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Neighbors

By: Mr Ed



We choose this house, as it seemed like a bargain for the size. We also liked the fact that it was a new neighborhood being developed and we were one of the houses on the cul-de-sac next to the woods. Little did we know that after building just two houses that the economy would go flat and construction would halt. Now it was just our house and its twin next door.

My wife Jenny and I had lived there for about six months before the other house sold. We were away on the weekend that the new owners moved in. That week we noticed lots of movers and deliverymen, but never saw the new owners until the weekend. We were hoping for a couple around our age, mid 30’s and we were right. However, the couple was not man and wife, but two women. It turns out Tammy and Marie were both in their early 30’s and had been a couple for over two years. Tammy, a tall stunning blonde, was a writer and worked out of a home office. Marie, beautiful in her own right with her straight black hair, was a massage therapist. They also like the new housing development and their house’s somewhat isolated location. They wanted to let us know that they were having a fence put up next week and we should not be offended, they just wanted to assure privacy for their new hot tub, incase the neighborhood building resumed. 

That week, a crew of men worked sunup to sunset installing a 6-foot tall privacy fence around their back yard. Tammy came over to tell me that the hot tub would be delivered Friday and gave me a key to the gate so that we could use it anytime we wanted. As she handed me the key, she told me that suits would be optional. I wasn’t sure how to take that comment, but the thoughts that ran through my mind were less than pure. 

I had taken Friday off to work on some research for a graduate course that I was taking. Sure enough, the fence was being finished, as the tub was being filled, Friday afternoon. There was a gate between our yards and I walked over to see the new tub. The gate was open so I just walked in. Tammy was outside supervising the finishing touches and was wearing a white robe and sandals. She told me that the tub would be hot enough in the morning and asked if Jen and I would like to help them break it in. I told her that I would be spending the day in the library, but would check with my wife about coming over tomorrow night. Tammy thought that this was a good idea, as Marie worked on Saturdays until 4. We decided to have a BBQ to celebrate our new friendship and the new hot tub. Tammy gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and told me “it’s a date”. It was an innocent kiss except that when she bent over to kiss me, her robe parted and her naked breasts nearly fell out. Tammy noticed my surprise and reminded me that it was a private yard and suits were optional. She never made an attempt to close her robe and I left to resume my research.

I had a hard time concentrating on my research as the vision of Tammy’s breasts preoccupied my thoughts. We had converted one of the upstairs bedrooms into a den, and I now thought of the possibility the view from the den window, into Tammy and Marie’s backyard, may afford me. I tried to put these thoughts out of my head and concentrate on my work, but I couldn’t help but notice Tammy sunning herself topless after all the workers had left. By the time Jenny got home from the office, I was as horny as ever. I met Jenny at the door with a passionate kiss. She responded back with a passion of her own. We ate a late dinner that night after having sex on the living room floor. I didn’t tell her what had aroused my passion and never mentioned the view from the upstairs window.

Saturday morning I got up early and after showering and a quick breakfast, I headed to the library. I had put this project off long enough and now had to finish my research and my paper before the end of the semester. Jenny had told me that she was going to catch up on her e-mail that morning and then lounge around the house until I got home. I did tell her of the invitation to Tammy and Marie’s for the celebratory BBQ. 

Upon returning home around 3:30 that afternoon, I couldn’t find Jenny. Her car was there, so I figured she couldn’t have gone far. As I went room to room in the house looking for her, I happened to glance out the window in the den and found Jenny sitting in the Jacuzzi with Tammy. I went over to let them know I was home. The gate was unlocked, but closed. As I entered, I found the two of them drinking wine and unwinding. Tammy invited me to join them. I told her that after a day pouring through books and old journals it was just what I needed. I was about to go home for my suit when Tammy sat up so that her breasts were above the bubbling water. She smiled and reminded me that I didn’t need my suit. I looked at Jenny for her reaction and discovered that she was obviously topless also. I wondered how much wine these two had consumed. I figured why not and started undressing on their patio. Tammy poured herself another glass of wine, which finished the bottle. As I stepped in the tub with my cock semi-hard, Jenny volunteered to go over to our house to get another bottle and two more glasses. As she got out of the water, I discovered that she was naked. I watched her as she stepped out of the tub and put on a robe for her short walk for the wine. The sight of my naked wife caused my cock to harden the rest of the way. I was thankful for the bubbling water to cover up my obvious arousal.

Marie came out on to the patio before Jenny returned. I was worried how this would look if she could see me sitting naked in her hot tub with her girlfriend. She didn’t seem to mind. She came over, said hi to me and gave Tammy a very passionate kiss. She then finished off Tammy’s glass of wine as Jenny came back through the gate and closed it. Marie and Jenny exchanged hellos and then Jenny offered her a glass of wine. Marie accepted and the two of them sat at the nearby table talking and drinking the newly opened bottle. Jenny asked Marie about her work and Marie explained to her about her work as a massage therapist. Jenny told her that it sounded fascinating and that she would have to hire her sometime. Marie told her that she would love to give her a massage, but that she never would charge a good friend. Marie then asked Jenny if she would like a massage now. Jenny agreed and Marie went to get her portable table and oils. Tammy and I continued to enjoy the comfort of the warm bubbling water.

Marie had Jenny take off her robe and lie down on the table. She then draped a towel over her and started the massage at her shoulders. As she worked her way down her back she would fold back the towel. Marie told Jenny that she had a lot of tension in her back and should consider regular massages. Jenny moaned her approval as Marie continued down her back.

As I was watching Marie work on my wife’s back, I didn’t notice Tammy slide around in the tub until she was right next to me. She reached under the water and grabbed my cock. She whispered to me that Jenny wasn’t the only one with a tension problem. I guess my mind was wandering as Marie worked her magic on my wife’s naked body. I continued to watch as Tammy stroked my erection. I was afraid to move and draw attention to our actions as I was unsure how Jenny or Marie would respond. I also didn’t want her to stop. The hand job that Tammy was giving me was magnificent. She used just the right amount of pressure to keep me at the boiling point but not enough to bring me off. I’m not sure how long this continued as time seemed to stand still and nothing else seemed to matter to me right now except the wonderful feelings that Tammy was giving me with her hand. Tammy broke the spell by whispering to me that she wanted me to sit on the edge so that she could finish me off. 

As I moved out of the water I noticed that Jenny had rolled over on the table and that Marie had her face buried between my wife’s legs. From the movements of Jenny’s head and the sounds that she was making, it was obvious what she was doing. She was eating my wife’s pussy and my wife was enjoying it.

My attention was quickly brought back to my own needs by the incredible feeling of Tammy sliding her lips over the head of my cock and all the way down the shaft. Even though I am only of average size, this was the first time that any woman had ever deep throated my cock. The pleasure was intense. With the efforts of Tammy’s mouth and the sights and sounds of my wife being eaten not 10 feet from me, I knew that I would cum soon. I announced my impending orgasm to Tammy and she swallowed my length again and moaned. The vibrations of her moaning around my cock set me off and I shot off down her throat. At nearly the same moment, I heard Jenny scream out her release.

As my breathing started returning to normal, I slipped back into the water. Marie must have slipped off her clothes as she and Jenny had joined us in the Jacuzzi. Marie handed me a glass of wine and smiled. I noticed that her face was still covered with the juice from my wife’s pussy. Tammy explained to us that she and Marie had hoped that after meeting us we could become more than neighbors. Tammy told us that she is bi-sexual and was attracted to both Jenny and myself right from the start. Marie prefers women only, but doesn’t mind sharing Tammy with the right man once in a while. Obviously, she thought I was “the right man”. 

I looked at Jenny and she smiled at me. I asked her how her massage was and she told me that it was the best one that she has ever had. She told me that there wasn’t a drop of tension in her whole body right now. I told her that Tammy also had very talented hands and her mouth was rather talented too. This made us all laugh.

The four of us then raised our glasses to toast the start of a great friendship. 

Neighbors



Steven walks by an apartment window he's passed every night for months, but tonight he sees a dim light and the flicker of a TV screen. Over the back of the couch, facing away from the window, hangs a swatch of silky brown hair, straight and smooth. On the opposite arm of the couch, two feet repose, covered in thin white crew socks with a lace frill at the ankle. 

He knows who she is, though he's never gotten her name. He'd watched from his own window across the street as she lived her life, going out to work in the morning or coming in with groceries. She was always dressed well, to work in a smart pants/jacket set, or sometimes a knee length skirt and blouse with black or white hose, her hair shining and well kept, with a few strands out of place, hanging over her forehead. Her small but sexy lips usually a shade of dark red, sometimes pink. High heels on workdays, white sneakers on weekends out for a jog, a tight fitting tank top and snug gray running shorts, setting off the smooth tanned muscles of her slender legs and thighs. He liked the way her good-sized, firm breasts swayed as she ran, the sports bra containing but not restricting them.

This is the first night he's seen her home at this hour. He'd assumed that she had a boyfriend, or several, and was out clubbing each night. Now as she lies on the couch, he can't see the rest of her, but he imagines the tight fabric of a tank top, or perhaps just a satiny bra, her firm stomach stopping at the waistband of matching panties, bunched at the back into the smooth seam of her ass. She'd be absentmindedly rubbing the inside of her thigh, watching a handsome actor on TV and not even realizing that her fingers were now brushing against the crotch of her underwear, a slim line of wetness appearing there as her lips released the first stirring of musky fluid. 

Little does he know, she does go clubbing a lot, and does meet many men, all of whom want to touch her, but she's never found any man who could pleasure her greater than she herself can. Alone at night with her array of toys, lubricants, dildos of several sizes and colors, and her collection of pornographic films and magazines, she can fulfill almost any desire. 

During the workday, a silk thong, teddy, bodysuit, maybe garters, maybe no panties at all, under her suit makes her feel sexy, devious. At times she gets so wet she has to seclude herself in a bathroom stall and set to work with her fingers, until a small rush of air escapes her lips and her thighs tense, as she brings herself to a slow and simmering orgasm. 

She'd masturbated in many public places: movie theaters, on the train, the bus, restaurant bathrooms, anywhere the mood would strike her, and indeed she often sought out these semi-public places in which to feel the heightened sense of excitement that possibly getting caught literally with her panties down could bring. 

Ally's preferred brand of porn are scenes of group encounters, either a woman pleasuring two or three men or perhaps two or three women servicing one man. "Gangbangs" are a bit too sleazy and impersonal for her taste, though lesbian encounters do intrigue her. Still, the absence of the male member from the proposition seems an awful shame. She's never been with a woman, and doesn't even consider herself bi-sexual, but merely sexual, and therefore knows that if the chance arose she could get just as excited about exploring a woman's body as a man's. But the simple "couples" porn, like the act itself, no longer holds much fascination for her; too much emotion, too much compromise getting in the way of sheer pleasure. She knows she'd have no trouble finding men (and perhaps women) who would want to share sex without love with her, but that isn't it exactly. There's a kind of love in her fantasies, and they aren't soulless or sleazy, but there's a freedom and a caring and a respect – an exploration, if you will; not domination or a conquest, or "using" of anyone. An adventure of sensual pleasure is what she's after, and so far her expeditions on her own have been quite satisfying.

Ally rolls off the couch and strolls into the bathroom, knowing the shade is open but not much caring who might look in. Sliding down her damp panties, she pees and watches herself in the mirror as she stands up, admiring her own half-naked form. She'd always liked her ass, as had others who had seen and felt it; the gentle curve of her lower back as her cheeks rose up and out, framed by shapely hips, the underside shelf of her firm butt still pert at age 24. As she dabs toilet paper at her dripping womanhood, she also admires it from behind, her soft pink labia barely visible between the smooth, shaved lobes of her smooth mound. She wonders if it is overly narcissistic to get aroused over your own body in this way.

Steven watches from the shadows as she walks back through the living room to the couch, her hands smoothing at her sides in a way it seemed to him almost seductive. The glimpse a moment ago of her marvelous ass had glued him to this spot and sent a tingle through his body, centered in a growing erection in his pants. He waits a while longer, but she doesn't get up again, and he feels strange being a peeping tom. It's just that this girl bewitches him. He returns home, settling instead for an imaginary encounter with her later in the evening. 

He lies in his bed, stroking a massive, purple erection, the sensations rendered only more intense knowing she is less than 20 yards away in a state of almost total undress. His hands, lips and shaft explore every inch of her warm, writhing body with a realness he swears he can actually feel. She somehow understands every subtle fantasy and fetish he wants to explore, from a position of her body next to his, to a moan of ecstasy at exactly the right time. She fondles her breasts as he slides in and out of her from behind in slow, sure thrusts...and everything is picture perfect: her tan legs at just the right angle leading down soft calves to her thin socks, her soaking panties either pulled aside to allow him access to her sex, or bunched around one leg as though recently slid off. He would spend half the night not even touching her, but simply watching her on the bed: on her stomach with her leg slightly bent, her gorgeous thighs parted and ass partly spread. He would videotape and take pictures of her in various poses, and she wouldn't have a bad angle. They would later shower together...

Now, as his creamy, sticky cum gushes out onto his hands and his shirt, the sensation of guilt and isolation that had sometimes plagued him at that moment is replaced with a joy of belonging, of friendship, of a kind of love that asks for nothing beyond the moment – a sexual soul mate, a partner in pleasure. She would be this – if not in reality, then in his fantasies.

Steven does not know that at this precise moment, Ally is locked in her own fantasy on the couch, her fingers clutching at the now slick folds under her panties. An imaginary shaft (it had begun as George Clooney's, but had soon faded to a faceless body) quickly guides itself back and forth inside her. Her stocking feet slide over and under each other as her hips rise and fall, gyrating to an invisible rhythm. Her other hand is under her tank top, pinching her left nipple hard. Soon three fingers representing the stunt cock are probing inside her velvety tunnel, and it isn't long before she tenses and floods that canal with her musky scented fluid, as her mystery lover jets his cum up inside her, mixing his with hers. She realizes her other hand is busy too, with two of her fingers forming a second engorged member she's sucking into her mouth. She cums again and again in waves as this second imaginary lover explodes down her throat, coating her mouth and her lips with his sticky cream. Her panties are now thoroughly soaked, and wedged into the crack of her ass, imbued with several earthy scents...

To Be Continued...



Neighbors



I’ve been on my own now for only a few years, loving every minute of it. Solitude was becoming my fast friend. Of course there were things I missed about being attached to someone or something, certain luxuries that only appear when you’re with someone. But the one thing that I missed most was sex. Two and a half years without physical contact was slowly killing me inside. I tried getting involved with guys from work or guys that I talked to at parties, but I always found some small quirk about them that made me loose interest. For this I totally blame Richard. 

I dated Richard for almost five years, all through high school and part of college. I was in heaven until I found out he was sleeping with other people, men mostly. I felt betrayed, hurt, and like I could never trust a penis again. Locked in self-doubt about what had turned him to homosexuality, I became depressed for the first year we were apart. Then one day a friend of mine told me, simply, that it was not my fault. I didn’t do anything to make Richard turn to men, that’s just what he felt more drawn to. Ridding myself of suicidal pressures and stress was easy. 

I took up running to clear my head, left all meat out of my diet, and became sort of a health-nut. But with all my self-improvements, I still couldn’t get past the no trust issue. Therapists say that once an important male figure in your life scars you, it’s hard to regain control. Boy, was that ever true.

I figured moving halfway across the state would help. It didn’t. I tried every kind of dating and sexual healing workshops that I could find. None of it worked. I became angry at the male species in general, but the thoughts of turning towards women never entered my mind. I loved the male sex organ, the very same thing I hated.

When I finally began dating a man from work for longer than two dates, he broke it off. Telling myself to not become depressed, I emerged myself into redecorating my apartment. Putting in a large half-picture window in my kitchen proved to be the best self-help tool.

Tony, forever known as the man across the alley, moved in about the same time I was redecorating. The large window was situated so I could look out of it while doing dishes. Coincidentally it also faced Tony’s apartment. Or more specifically, Tony’s bedroom. 

On the day he moved in, I was doing the few dishes that I had to clean. I looked up and saw a very handsome specimen of man carrying a large box into the room and as he set it down, I watched the muscles in his back and the chords of his biceps, flex under the strain. Never had I been so turned on by such a menial action. I dismissed it as a feeling of sexual denial, only a reaction to the lack of sex in almost three years. 

When he began putting his bed frame together, I could only watch his shirtless torso flex and move according to nature. I wondered how it would move under my fingertips. Would my touch cause his skin to tremble? Would he sigh in anticipation and ask for more? My mind played dirty tricks on me and I found myself wetting my lips, an action I only did when I was aroused. I noticed my nipples had become erect, reacting to the chemicals my body was producing. I turned back to look at him again. He was staring at me. I backed away with a blush and began working on my apartment again, veering away from the kitchen window.

When night fell, I got the nerve to look out the window again. Tugging nervously on a strand of my dark auburn hair. What I saw was even more breath taking. Tony had just emerged from his bathroom, only with a towel wrapped around his waist. Wet and glistening, my fantasy Grecian god was just walking barefoot over to his window. Again he caught me staring. Smiling up at me with a half-smile he yanked his towel away from him. As it fell to the floor, so did I. Turning a horrible shade of red, from embarrassment and sexual excitement, I crouched on my haunches. Counting to twenty I slowly rose enough to peek out the window. He was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief and disappointment I went to sit on my couch. Lazily daydreaming, I had fantasies of this man driving me wild. Sitting up when I saw a light go on across the alley. Feeling like I had taken and not given in return, I stripped. Walking to my window naked, I stood in front of it proudly. Tony, dressed only in surf shorts, was doing push-ups in the middle of his floor. Since he hadn’t seen me yet I could just stare. 

Drinking in his motions with a thirst that hadn’t been quenched in a long time. Tony was the first guy I had ever wanted sexually in almost three years. I don’t know if it was his body, his obvious charisma, or just the pensive nature he seemed to posses. Then it hit me, it was all of these things and more. He was Richards opposite. The final ying to my yang. Focusing my eyes back on Tony, I noticed he was staring at me with obvious lust in his eyes, I had momentarily forgotten that I was naked and he could see everything from the top of my hips and up. 

Slightly turning red, I leaned onto my sink and mouthed the word ‘hi.’ When he mouthed ‘hey’ back to me I felt like my knees would buckle. Getting an idea, I held up my finger to signify for him to hold on a minute. I almost ran to my bathroom to grab a tube of dark mocha lipstick. Looking in a mirror I wrote the number to my apartment on my breasts. 307. 

Running back to my kitchen I let the light that fell from his apartment grace my round breasts. Raising an eyebrow in an obvious come-on, he slowly nodded and turned to leave. Standing in my semi-dark apartment, naked, I felt a rush that I hadn’t felt for a long time. The wait for him to come over didn’t take long. At the first knock on my door, not caring whom it really was, I swung the door open with great force. Grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his lips to mine in a sexually charged, mind-blowing kiss. His hands were everywhere on me and I felt like crying. His touch healed my open wounds. Leading him into my apartment and lying on the faux skin rug, I hadn’t been able to part with since high school, our bodies became tangled.

Running my fingers through his short hair, I groaned with need. I needed him. Through baited breath he introduced himself, as Tony in 312. Laughing a little too roughly for my usual nature I introduced myself as well. Kissing more slowly now, but with no less dancing tongues, he began running his fingers over my body. Sighing in pleasure I stretched out like a cat in the sun. When his mouth replaced his fingers I felt like I had died and was floating on a plane in time that didn’t exist. Becoming ready a little too quickly, I felt the first shudders of an orgasm, just by his light touching. Slightly embarrassed at my over zealousness, I turned my face from his. 

Sweetly he placed a finger under my chin and turned me back into him. Kissing my lips gently and grasping my hair he pressed my body into his more closely. I could feel his erection through his shorts and I grasped at their edge. Pulling them down I felt like I had come home from a long trip. It had been too long and tears formed in my eyes. Mistaking this for fear he kissed my eyelids and began to get up. I grasped for him, holding his member at bay. Raising myself onto my knees I began licking his erection with earnest. Slowly making it wet and ready to enter me. His eyes were closed and he was moaning as he gyrated his hips towards me. Leading him back down to the floor with me, I spread my thighs for him to penetrate me. The first feeling of his hard thick muscle being sucked in by my tight vagina was heavenly. My moistness and the slickness of my own saliva from his tool, we fit perfectly.

Begging his hard steady thrusts, I could only grasp his shoulders and kiss his mouth with passion. My body was rocking with more orgasmic shudders when I felt him reach between our bodies and tickle my clit with his fingers. Arching my body and crying out I came in a rush that felt good. With his erection still inside of me, he turned me on my knees. Taking himself out, he resituated himself to enter me doggy style. Grasping my breasts for support and leverage, I felt the base of his shaft slam against my ass with every thrust. Twisting my nipple between his fingers I peaked again, and at my second orgasm he let out a groan and I felt him shoot into my wet and open cunt. 

Truly spent, we just lay on the middle of my rug and he whispered in my ear.

“Thanks for the welcome into the neighborhood.”

I smiled and kissed him over my shoulder. “Thanks for moving in next door, neighbor.”



Neighbors



We were just about getting fed up with the remodeling project. It seemed like the kitchen had been torn up for about a year, while we stepped over and around various bits of construction debris. We were so sick of not having home cooked meals, and the money spent on dinners out probably accounted for about a quarter of our overall expense for wanting a nicer, homier kitchen. Our neighbors, the Pattersons, had taken pity on us, inviting us over for dinner, but after awhile, that was noticeably wearing on them. Unfortunately, the damned contractor had somehow managed to unplug our refrigerator in the morning, and when we got home around eight that night, the contents were lukewarm. So, we had to go begging again, hoping that our neighbors were even home.

We felt braver with both of us going hat in hand, so there went Melissa & I to their back door. Finding lights on in the kitchen, and the door slightly open, we poked our heads inside to say hello, trying to get someone to answer. We called a couple times, but heard no response. It seemed kind of strange to us that the door had been open, yet no one was responding to us, so we quietly slipped inside to make sure that nothing was wrong.

Hearing music playing, we silently padded towards the den just off of the kitchen where the sound seemed to be coming from. As we neared the doorway, we began to hear other familiar sounds. The obvious noises of people making love. Heavy breathing, panting, and the awesome sound that is made when the woman is extremely wet while being fucked.

We aren’t normally voyeurs, but something seemed to be invisibly urging us to take a look. We kept in the shadows, looking around the corner where we viewed a surprising sight. There on the floor was their nineteen year old son, Brent, with his slightly older girlfriend, Amie, both completely naked, with her legs wrapped around his back as he rhythmically fucked her. Melissa & I looked at each other in disbelief. Having lived next door to the Pattersons for about seven years, we had seen him grow up, and I guess we never thought of him having any sexual side. There was no doubt about it though that this was not their first time together as he fucked Amie, and she urged him on, softly moaning & whispering her desires.

We wanted to make a hasty exit, but we were both fixed on what we saw. I turned to pull Melissa by the arm, and head back out through the kitchen when I hit my elbow on a table vase sending it crashing to the floor. We were busted. We heard Brent and Amie scramble, likely to grab some clothing, and then Brent appeared before us wearing only his shorts. 

Melissa’s jaw dropped when she noticed the bulge in his crotch. She tried not to stare, but just couldn’t make herself look away. Brent knew that he really had no room to confront us for being there, because he knew what we had seen, and had no desire to have his parents filled in on his activities. I think that Melissa was creaming herself at this point, still locked on his obvious erection. I had to think quick, and I said, “Listen, Brent, we came over to beg for some food because our refrigerator was unplugged all day. We came in because the back door was open, and no one answered when we called. Now I know that you don’t want anyone to find out about your private party here with Amie, so maybe we can strike a deal.” 

Brent said, “You had no business coming in here, and especially no business watching us.” I replied, “We were concerned for someone’s safety, and to be honest, we enjoyed what we saw.” I continued, “So, if you keep calm, and deal with us, then no one will need to know that anything happened here. Okay?”

Brent reluctantly nodded, and Melissa looked at me puzzled. I said, “Brent, it’s apparent to me that Melissa here sees something she likes in your, um, package, and I saw something I liked in the other den. What we’re going to do so all this will go away is to exchange favors. You will take care of Melissa, and I will take care of Amie. We’re going to do this in the same room so everyone will be safe, and we can all enjoy the experience together.” Having once been a teenager myself, I knew that any protests by Brent over being with a beautiful older woman like Melissa would have been lies. I considered that persuading Amie may be a bit more difficult, but I was confident that she would rather not have Brent’s parents or her parents know that she was having sex.

I suppose I was kind of an opportunist, but I knew that Melissa wanted that dick. I also knew that I would likely not have the chance again to fuck some young, very wet pussy, so I figured that we would both take advantage of the situation.

Brent went back in the den, and we could hear him talking to Amie. We didn’t hear any protests though, and he came back out to invite us in. Brent stepped out of his shorts, and his cock sprung forward. Melissa’s hand grabbed it, while she kissed him hard on the mouth. Amie was wearing only a t-shirt, so I kissed her too while feeling for her muff. Her pussy hair was silky, as well as wet, and my fingers easily slipped between her lips.

Melissa quickly slipped off her clothes, laid back on the sofa, and guided Brent’s big dick inside her. She was in ecstasy as he slowly pumped her. Meanwhile, I gently took off Amie’s shirt exposing small firm tits. Firm like Melissa’s, but not the nice adult size I was used to sucking. I dropped my pants on the floor, took of my boxers, then laid Amie down spreading her legs. I thrust my very hard cock in her feeling the warmth and wetness surround me. 

The love noises coming from Melissa only intensified my own furious fucking. I heard Melissa tell Brent to fuck her harder, and I knew that his big dick was providing the desired result. Like she had done with Brent, Amie wrapped her legs around my back, and with that leverage, I felt like I was plunging my cock halfway into her body. With all the sounds, and the visuals, I came shortly. Pulling out, I turned to see Melissa raise her hips, taking a hard shove from Brent, and her body trembled as she climaxed.

It was wonderful to experience, but we quickly got up and gathered our things to leave. We had lived out another fantasy, and Brent & Amie had had their “secret” kept. We keep this locked in our “secret” memory box too….



Neighbors



Note: This is an introduction to a group of people who have found a very friendly way to live. They have traveled many different roads to arrive at this point in their lives. If there is enough response, I have written about some of those past routes. However, since some of them take place quite a bit earlier in the protagonist's lives, they would not be suitable for Literotica. If you want to read them write to me and I'll tell you where you can find those. My intention is to make each story stand alone but lead each of the friends to the point at which we meet them here. Some of the past is mentioned here. Let me know what you think. 

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My face was buried between the thighs of Cheryl Findley. Her shaven labia (and, consequently, my face) were coated with my saliva, her juices, and the semen of my neighbor, Bob. The taste was exquisite. When I felt the hand on my shoulder I ignored it at first.

Then the hand squeezed harder and a voice came from behind me. "May I cut in?" I lifted my head and turned to find my brother, Harry, smiling down at me.

"Which of us would you like to join?" I asked, "Cheryl or me?"

"Well, I was kind of hoping you would both stick around," Harry said, taking the hand I extended to him. Cheryl reached up as well and captured his erection in her hand, pulling him to the mattress beside us. On his knees, Harry's prick was at the perfect height for Cheryl to suck him when she sat up, which she proceeded to do. I watched for a few seconds. I stroked Harry's hairy ass and letting my fingers slide between its fleshy halves.

I let my gaze wander. There were twelve of us. As my hand continued to probe between Harry's cheeks my eye found my wife, Gilda. She was busy with Fred and Hank, handling one at each end. Hank, Cheryl's husband, was just reaching his climax in my wife's mouth. Fred had his cock balls deep inside her juicy pussy.

In various other combinations, our six other friends and relatives were similarly enjoying themselves around the basement rec room of our hosts, Bob and Penny Wilson. Their kids had been farmed out to the grandparents for the night and the house was ours.

Our block "meetings" had turned into orgies over a period of three years. Gilda and I had moved here at the recommendation of her brother, Harry. The neighborhood was an upper middle class suburb of Portland, Oregon. We visited, decided we liked it, and ended up buying the house between Hank and Cheryl Findley and that of the Burbach's, Harry and Samantha -- Sam for short.

(Originally, we started getting together with property owners from other parts of the neighborhood to mount a protest against putting a mall just down the road. We hired an attorney and filed a class action suit to block construction. We successfully demonstrated how, in similar situations, property values had declined when such an operation came into the area. The plans for the mall moved elsewhere.)

After the hearing we had a huge victory party. A couple of weeks later, Gilda and I invited just the people on our block and those from across the street to a barbecue at our house. About once a month after that we took turns being the host. When the barbecues got boring we switched to "ethnic dinners". Mindy Coombs called Gilda one day to explain her idea.

"I decided on Mexican for this first one," she said. "After dinner, we'll have two drawings. The first one will be for the type of food for the next dinner. The second will be to see who gets to be the host the next time. My ex-husband and I were in a group like this one, years ago. It's really fun!" Over the next year or so we had Chinese, German, Italian, Thai, Indian and even good old American.

After a while that got kind of old, though. Then we took up games. Canasta, Poker, Bridge and Gin Rummy all trotted by. One night we all got pretty trashed and played strip poker. I guess that was really what started things in the direction we finally took, though there was no overt sex that night. From conversations with the other guys later I learned that everybody else got just as hot as Gilda and I had that night. We'd gone home around 11:00 and fucked our brains out until 2AM.

Board games came next. Scrabble and Monopoly tourneys were fun for a while. Then one night we were all at Bob and Penny's house again. Bob suggested strip poker again. The women pretended to be reluctant but they played anyway. Once we were almost all naked, Bob brought out a little different kind of game. I don't recall the name of it but it was something like a combination of Trivial Pursuit and the old favorite, Truth or Dare.

There were cards, and a pair of dice. The game, designed for two players, called for alternating turns. A player rolled the dice. Even numbers meant drawing from the "truth" deck; odd numbers meant the "dare" cards. Well, Bob modified the game. Each player was assigned a number (twelve people, twelve possible rolls…hmm…) and the dice were rolled. The person with that number drew a card from either deck, read it aloud and then had to do whatever it said with or to his/her partner. If it was a truth card, well, you get the idea.

It turned out to be an interesting night. We had all been close friends for a long time by then. With pool parties and shore excursions we had all become used to being nearly naked with each other. After the two strip poker games and real nudity, there were no surprises there. The game that night went beyond mere nudity, however.

Bob suggested we sit across the circle from our partner. Everybody rolled one of the dice to see who went first. The lowest numbers rolled again until it was down to two. The loser of that round went first, took the turn and then rolled the dice to see who was next. My sister Lisa ended up going first.

She drew a Truth card. "When and where did you lose your virginity?" she read. She smirked with obvious relief. "Whew! Ahem…I lost my virginity at the age of fifteen to Billy Simmons in the playhouse in our back yard." She replaced the card on the bottom of the pile.

"Big deal," I said, "I already knew that. In fact, I watched you." Lisa grinned at me.

"It wasn't that time that you caught us, little brother," she said. I was surprised. I didn't think she knew. "That was the third time we did it. I saw you peeking. It turned me on so I performed a little for you." I felt my cheeks redden, in spite of the fact that I was sitting there bare-ass. Mine wasn't the only cock that had begun to inflate.

(Gilda and I had been dating for about three months -- having sex for two -- when she confessed. Growing up with two brothers, she found that she was attracted to Harry. Her brother Jimmy was the oldest by several years. He was in college by the time Gilda entered puberty. Harry was just two years older than Gilda. They began experimenting with sex when Gilda was thirteen. They knew it was "wrong", but it was also a lot of fun.

The night Gilda told me all this we had just finished fucking in my dormitory room at college. We were in love and felt very adult about our relationship. Our sex life, while not too kinky, had a quality of abandon and trust that let us both know we could trust the other. Gilda's revelation surprised me, but it didn't shock me. I'd grown up with an older sister so I knew about adolescent attractions. Unfortunately for me (and Lisa) we hadn't had the guts to experiment the way Gilda and Harry had done. In the end, it was fine with me that my girlfriend and her brother had bestowed their virginity on one another.)

Next it was Bob's turn. He drew a Dare card. He read it to himself and then grinned at Penny. His eyes went back to the card. He read it out loud. "Kiss your partner where he/she most likes to be kissed." He dropped the card and crawled across the carpet, being careful to avoid the cards. I looked at Penny and my mouth dropped open when I saw her roll to her back and lift her spreading legs into the air. The women giggled and the men were silent as we all watched Bob plant a sloppy wet kiss on her pussy. He added a good lick to the action and stood up. He did a little victory dance back across the circle, his cock fully erect -- just as every other penis in the room was.

After that things get kind of mixed up in my mind. We had to drink more to fortify ourselves for the game. We all took turns watching our neighbors and relatives doing the most intimate things to their spouses. We heard secrets that we never would have learned otherwise. As we got looser, the truths became more intimate. When the cards ran out we were well into the spirit. After that we just substituted our own questions and tasks.

When it was Penny's turn, she rolled Fred's number. She asked him if he'd ever done anything sexual with another man. He astounded us all (except his wife, Mindy) when he admitted that he had -- several times.

In his turn he rolled Harry' number and asked him the same question. Harry gave Gilda a quick glance before he reddened. Gilda had an eyebrow raised in challenge. He had to clear his throat before he admitted that he and his friend in high school had sucked each other off. "I was getting ready to call bullshit on you Harry," Gilda said later.

"I know. That's why I confessed," he said. After Fred had admitted it, though, it wasn't so hard."

"Oh, I think everything is pretty hard by now," she laughed.

Those were the two biggest surprises of the game. After several rounds of confessions and of cocks being sucked, pussies being licked and asses kissed the party disintegrated. Bob and Penny were the first to just forget the game and go off to the couch to fuck. The rest of us watched for only a few seconds before joining in with our partners at some level or other. That night we all stayed with our spouses.

The following month Bob brought the game to our house. He also brought the spinner from a Twister game. He had modified it. Instead of the four familiar colors he had placed the numbers 1 through 12 around the center. "I had the idea after our last party," he explained. "If everybody isn't okay with it, we don't have to use this. But I thought that tonight would just be a repetition of last month otherwise -- not that it wasn't fun, mind you. My idea is that, after the dice roll and the card is drawn, we spin to see who our 'partner' will be."

We all looked at each other in silence. I know that Gilda and I had had a discussion about the others. We had remarked on certain attributes of our friends after seeing them at their most intimate. We had also discussed the possibility of bringing others into our personal sex life.

Samantha raised what should have been immediately obvious to all of us. I know it would have come out soon anyway. "Wait a second. Didn't it occur to you that there are several people here who are related?" The light bulb went on in my head. Besides Lisa and me, and Gilda and Harry, Sam and Cheryl were siblings. Then there were Hank and Penny as well as Tom and Fred, who are two pairs of cousins, respectively. Bob Wilson was a cousin to Sam and Cheryl.

Bob shrugged. "Well, how does everybody feel about that?" He looked at Penny and then at Hank, who both gave him the nod. "I can tell you that Penny and Hank have had sex. They're cousins. We're all okay with that." I looked at Lisa who smiled back at me. I looked at Gilda who was grinning, her eyes catching the look that passed between me and my sister. Lisa made a little kissing moue at me and wiggled her eyebrows up and down lewdly. Then she did something only she and I understood. She picked her panties off the chair behind her and sucked at the crotch, looking straight at me. I felt my cheeks get hot. My dick started to rise.

Besides the obvious incestuous possibilities, it was mentioned that there was a gender question, as well. The spinner couldn't discriminate by gender. It seemed that we were moving headlong into a bisexual orgy. Finally we decided that if anything was asked of someone that he (or she) just couldn't bring himself to do, that the penalty would be to perform with a person of the performer's choice. We seated ourselves the same way as before.

Once again we began with the cards. It turned out that the gender issue wasn't such an issue after all. As it turned out, most of us had experimented with same sex activities at least once in our past. (Yes, including me. I had actually fibbed the last time about losing my virginity. Instead of Susie Brown in high school, it had been with my friend Jack, and at a much younger age. We had sucked each other and had anal sex when we were in junior high school. Fortunately, I hadn't been asked the question so it was my secret. Well, Gilda knew.)

It made everybody more comfortable with the incest question when Gilda--on her turn-- gladly walked over to her brother and sucked his erection into her mouth. He leaned back on his hands and raised his hips to meet her halfway, watching the rapt expressions on the rest of us. She didn't bring him off, however, since it was early in the evening.

Partners swapped regularly after that. The first male/male act was between Hank and Bob. The card was a dare, naturally. It required a French kiss. It was that simple. Both of them seemed reluctant, but Bob finally said, "Aw, hell, it's just a kiss." He crawled across to Hank (a submissive act that somehow heightened the eroticism) and leaned in. Hank bravely kissed his golf buddy. They tried just the lips at first, but group pressure soon had their mouths open. They both already sported erections so that was no clue as to how they really felt. They both stayed hard, though, so maybe that says something.

That night the orgy stayed at our house. When the game went by the boards, we all paired off with whomever we ended up with. Again, through the course of the evening, swaps were made. Harry and Fred had the first man on man sex. They went into a 69 and sucked each other to orgasm. Since we were all going all out by then, there were always some people sitting and watching the rest. I found that my recovery time was shortened by the action going on around me.

That was it. After that we got together for group sex once a month. There was no game, just sex. In between, though, there were a lot of activities going on aside from the main event. Threesomes and foursomes met and enjoyed each other. One night Harry and Sam came to our house for dinner. The kids were sleeping over with friends (no doubt sowing the seeds of their own 'dirty little secrets') so they just stripped when they came in. We had drinks before dinner. After we ate we all relaxed a while. Then Harry asked Gilda to dance. Sam came and sat next to me on the couch. She sat with her knees against the back of the couch so we were facing. She leaned to me and we kissed. Sam is an excellent kisser. I fondled her breasts and she had my cock in her hand. Over her shoulder I watched my brother squeezing his sister's ass. Before that night was over Harry and I had fucked each other's wife. I had also given-- and received -- my first adult homosexual blow job.)

Cheryl plopped Harry's dick out of her mouth and announced, "I need to be fucked!" I rose out of her crotch and yielded the court to Harry. He smiled and assumed the position. I helped by holding his dick and sliding it up and down Cheryl's slick entrance while they let their tongues dance together. When I got him started I excused myself.

"I'll be back," I said, in a poor imitation of the new California governor in his previous incarnation. I stood up and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder.

I finished peeing just as Mindy Coombs came into the bathroom. As usual, she had gotten drunk (It was her husband Fred who had been fucking my wife when I left the rec room.). "Oops!" she mumbled. "I thought I should take a shower."

"Okay with me," I told her. Mindy is older than the other women in the group, and most of the men. The rest of us are mostly between thirty and fifty. Mindy, if I recall, had celebrated the "big 55" the month before. Fred was 49.

Mindy reached in and turned on the water. Meanwhile, she eyed my groin. I liked her, but I felt bad for her. I didn't think she was really happy, but I didn't know why. She was enthusiastic when we had sex but it always seemed like she was pretending somehow.

I flushed the toilet and reached in to feel the water. I adjusted the temperature and held her elbow to help her into the shower. I stepped in behind her. "Oh! Are you gonna wash my back?" she asked.

"Among other things," I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into a kiss. Her large breasts pressed tightly to my chest and I tasted rum as we kissed. My hand slid down to pinch her abundant ass cheek. I didn't think my absence would be much noticed by Cheryl and Harry.

Mindy relaxed and enjoyed my lathering of her hair, back and ass. I sat down in the steamy cubicle, spreading my legs around her feet so I could wash her legs. She groaned as I washed between her toes, sliding my fingers slowly between each one and its neighbor. She hung on to the soap dish on the wall as I lifted first one, then the other foot up to clean them. I knew Mindy had a thing about her feet.

I let go of her foot and slapped her ass. "Turn around, Mindy," I said, standing up again. She seemed a little steadier as she rotated. Since I'd done her legs already I started on her face. This time she held on to my stiff prick for balance. I used the washcloth to rinse the soap from her pretty features, and then let it glide down between her breasts. I let the cloth plop to the shower floor and took a tit in each hand.

Mindy had gone with the other women at Christmas to get pierced. I hadn't been surprised to learn that Lisa had gotten her nipple rings in college. She convinced everybody else that it made them more sensitive. Still, none of the others had the guts to go get it done. Lisa suggested to me that we men make it a Christmas gift to our wives. It worked.

In fact, Gilda had proven to me that it added so much to her pleasure that I went and got one of mine done for a Valentine's Day gift to us both. I already knew how I liked my nipples pinched and nibbled. It always gave me a hard on if I was soft or made me orgasm if I was already hard.

Gilda sat and held my hand as the "tattooist" punctured my sensitive flesh with the needle. The pain was exquisite -- and gave me a hard on that didn't go down until we got home and Gilda sucked me off.

I gave Mindy's rings little tugs as she stood under the warm spray. I moved on then. Her attention to my dick was making me eager to get the show on the road. I used the shrinking bar of soap on her pussy, followed by my hands. I was careful not to get any soap inside her. I dislike the taste of soap when I go down on a woman. We rinsed off and toweled each other dry, kissing and fondling as we went.

We rejoined the party then. Things had reached a plateau, it seemed. Of the other ten only Lisa's husband, Tom, and Sam were still going at it. Everybody else was just lounging around, laughing, talking and relaxing. "Hey, Min," Fred called as we emerged from the bathroom, "Want another rum and coke?"

Mindy didn't hesitate. "No thanks Honey. I think I'll just have some water for now." That made me happy. The shower had sobered her and I didn't want to watch her get sloppy drunk the way she'd done the last time.

I walked over and got myself a drink and then stood watching Gilda and Lisa playing pool. The Wilson rec room is nice. Of the places we get together, it's my favorite. Besides the wet bar and the pool table, there's a big screen TV with both a DVD and a VCR hooked up. A lot of times Bob plays porn tapes or disks while we all fuck.

It isn't a lifestyle for everyone. It suits us, though. Gilda and I are closer than we ever were before. As for the rest of us, I think we all feel like a kind of lewd extended family. Other than the sexual aspect, we all care for one another more than most relatives. Of course we have arguments, just as any other people do. Still, there is nothing that lasts very long. I think it's because we all have seen what is inside (in most cases, literally!) everyone else. Incredibly, especially with a group this large, there hasn't been even a hint of jealousy.




Neighbors



Another thing that makes it a great arrangement: all the women except for Sam and Cheryl are either on birth control or have their tubes tied. In addition, of the men, only Bob has not had a vasectomy. So it is only when Bob is with either of those women that anybody needs condoms. Early on we took an oath to keep our sexual activities just among the twelve of us. Who needs more, anyway? Since we all have been given a clean bill of health we're all supremely safe.

So if you ever think about relocating, think about Portland. Maybe you'll buy a house around the corner. Maybe we'll want to add another couple or two to our group. You never know.



Neighbors



I came out of the shower with a full hard-on. I was thinking about Diane again. The sexiest girl in the world. Perfect body. Lovely, full breasts. Almost no waist. Great ass. Great legs. A pussy she kept shaved that tasted even better than it looked. She's just so sexy. Loved to suck my cock. Loved to fuck. And fuck and fuck. And she wasn't shy about it. She initiated it as often as I did. Maybe more. We were together for a little over two years, lived together for almost two. She would have stayed with me if I'd married her. But I wouldn't. I'm not ready. Probably never will be. No way I want to be a father and try and raise kids. Which is exactly what she wanted.

My best friend, Don, told me over and over how lucky I was to have her. How he'd marry her in a minute. And she made it plain that marriage was what she wanted. Told me she'd leave me if I didn't. She's twenty-six and can't waste more time. she said. Well,I didn't change and she did. She's living with Don now. Engaged, the wedding date set. And I know her, she'll be perfect for him. Will be a great wife and mother. And a great lover. 

When she moved out I had two months left on the lease. I worked hard at my job and spent every spare minute in the gym. I had to keep busy. Not think about her. She's right. Don's better for her. Of course that means that Don and her were cheating on me for a while. She wouldn't move out of my bed into his unless she knew that sex in that bed was up to her standards. Which sort of pisses me even though I know it's all my own fault. And I don't really want her back because it wouldn't be fair to her. I'm not changing. But, aaah, I'd like to have someone like her. Some great body to hold and taste and fuck.

I open my eyes and realize I'm standing in the bedroom of my new apartment, naked, near a huge window, holding and lightly stroking my erection, as I think about Diane. I look up. Across the corner of the building, fifteen feet away, I'm looking into the window of a neighboring apartment. There's a gorgeous, built, naked woman looking at me while she pushes a couple fingers into her bare, shaved pussy. She almost jumps when she realizes that I see her and moves quickly out of my sight.

              . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

I come out of the shower, dry off and move into my bedroom. Just a few feet away, catty corner across from me, in this same building, there's a gorgeous naked guy with a delicious looking, huge erection. I'm looking at him through our windows. He must be thinking of some girl as he stands there sort of caressing his cock. It makes me realize how much I want a good fuck. Need some sex. It's been too long. Without even thinking about it, I rub my cunny a little and then slide a couple fingers in, Fuck, I need some sex. Need a guy. That guy. Right there. That gorgeous, naked hunk. Shit, he just looked at me. He can see me! I jump out of the way.

Do I dare? He's a real hunk. I know I'd love whatever happened. And I think he could want me. Guys have been making moves at me since my sophomore year in high school so I know I have a good figure. And I really love being with a guy. I can't help but think about taking a lovely cock into my mouth. About someone licking me and sucking on my clit until I have a wild orgasm. And about being completely filled up by a cock moving inside me. Shit. I have to. The up side is way too good to worry about the down side, getting turned down.

              . . . . . . . . . . 

I have to laugh at myself. Getting busted. I should pull my drapes before I walk around naked. Of course, I don't have any drapes yet, just moved in. And she was gorgeous. Terrific body.

My door bell rings. Who could that be? I haven't given my new address out anywhere yet. I pick up my towel and wrap it around my waist and go into the living room and over to the door. I open it. That gorgeous girl is standing there. She has a towel wrapped around her now. I just look at her for a moment, too dazed to realize what's happening.

"I need some help," the lovely body says. I look at her face. A really pretty face. I see her lips moving. I'm almost ashamed of myself, I imagine those lips around my cock. I mean, here's a complete stranger and all I can think of is sex. "Can I come in?" the beautiful creature says. "I'm only wearing this towel."

It sinks in just enough for me to back out of the way and sort of stupidly just get out, "Sure." She comes in, sort of scurries in like she's in a hurry. I close the door and look at her. She's smiling. She really is beautiful. Cheeks bunched up in a smile.

"I think you can help me," she says, still smiling. "I have this itch. Well, not an itch at all, an area that needs some attention." She has her hand on my chest. I think she's feeling me. Her eyes are looking right into mine. Her hand slides down onto my stomach. Her naked hand on my naked stomach.

What the hell do I say? "Sure, I'd love to help if I can."

She steps up against me. Her body against mine. "It's my vagina. It needs attention," she says and then gives me a dirty grin. "I saw you through your window and it looked as if you have everything I need to solve my problem."

If I hadn't lived with Diane I think a woman as aggressive as this would have scared me off. But I'd seen her naked, at least briefly. She's really lovely. So I didn't even answer her with words. I put my arms around her and draw her even closer. I lean my head down, she looks up a little, and we kiss. As we kiss, I move my hand under her towel and feel her nude back, then her firm ass. I slide my hand back up to pull the towel fold apart. I feel her hand doing the same at my waist. We end up in a lovely kiss, tasting each other as our tongues work in each others' mouths. each of us holding the bare butt of the other. 

When we break our kiss we each step back slightly to let our towels fall to the floor. Mine gets hung up on my erection. She looks down at it, then up at me, grinning, then kneels down to remove it. As my cock jumps free, almost in her face, she looks at it and without taking her eyes off it, says, "I knew you were equipped to solve my problem." As she speaks, her one hand wraps around me. She moves her head forward slightly and licks the head, tasting. She looks up at me, smiles, then looks back down and slides her lips around the head of my cock.

She's obviously done this before because she's good. One hand holds my cock, the other is busy on my balls, and her mouth attacks my cock hungrily. Fast, strong. Really licking and sucking, almost biting, trying to swallow me. Then both hands are on my butt as her whole head moves back and forth, working me toward giving her a mouthful. It doesn't really take long and she gets what she wanted. Swallows everything, never missing a drop, then milks me to the end and licks me clean. She then sits back some, looks up at me grinning and licking her lips. As she stands back up, I reach down behind her thighs, pick her up and carried her to my bed.

I'm ready for a long overdue feast. Her breasts are perfect. Full, round, dark nipples. I slather all over one and then the other, then kiss down to what I really want. I pull her around slightly so that her butt is at the edge of the bed, her legs off. I get between her knees, kneel on the floor and put a leg on each shoulder. I 'm ready to eat her for dinner, to make things last and last. Maybe all girls taste this good. Because she's at least as delicious as Diane. Maybe I just like the taste of pussy. I lick in her then onto her clit and then back in her, bringing her up and then holding and not causing her to orgasm. Over and over. She isn't all that noisy and never breaks into uncontrollable moaning. I understand everything she says. Mostly, "Good", "Down a little", "Up a little", "Oh God"(that one a lot), "Quit teasing me", "Fuck me", "Get it in me", "I want you" then finally almost a scream as I attack her clit seriously. She pushes out a lot of juice. Tasty juice. 

I rise up and get my cock aimed at her. She reaches down to help aim me in. She's totally ready, well lubricated. Yet still tighter than I expected. It almost hurts as my foreskin gets pushed back tightly. But it's a truly lovely hurt. As much as I can feel me stretching her, I know she can feel me moving inside her. I get one leg and then the other, up and lean against them as I pump into her. 

She orgasms again as I fuck her. I pull out, have her roll over onto her knees, get behind her and fuck her even more. I can't even describe how great the feelings are, experiencing all this after more than two months without. She seems to enjoy it all at least as much as me. She cums once more. Her insides squeezing me cause me to erupt, too. I can feel her insides rippling around me, I know she can feel my warm sperm filling her. We both finish and collapse. I pull my softening cock out of her and lift myself to the side. She rolls onto her side, facing me, and scoots over against me.

"That was the best ever," she says.

"Yeah," I agree, "it was very good."

"No, really, the best," she says. "you're only the third guy I've done this with. Well, except I've done it really lots of times, and this was definitely the best ever."

"Only the third?" I ask. "How old are you?"

"Twenty three. One guy and I lasted all through college. I just broke up with my last boy friend that I've been with since college. So I was really needing this. Maybe it was so good because it's the first time I ever raped a guy."

I grinned, almost laughed. "You didn't rape me. You can't rape someone who's consenting, who's cooperating all the way."

"Well, o.k., but this was the the first time I ever came into a strangers apartment naked and asked for sex."

"Feel free to do it again any time. I'll be willing. You're a truly gorgeous woman with about as good a body as possible. And you seemed to really love everything we did."

"You're the one with the beautiful body. You're like a model or something, just perfect. And I did love everything. I've never had anyone lick me down there like you did. You really wanted to, seemed to like doing it, and not just do it because you think you should."

"Oh, I did. You're delicious." I reach down and touch her pussy with a couple fingers, pull my head back to look down. "Your pussy is even beautiful, too. Although it looks a little more red now than before."

"Yes, well it's a little sore."

"Oh, well then, I should probably leave it alone."

"It's not that sore," she says, and leans her head forward to kiss me. "Feel free to do whatever it was you wanted to do."

"Actually, I was thinking that maybe we should take a shower or wash up some, get you nice and clean down there so I can taste you again. Have another feast."

She gets a huge grin on her face, rolls over and leaps to her feet. "O.k," she says quickly, "Come on."

We shower together. I help her spritz some water up into her pussy. We feel each other. I think my couple months in the gym helped because she really seems to love my body. And I love hers. I can't help but slip a couple fingers into her as I help wash her pussy and she works on my cock enough that it's fully up and ready. So vertically, in the shower with the water running, I get it into her again. She wraps her legs around me. I press her against the shower wall to help hold her up. As I pump out, her whole body drops slightly so that when I pump back into her, I lift her body with my cock. In physics, my cock would be the fulcrum, I think. She cums again and, even though I'm still hard, I turn off the water. We dry each other and I hurry her back onto the bed so I can eat that delicious pussy.

She maneuvers her body so that she's sitting on my face so that she can suck on my still very erect cock as I lick and suck on her. I start to concentrate on her clit with my tongue and lips while I slide a couple fingers up into her. I can tell she's about ready to cum, her bottom is jumping some. Unexpectedly, she lifts off and moves around very rapidly to straddle my cock. "I want everything," she says. I want to taste your cum again but I really need to have you in me again." With that she drops her bottom down and takes my cock up into her.

After we both cum, we lay there holding one another. I learn that she majored in Computer Science and started her own company while still in school. She got some venture capital and the company is just now about to start showing a profit. She's been spending a huge amount of time on her business and her boy friend didn't like that. Besides, she doesn't want to have children. Her vaginal canal is very small and she knows she would have a very painful time during child birth, would probably need a Caesarian delivery, which she doesn't want. I told her I broke up with my last girl friend because she wanted to get married and have a family and I didn't. So, for different reasons, we fit in a lot of ways. Things look very good.

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Neighbors



You moved into the apartment next to mine a week ago and I am already consumed with lust for you. I watched you sun yourself by the pool earlier today and daydreamt of having you. 

Now, I stand outside your door and knock, I wait for what feels like an eternity and just before I lose my nerve, you open the door. I walk past you and as you try to protest I place a finger to your lips, silencing you. 

You turn to close the door and before you can turn again to face me, I push up against you and force you up against the door. 

My hands find your wrists and spread your arms wide, you try to resist, but realize that you have no control. 

I push your hair aside and start to bite your neck, gently at first, then with more force. I run my hand down your soft smooth back...

You moan slightly and make a partial attempt at resistance, but we both know it is futile at best. I can tell your surrender is near as you push your ass back towards me searching for my touch. 

No comprehendible words have been spoken only a few guttural grunts. The language we speak is that of lust and want and there are no words to describe the desire that has been set free...

...After lavishing your neck and back with kisses and bites, I turn and start to walk away. A protest escapes your lips, but you know that it is premature. I glance around your apartment and smile as I head down the hallway. You wait for me where I left you, unsure as to where you stand... 

...I return after my tour and head to the glass doors that lead to the patio. I open them and step out into the balmy night air. I turn and stare at you, the sight nearly causing me to lose my edge...

...I hold out my hand and you quickly proceed to join me on the terrace. I turn you away from me so that you are facing the courtyard, where the pool lies. I run my hands up your back and can feel the tension melt away. I knead the flesh of your shoulders and your hips start to sway....

... I pull your hair aside and quietly whisper..."You are a true work of art, your beauty is to die for..." I can tell by your body language that you are smiling and your eyes are closed. With one fluid motion, I unhook your bikini top and release it from your shoulders. Your back is tanned and the muscles are taunt...

...as the night air washes over us, I kneel behind you and can barely stand the sight I see. The cutoffs you are wearing frame your ass and give just the slightest hint of cheek. I work my hands down your back and get another feel of your perfect butt...

.... I continue up and down each leg until you are pushing your ass out to me once again. My hands find their way to the front and the buttons of your shorts are disposed of quickly. With a wiggle, I slide your shorts and panties to the floor and you step out...

...I lick your ass and massage it, barely able to keep from touching my hard cock. I turn you around and start licking from your knees upward. When I reach the junction of your legs...

...some of the licks become nibbles and you start to moan softly. I feel your hands find the back of my head and my cock gets even harder. You guide my head until my tongue is where you want and need it to be. I can tell you are becoming impatient, but I have not touched your sex, yet....

...I bathe your entire pubic area and playfully tug on the few hairs I find. That protest escapes your throat again and I decide to give you what you want. My tongue finds it's way to your pussy and you are so wet that it slides right in....

...My tongue is exploring your nether regions and the juices flow into my mouth. A sigh escapes your lips and...

I pull my tongue out and find your clit. It is hard and seems to throb. There is a touch of electricity as I lick your clit. Your hands have become clenched in my hair as I work my mouth on your wet, warm pussy...

...Your moans become lower and breathing is labored as I continue to eat your sweetness. One of my hands works it's way to your ass and finds the flesh there to be hot and wet. Your juices trail down my chin, as I cannot lap quickly enough...

...I insert a finger into you all the while my mouth never losing contact with your clit. I find your G-spot and after a few seconds, you start to cum...

...You are panting and pulling my hair as you cum like you haven't in a very long time. Your thighs are shuddering and pull my face to your sex and grind it into me. Your orgasm seems to go on for ever as I won't let up on my assault of your pussy....

...Slowly, I allow you to return to Earth. There is a whimper as I remove my finger from you and lick it clean. I look up at you and your eyes are still closed. As you catch your breath, I stand, kiss you gingerly and say..."Thank You, My Love..." Before you can open your eyes, I am out the front door and gone, for now... 



Neighbors



From her window she could see her, short shorts, bikini top showing off her tanned skin that glistened in the summer sun. She was a raven haired goddess, so beautiful, so out of reach. Fiona sighed and made herself turn away. She looked to her pale skin, her red hair and scowled. 

"I can't even stand outside and watch her. I would fry." She snorted and flopped into a chair. "This so sucks! I have watched Lili for a month now and I -still- cannot get the brass to even talk to her! I know she's a dyke like me, but dammit! She is so... special. What would she want with me?"

Fiona gave up and headed to her car. Maybe a trip to the mall would help. She cast a quick look at her sexy neighbor as she left, feeling so ugly compared to the tall, sensual woman. Fiona was fat... there was no two ways around this. Not chubby... not plump... but F A T. Lili was tall, slender, toned and tanned.

Fiona sighed as she wandered the mall. She ignored the stares, the rude comments. She was used to them by now. She bought a few things she really needed and stopped for lunch at the food court. She got a salad and a bowl of sliced fruit... her usual summer lunch.

She was not fat by choice. Genetics played a large part in it. She hated the jiggling, the rolls of flesh. She cringed as she heard a couple of men making fun of her. She took a deep breath and ignored them, or tried to. 

When they started making comments about maybe all she needed was a dick to get her off the feed bag she paled. She hurriedly tossed away her unfinished lunch and made a dash for her car. They followed her until she stopped beside a security guard. Only then did they go back the way they came.

Fiona was in tears as she got in her car. Why? What had she ever done to them? She made her way home, tears still sliding down her face. She didn't notice Lili watching her as she stumbled into her house, sobbing as she slammed and locked the heavy oaken door.

Lili scowled. She knew her pretty neighbor lived alone... and she knew the woman was usually fairly cheerful. She had been meaning to stop and visit, get to know the one neighbor she might actually like. Lili thought Fiona was sexy. All round and cuddly. The very image of the Earth Goddess.

"That does it... something is wrong and I am going to go see if she is alright." Lili took a quick shower and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts. Barefoot she padded across her lawn to knock on Fiona's door.

Fiona was trying to calm down when she heard the knock. She froze... what is it were those men?? She tip-toed to the window and looked out. Lili??? HERE? She had a serious case of the deer in the head light look going on as she slowly opened the door.

Lili saw the swollen green eyes and the remnants of fear in the woman's eyes and spoke softly. "Hey. Are you okay? I saw you crying as you came in. Oh, I'm Lili by the way."

Fiona gaped, then almost squeaked as she realized she was being rude. "Please... come in. I'm Fiona... and don't worry about me. I'm fine." ~Oh god, she's here, in my house!! Why? Not that I'm complaining... but surely she has better things to do then pay a pity call on me.~

Fiona looked at the nicely furnished home. Everything spoke of hidden sensuality. Soft fabrics, rich colours and gentle lighting. She smiled at the pretty redhead and put her hand on her arm. "Fiona, don't lie to me. something is wrong. You came running in all pale and shaking... what happened?"

Fiona shivered at Lili's touch and found herself spilling out the story. "I was so scared, they wanted to... to...." She looked as if she was going to be ill. "I don't like men as it is, not like that anyway." She didn't realize they had ended up on the sofa, thighs touching. She wanted to lean in and feel Lili's arms around her so badly.

Lili shook her head. "Pigs, all of them. I'm sorry Fiona, maybe next time I should go with you, protect you."

"You would... you would want to be seen with... -me-?" Fiona stared at Lili in shock. "But why? I'm ugly, and you're so beautiful. People would laugh at you for being with a fat slug like me...."

Lili looked Fiona in the eyes, her ice blue ones stern. " Ugly? Fiona, I think you are beautiful and very sexy. I have been watching you for weeks." She trailed a slender finger down Fiona's softly rounded cheek. "I even have dreams about you. Spread out on the bed, red hair loose and flowing, you moaning as we make love."

Fiona felt the heat building between her legs. Her large nipples were straining against her super support bra and she ached to kiss those soft, ripe lips that were so close. Instead she blushed deeply and looked away in confusion. ~This has to be a dream....~

Lili tilted Fiona's face up and leaned in, brushing her lips softly over hers, tasting the sweet from the fruit and the salt from the recent tears. Fiona moaned and shivered as Lili pulled her closer. This was what she had day-dreamed about. The feel of sun-warmed arms around her, full lips locked with hers.

Lili normally didn't rush like this... but she wanted Fiona, wanted to taste her, caress her full form, make her moan with pleasure. She slipped a hand under Fiona's shirt and undid the clasps of her bra, then tugged the shirt and bra off. She gazed hungrily at the firm, ripe breasts and lowered her head, suckling the taut, rose coloured nipple eagerly. 

Fiona arched her back and moaned, tangling her fingers in the blue black tresses that now cascaded over her. Lili worshipped Fiona's large breasts, taking turns licking, sucking and nibbling the rosy nipples in turn.

Fiona pulled back, eyes glowing with passion. "Please, let me taste you...."

Lili smiled and stood, doing a slow strip tease for her new lover. Fiona watched in awe, body aching. When Lili was nude she reclined on the wide sofa, legs parted. Fiona hesitantly undressed before kneeling between Lili's legs. Lili moaned as she got a full view of the lushness of Fiona's round body. "Oh Fiona... you are so beautiful...."

Fiona spoke not a word. She stroked Lili's wetness tenderly, parting the lips like the petals of a dew-kissed flower. She brought her mouth to Lili's throbbing button and licked it slowly, dizzy as the taste of her exploded on her eager tongue.

Lili writhed and moaned, arching so that her wetness was pressed closer to Fiona's exploring mouth. Lithely she shifted so that she could reach Fiona. Lili looked at the pouty lips and the juices glistening there and slipped a finger inside, rubbing tenderly, teasingly.

Fiona cried out and began to press two fingers inside Lili, teasing, tormenting as she sucked at her button skillfully. The two women writhed against each other, voices joining as they moaned out their passion. 

For what seemed like hours they made love, moving from the sofa to Fiona's large bed. Darkness had fallen by the time they were cuddled together, breathless and sated.

Lili held Fiona tightly, suddenly protective of this sweet Earth Goddess made flesh and blood. She stroked the flaming hair and whispered. "Shall I stay the night?"

Fiona was nestled like a kitten against Lili. She looked up and smiled happily. "Yes. I would like that Lili."

Lili kissed her temple, yawning heavily. "Then I will, anytime you want me too." She was contented... strangely so in fact.

Fiona rested her head on Lili's breasts, eyes slipping closed. She could not believe that this was real. Sleep took her and this time she didn't dream, she didn't have to. 



Neighbors



I've lived in my house for several years now and due to my busy schedule at work have had little time to get to know my neighbors or anyone else for that matter. I could go on and on about my life, but I won't bother you with those details. 

Josh and Renee are my next door neighbors and they're a beautiful couple in their mid-thirties. They have three daughters and they seem to have the whole storybook marriage going on. That's why it was such a surprise to me to see Renee and the girls leave in a van to the airport for Christmas while Josh stayed behind. From the kiss goodbye that he gave to Renee I knew there was nothing wrong with their marriage, but still, to see your family leave you alone for Christmas isn't right. 

Being as that I didn't bother them all that much it really wasn't any of my business. But still, Josh was attractive and his way with his little girls was so...sexy! There's something that's just so seductive about a man who's good with children...it makes you want him. 

Fast forward three days to Christmas Eve and we're having the storm of the century it seems. The National Weather Service was sending out alerts on the TV almost constantly to announce new flooding in different areas and even a few rare tornadoes. I felt even more alone as nature vented her fury at the earth. 

Around seven that night the rain was just coming down in sheets and I figured it was somehow appropriate for me to be spending yet another Christmas Eve alone. Naturally, I got a hot bath going and then cracked open my gift to myself for the season, a bottle of single-malt Scotch older than I am. Between the several shots of Scotch and the hot bath I was soon blissfully ensconced in the comforts of the season. Mozart, Domain & Chandon, bubble bath...life can be good even in the midst of the storm. 

And then I heard a big bang of some sort and the power went out. I sighed and realized that it was my lot in life to never enjoy a moment of peace. I got up out of the bath and just grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me. Looking out the window I could see the whole neighborhood was dark. 

Naturally, that was the moment my garbage cans got blown over. Loudly.

"Dammit!" I said as I padded downstairs to clean up the mess I knew I'd find. I could hear the wind outside as I went into the garage and the chill went through me as my bare feet hit the cold concrete. 

The rain was almost coming down sideways and the wind was just awful. I propped the side door to my garage open with an empty soda can and went about getting the mess cleaned up and put in order so's I could get back to my warm bath all the sooner. 

Once again, the Fates pulled down their panties and peed on me. 

The garage door was pushed in by the wind and I watched as my soda can blew away and then the wind changed direction and I watched in slow motion, it seemed, as the only way into my warm house slammed shut.

I honestly don't remember screaming, but I guess I did. I banged on my door and pleaded with it to open and, predictably, it didn't. I gave up and sat down in the rain and just whimpered and cried knowing full well I'd be spending the night outside. 

My indulgence in my misery lasted maybe two or three minutes when I heard a familiar voice and looked up to see a flashlight in my eyes.

"Christie?" It was Josh. I leapt to my feet and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him both for my joy at seeing him and for the warmth from his body. I didn't notice my robe opening but Josh soon betrayed the fact the he was enjoying feeling my naked body against his. I don't recall exactly what he said next but I got it across to him that I was locked out of the house. Nature, of course, blew her winds colder and wetter once I was trapped outside. 

"C'mon, let's get in where it's warm."

He put his arm around me and ran with me across the muddy yard and over to his back door. We both wiped our bare feet and then walked in. It was then that I noticed he was just in his boxers and a soaking wet t-shirt. Seeing him staring at my body I gathered my robe up and instantly felt a little uncomfortable. 

He took charge and led the way once more.

"Fuck, it's cold. C'mon...we'll warm up and talk later."

He led me through the darkened house with his light and then into the upstairs bathroom where I heard him get the shower going. 

"Go on, Christie, get in there and warm up and I'll go get some towels."

I dropped my wet robe with a plop and almost jumped into the warm, steamy flow. My toes tingled as the feeling came back into them and I shivered with joy as the warm water flowed over my hair. The feeling of the warm water was almost painful on my cold feet and it was somehow an exquisite pain. It was a couple of minutes when I heard Josh come back. 

Even in the fog of the warmth and the Scotch I recolied a bit when Josh stepped into the shower. I don't recall exactly what I said, but he gently moved me aside and stepped into the water saying, "Excuse me, sweetie, but I need to warm up, too. Here, " he reached across me, "we'll turn on the other shower head, okay?"

I lost myself again as I now had my own personal supply of *warm* and I'd almost forgot I was with a naked man until I felt his hands on my waist again. He went to turn me around and I just went with it thinking he was gong to do something else and I was right. 

He kissed me the softest, sweetest kiss I think I've ever had. I melted like butter in his arms and let him kiss me and feel me all over. I didn't even stop him when his searching hand sought out my most personal place and I gasped as he did something I realized he must've done with Renee hundreds of times. 

Josh played my body the way a concert violinist caresses his violin and I must admit, that he eveoked in me what I can only describe as joyful music! He started with a gentle opening and played me on into the first act and then into an overture only to close with the most memorable crescendo. 

When he was done I was the most relaxed I had ever been in years. And I didn't complain as he turned me around and caressed my body as he placed my hands on the cool tile wall of the shower. The combined fog of alcohol, pleasure, and warmth had me not realizing what was happening until I felt his chest press against my back. He kissed my neck and I leaned my lips back to meet his and we kissed. It was as we kissed that I felt him press against me. I moved just enough and was rewarded with his moan of pleasure as he slid himself into my body. I let out a gasp of sheer joy just to be filled with a man. It had been so long since I'd been with someone. It had been too long. 

Gently he slid himself completely into me and I had no shame in letting him. He withdrew from me momentarily and leaned in to kiss me on the neck again. 

"We shouldn't be doing this." I said. 

"I know." 

He kissed me full on the lips and I arched my back for him, offering my body to him and he accepted. I savored every feeling as his cock pushed at my body and then slipped into me again. 

This was the most purely sexual experience I'd ever had and the morality of being with someone else's husband never crossed my mind. I lost myself in the pure pleasure of the moment and wondered if such a wonderful thing could really happen to me. I reached a hand down between my legs and felt gently for my opening and was electrified to feel Josh's manhood gently pressing in and out of my body. I wanted more. 

I broke from our kiss and lowered my head and arched my back like the gymnast I'd been in my teens, pushing him back a step or so. He took my belly in his hands and seated himself firmly into my body. It was indescribably wonderful! I surrendered myself to his needs and, as I recall, I also surrendered to my own. For too long I'd been wanting just what I getting right then and the pent-up want was being released with every thrust of Josh's wonderful tool into my body. 

I could have died happy at that moment. Seriously!

The final reward was when his breathing became jagged with gasps and I knew he was getting close. Part of me knew that I needed to stop this and there was this other part of me that ached to see this through. My own pleasure and anxiety came to a crest as Josh started into what I knew was his own crescendo. I arched my back even more to accept his gift.

I reached between my legs again and gently held his balls as he led himself into me. I don't know why, but I had the most amazing orgasm of my life as I felt his balls contract and then felt his cock surge as it rushed its seed past my fingers and into my body. 

I honestly can't remember too much of the rest of the night expect for a blur of sex and joy. It was noon the next day when I awoke in Renee's bed to find Josh next to me, smiling as he moved himself on top of me to take me again. 

It was an hour later when Josh got me back into my house and then only two hours after that when his family came home to spend Christmas Day with their husband and father. 

Over the next few weeks Josh and I exchanged furtive glances, but nothing more. 

It was literally Valentine's Day when Josh came over and had a little present for me. I invited him in and told him that come late September or early October I would have a little present for him. 



Neighbors



The phone rings and takes you away from the computer. You glance at the clock and realize that noon is quickly approaching with the family expected back for lunch soon. the sun beaming in the window also tells you that today is a day to be spent outside.

You pick up on the third ring and answer, "Hello."

"Hi Judy, its Sally from across the street. Are you busy? I have a box I need to move and no one is around and I could really use your help for a couple of minutes."

"Hey Sally. Ummmm, sure but you need to give me a couple of minutes ok?"

"Of course. But if you can come before noon, I can offer you lunch for your help."

"Sounds great, I'll be there in about 15."

You rush back to the computer, ending your on-line chat and shutting down. You place last nights leftovers into the oven and jot a quick note for Ralph and Amanda. You wrap a sweater loosely around your shoulders and walk across the street with the warm sun on your face.

Sally opens the door and greets you with a warm smile. "Hey I really appreciate this. I forgot all about it and I need to get this box into the garage so it can be picked up tomorrow morning along with the rest of the trash."

You give her a quick kiss hello on the cheek, flashing back weeks ago when you shared several bottles of wine with her and the hubbies as part of an impromptu snow day party. Your thoughts still warmed by your earlier on-line chat reawakening those desires that had accompanied that "more than just friendly" buss. 

Sally is two or three older than you and you've been neighbors for the last 10 years. The families quickly becoming friends with both sets of your children spending much time together as well. You've shared many a fond memory and she's been someone you could call upon when needed.

Her hand touches your elbow as you give her the kiss and she frowns into your eyes as your face retreats. "I really hate that you're going to move away next month. Its not easy to find good neighbors let alone good friends in this day and age."

Your smile has a tinge of sadness as her words ring true and you both gaze silently for a moment, measuring the truth in her words.

"But we're not moving that far. We can still stay in touch. You'll be the first on our list for the housewarming party as well."

"I will look forward to that, seeing your new home, but I still can't help but wish you weren't going."

Hands joining, squeezing. Neither of you daring to say anything more as the sadness of parting rears in your minds.

She leads you upstairs where a large box of old clothes is next to the wall of her bedroom. You find yourself sneaking a look at her butt, the memory of that party returning along with your lustful thoughts.

You smile to yourself recalling how you described her big booty butt to your on-line lover, and how you wished that your husband had indicated a willingness to explore the bounds of your relationship with your neighbors that day. Kisses being exchanged willingly and with some passion at your parting.

The box is heavier than it appeared and you both struggle down the stairs with it. At one point, you thought you were going to stumble backwards and another she almost dropped in over the railing. Catching yourselves in time, tossing casual insults at the other to lay faux blame. Giggles following the insults.

Finally the box is laid to rest and you move to the kitchen. Sally has lunch ready, a simple shrimp salad with a citrus based dressing. And beside the plates, an open bottle of wine. Red and familiar.

Her eyes shine as your pleasant surprise of the wine dances across your face. She pours you a glass then one for herself. "Cheers!"

"To good friends!"

The glasses clink and you both sip. One of your favorite Cabs, in fact the one that you had shared before.

"Ummmm, delicious. Thank you."

"You're welcome, thanks again for your help. I thought I was going to kill you and push you down the stairs so you've earned it too."

Sitting down at the corner of the table, you start in on the salad. Quietly eating and sipping the wine. 

You think your mind plays a trick on you and imagine that Sally just took a long look at your breasts while she clears the plates from the table. Your eyes do follow her butt again as she carries them to the sink and your almost caught looking as she glances back over her shoulder.

Sally returns with the bottle and refills the glasses. "Do you remember when we had this wine last?"

"Oh do I? That was some little buzz we had going by the time we left! I don't think I laughed so hard or had just a good time in a long while."

Sally looks at your face, "I know. I too had such fun. I...kind of wished it didn't have to end. I really didn't want you to go that day."

Your eyes lock and your hand covers hers on the table. "Me too. I especially enjoyed our little kiss."

A slight blush on Sally's cheeks before she next speaks, eyes never leaving your face and her hand turning under yours to mingle your fingers together. "I had hoped it was more than a little kiss. I found that I liked kissing you...and would have liked to had a few more."

Your torso's drawn forward slowly as if by some force neither of you controls. As if your eyes are calling her to you, and you to hers. You barely get out, "I felt the same," when your lips join and the kiss from weeks ago is repeated.

You sit then together, one hand joined, as your lips make extended contact. Kissing gently, testing, affirming. Time passes slowly as you become gradually bolder. Chairs scraping on the floor as you both shift to get closer.

Your fingers touch her cheek at the same time that her mouth opens and you get the first real taste of her mouth. The ice broken, now your tongues do battle, both of you sure that the other has the same intention and desires.

As you part her hair behind her ear with your fingers, her hand lands on your knee. Your caress brushes her hair back, travels down and pauses at the nape of her neck. Her hand moves at the same pace up your thigh before jumping up along your side.

"I love having you touch me. I've thought about it a lot lately."

"I thought about it a lot that night, when I first realized how much I wanted you."

You hold the back of her head and kiss deeply. Shocked a bit to find that its her hand that first finds a breast. Her caresses now sure and confident. 

You pull her to you. Her hand smashed between your chests, your desire growing ever stronger.

"What time will Paul be home?"

"He left early this morning for a business trip. He won't be back until Wednesday. And Ralph, will he expect you home soon?"

"Not really, I left him lunch and a note. He may call but he had some plans for the afternoon."

"Lets go upstairs then."

You kiss your response and find yourself standing, still embracing. Your hands finally free to explore her ass. Several minutes past in this new position, mouths now very comfortable together.

Sally slips an arm around your waist and turns you towards the stairs. Your arm soon about her and you trade quick kisses on your way to her bed. Her hand under your top before you are halfway there, her eagerness and aggressiveness surprising you.

You decide to turn the tables a bit and show her that side of you as well. Your lips at her ear, whispering. "Mmmmm, I can't wait to fuck you Sally. I've wanted to bed you for YEARS but Ralph doesn't know that I like fucking women and you're so close I didn't want to risk it." Your tongue probing her ear, you knowing what that does to most men and women.

Both of you pulling at clothing, it falls around you as you near the bed. Then its the two of you falling together on the bed. Nude bodies rolling about as hands and mouths and tongues and fingers and lips begin their journey.

This time its you that gains the first touch of finger in pussy. Her heat and moisture so inviting and she is quick to follow, seeking yours. As with the others before her, she gasps in astonished glee at the size of your clit, moving on the bed to get a good look at it to confirm what her digits discovered.

Your head falls back as her mouth takes you. She sucks loudly, obviously pleased with your size. "God, you could fuck me with this..."

You push her legs apart, moving into a 69 with her. "I intend to Sally," spoken just before you bury your tongue in the folds of her sex. Fingers opening her so you can fully enjoy the first taste of the sweetness of a new pussy.

One, two fingers in you as her tongue lashes at your clit. It takes great will on your part not to abandon her and just relish in the pleasure she is giving you. You move a finger in and twist it to find the rough ridges that will bring her equal joy.

The two of you now locked together. Sucking, licking, fingering. Passion unleashed and soon to be fulfilled.

Her hips humping and yours join in. Almost without stopping your administrations, you tell her to suck your clit, how hot it makes you. Then after several feverish licks and probes, you're now telling her how you're going to fuck her silly.

Her thighs clamp on your head and your fingers are squashed as she cums. Fresh, hot wetness fills your mouth, causing you to push your hips with new vigor. Your clit sliding between her lips until its crushed by her pressing tongue.

Your orgasm is shuddering in its intensity and you are sure that her face is soaked. You fall off her and you both lay panting next to each other. Fingers locking together in silent as you take long, deep refreshing breaths.

"That was...nice..." Followed by giggles from both ends of the bed. 

Sally sits up then turns to lay with you. Sharing soft kisses again, hands lazily moving along hips and sides.

"I really do think you could fuck me with that." Sally voice laughing as she lightly touches your clit.

You roll over on top of her, pushing her legs apart with yours. Bringing your sex to hers, smiling down at her, breasts soft pillows between your bodies. 

"I meant it when I said I intended to fuck you with it." Looking into her eyes, you start your grind.

Her legs hook around you, a look of sudden awareness as your erect nub seeks to enter her. Realizing that she is about to be fucked, really fucked by you. 



Neighbors



"Have another, Melly?" the bartender asked.

"No thanks, Jack. I'm good," I slurred. I was a bit more drunk than I had anticipated and wondered how I was going to get home.

"Is there anyone you can call for a ride?" he asked.

"It's a nice night, I think I'll walk. Thanks anyway," I said as I slowly got to my feet, trying to keep myself steady.

Just as I stood up and took a few steps away from the bar stool, I lost my balance. I fell right into the arms of Jason, my neighbor who lives across the hall from me. He held me while I got my balance before he spoke.

"Melissa, funny seeing you here."

"How many times do I gotta tell ya not to call me that?"

"Sorry. It always gets your attention, though," he said, smiling. "Can I walk you home?"

"Whatever would your wife say?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm just walking you home, Mel. She wouldn't say anything," he said as we walked out of the bar up the street from our apartment building.

Morgan, my husband left me six months ago and it hit me pretty hard. I had no idea it was coming. Just one day he got up, went to work and never came home. He never gave me any explanations. I spend most Friday nights here at Quinn's Tavern now, drowning my sorrows wondering exactly what it is that I did to make Morgan leave. He and I were high school sweethearts, I was 16, he was 17 when we met, we'd been together for 25 years.

"How's things going with Patty?" I asked Jason as we got off the elevator.

"They're going. She seems like she's trying to make the effort to make our marriage work. It's difficult though."

"Why's that?" I asked, putting the key into the lock of my door.

"She goes away on these business trips all the time so that doesn't give us many opportunities to spend any time alone together," he said as he followed me into my apartment.

I flopped down onto the couch and flipped on the TV. It was getting close to 11pm so I changed the channel over to the local news. Jason walked to the kitchen to fix me some tea. He knew his way around my apartment pretty well. He and Morgan were good friends so were Patty and I, they spent a lot of time here when Morgan and I were still together. 

Jason and Patty helped me through a lot of rough spots after Morgan left. When Patty was away on business, Jason would spend some nights in my apartment, sleeping on the couch. I was so confused about my feelings toward him, I just buried them deep knowing he was married and if I ever acted on my feelings, it would damage his marriage more than it already was.

"You want Earl Grey or Green Tea?" he asked, holding both boxes.

"Earl Grey," I told him. "So where's Patty now?"

"Away on business again. She left a few hours ago," he said, not turning to face me while he filled the teapot with water. "Tea should be ready in a few minutes." He pulled out a chair and the kitchen table and took a seat, waiting for the water to boil. 

"Another Friday night alone," I sighed. "Quinn's has become my home away from home on Friday's. They know me pretty well in there." I sat up a bit more and tucked one leg underneath me.

"You've gotta stop doing this to yourself, Mel," Jason said with concern in his voice.

"Stop doing what?" I hissed at him.

"Stop drinking your problems away. Sooner or later it's gonna be every night, not just Friday's."

"If you're gonna lecture me, you can just go home now, Jason. I really don't need ----- "

"It's not a lecture. You know I'm right. Morgan left you. So what? Move on with your life and stop this self destructive behavior."

"Now you're a psychologist, too?" I said, still slightly slurring my words. "Just go, Jason. I really don't need this shit t'night, okay?" 

The tea kettle on the stove started to whistle. "Sorry," he said and got up to pour my tea. "Here's your tea, Mel. Have a good night." He left and closed the door quietly behind him.

***

Jason was really a good guy, he deserved better than what Patty was putting him through. She ended up pregnant a couple years ago but it turns out the baby wasn't Jason's. She gets to see the baby from time to time, but for the most part, his daddy takes care of him. They started seeing a marriage counselor shortly after that, much to the surprise of just about everyone who knew them. I figured he'd have left her after that, but he claims it was just a mistake on her part and he was willing to forgive her and try to work it out. 

Shortly after Patty had the baby, things started getting rocky with Morgan and myself. He'd start working late or going out with the boys, I figured he was having an affair but could never prove it. That's more than likely why he left. He always liked the younger, slimmer blondes and I was far from that these days. My figure isn't what it was in high school. 

Morgan's secretary was probably about 21 with long flowing blonde hair, brown eyes, and big boobs. She wore skimpy outfits and always seemed to be shaking her ass around any man who would pay attention. Morgan's probably banged her a few times on the nights he was "working late." I always died my hair a lighter blonde for Morgan, figuring that's what he liked and maybe I could hold on to him a bit longer. 

Lately, I've just let it go and it's starting to finally get back to my normal color, a much darker blonde -- almost light brown. I always kept it long for Morgan, too. After he left, I had it cut. It was down to the middle of my back, now it rests just below my collar.

***

I sat there blankly staring at the TV, completely oblivious to what the newscasters were saying. I kept hearing Jason's voice echo through my head and it got me angry again.

"Who the hell is he to tell me what to do?" I said aloud. I finished my tea, turned off the TV, turned off the lights in my apartment and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. I walked to the bathroom, got some aspirin then headed to the kitchen to fix breakfast. I saw something sitting on the kitchen table and as I focused my eyes, I noticed it was Jason's cell phone. He must have left it here last night. I thought again about what he said last night and I felt guilty for getting angry with him. He was just being a concerned friend. I went back into the bedroom, put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, then grabbed Jason's cell phone and headed over to his apartment to return it to him.

I wasn't sure if Jason was awake yet, so I knocked lightly on the door instead of ringing the doorbell. I heard movement inside after the first knock so I waited for Jason to open the door.

"Mel. What's up?" he asked as he opened the door. It looked like he had just woke up, his short black hair was uncombed and his eyes were partially closed. He was wearing just a pair of black silk boxers. It's been a long time since I had seen him in no shirt and he looked good, damn good. I felt something stir inside me.

"Uh -- um -- you left your cell at my place last night," I stammered, handing his phone to him.

"Oh. Thanks. I'm always leaving this thing somewhere," he said. "You wanna come in?"

"No. I just came by to return your phone," I said, not making eye contact with him.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked.

"No," I said quietly. "Look Jason, I'm sorry about being such a bitch to you last night. I know you were just being a concerned friend and I treated you like shit."

"It's okay, Mel, really. I paid no attention to it. I'm just glad I could make sure you got home safely," he said, smiling as I looked up at him. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled at me. "Why don't you just come in and have breakfast with me?" Before I could refuse, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

"I really should go, Patty's not here and I -- "

"So what if Patty's not here. If she were, she'd invite you in for breakfast, too. What's the problem?"

"No problem," I replied quietly as I sat down at his kitchen table.

"By the way, you look really good this morning," he told me as he headed toward his bedroom. "Let me get a quick shower and some clothes then I'll cook you breakfast."

Where did that compliment come from? I thought I looked like hell. My hair was a mess, I had a splitting headache and my sweats and t-shirt probably look like something I got from a second hand store. I felt something stir again as I watched Jason walk down the hall. I got up and headed toward his bedroom. The door was partially open and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom that was off the bedroom.

I walked into the room and peaked into the bathroom. I could see Jason's silhouette behind the shower curtain. I just stood there for a moment watching him and briefly fantasized about being in that shower with him, feeling him pump his hard cock deep inside me. I snapped out of my daydream and reminded myself that he's a married man and as I turned to leave I heard the water turn off. I froze in my tracks, still in the bedroom, but just out of eyesight of Jason still in the bathroom. I took three or four large steps to get to the bedroom door, then quickly walked back to the kitchen table and sat back down.

I had no way to conceal my extremely erect nipples that were poking into my shirt, so I just crossed my arms over my chest as Jason came back into the kitchen wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. His hair was wet and still uncombed. He looked at me and smiled as he pulled some eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator. 

"I should go, Jason. I don't wanna keep you from anything today." I kept my gaze anywhere but on him as I got up to leave.

"You're not going anywhere until you have breakfast, young lady!" he said playfully scolding me.

"Okay, okay. At least let me help you make breakfast then," I said as I walked into the kitchen.

"You cook the bacon," he said, handing me the package. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled," I said. "Is there any other way?"

"A woman after my own heart!" he said, smiling. My heart started beating faster.

What the hell is going on here? Jason is married to a good friend of mine, I shouldn't be feeling this way about him. He looked so damn good, though. There wasn't a lot of room in the kitchen for two people and every time Jason had to walk past me, he placed his hand gently on my back. It sent shivers through my body every time he touched me. I just kept my focus on the bacon cooking in front of me, ignoring the stirring of feelings I was having toward him. He walked back to the pan next to me again and when he brushed by me this time, I felt his erection brush against my ass. 

"I got the wrong spatula!" he said, looking at the spatula in his hand. 

He reached around me, opened the drawer next to me and rifled through it to find another spatula. My heart was beating so loud, I knew he could hear it. He seemed to move in slow motion looking for the spatula. Feeling his body against me was driving me absolutely crazy. I felt my desire for him intensify. He finally pulled away, finding the spatula that he needed. I pulled the last piece of bacon out of the pan and quickly walked to the table.

"Bacon's done!" I said as I put the plate down on the table and sat down, one arm still across my chest. He handed me two empty plates as he finished cooking the eggs and toast.

"Eggs are, too!" Jason said as he set down a plate of toast next to the bacon and held the pan of eggs, serving some to me, then himself. He took the pan back to the stove, poured us both a cup of coffee then came back to the table. 

"Looks delicious," I said, keeping my eyes fixated at my plate and one arm still crossed in front of me.

"Especially the bacon," he said, making me blush slightly.

"So what are your plans for today?" I asked him, finally making eye contact.

"I dunno. I gotta clean up around here a bit, probably that and some laundry. Patty won't be home until Tuesday," he said. "How about you?"

"About the same. Clean up, laundry. Probably go catch a movie," I said. "Pretty boring weekend."

"We could go catch a movie together," Jason offered, breaking eye contact with me.

"I -- I don't know if that would be such a good idea, Jason," I stuttered nervously.

"Why not?" he asked, puzzled. "We'd just be going as friends."

"Let's just finish our breakfast," I said quietly.

I ate quickly, not making another sound. I think Jason could sense that I was suddenly uncomfortable being there, which was correct. All those feelings I was having for him before came flooding back and I knew it was wrong. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. We finished breakfast and Jason took our plates to the sink. He offered me another cup of coffee, I turned him down and told him I had to go.

"Thanks for breakfast," I said, quickly walking to the door.

"Thanks for the company," he said, sadness in his voice.

I got back to my apartment, ran to the bedroom and fell to the bed on my back, just staring at the ceiling. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I said aloud. I dozed off for a few minutes and was awakened by a knock on my door. I pulled myself off the bed and went to answer the door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was Jason.

"Why did you leave so quickly?"

"You've got a lot of things to do today, Jason. I just didn't want to be in the way," I told him. My eyes wandered up and down his body as I remembered feeling his erection against me earlier.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," I said and opened the door wider to let him in. I closed the door and watched him cross the living room to the recliner in the corner. He grabbed the TV remote as he sat down, turned on the TV and started flipping through channels.

"I sure miss Saturday Morning cartoons," he chuckled.

"I do too. I mean whatever happened to Bugs Bunny on Saturday Mornings?" I chuckled back as I headed for the bedroom.

I walked into the bedroom to find my robe, put it on and came back into the living room. I sat down on the couch that was next to the recliner, keeping my focus on the TV instead of Jason.

***

Even when Morgan and I were together I'd always thought Jason was a good looking guy. His short straight black hair and blue eyes made him one of the most attractive men I'd met since Morgan. When we moved into this apartment, Jason and Patty already lived across the hall and the four of us became instant friends. Patty is just the opposite of me. She's about 20 pounds overweight with long brown hair and she's also a few inches shorter than me. She has a beautiful face and always carried herself with confidence.

Patty had met a guy on a business trip a couple years ago and started up an affair with him. It lasted for about six months. When she came home after one trip telling Jason she was pregnant, he knew almost immediately it wasn't his. She contacted the father of her newborn son and asked if he could take care of him, he agreed, then she and Jason tried to work out their problems in their marriage. We had all agreed to never mention her infidelity, they wanted it that way so they could try to work things out.

I know better. She's still fooling around on him and it makes me angry that she does it so blatantly. Jason's got to know better, but he either doesn't care anymore or he's so completely in love with her, he's just oblivious.

***

"Are we gonna sit here and watch TV all day?" I asked him.

"I just want to know why you left so quickly," he repeated.

"I already told you, Jason. I knew you had a a lot to do today and I didn't want to get in the way," I explained.

"That answer's not acceptable," he said. "Is it because you feel uncomfortable around me when Patty's not home?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

"I know you were watching me in the shower, Mel," he blurted out.

"Oh perfect!" I said, still not making eye contact with him.

"I also know that Patty's still cheating on me. No one can go on that many business trips. I'm not stupid."

"So why are you still with her?"

"I dunno. I guess I just like the fact that she still wants to come home to me after all that's happened. I like feeling needed."

Finally looking up at him I said, "That's a pretty stupid reason to stay married to someone who's cheating on you."

"I know. Did I forget to mention that I filed for divorce yesterday afternoon?" he asked, smiling.

"You did forget to mention that," I said. My face lit up and my heart was beating faster again.

"Now about you watching me in the shower -- "

"I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't think you saw me. It's been so long since I've been with a man, I just lost myself and when you answered the door wearing just your boxers, a thousand thoughts went racing through my mind about you," I explained, breaking eye contact with him again. "I think Patty's the stupidest woman in the world to cheat on you the way she does. If I had you, I'd never want anyone else."

"Mel, I knew you were watching me in the shower. It gave me such a raging hard-on, I had to put on a baggy pair of sweats hoping you wouldn't see it."

"I felt it against me when we were cooking breakfast, it drove me absolutely crazy. That's why I had to leave so quickly," I said quietly.

He got to his feet, took a few steps over to me and helped me to my feet. My robe fell open and he took a step back, looking me all up and down. I blushed and quickly closed my robe, my eyes wandering back to his crotch, seeing the outline of his rigid shaft though his sweats. He reached out, opened my robe again and pulled me into him. He leaned down, and pressed his lips gently to mine. I opened my lips, feeling his tongue pass through them as I kissed him back, slowly, feverishly.

"We can't do this," I said, our lips still engaged in a passionate kiss.

"You're right, we can't," he replied, still kissing me. We fell to the couch, still kissing. I felt his hands run under my shirt and caress my back, my whole body tingling under his touch.

I reluctantly pushed him away, "Jason, this is wrong. You're still married. Patty is my friend -- " I trailed off.

"This isn't wrong, Mel. I've wanted this for a long time, just relax," he told me as he helped me to my feet and led me to the bedroom.

He pulled his shirt off, pulled me into him and started kissing me again. I felt his hands on my waist, pulling my shirt up as we continued to kiss. He pulled my shirt up over my head, tossed it to the side and pulled me into him again. My whole body tingled while my breasts pressed against his bare chest. I could feel his rigid shaft between us as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeper. 

I was still reluctant to do this with him even though it was exactly what I wanted. I felt his hands under the waistband of my sweats, slowly pulling them down while he kissed down my body. All restraint was gone now, I pulled him up, tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him hard while I pulled him down to the bed.

He paused briefly, "You're beautiful, Mel. I want you. I want you now."

He finished removing my sweats while kissing up and down my thighs. I felt his staggered breath on my wet pussy lips as he gently teased my swollen clit with his tongue. I raised my hips to meet him. He gently started licking and sucking on my clit, working my body into a frenzy. As my hips gyrated with his tongue, I felt my orgasm work it's way up from my toes. He plunged his tongue into my hole as I thrashed about, closing my legs on his head, coating his tongue with my juices. I was trembling uncontrollably and I finally released him, my body falling limp.

He started kissing back up my body, gently nibbling and sucking each nipple. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. I turned my head and our lips met, kissing passionately as he positioned himself over me, his rigid shaft twitching between us. I opened my legs, wrapped them around him and pulled him into me, guiding his cock with my hand, fitting him perfectly inside me.




Neighbors



Chapter One--Sisters

Although I'd been warned about moving to Luna Vista, one of the seediest suburbs in Las Vegas, I wasn't going to let a few rumors keep me from passing up a sweet deal like this. Six-hundred and fifty bucks for a two bedroom house with a bath and a half, a garage and plenty of space between my neighbors and myself. Now I could finally play my guitar as loud and obnoxious as I damn well please. 

After getting the basics situated, a few cooking items, something to sleep on and most importantly, my music and guitar, I couldn't help but to christen my new abode with some kick-ass riffs to find my neighbors tolerance zone.

No sooner than I found myself immersed in my latest original piece inspired by a certain nameless, faceless woman, I was startled by this dainty little voice straining to overcome the volume of my screaming solo, 

"Wow, I could listen to music like that all day!"

My eyes looked up to find not a teenager, but a compact package of natural beauty whose lace tank-top barely kept her impressive bust in check. Indeed, though there was definitely something about her that gave her an air of maturity, I somehow thought flirting was out of the question. At least for now.

"Are you always so friendly to strangers?"

A cute, pouty smile emerged as she lightly bit a plump, cherry red lip. 

"Are you always so inhospitable? I was just curious as to whether or not another asshole would be moving in."

Her demeanor had a disarming way of making me feel like I was the one being an asshole. 

"I'm sorry, it's just I'm not used to people who aren't up to anything but to check out what I've got to rip off. Name's William, but you can just call me Bradley, my middle name. And whom may I ask, would you be? Miss, Missy or just Ms.?"

"Well, my name is Jasmine, not Jazzy and definitely not J.C., got it?"

I laughed, "Okay, Miss Yasmine."

"Don't be a jerk, Bratley, it doesn't suit you very well. I saw the expression on your face while playing your guitar. It's almost like you're having an orgasm. Is it true?"

Jasmine's question caught me off guard. "You girls are even worse than we are, but yes, some say so. Do I really look like that when I'm ripping out a solo?"

Eyes wide, Jasmine sat on the tailgate and said, "Yup, but if you ripped off that sweaty t-shirt, you could be my real rock star."

"If you're trying to get me naked, then don't act so innocent. It doesn't suit you very well."

Truth be told, I needed to get this dirty rag of a shirt off, so up and over it went as I brought a rhythm up into a steadily growing fusion solo, blending blues with sweet nuances a la` Bruce Becvar. The likes of which I'm sure Miss Blondie hadn't yet heard. 

The gyrating motion of Jasmine's hips swaying 'round was causing my manhood to swell. I was literally undressing her in my mind, feasting upon her delightfully petite frame and aqualine eyes. Her succulent orbs of firm, unbelieveably pearlescent breasts were so tempting, I wanted to taste them. 

"You really liked that? I mean it's just a rough idea I've been working on since high school, I've even written some lyrics too." 

Jasmine opened up a six-pack cooler and offered me an ice cold bottled water. Her delicate fingers wrapped around it, gently brushing against my open palm. Her nearness revealed a faint aroma of freshness, a scent of something deliciously clean.

"Are you blushing, Bradley? You know, I bet you're thinking I'm a teenager, aren't you? Well, I just turned twenty-one last week. I'd like to help, but I'll get us some extra muscle for the the bigger stuff. Don't underestimate this little country gal from Texas, though, I can hold my own."

Well, that seems to put a damper on things, but I could use another big pair of guns if I want to sleep in my own bed tonight. "When can your friend get here?"

"Oh, we live together. I just know you're going to like her, she's actually the prettier sister, but I got the brains. Be right back, Bra-a-dley."

Yes, I can definitely feel a song in the making. If Jasmine's sister is even half as tasty as she says, I'd best not get involved with either. Been there, done that, nobody ever wins that game even with the best laid plans. Freakin' sisters. Sheesh.

Before I even had my dresser and weight set lined up, Jasmine and who I presumed was her sister were already back. 

"Hey, Bradley. Meet Jeri, my big sis."

Jeri's tall, slender shape belied the raw strength she exuded. Her Amazon-like presence overcame me. I'd never seen a woman of such irresistible qualities as did this strikingly beautiful sister of Jasmine.

"Hello, Earth to Bradley."

"Oh, yeah. Pleased to meet you, Jeri. Jasmine says you're just the right person to help out with these last few pieces. They're kind of heavy. I probably would've been nearly done if I weren't playing rock star for someone."

Rather than getting all flushed, Jeri's 'lil sis started telling her all about my supposedly hot, ripped abs and the sensual, sexual facial expressions my guitar and I made together.

"Jazzy, you're acting your age again. I'm much more into seeing the sweat dripping off a man's furrowed brow. You'd better stop your teasin' or no one will ever take you seriously. I do hope you don't scare our new neighbor away. He's obviously not your type anyway. 

Aren't you still going to the Boardwalk or something tonight? Here's fifty bucks, go buy yourself a bra that actually fits, okay?"

When Jasmine shot a steely-eyed gaze back at her elder, I knew then that trouble was afoot. I had to say something,

"Jasmine, when my new place is ready, we can go over some lyrics. We'll see if your voice is as perfect as your body. Tomorrow night all right?" 

Jazzy sulked off, leaving me feeling like crap. Until Jeri spoke,

"Don't let those crocodile tears fool you, she's not the picture of innocence she may have you believe. C' mon, this stuff isn't going to stow itself, I'm actually in the mood for a cold beer. You?" 

I'm not sure when it happened, but suddenly brown eyes were becoming much more enticing than blue. Maybe I never really gave them a second look before getting lost in Jeri's. "Yeah, let's do this."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a six-pack of Sam Adams Summer Ale and some of the best shrimp Pad Thai ever, Jeri began massaging my aching body from head to toe. "Mmm.. yes, you have no idea how badly I've needed this. Have you ever considered being a massage therapist?"

"Shh...just close your eyes and relax. This is what I do. But today, I'm doing it for you. Besides, your body is like a sack lunch but with caviar and lobster inside."

"A sack lunch?"

"Yeah, you act and dress like a pop-tart, but this one's got a rich, creamy filling."

"Do you always speak in metaphors? You're like a silent jaguar, but with zebra stripes."

Jeri got up, put her hands on her hips and said, 

"Is that what you think I am? A predatory female? I never wear any other face but my own. My comment about your body was meant to be a compliment, a sincere one."

I leaned in close to Jeri's ear with my hands around her succulent waist, then whispered, "I thought I was a blue eyes man until today."

Our lips touched with mouths barely parted, yearning to kiss, our bodies melding as one. "You're beautiful, like no other." Jeri's breath quickened as I blew softly upon the wet trail of kisses I laid down the nape of her slender neck. Gently, I traced the front of my hand across the warm, silky smooth skin of Jeri's cheek as goosebumps rose with her heartbeat. She eagerly assisted me in removing her faded t-shirt, revealing ivory toned breasts and tight nipples of ripe, plum colored flesh.

Jeri pulled me down and into her arms, stroking my proudly standing manhood while wearing a luscious, evil smile. "Mmm...yes, Bradley, you've such a lovely cock. I'm going to enjoy this more so much than you."

"Oh, god yes." I whimpered, as Jeri's hungry mouth devoured my hardened root, her plush tongue savoring the slippery, seeping pre-cum. Then I felt her nimble fingers cradle my tightening sac. The feeling was so intense, I damn near came. "No! Ladies first."

When I saw Jeri's traditional white panties crowned by a neatly trimmed bunny-patch, my eyes widened in appreciation as my tongue slithered deep into her delicious sweet spot. I eagerly lapped up it's contents while thumbing her tiny, hooded pearl, sending a wrenching tremor throughout her lithe body.

"Ah, oww ... yes! That's it, that's it, there...mmm."

Jeri's body trembled with each successive, steadily intensifying orgasm until she screamed out in ecstasy, "I-I can't wait any longer, Bradley, I'm about to f-f-fucking climax!"

I really wanted to have Jeri cum as she'd never came before, so I flipped her over and gently, yet forcefully thrust every inch of my stiff rod deep into her warmth. Hitting bottom, I slowly cycled my hips, anticipating every quivering orgasm with increasing ferocity. I felt a wave of pleasure coursing throughout my loins. Jeri's amazing pussy clenched, sensing my impending release. I came, reaching a plateau of serendipitous euphoria, sharing our moment of bliss. Together, we collapsed into a tangle of sexual exhaustion, our bodies satiated.

I looked up at Jeri, smiled and said, "What about Jasmine?"



Neighbors



Marsha was always a good girl. Cute, brunette, and a tight little body, but her shyness had caused her to never have a real boyfriend. There were a couple of boys when she was in high school that talked to her here and there, and she had even been on a date or two, but she had never had a steady screw.

Here she was, twenty hears old, working in a library and living with a cat, and she had never had a good fuck. Every day she would come home from work around five o'clock, and she would settle down for dinner and a good book. Around five thirty, her neighbor across the hall would get home, and shortly after her boyfriend would follow her through the door. Noises would start, and Marsha would start to fantasize.

She would touch herself and imagine that she was a part of the action. Sometimes she would rub her clit and wish that she was licking her neighbor, sucking her pert breasts or licking her wet pussy. Other times, she would run her fingers inside herself and wish that she was getting pounded by the boyfriend, his hard cock running in and out of her tight pussy and his balls slapping against her ass. All the while, she would be serenaded by the sounds of moans and sighs from across the hall. There was more than once that she found herself naked and sweaty, collapsed on her own living room floor, her pussy dripping and throbbing.

One Friday, Marsha got home from work early. She dressed down and poured herself a glass of wine to relax. Five thirty came, and the noises started. Marsha was on her fourth glass of wine and was feeling a bit flushed, and for once, she found herself doing something she had never done before. She stood in her white satiny underwear and bra and crossed the hall to her neighbor's apartment.

They barely noticed her at first; they were too busy fucking on the couch. The neighbor was lying back on the couch, her blond head tossed back in a moan of ecstasy. Her legs were in the air; her shaved pussy was being pounded by the thick cock of her studly boyfriend. His ass tightened as he thrust into her; his back arching.

Marsha climbed onto the couch next to her neighbor and started massaging her naked tit, pinching the already erect nipple.

The neighbor squinted her eyes tight and gasped a heavy sigh; her boyfriend started fucking faster. Taking these actions as encouragement, Marsha leaned in and started sucking the neighbor's nipple. Her ass was in the air, and she soon felt the boyfriend's hand exploring her ass, rubbing the cheek and giving it a little slap. Marsha caught herself gasping as he slid his finger under her panties and into her wet pussy. She started to gyrate, grinding his finger deeper into her, his knuckle brushing her swollen clit. Marsha was sucking so feverishly on her neighbor's nipple that she didn't notice the boyfriend pull out and position himself behind Marsha's own wet pussy. She felt her underwear being tugged down to her knees and his cock was in her. He was the thickest that she had ever had, not that she had had many. He plunged his cock in deeper, running his hands over her back and guiding her head down her neighbor's body to the waiting wet pussy. Marsha had never licked pussy before. She was hesitant at first, but her neighbor raised her hips, pushing herself into Marsha's waiting mouth. Marsha licked over her clit and probed the waiting hole; she was rewarded with some feverish thrusts from behind. 

The boyfriend's hands reached around and grabbed her dangling tits, squeezing her nipples. She moaned into her neighbor's pussy and nipped lightly at her clit with her teeth. That caused a squeal from her neighbor and another thrust from behind. Just when she thought she would go, he pulled out and guided her to the floor. He laid her on her back and spread her legs. He guided himself in slowly and started grinding into her. The neighbor came over and sat on her face, and Marsha had no choice but to lick vigorously on the clit and suck the juices into her mouth. The neighbor squealed and lifted herself up slowly and then back down, building a rhythm. Soon, Marsha's tongue was tapping against her neighbor's clit feverishly, and her neighbor was coming in her mouth. The boyfriend also sped up, pounding her like nothing else. She felt the climax coming, her pussy tightened with the waiting and then a gush covered his cock. He pulled out and stroked his cock feverishly, shooting hot cum all over her stomach.

It was more than she had ever dreamt about.



Neighbors



Deanie Muffet was a cock tease, pure and simple. She began her "hobby" sometime after she turned 18 and graduated from high school. At first it was just fun to tease the neighborhood boys with little flights of exhibitionism, flashing her tits and exposing her tight little ass tied up in a thong with the flip of her skirt. The boys got too grabby sometimes and that wasn't the point so she switched to random acts of teasing. She rubbed her nipples in little seductive circles through her thin transparent blouse when she knew the janitor at the public library was looking. She completely unbuttoned her blouse and let her naked breasts pop out like two firm peaches in the back seat of a cab and then asked the driver to drive her to a motel. She gave the shoe salesman a perfect view between her legs to her wet, pink pussy. She went outside to get the mail wearing nothing but an eye-catching flame red shelf-bra, long evening gloves and high heels knowing that the next door neighbor's gardener was trimming the bushes and she waved and blew a little kiss. Cock-teasing was an art to Deanie, a game, a turn-on. Her favorite thing to do was find a real challenge, somebody more difficult to arouse than some horn-dog dude from the Mall or the local sport bar and see how fast she could get him staring and how big the bulge in his pants could get or how long it would take for him to start to look really horny.

She lived down the block from two older men, one a retired fire-fighter and one a retired gym teacher, both widowers who were well into their 60s but still kept pretty fit. The men lived together and shared the expenses. She had just turned 20 and they were new to her neighborhood. She walked past their house every day on her way home from her job at the Mall. Sometimes one or both of the men were outside on their porch swing or working in their front garden or cutting the grass but they always stopped what they were doing to wave or say hi and Deanie knew they followed her with their eyes as she walked past.

She had a hot, tight little body and she knew it. She had perky, high, medium size breasts with larger erect pink nipples set in pretty lighter pink areolas and they strained against her tight-fitting nearly transparent little blouses like they had a mind of their own. Her ass was firm and sweetly rounded and her long shapely legs and perfectly flat abdomen and narrow girlish pelvis completed a package that few men (or women for that matter!) could resist. She especially liked to flirt with these two old guys just to see if she could get their cocks up. She liked to tease them a little...or maybe a lot. They seemed like such nice guys, a little lonely, maybe nostalgic for the old days of hot pussy and good head...probably a long time since either one of them had a good piece of ass. This would be a fun run, she thought. Deanie wore her skirts very short and she liked a tart little style that had a bit of a ruffle to it so she could be sure it would lift up with the motion of her walking and give on-lookers a bit of show from underneath where she either wore a thong separating her ass cheeks, tiny transparent panties or she wore nothing at all to cover her neatly shaved pussy.

"Hi, Mr. Post," she would say and sway her sassy hips as she bent over from the waist and pretended to fix her sandal, revealing the full view of the delicate frills of her cunt lips and daring little ass hole. "Hi, Mr. Long," she said as she licked her lips and cupped her breasts lifting them together in the middle almost like she intended to suck her own nipples. "It feels so hot today. Don't you think so?"

At first the two men seemed a little astonished and at a loss for words but they had come to look forward to her little shows and they seemed to have her work schedule memorized so they were always there in the yard or on the porch when she walked by. She got a kick out of tormenting them and she felt perfectly safe doing it because she thought these old codgers wouldn't have a clue what to do with her hot young body in the first place. She thought, "It doesn't hurt to give them a little thrill and truth be told it makes my cunt juices flow, too." She felt the arousal in her nipples and clit. She sort of wondered what kind of packages these two had under their khakis. 

One day, Mr. Post answered, "It sure is hot, little girl. How about a nice cold glass of lemonade? Why don't you come on in the house and we'll fix you up." 

Feeling particularly turned on today, maybe by the feel of the sweat running down her back and ass crack and into her panties or from her shirt clinging tightly to her breasts in the heat, she surprised even herself and said, "Yeah, sure. That sounds good," as she flounced in through the front gate and stepped up onto the porch.

Mr. Post placed his big hand on the small of her back and gently propelled her in through the screen door and on into the kitchen. He was tall with a slight stoop to his shoulders and he had a few age spots on his thick work-worn hands. He was once probably handsome and he had a calm assuredness that she wasn't used to. She could feel an urgency coursing through his hand and it upped the ante and put her firmly into the game with a rush. This might be fun. 

Mr. Long pulled out a wooden chair and Mr. Post slid his hand down to her ass and squeezed it gently and said, "Here you go. Have a seat." His hand lingered for a second on the bare skin of her firm ass just under the leg opening of her too-small panties and she felt an involuntary spark in her clit. 

Mr. Long set a tray laden with a dripping ice cold glass pitcher of pink lemonade and three glasses on the table. He smiled and looked right into Deanie's eyes until she felt forced to lower them, little vixen or not, and slowly poured a tall glass for her. As he extended it to her his knuckles grazed her left nipple and she felt it ignite. "My name's Jack," he said, "and this is Dick. Deanie, isn't?" 

Her mouth felt dry and her breath became a little more deliberate in her throat. "That's right," she replied and tried her old tricks, licking her tongue over her teeth like a nymphet. 

She was surprised that these two old men could make her feel this horny but maybe it was the taboo aspect of it. Whatever it was she decided right then and there to see where it might lead. She wanted the chance to get some ego strokes by blowing these two old guys away with her charms and talents. "They won't know what hit them," she thought. "It'll be fun or at least funny if nothing else."

Jack poured the other two glasses for himself and Mr. Post and then stripped off his wife-beater showing a tan, lean body but one that had a few silver hairs across the chest which showed the tiniest inclination toward man boobs developing. His nipples were small and hard and she could see he had an erection. Dick followed suit and stripped off his shirt, too, showing a little paunch but still a pretty lean physique that she could tell was once pretty buff. Before she had time to blink or even to look his body over well, he lifted her tight white shirt from the hem at the back and whisked it off over her head. "We know you're hot, baby. We've seen that for some time. Let's get you comfortable. Come sit on my lap. There's a cool breeze from the window here." 

She was naked from the waist up and naked from the waist down except for the flimsiest pair of pink see-through panties and an absurdly tiny white eyelet lace skirt. She might just as well have been totally naked as she left almost nothing to the imagination as usual. When Dick extended his wrinkled hand to her she took it and he pulled her to him and lifted her up on to his lap as though she was doll. She sat facing him and put her feet on the chair rungs at his sides, raising up a little and positioning herself right on his cock bulge and let her breasts dip in toward him so that they grazed his chest. She stuck the tip of her tongue out and moistened her top lip. She could really feel his erection now and she found that she wanted it. 

This was so naughty that it felt truly exciting. He caressed her bottom and lifted her skirt from the back and slipped his finger into her panties searching for her ass hole. When he found it and pressed his finger lightly inside she tensed and gasped and he kissed her hard on the mouth forcing his tongue inside. She thought she looked like such an innocent little girl sitting on the older man's lap and she wanted to learn what his experience had to teach. This is one tease she planned to allow to turn into something more. She found she actually craved a good hard fucking from these two men and she wanted them to pound her pussy and teach her a thing or two.

Jack's eyes were riveted to her and he looked like a kid in a candy store. She had just enough of a seductive slope to the top lines of her perfect breasts to make the cherry colored nipples point upwards from the round deliciousness of her pink areolas. They sat so high and beautiful and firm. He couldn't resist and he reached around Dick and pinched one of her nipples and then with his other hand took the second one, too and he rolled them slowly between his thumbs and forefingers and stepped closer so that his zipper was close to her mouth as she turned her head to look at him.

"Why don't you take my cock out, you hot little cum slut? I know what you really want to drink and Dick and I are going to see that you get your fill." He pinched her nipples hard and she caught her breath even as her cunt flooded with the juice of her heat and her ass hole tightened around Dick's probing finger and she started to grind her hips.

Letting go of her hard, elongated nipples for a second, Jack held the straw in her lemonade to her lips and she sipped her lemonade looking up in to his face and coyly batted her thick eye lashes and prolonged the pucker of her lips. She tipped her shoulders forward so her cleavage deepened. "Yes, let me see that cock of yours, Mr. Long. You know I want to suck cum more than lemonade."

He set the glass down and pinched both nipples hard again, twisting them back and forth between his thumbs and finger tips and then slid his hands from her nipples to cup both her breasts and squeezed them hard and she again sucked in her breath in a gasp. 

"Suck his cock, you little whore," came the voice of Mr. Post and Deanie undulated her hips and thrust her cunt against his crotch and laughed a soft girlish laugh. 

Dick by now was rock hard and wanting to bury his cock in her ass hole but first he wanted to fill her sopping love gash with it and torture her like she had tortured him. He was not going to let the little bitch cum for a while if he could help it. He'd teach her the meaning of the word tease. 

Dick looked a bit older and more severe and stern than Jack. She liked the way he made her feel like a bad girl who needed punishing. Dick unzipped his own pants and freed his stiff member while Deanie unzipped Jack's pants as ordered and took out a long, thick cock that showed thick veins and a large flared red head, swollen and dripping precum from its tiny open hole. As Dick slid her panties aside and moved her onto his thick cock she licked the precum away from Jack's cock and licked her own lips and stared up at him like an angel. She pulled out his balls and though the skin was loose she saw they were ample and she startled a bit to think how much cum they might hold. 

Jack was rock hard and his cock stood straight out. He forced it into her mouth grasping her firmly by the back of her head and grabbed a big handful of her long pale blond hair It filled her throat and he roughly started pumping it into her. She gagged at first but began to suck as hard as she could and deep throated him while licking at the underside of his cock, up and down, and sucking the head hard and rolling her tongue over the tip on the top of the up stroke. 

Grasping her by both hips Dick forced her cunt down on his cock and fast-fucked into her, bucking aggressively like a male dog. Her cunt gushed as it clung to his huge cock. She felt him bottoming out inside her and her g-spot was tingling with extreme pleasure. She conveyed that pleasure to Jack by working the head of his cock furiously with her wild little tongue.

She massaged Jack's balls and suddenly he erupted in her throat and she swallowed a huge load of creamy white cum as he collapsed back against the kitchen table. She turned her full attention to Dick then and really began to enjoy his cock inside of her. Suddenly he lifted her from his hammering cock and set her on her feet. He stood over her and she pushed his pants down below his knees and reached behind him to cradle his ass and took his cock in her mouth to give her second blow-job in five seconds. She pulled his hips toward her to take him deeper into her mouth. Jack recovered from his bliss and separated her ass cheeks with his hands and began to lap at her asshole, darting it in and out. The next thing she knew he had his finger up her ass and was pistoning her deeply with it. Her finger found and entered Dick's ass-hole and she made it her turn to be rough as she thrust it into his chamber. 

She took long deep draws on Dick's pulsing cock and fingered him hard, her nipples rubbing the front of his thighs as her breasts pressed and bounced against him. Jack stopped his work on her throbbing asshole to let his friend cum inside Deanie and just as he did Dick quivered and shot his load, having no stamina after such a long dry spell with no pussy. She swallowed his copious load of white thick hot cum and slurped in every drop. She swallowed a big gulp of it and closed her eyes savoring the warmth and taste. As Dick flopped down in one of the kitchen chairs she stood over him and kissed him deeply and forced some of his own cum back into his mouth where he lapped it in and swallowed it, licking his lips and closing his eyes in bliss. Jack couldn't take it any more and swept her up in a fireman's carry and Deanie found herself headed upstairs, her cunt aching for more cock and glad to see that Jack was hard and ready to go again. Dick stepped out of his pants and naked as the day he was born bounded up the stairs after them.

At the top of the stairs a hallway lead into a large bedroom with a king size bed. Jack threw her onto the quilt and leaned over and pulled off her useless skirt and panties and thrust two long fingers into her hot, dripping cunt, ramming them in and out and making her pussy suck and slap at his fingers. He sucked her cunt juices from his fingers and ran his hands roughly over her belly and tits, lingering to squeeze her nipples so hard they blushed crimson. She was so turned on by this caveman style and she couldn't believe how this seemed to be turning out. These two old guys were hot! They were like sex shamans. 

She got up on her hands and knees and raised her ass up in the air, spreading her legs wide and revealing her cocoa-pink ass hole and the hot rose-colored ruffles of her cunt lips. "Fuck me, Mr. Long. Pound my ass. I wanna suck your dick, Mr. Post. Double team me again. Fuck my ass! Fuck my mouth!"

The men wasted no time answering those commands. With one strong hand like a bear's paw Jack Long scooped her around and slathered her asshole with some lubricant he had taken off the night stand. He plopped her onto his cock as he sat on the edge of the bed. She literally shrieked as he impaled her tight asshole but she immediately began to writhe up and down and moan in pleasure. He rubbed her clit with his finger and her breasts bounced up and down. Her eyes were closed but she suddenly felt the heat of Dick Post's body as he positioned himself in front of her, stabilized her from moving by pressing down on her shoulders, forcing her harder onto Jack's cock and then thrust his hard-on in through her pouty moist lips as Jack backed off on the intensity of his thrusts and resorted to holding his thrust as far up into her ass as he could go, tightly securing her narrow hips with his large hands. She began to suck and lick Dick's rod and squeeze his balls and finger his asshole. That made him thrust so deeply into her that she found herself gagging for the second time that day but she took him deeply into her throat as her cunt gushed and her clit throbbed. She sucked hard craving to swallow his white hot load of cum again. 

She had NO idea this much fantastic sexual ecstasy was waiting right down the block all this time with these too horny old guys. "Well," she thought, "one thing about old men, they usually know what they've been missing and they usually have such hot, over-worked fantasies they can keep a girl going all night. The beauty of TWO old men is that as soon as one cums you've got a spare waiting in the wings." She was getting so close to cumming that she switched from sucking to stroking Dick's cock for a moment and started to ride Jack's cock hard, raising and lifting her asshole along it like she was riding a pogo stick, driving it into her asshole. He had the fire in her clit fanned to white heat and she was ready to pop.

"Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum!" Deanie screamed. Jack immediately pulled her off his cock and Jack pushed her down on the mattress where she fell flat, breathing hard and moaning.

"Not yet, you're not," said Dick. Dick started pawing her young body, running his pale hands up and down, savoring her soft, warm skin, handling her breasts reverently and then sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy and running his hands down the inside of her thighs. He and Jack both laid down next to her on the bed, one on each side and Jack started kissing her deeply, covering her mouth with his and forcing his tongue in side to probe and explore, his hands fondling her breasts and her nipples. She kissed him back and humped his thigh. Dick had plunged a finger into her asshole again and as he fingered her he jerked on his own cock making it stiff and his balls bulged in their loose sack. 

"Oh, please let me cum," Deanie begged. I'm so hot and horny for you two. Somebody tongue my hot pussy! Fuck me!" She acted like she was in uncontrollable animal heat. She was thrashing and writhing her body in between the two old men, undulating her whole body and trying to rub every part of it against their bodies. 

Suddenly Dick flipped her over on her stomach and pinned her down as Jack started spanking her exposed and upturned ass with his broad hand. One, two, three...he slapped her cheeks again and again. Red welts appeared like a hand print. She caught her breath in sharply and struggled not too effectively to get away. The slaps kept coming harder and Jack had a good rhythm going. "You have been a naughty little cock tease, Deanie! Haven't you?" Spank! Spank! "Haven't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Long! Yes!" she answered desperately as she pushed her ass up to meet his hand. Her cunt flared hot pink and poured pussy juice. 

He stopped spanking and softly rubbed her ass. He gently ran his fingers in between her ass cheeks like a caress moistening them. He smoothed her hair and ran the fingers of his other hand against the side of her face in an almost fatherly manner. "Do you want to cum, baby?" he asked her quietly. "Tell me, sweetheart, do you need me to make you cum? Or maybe you want Mr. Post? Tell us exactly what you want, precious." He barely brushed the skin of her breasts along the sides and danced over the impossibly erect nipples softly with his finger tips. "Does baby need to cum?" 

It was almost unbearable. Her clit ached so desperately and felt so swollen and throbbed so deeply. "I want to ride Mr. Post's big, hard cock and I want those big, hard hands on my tits," she panted. "I want to cum all over his cock."

"Cum inside me at the same time that I'm cumming, Mr. Post," she pleaded. 

"Oh, Mr. Long, oh, daddy, lick my pussy out when we're finished and then kiss me and let me taste all three of us!" Deanie was so hot now. She'd never felt this turned on in her life.




Neighbors



"That's just what we're going to do for you, honey," said Jack as Dick laid back and pulled Deanie onto his rod and cupped both of her tits, covering them entirely in his large hands and kneaded them in rhythm with her thrusts, arching his back and forcing his cock up into her so she had a stiff pole to impale herself upon. She rocked back and forth, pulling it deeply from the base and grinding her clit into his pelvis. She was in dreamland but then like some inexplicable nightmare she felt him start to roll to his side just as she was about to release. She lost her balance and fell to the side and he rolled back the other way, away from her.

She couldn't believe it! As she lay there panting and breathing in gasps Dick knelt in front of Jack and took Jack's hard cock into his mouth, all the way up to his balls and started sucking him and squeezing his ass cheeks as Jack pumped forcefully home. She was aghast at first! Her mind reeled, wondering, "What was this?!" 

"We're bi, you naïve little cock tease!" said Jack. "You think we had nothing better to do than drool over your little gash?" Dick released Jack's cock and laid over the edge of the bed and spread his own ass cheeks wide. Jack lubed him up and buried his cock deep in Dick's asshole and in seconds shot his load far up inside. 

Dick moaned in ecstasy as Jack pulled out, breathing hard and said, "Uh, there, little cum slut. Now there's some spooge for you to lick up, Deanie! Go to it, baby doll!"

She was so turned on by this crazy switch-up of events. It was so rough and manly and sexy she couldn't believe it! She got down and greedily started tonguing Dick and drinking up Jack's thick cum as it oozed from Dick's asshole. She had her tongue buried in his ass crack when she felt the pressure of Jack thrusting into her pussy from behind. Her cunt was so wet and she licked that asshole and bucked against that big cock with all her being. As she erupted in the searing waves of the pleasure of her orgasm she heard Jack groan like a beast and felt him pummel her cunt in his own massive cum. She collapsed on the floor and lay on her side in a ball only to feel Dick spread her knees apart and start lapping Jack's cum from her cunt in long smooth strokes. 

When he was done drinking from her Dick kissed her swollen pussy lips gently and gave her clit one last soft little tugging suck. "Good, baby. That's my little girl," he whispered. 

Jack and Dick got up. Dick affectionately squeezed Jack's ass and each of them went into one of their two bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs and left Deanie laying there on the thick soft rug dazed in after-glow. She smiled to herself. When it came to teasing, she realized she was a novice after all. She had just met her teachers and this was going to be a long, enriching course of study. She knew she was a bad little school girl and would have to be kept after school a lot. She had already learned to respect her elders. What next?



Neighbors



He had a revolving door of females, I should know because I was always running into them leaving his apartment. I work the night shift 10pm to 6am every day. By the time I'd get home I'd always see him kissing his flavor of the month (week? day?) goodbye. Usually it would happen that I would crawl out of my car and on to the elevator of our apartment building barely able to stand, my scrubs stuck to my damp skin, my ponytail or French braid somewhat eschew, any cute attempt at makeup I'd made long gone. More times than I appreciate I'd come home pissed off about some verbal altercation that occurred either with a doctor, a patient or their family, or another nurse. Too often I'd come home depressed because of something I'd seen over the course of the night. So by the time I got to my apartment, I would usually be tired, cranky, hungry, crazy looking and there he would be looking refreshed as a summer breeze, on his way to work.

Sometimes I'd bump into him getting off the elevator (he always smelled good, me not so much), other times he would be just leaving his apartment as I was getting out my key to enter mine. His dark hair would look almost black, still damp from his morning shower, his perfectly tailored suit making him look as though he had just stepped off the pages of Esquire Magazine. Most days he was alone; but regularly he was with some female who looked happier than any one should be at 6:30 in the morning. They never really looked the same he didn't seem to have a type: tall, short, slender, curvy, shy librarian type, potential porn star type, all races, nationalities, he was like his own personal UN. But no matter what the woman looked like one thing was consistent: they all had the same deliriously stupid happy look on their face, like they knew that they had just had the best sex of their life. Over time I came to hate that look, it had been far too long since I'd seen it on my own face. On those mornings he would smile apologetically at me, almost as though he was ashamed that while I was saving lives and witnessing them come to an end, he was getting laid. I couldn't really be mad at him though, after all it wasn't his fault that my sex life- while certainly existent- left much to be desired. I would usually give him a half smile in return, too polite to roll my eyes but too tired to be overly reassuring.

"Good morning Rianne." He would say, his eyes sparkling.

"Good night Jay." I'd respond with as much cheer as I could muster (some days more than others) as I headed for the sanctuary of my bed. He'd laughed softly, his eyes following me as I entered into my apartment, not even pausing at the entry way to take off my coat or sweater.

Sometimes we would see each other in the evenings too. Not as frequently, but maybe a couple of times a week. I would be leaving for the hospital at around 9:30pm and he'd be coming home from work. I'd be more spry, my scrubs fresh instead of wrinkled, my jet black hair tidily pulled back in a ponytail or French braid, I'd have on a bit of lip gloss, maybe mascara if I was so inclined. He on the other hand would look slightly worn down from the day (though infuriatingly no less gorgeous), his tie loosened or removed all together, his perfectly tailored suit slightly rumpled, his hair slightly mussed as though he had run his hands through it repeatedly. Usually on those nights he was alone, having only just left work. He definitely worked longer hours than me, I often wondered how he found time to get a diverse array of ass on such a regular basis but I figured it was probably a guy thing. Some men act like if they can't have sex all the time their dicks will shrivel up and die, so they prioritize accordingly. I figured Jay was one of those guys. I would smile sympathetically at him and he would nod back, too tired to smile, too friendly to ignore me.

"Good night Jay." I'd say brightly.

"Good morning Rianne." He'd respond with as much cheer as he could muster (some days more than others) not even pausing in the foyer to turn the light on in his apartment. I'd laugh softly as I headed out, getting my work day officially started.

This was our ritual every morning and some nights during the week. It had been the case since I had moved in six months ago. We'd never really had a more substantial conversation than that other than the day he saw me moving in. He had come over to introduce himself, his name was James but everyone he liked called him Jay. I asked him if that meant I should call him James until he decides whether or not he likes me, he said he thought he already liked me so he'd prefer it if I called him Jay. I took a moment to check him out, he was gorgeous, he towered over my 5'9 frame so I put him at about 6'3, athletic looking, dark hair, green eyes with golden flecks, thick eyelashes (the kind women would kill for but men never appreciated), beautiful smile. I could tell right away he was a heartbreaker yet he still came off as a nice guy, he helped me with a couple of boxes and we briefly exchanged names and superficial details.

He:

• 28 years old

• Financial adviser for UBS

• Graduate from University of Michigan

• Grew up in Winnetka

• Moved back to Chicago in 2003 but wouldn't mind moving to the upper west coast

• Has a female turtle named Aunty Entity, or Ent for short (he appreciated that I got the Thunder Dome reference)

• Single - just came out of a relationship that didn't survive the distance or his fear of commitment, I suggested maybe he should see a therapist, he disagreed figured he must've known deep down she wasn't the one.

Me:

• 26 years old

• Registered nurse at Rush Medical Center- trauma unit

• Graduate from University of Illinois-Chicago

• Grew up outside of Milwaukee

• Have lived in Chicago 8 years no plans to leave but open to any possibilities

• Have a pet cat named Dog - he laughed when I explained that my old building didn't allow dogs so that was my own form of secret rebellion, he thought maybe I was the one that needed therapy I disagreed, I was pretty content with my passive aggressive tendencies

• Taken - A boyfriend named Carter that lives up north in Evanston.

He said it was a shame I had a boyfriend otherwise he'd invite me out for a drink. I said it was probably for the best since given his fear of commitment, one too many drinks could lead to a potentially awkward living situation. He laughed and said I could be right but that he could never resist a girl with big brown eyes like mine so he thought he'd take a shot. I took one look at that amazingly beautiful mouth and ridiculously large, well manicured hands and knew I should run for the hills. This was the only conversation we'd had, after that it was always good night good morning, good morning good night. We never saw each other on the weekends, which I always spent at Carter's.

Carter.

We'd been together almost four years; we were at a point in our relationship where it seemed like we were only together because it was more convenient than being apart. All of our friends were couples and we did things as couples. . .couples bowling, couples dinners, couples vacations. Who wanted to be the single person at the couples poker night? Not me. Plus we genuinely liked each other and frankly, it's hard to breakup with someone when you get along with them so damn well. The last major fight we had was about who would do the dishes after dinner, it went something like this:

"I'll get the dishes."

"No I'll get the dishes."

"But you cooked dinner, so I should do the dishes."

"But it's my house, so I should do the dishes."

"But I'm here so often it's not like I'm a guest."

"Why don't we do the dishes together?"

"Okay, I'll wash you dry."

"Sounds like a plan."

Our sex life was almost as exciting.

One weekend right after I had moved in Carter came over to "christen the new place." We spent a nice lovely weekend cuddling, cooking dinner together, playing scrabble and making sweet, if tentative, love. Now we were in bed, he was doing work for his job while I was catching up on my magazine reading. It was all so pleasant and healthy.

"Did you just hear that?" He said looking up.

"Hear what?" I said looking up from my magazine. He shushed me and we sat silent, listening until the sound came again. 

"Someone's screaming?" I said looking at him wide eyed the sound was coming from my neighbor's apartment.

"You think she's in trouble?" He said. We put our ear to the wall, wondering if I needed to call the police, if there was one thing I had a low tolerance for it was domestic violence. I had seen too many abused women in our trauma unit. We listened intently.

"FUCK YES, STAY RIGHT THERE, KEEP IT RIGHT. . . THERE!"

"YOU LIKE THAT BABY, YOU LIKE THAT SHIT!"

"OH GOD I LOVE THAT SHIT, SPANK THAT PUSSY BABY, SPANK IT, DON'T STOP,

DON'T. . . .UUUUGGGGH, JAY, OH JAY!"

"THAT'S RIGHT BABY CUM FOR ME, AWWW SHIT, DAMN, FUCK." I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock, laughing. Carter had his ear pressed intently into the wall his eyes wide. He looked over at me.

"Is your neighbor usually that noisy?"

"I don't know we're rarely here at the same time." I replied.

"It's kind of rude don't you think? I mean, fuck I'd be embarrassed if my neighbors heard us having sex." I shrugged my shoulders..

"His bedroom is probably right next to mine and since he knows we have different schedules he probably didn't even realize that I was home. Or maybe he doesn't realize that the walls are so thin."

"Well the way she's screaming over there I'd be surprised if the whole floor couldn't hear them."

"Yeah lucky girl." I said under my breath I turned and saw Carter looking at me strangely, I quickly started backpedaling. "I mean she's probably faking it anyways no one really screams that loud except for in pornos." I said, even though if the weird, unattractive animal grunts were any indication she was definitely not faking, you would think one would fake prettier noises. I went back to my magazine but throughout the night we kept hearing her screams and him barking out commands. Carter kept looking at the wall and rolling his eyes.

"I should go over there are tell them to shut the fuck up."

"It's not a big deal, I mean I'm never here at night anyways so I'm sure this won't happen a lot." I said shrugging my shoulders. The truth was though I was fixated on the sounds coming through the wall, his aggressive commands, her screams and moans of passion. I was getting turned on like crazy, which made me instantly feel ashamed. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to subtly rub out the ache and pretend that I wasn't jealous of the realization that I would probably never get it that good in my life. Finally I turned to Carter kissing him softly, he smiled at me, kissing my forehead and returning to his papers. I pulled the paper out of his hands and mounted him, holding his face in my hands as I kissed him hungrily. At first he kissed me back, moaning as he gripped my hips and ground his pelvis against me, then suddenly he pulled back.

"I can't do this." I gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile.

"Oh that's not true, I'm pretty sure you've done this before, I was there remember."

"No I mean I can't focus when I can hear Jenna Jameson and Ron Jeremy grunting like animals next door, sorry honey I'm just not feeling it." I kissed him one more time and smiled wistfully before flopping back over to my side of the bed.

"Yeah you're right, it is kind of gross listening to them next door." I said flippantly. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.

"Babe, you're happy with our sex life aren't you? I mean anyone can fuck, dogs can fuck but what we have. . .is special." He said still looking at me.

"Car you're like my best friend, I love making love to you." I replied automatically. He smiled, nodded and kissed me again before he got out of bed.

"Want something to drink."

"A glass of wine would be lovely."

"White right? Wouldn't want to spill the red on the sheets." I hated white wine.

"White sounds perfect."

Eventually the sounds stopped and we were able to get some sleep. The next morning we went out to get breakfast. In the hallway we saw Jay and the woman who we knew more about than any stranger should possibly know about a person. Carter gave him an angry stare, I was too embarrassed to hard to pull off my own attempt at an angry stare. I was thankful that my dark skin covered up my blush. Jay looked back and forth between the two of us and quickly deduced that we had caught the performance. He at least had the good sense to look a little uncomfortable. Sorry he mouthed to me, I nodded, suppressing the nervous giggle that threatened to break through. After that I spent every weekend at Carter's. 

That is until we broke up three weeks ago. When he broke up with me I felt relief. Not anger, not sadness, but relief. . .and gratefulness. One of us was going to have to get up the guts to put a bullet in this thing. He tried to say that it wasn't me that it was him, always the gentlemen to the end. But deep down I knew I was just as responsible and surely he knew that too. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't wholly responsible. But it was 50/50 which was only fair, that was the way we'd done everything else in our relationship practically. I felt a moment of sadness at the thought that I would probably be spending a lot of weekends alone, since all my other friends were off doing their couples things. I was going to have to get some new hobbies, I decided. The first weekend there was a two day film festival going on at the Music Box, so I went to that. When there was a movie that I didn't like I went out and hung out on the North side just taking in the sights, it was nice, doing something just for me, it was nice having my solitude. The second weekend I decided solitude was overrated and I visited a divorced friend of mine in Minnesota, she's convinced that she's going to die alone, I started thinking maybe I would too, that was sort of depressing. Now, on the third weekend, and I was watching the paint on my wall dry. 

I decided to spend my weekend curled up in bed watching tv. I was on the fourth or eighth hour of a Lifetime Movie marathon. I'd already figured out who was the misfit who turned out to be a psycho (Kelli Martin, it was always Kelli Martin). I sighed and turned off the tv, looking over at the clock, it was 9pm. I refused to be the 20 something loser that went to bed at 9pm on a Friday so I settled for going downstairs to do laundry. Was it really any less looserish, probably not but it made me feel better to think it was. I grabbed my dirty clothes basket and laundry detergent and headed to the lower level.

When I got down there, of course there was no one there, who would really be doing laundry on a Friday night? But it was all the better, I could spread my laundry out and do it in three machines instead of trying to stuff it all into the two machines that management tried to limit us to. I loaded my clothes in the washing machines and started them up. While they were going I went over to our "lending library" which was really just a table full of old discarded books no one wanted any more. I picked through them until I found a trashy novel with a guy who wasn't Fabio on the cover. I looked at the cover "Internal Affair". I sat in a chair and started flipping through it, looking for the good parts. 

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. . .Marco was typing furiously at his computer when he heard a knock on the door.

"What?!" He called out gruffly. His expression softened when Bianca came in, shutting the door behind her. She looked phenomenal. She was wearing a black matte jersey dress that came just above the knee with a deep v neck that showed a hint of cleavage and zip front closure with front shirred detail. She had on black stiletto boots. Her hair was parted in the middle and hung loose and wavy down her back. He felt himself growing aroused just by the sight of her.

"Hey"

"Hey yourself," She walked around the desk next to him and sat on the desk, dangerously close to him. He could smell her scent of gardenias, she smelled so sweet, he wondered if she smelled as sweet all over. She smiled slyly, as though she could read his thoughts.

"What?" He asked innocently. She leaned down and whispered playfully in his ear. 

"I'm waiting for you to tell me the real reason why you wanted me to work so late." He was warm all over and fully aroused at this point.

"You know why. . ." 

She looked down at his arousal. "I know but I want to hear it from you."

"I wanted you to stay because I need to have you near me in every way possible. I love you, I crave you." Her mouth curved into a smile and she kissed him lightly on the mouth. He stood up and stroked her face tenderly and then leaned in kissing her again with full intensity and passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck her breast pressed against him firmly, feasting on his tongue. . .

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I shifted in my seat, starting to feel a bit warmer. I found myself imagining that it was me standing in Jay's office, kissing him passionately while smashed up against his desk. I shut my eyes, seeing Jay's impossibly deep green eyes looking back at me, boring holes into mine, I swear I could just about smell the distinct scent of his cologne wafting under my nose as I leaned back, letting my hand run down the length of my neck, pretending that it was his. I opened my eyes to read more.

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. . .He ran his hands down her hips enjoying the feel of the material of her dress, he pulled up her dress enjoying the feel of her skin more. He kissed and bit her neck gently as she threw her head back and moaned his name softly. He turned her around so her back was to him and ran his hands over the front of her body, pushing himself persistently into her back. He pulled down the zipper of her dress, one hand stroking her stomach the other one rubbing her hips and thighs. She leaned her head back against him closing her eyes. . .

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The sound of the spin cycle switching on brought me momentarily out of my fantasy world. I looked dully at the washing machine before an idea popped into my head. No I couldn't. . .could I? I walked over to the door and peeked out through the glass into the hallway, there was no one in sight. I looked back at the washing machine. I walked over slowly, biting my lip. You can do this. You can do this. The voice inside my head kept saying. I walked over to the washing machine and slowly propped myself up on top. I hadn't pulled a stunt like this since I was 12 and first discovered the joys of masturbation. And certainly had never done it in a situation where there was a chance I could get caught. I spread my legs wider, moving the material of my tiny boxer shorts to the side so I could feel the vibration of the washing machine through the thin cotton of my panties. My leg jerked slightly as I felt the vibration on my clit. I opened the book back up reading more.

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. . .He rubbed his hand across her nipple, pinching lightly through her black lace bra. With his other hand he moved back the material of her black lace thong and began to play with her clit. She reached back and put her hands behind his head, playing in his hair and moaning louder, rotating her hips back a forth against him he bit his lip enjoying the friction and feel of her. He inserted two fingers inside of her, pumping in and out slowly as she continued grinding against him. She widened her legs so she could better experience the sensation of his long fingers working in and out of her. He pulled out his fingers and turned her around and sat her on the desk pushing all of his paperwork off to the side. She laid back on the desk and he kissed her stomach, pulling her legs open to resume fingering her rhythmically, looking down at her beautiful face, just wanting to watch her with her eyes closed in ecstasy. He leaned forward and kissed her chin and her neck as she threw her head back crying out Oh Marco, Marco. . .




Neighbors



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"Jay, Jay," I groaned as I rocked my hips back and forth biting my lip, discarding the book and replacing the words with my own intense fantasy. I threw my head back, my eyes shut as I imagined my neighbor kissing my chin and neck. Then I leaned forward, increasing the friction of the washing machine under my clit. Fuck it felt so good, I could feel the tingling in my stomach stretching down to my dripping wet pussy as I felt the onslaught of my orgasm approaching. I cried out but clamped one hand over my mouth to smother the sound as I writhed up and down on the machine. My pussy contracted and the hand that wasn't covering my mouth balled into a fist as I rode the washing machine wishing like hell it was Jay's tongue instead of an inanimate object.  

All the sudden I heard a noise in the hallway. My eyes flew open and I scrambled from on top the washing machine straightening out my shorts. Damn, son of a bitch, I didn't even get to cum. I looked at the door but it never opened. I walked on slightly shaky legs over to the door and looked through the glass but the hallway was completely. Must've been my imagination. I laughed to myself, I was such a wuss. I sighed as the machine switched off, not that I would've finished anyways, I was too freaked out now. I gathered up my wet clothes from the machines and switched them to the dryers. About 25 minutes later the door opened. I did a double take as the object of my affection came through the door, his own laundry basket in tow. He smiled at me.

"Hi Rianne." I could feel my skin grow hot, embarrassed at the idea that if he had decided to come down a little earlier he would've seen me jerking off while saying his name. I sent a brief prayer up to heaven that didn't happen, then I thought that was probably not the type of thing to be thanking God about. 

"Hey Jay." I said, discreetly (or at least I think discreetly) pulling down the bottom of my shorts, suddenly feeling like they were way too short. I hoped he couldn't smell my arousal. Not wanting to engage in any further interaction due to the fact that I was still nervous and embarrassed from having almost gotten caught by him I buried my head into my book.

"What are you reading?" I heard him ask. I looked up at him and back down at the book.

"Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" I said, grateful I had traded in the romance novel I had earlier. I returned to pretending to read it, even flipping the page for good show.

"Must be some book." He said.

"Wh -- Why would you say that?"

"Well because you're biting your lip and staring at it like you wouldn't look up if your life depended on it." I looked up at him, careful to keep my face composed. For the briefest of seconds I saw a flash of something in his eyes, almost like he was laughing at me or something but I brushed it off. 

"It is actually. . .really interesting."

"Well maybe you'll let me borrow it when you're done, since it looks so good." I had a moment where I flashed back to being 13 when everything seemed to be dripping with innuendo and the word "it" automatically had a sexual connotation. I quickly decided it was just my imagination and stood up tossing him the book.

"Be my guest, won't have time to finish it anyways." I said as I gathered my clothes out of the drying, tossing them unfolded and partially wet into my laundry bag, there was no way in hell I was staying down there. I looked up and saw he looking at me again smiling- no actually smirking, he was definitely smirking. I hated smirkers. "I'll see you later."

"Yep, later. Rianne." For some reason the way that he said my name just then sent a small shiver up my spine. I looked back him with as nonchalant a smile as I could manage.

"Have a good night Jay." I said as I got out of the small confines of the laundry room as quickly as I possibly could.

Now it was Saturday. Instead of being the odd man out at the monthly couples dinner party I was sitting alone in my apartment. Working out seemed like a good thing to do, so I put on my shorts and tee shirt and headed down to our gym facility my Zune blasting Peaches. After hitting the weights and running on the treadmill for an obscene amount of time, I headed back upstairs to my apartment. 

I got on the elevator with my headphones still on, bopping along to my favorite song. Right as the doors were about to close a large hand slid in stopping them from shutting, it opened and a man slipped inside carrying a bag of groceries. He looked up and it was my neighbor Jay. I smiled politely at him as the doors closed while silently cursing the fact that I never saw him when I actually looked nice. I was drenched in sweat, in my sports bra and shorts (my tee shirt gripped in my hand having been turned into a makeshift face towel), my hair was curling up -- I already had needed my hair done before I even went to work out, so I know it looked a mess. And I was still a little out of breath from my vigorous workout and was probably blotchy. Meanwhile he still looked ready to do a photo shoot, this time channeling casual sexy in jeans and tee shirt, I wasn't really used to seeing him not wearing a suit, casual definitely suited him He turned towards me grinning, he was saying something but I couldn't hear him. I debated whether to just motion that I couldn't hear him with my headphones on or if I should actually take the headphones off and make neighborly conversation. I reluctantly decided on the latter.

"Sorry I couldn't hear you." I said after I had turned off my music player.

"I was saying I never see you on the weekends and now I've seen you twice in two days." He said still smiling, a mischievous look in his eyes, I wondered if he was remembering the last weekend I had run into him.

"Yeah well I'm usually at my boyfriend's house." I replied.

"Oh, Carter right?"

"Yep, Carter."

"Did he come over here this weekend instead?"

"Nope." I said.

"Touchy subject?"

"Not touchy, just not much to say about it." I said as the doors opened on our floor. I stepped out first. 

Now despite the fact that I look younger than I am and people tend to try to play me like boo boo the fool, I'm not a naïve person. And I definitely know when I'm being checked out and this was one of those moments. I could feel Jay's eyes on my ass as I walked towards the apartment, I had to admit it was kind of nice being checked out, especially when I felt I was at my sloppy worst. But I wasn't about to let him know that, instead I turned towards him. "See something you like?" I said giving him my best stern nurse look. If I was expecting him to be embarrassed (which honestly I kind of was) then I was to be sorely mistaken.

"You know I do, isn't that why you added that extra hip swivel?" He said unapologetically. I rolled my eyes in response. 

"I'm too exhausted to add a swivel, especially not for your benefit." I said, I knew it was a damn lie but like I said, he didn't need to know that.

"I know your walk, I see it almost every morning and I'm pretty sure I caught an extra swivel." He said frankly. "It's okay to admit it, I liked it." I snorted.

"If this is your game Romeo than I really am curious how you manage to get so many chicks up to your lair because that's pretty lame." He laughed.

"It wasn't game, I don't run game. I don't need to run game." I bent down to untie my keys from my shoe laces. 

"Uh huh." I said unimpressed. I realized that this was the perfect opportunity to flirt with the neighbor that had accidently found his way into more than one of my super secret fantasies -- okay maybe not accidently. But to be honest I wasn't really sure I felt like being bothered. After all reality never lived up to fantasy, and he was probably hotter in my head than in the flesh, I wasn't too keen to kill the dream just yet. Given my schedule I was probably going to spend plenty of nights by myself with my vibrator, I needed to make sure I could still have some good material to draw from. Besides his cocky attitude wasn't really doing a whole lot for me at the moment, there was something to be said for false modesty, it was something I engaged in all the time. I was aware of him still standing behind me, still watching me. I stood and looked at him nodding firmly, it was meant to be a goodbye.

"What are you doing later?" He said obviously not picking up on my dismissal, or perhaps choosing to ignore it. 

"Haven't decided. Probably heating up a TV dinner and watching a movie." I said honestly, I realized that it probably made me sound like a bit of an old maid but I didn't feel like trying to make my life seem more glamorous than it was. . .especially when he knew enough about my habits to know better.

"Alone?" He asked, it was kind of cute how he asked as though he didn't know the answer to that question.

"No, with Dog." I said seriously. He laughed again running his fingers through his hair. 

"Well. . .I woke up this morning with a taste for my mom's seafood risotto, I decided to take a crack at the recipe. Can't promise it'll be as good as my mom's but thus far in my life I've managed not to give anyone food poisoning so that's good right?" Now I was the one laughing.

"That shouldn't be your measure of success."

"I think that's actually a damn good measure of success. If it doesn't taste good but it doesn't make you sick, you could just pretend to eat it, spit it out in the napkin, lie to me and tell me it's the best risotto you've ever eaten. Then chow down the store bought dessert which is a sure thing, no harm no foul. Food poisoning on the other hand is definitely a buzz kill, then I'd have to take you to the hospital, I'll see things coming out of orifices that will definitely ruin the fantasy."

"Wow you have a fantasy about me?" I said teasingly. His eyebrow raised and for a second I could swear I caught a glimpse of his dirty little mind -- or was it my dirty little mind? I subconsciously wrapped my arms across my stomach protectively suddenly aware that my body was on virtually full display. His eyes followed the moment before slowly coming back up, pausing on my chest, before coming back up to my face. I didn't need to look down to know my nipples were hard. I moved my arms from my stomach to my chest, regretting my question.

"Have dinner with me." Was all he said after a moment of silence. 

I told myself I should politely decline, that it was a bad idea to have dinner with a man who had slept with more people in the last month than I had in my entire life. And it was an even worse idea to have dinner with a loose dick man that also happened to be my next door neighbor. Say no, walk away, say no, walk away. My brain chanted.

"Okay." Was all I said in response.

Jay said to come over in a couple of hours. It was a couple of hours later and I was standing in my bathroom giving myself the once over. I didn't feel like fighting nature so instead of straightening my hair like I normally would I left it loose in wild, untamed curls. It was freeing-- not practical- but it was nice for the weekend. I was wearing a denim mini skirt and a tank top layered under a slim fitting long cardigan and my favorite converse low tops. I wondered if I should get more dressed up but for a last minute dinner across the hallway I figured it was sufficient enough. I added my hoop earrings and bangle bracelets just to be sure though. I decided to go really wild and wear a bit of my shimmery bronzer (not enough to look like I was going to high school prom in Jersey, just enough to add a glow to my rich brown skin), my pinkish brown lip gloss, and my expensive mascara -- the one that made me look like I had mile long eyelashes. I put on some of my favorite perfume and surveyed myself one last time before grabbing a bottle of wine and walking across the hall. I paused at the door, my hand poised to knock. I still had one last chance to haul ass back to my apartment before he heard me and make up some excuse for not showing up.

"IS THAT RIANNE?" I turned and saw Mrs. Petrie who lives on the other side of Jay padding up the hallway, clutching her robe closed, her mail in her hand. She was yelling as usual (she was hard of hearing) killing any possible chance of an escape, I was sure he'd be able to hear us.

"HI MRS. PETRIE." I said.

"What was that dear?"

"I SAID HI MRS. PETRIE" I repeated as she handed me her mail to hold while she fished her key out of her bathrobe. She paused to give me the once over.

"MY DON'T YOU LOOK PRETTY TODAY." I hated that, the use of "today," the implication being that it wasn't a usual occurrence. I smiled politely.

"THANKS MRS. PETRIE, HOW ARE EISENHOWER AND REAGAN?" I said referring to her two cats. Actually I hated her stupid cats, evil Siamese bastards had tried to attack Dog on more than one occasion. They stopped after I kicked at one of them when she wasn't looking -- I know that sounds mean but I swear I can see Satan in Reagan's eyes when she looks at me. Besides I didn't actually make contact with her, I'm pretty sure I pissed her off more than anything. Mrs. Petrie smiled sweetly at me.

"THEIR GOOD AND HOW'S THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE CALICO OF YOURS?" She asked, she never called him Dog, she got a bit confused when I tried to explain that I had named my cat Dog but I was perfectly aware that he was in fact a cat and not a dog.

"HE'S GOOD."

"AND WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO THIS EVENING?"

"ACTUALLY I WAS JUST GOING TO-" 

"THAT'S GOOD DEAR. NOW LISTEN I KNOW YOU'RE A NURSE, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU. MY GRANDSON HE'S BEEN TALKING ABOUT HAVING THIS BURNING PAIN FOR A WHILE NOW, THEN A FEW DAYS AGO HE STARTED HAVING THIS RASH. HE HAS BLISTERS ALL OVER HIM AND SOME OF THEM ARE STARTING TO POP AND OOZE. NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT IS?"

"WELL, MA'AM IT COULD BE SHINGLES OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, HE WOULD REALLY NEED TO GO TO AN EMERGENCY ROOM." I said shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"CAN'T I JUST TELL HIM TO COME OVER AND YOU CAN TAKE A LOOK AT HIM?"

"WELL I-" I heard the door open and looked over and saw Jay leaning up against the door frame. 

"Hey I was just coming to get you." Jay said to me, the amusement clear in his voice. I smiled gratefully at him. Mrs. Petrie looked back and forth between the two of us, her eyebrow raised in slight disapproval, he turned towards her. "GOOD EVENING MRS. PETRIE."

"HELLO JAMES." She said her nose turned up slightly.

"I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME SNATCHING RIANNE UP, YOU SEE I ALREADY HAD HER BOOKED FOR A NICE, QUIET DINNER TONIGHT. SHE'S BEEN WORKING SO HARD ALL WEEK, REALLY FOR MONTHS. POOR THING ALWAYS COMES HOME WORN OUT FROM THE NIGHT SHIFT. SHE DESERVES AN EVENING OFF DON'T YOU THINK?" He said it pleasantly but firmly, in a way that left no room for argument. After a moment, she nodded contritely.

"OH OF COURSE DEAR." She said finally, when I handed her the mail she pulled my arm and gestured for me to lean down. "NOW HE SEEMS LIKE AN OKAY YOUNG MAN BUT YOU BE CAREFUL, THE BOY IS A VA-JAY-JAY BANDIT IF I'VE EVER SEEN ONE." It was a good attempt at a whisper, but it was pretty much still yelling. I bit my lip to keep from laughing while Jay had the nerve to look indignant. 

"I'LL BE CAREFUL MRS. PETRIE." I promised her. She put her hand on my cheek.

"GOOD GIRL." She turned towards Jay. "GOOD NIGHT JAMES."

"GOOD NIGHT MRS. PETRIE." He grabbed me gently by the elbow and guided me into his apartment, I was still trying unsuccessfully to keep from bursting out laughing. "Va-jay-jay bandit?" He said to himself shaking his head as he closed the door. By now I was about falling on the floor clutching my stomach as I laughed my ass off, he turned to look at me. "I am NOT a va-jay-jay bandit." He said, pouting slightly. I tried several times to stop laughing failing miserably.

"Of course you're not." I said trying to keep a straight face before dissolving into a pool of uncontrollable laughter once again. He looked at me, clearly not as amused as I was. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm totally not laughing at you just the choice of wording."

"Whatever." He said, taking the bottle of wine out of my hands and heading towards the kitchen. Once I got myself together I looked around his place, seeing it for the first time. His loft was twice the size of my rinky dink studio apartment and he had a premium view of the city his windows stretching around the building giving a panoramic view of downtown Chicago. His hardwood floors, furniture and wood trimmings had been stained a dark chocolate, giving a richer ambiance. Large charcoal gray sofas and white Asian style lamps meshed well with large framed vintage movie posters. It was comfortable and inviting yet one could see the calculating amount of effort that must have gone into assembling it. 

"Do you need any help?" I asked, my stomach growled low, as the amazing scents coming from the kitchen assaulted my senses.

"No I got it. Make yourself at home." He called out from the kitchen. I immediately went over to his music collection. It was kind of my thing, I always liked looking at people's music and book collection, it could tell you so much about a person. I spotted his iphone set up and made a beeline for it, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He would have an iphone, it pretty much fit my impression of him. I looked through his music, I had to give him credit, I had him kind of pegged as a strictly Radiohead/Coldplay type of guy. He had plenty of Radiohead but beyond that it was an extensive and eclectic mix from hip hop to punk rock with some jazz thrown in. 

"Mind if I put something on?" I called out. 

"Go ahead." He said. I chose Common's Like Water for Chocolate. Lyrically it probably wasn't one of the sexier albums I could've chosen but it had been one of my favorite cds in college before I lost it and I was delighted to hear it again. My hips instantly starting to sway as his voice came through the speakers. I closed my eyes for a second, listening to the afrobeat drums in Time Travellin. "Nice choice." Jay said, I jumped slightly. He was standing right behind me, I couldn't help but wonder how long he had been there without my knowledge. I turned to look at him and he was holding two glasses of the Pinot Noir I had brought over. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you." He said.

"Yeah sure you didn't, probably trying to give me a heart attack as revenge for the laughing about the va-jay-jay bandit." I said laughing as I took the glass from him.

"My evil plan, was definitely not to get you over into my 'lair' as you say, and give you a heart attack. No I have much better plans in store for you my dear." He said wiggling his eyebrows like Doctor Evil, I laughed. 

"And what would those plans entail?" I asked.

"I'm going to poison you with my risotto." He replied. I laughed again but sobered up as I became keenly aware of him watching me. It was as though he was cataloguing things about me. It made me feel distinctly uncomfortable. I looked down at my wine glass. "I really like your hair like that, it suits you, you look more relaxed like you're in your own skin." I heard him say.

"Thanks, it's not really practical for work though. Nice music collection." I said switching topics. 

"I like it." Jay said, his voice low still watching me, gauging my reaction to him watching me. Once again the word 'it' seemed to hold a whole additional subtext. I cleared my throat looking away.

"I know you said you were making a seafood risotto so I probably should've brought a white wine but I like red wine so I thought about bringing the white but then I didn't really know how much of a wine connoisseur you are but then again judging from your place your probably are quite the connoisseur so this might be cheap in comparison to what you normally drink anyways. . ." I was obviously rambling at this point he seemed to have no intention of stopping me, just continued to watch my mouth move, a slightly amused look on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking but then again I didn't. Finally I just shut up altogether and waited for him to throw me a life raft.




Neighbors



"Don't worry about the wine, this is very nice." He said taking a sip. "In any event I don't have a preference. That would be too limiting for my taste." He said finally.

"Yeah you don't seem like someone who likes to be limited."

"No, I don't. And what about you, what are your limits?" I suddenly felt self conscious and a little warm as I shrugged off my cardigan. 

"You sure like to crank the heat up in here." I said as I emptied my wine glass of it's contents, I no intention of veering down the path that I know he was trying to take me. He smirked at me as he took the glass.

"Dinner's ready." He said, his visual examination of me suddenly done. His dinner table was set up Japanese style, low with pillows to sit on so that we were sitting on the floor. He directed me to sit down and went and brought out the food, as well as the wine. 

We ate; the conversation was interesting but non offensive. We learned more about each other and our upbringings. We talked about books, movies, dipped into the tawdry world of local politics. The food was amazing, he had clearly downplayed his culinary abilities. He had paired the risotto with a fresh salad which perfectly complimented the main dish. We had drained about one and half bottles of wine and had become increasingly more comfortable with each other. He would brush one of my curls back from my face his finger lazily tracing the outer corner of mouth before leaving my face, my hand would settle for a moment on his knee before casually drifting back to my side of the table. He brought out a dessert. An insanely decadent flourless chocolate cake with strawberries, it was really good. But before I started completely gushing over his abilities he quickly added that he had picked it up from the bakery down the street from his job. 

I was helping him do the dishes. I dried the last dish nervously knowing that we were coming to the point in the date where I needed to make a decision. What did I want? Did I have expectations that these could lead to a relationship, or did I just want to hit it and quit it? Did I want to hit it at all? Actually, forget about that last question. He leaned forward and softly kissed me, I could taste the lingering flavor of the chocolate and strawberries on his tongue. I felt myself stiffen up, thinking about all the women that had been here before me. I wondered if I would just be another statistic, a notch on his bedpost. I wondered how I would stack up to the other women, maybe I wouldn't be aggressive enough, or acrobatic enough for his taste. 

"You okay?" He said, his voice cutting into my thought process. I bit my lip looking at him.

"I'm okay."

"There was a silent 'but' in there." I looked down at my feet; I had discarded my shoes a while ago. It seemed like a good idea at the time but now it seemed being barefoot was a hindrance to any hopes of a smooth escape.

"It's just that I don't this kind of thing normally."

"Do what normally?"

"One night stands." He paused and stepped back for a second looking at me wearily.

"Is that what this is?"

"I don't know, isn't it?"

"Honestly I hadn't put that much thought into it, I thought we were just seeing what happened."

"And that's fine, I don't want to have a long conversation about whatever this is between us anyway."

"Good, then why are you so tense."

"It's just that. . .I don't know." I struggled to find the right words. "I don't have a lot of tools in my arsenal." I said finally, those were definitely NOT the words I was looking for. I didn't feel any better when he burst out laughing. He sobered up quickly, his hand grabbing my elbow lightly.

"Rianne. . .is that what you're worried about, that I'm going to be comparing you to the people I've been with?"

"Well. . .yeah." I tried to make it sound less insecure in my head, but that was pretty much the gist of it.

"Trust me you have nothing to worry about." He said. He ran his fingers leisurely up the sides of my rib cage. He kissed me on my neck, his hands running through my hair. "I'm not thinking about those other women when I'm with you." I leaned against him, as his hands ran down my arms and all over my body, slowly, leisurely. "Every since the first time I saw you all I could think about was this moment, right now, the only person on my mind is you Rianne, only you." He whispered, as he kissed the side of my face, my neck again, my collar bone.

"What if I'm not freaky enough for you?" He laughed softly, his face buried in the hair at the nape of my neck.

"After the way you mounted that washing machine last night I'd say it won't be a problem." I froze and pulled back staring at him in shock. 

"Oh my god you were there." I felt my skin get hot with embarrassment. I felt like I was gonna be sick, I shut my eyes backing away.

"Rianne." He said my name softly, like a patient school teacher talking to a hysterical child.

"I have to go." I said.

"Don't do that. Don't clam up on me now." He crossed over to me in two steps. I shook my head, not wanting him to touch me.

"I can't believe you saw me, I feel like such an idiot."

"Why?" He said looking at me like I was out of my mind. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are do you?" His fingers gently caressed my lower back through my tank top as he pulled me closer to him. "When I saw you through that glass, on that washing machine, I swear it was the sexiest shit I had ever seen in my life." He put his finger under my chin, raising it and forcing me to meet his eyes. "I was rock hard watching you, it's been all I could think about since last night." 

"Really?" I asked timidly.

"Fuck yeah." He whispered as his lips came back up to mine at first lightly, then he deepened it, kissing me possessively. I let out a sigh, my eyes tightly pressed shut my feelings of embarrassment melting away. My arms were wrapped firmly around his neck, as his hands cupped my ass lifting me up effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my skirt pushed up high on my hips. I could feel his dick pressing up against the material of panties and I rotated my hips loving how the friction against my clit. His mouth moved from mine to my chin and then cheek as he trailed light kisses up to my earlobe.

"Rianne." He whispered hotly in my ear. "I wanna fuck you so bad. Are you gonna let me fuck you baby?" I nodded, wrapping myself tightly around his body. "Say it Rianne, I need to hear you say it."

"Fuck me Jay" I said looking into his eyes, knowing the lust that I saw there mirrored my own. His mouth pressed over mine as he carried me back towards his bedroom. He kissed my neck gently, as he set me on my feet in front of the bed. He quickly pulled a condom out of the dressing drawer next to the bed before he sat down on the edge and brought me around so that I was standing between his legs looked down at him.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He said, his finger reaching up, tracing my nose and across my lips, he moved down to my stomach and lifted up my tank top, laying light butterfly kisses up my stomach and as he removed it, he made quick work of my bra as well tossing it on the floor. He grabbed the back of my neck and brought my mouth down to connect with his again as he kissed me lightly, sweetly. He was so gentle in that moment. He looked at me as though I was the only thing that mattered in the world and at that moment I felt like I was. His deft fingers unbuttoned my jean skirt and he pulled it down to my ankles, again taking his time to leave a light trail of kisses on my body as he discarded my skirt to the side. I was standing there completely naked except for thin white cotton panties his eyes level with my breasts. He looked up and his eyes locked on mine as he lightly massaged my inner thighs. I felt like a shy little girl all the sudden.

"You planning on keeping your clothes on the entire time?" I said, I didn't know how I felt about being so exposed to him while he still had on everything.

"No." He whispered, but he made no attempt to take off his clothes, instead looping his fingers on both sides of my underwear pulling them down unhurriedly, his fingertips grazing my skin. "Your skin is so soft baby, even softer than I imagined it would be." His fingers rubbed the cotton panties softly before sniffing them. My mouth dropped open, he smiled at me wickedly. "That pussy smells so fucking good Rianne, I can't wait to taste it." He licked his lips as his eyes zeroed in on my pussy, he smiled mischievously looking back up at me. "But first I need you to do something for me, can you do something for me?"

"What do you want me to do Jay?" I said, my voice breathy.

"I want you to get it nice and warm for me baby. Rub that pretty little pussy and show me how you like it." I bit my lip smiling at him. I hadn't done anything like that in front of anyone before. . .at least not having been aware of it at the time. I felt shy and yet turned on beyond belief. I trailed my hand down the length of my body, watching him, watching me. He picked up my leg and propped it up on the bed, further exposing my cunt to his eyes. I could smell my arousal and I was almost mortified at how wet I was but then I looked down at him. Seeing him stare at me like I was some sort of goddess swept away any fears or insecurities I might have had. I moaned as I rubbed my clit, I put one finger in my pussy than added another moving them in and out, my movements increasingly frantic as I hit the perfect spot.

"That's right, Rianne you sexy bitch work that pussy for me." I threw my head back, my eyes closed as I concentrated on the sensation. It felt good but I knew that him watching me was what was taking me to the edge. My hips rotated against my fingers.

"Oh god oh god. . ."

"That's good baby." He gently grabbed my wrist pulling me closer to him and guided me closer to the bed. "Open your mouth." He commanded. I complied with his demand. He took his middle and index fingers slipping them into my open mouth and I closed my my lips around them, sucking his fingers and thoroughly bathing them with all the attention I planned on lavishing on other parts of him later. He pulled his fingers back out, leaning forward and we locked lips as his tongue probed mine. I felt his two thick fingers slip squeeze into my pussy. He pumped them in and out, groaning in pleasure as he bit into my shoulder. "So fucking tight." He muttered, almost to himself.

"You like that? You like that tight pussy baby?" I whispered in his ear, he paused for the briefest of seconds as though he was shocked to hear the words coming out of my mouth. Then he laughed.

"You know I like that tight pussy, I can't wait to fuck the shit out of it." He said. Then he increased the intensity. I bit my lip, gasping as I came up on the tidal wave of a powerful orgasm. Just before I hit my peak, I felt his fingers abruptly stop their motion. My eyes flew open.

"What the hell are you doing?" I choked out. He smiled cruelly as he stared at me while he licked my juices off of his fingers, he made this obscene slurping sound that sent an electric current right through my pussy.

"You didn't think I was going to let you fucking cum without me did you?" He whispered menacingly.

"For a second. . .yeah I kind of did." I managed to say, he laughed.

"I don't fucking think so." He said before sitting up to unbutton his shirt, I tried to help him but my fingers fumbled on some of the buttons, a combination of nervousness and still feeling shaking from the almost orgasm that I had been denied. I kneeled before him, pulling off his pants and gave him what I hoped was my best seductress pout.

"That wasn't very nice Jay." I said. He stared down at my mouth for a moment before his eyes drifted shut as I lightly stroked his cock through his boxers.

"That feels fucking good Rianne."

"Does it baby?"

"It does. Your mouth would feel even better." I gave him a wry smile.

"Why should I suck this cock when you were so rude to me?" I said as I continued stroking his thick dick that pitching a tent in his shorts. I smiled at him as I pulled off his shorts, allowing him to guide my head gently down to his rock hard cock. I paused, just examining it, looking at all the ridges and veins, the smooth mushroom head, his cock was the ideal size, not small not overwhelmingly huge, it was just perfect. It strained towards my lips like it had a mind of it's own, begging for the feel of my warm mouth.

"Come on baby, put those beautiful lips around my dick."

"Patience Jay." I said as I continued gazing at it, I kissed the head lightly, giving little licks. I smoothly rubbed up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned, his whole body crying out in relief from my touch and still pleading for the feel of my mouth. I kissed the insides of his thighs and around his dick, drawing it out for as long as possible. He was too much of a gentleman to force it but I could tell by the look in his eyes that part of him wanted to shove his dick in my mouth. I reveled in pushing him to the limit as much as I could. 

My mouth explored him, the head of his cock hitting the roof of my mouth, as my fingernails lightly ran his shaft, balls and perineum, adding different layers of sensation. But it wasn't enough. 

"I need your mouth all the way on my dick, please baby." Finally after a while I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick one last time before slowly taking him in inch by inch, relaxing my throat. I took him down as far as I could go then came back up equally as slow and then started again, each time taking him further and further down my throat until he was all the way down my throat.

"That's it Rianne, suck that fucking cock baby." I sped up my pace a bit starting to bob up and down on his dick my mouth sucking him like a vacuum. I looked up locking eyes with him as I continued sucking his cock, his hand moved my hair out of my face so he could get a better look. His hips rose up from the bed, fucking my mouth. My tongue continued swirling around his dick, I pulled out and licked the precum from the tip before licked him up and down his stiff shaft, never once breaking eye contact until his head rolled back and his breath got more shallow. "Yes, Rianne, fuck yes" He said, his voice barely above a whisper, one hand in a tight ball, while the other softly cupped the back of my head, stroking my hair tenderly. He started fucking my mouth faster, I could tell he was just on the verge of cumming as his hips jutted up sharply. I pulled up suddenly, depriving him of the warmth of my mouth. He eyes flew open and he looked down at me in shock.

"Oh, you didn't think I was gonna let you fucking cum without me did you?" I said daintily as I laughed. He licked his lips as he gave me a little half smile. 

"Get your ass up here." He said as he picked me up as though I weigh no more than a feather and flipped me around so that I was straddling his chest facing the lower half of his body. I turned to look at him over me shoulders. His dark green eyes were hooded as his hands gripped my hips. "Sit on my face." He said in a low growl. I wiggled backwards, hovering just over his waiting lips, my hands now stroking his shaft. The feel of his breath of my cunt lips shit made me tremble in anticipation. 

I resumed sucking his dick. He kissed my thighs, licking around the soft flesh as I lowered myself onto him. He moved his tongue around my clit in long strokes. He caressed his tongue over my opening before pushing it in as far as it could go. I rotated my hips around, riding his face as I kept sucking the head of his cock. He took my clit into his skillful mouth licking it with the tip of his tongue. I let out a low moan, and the vibration in my throat was like a shot through his dick. His toes curled and he shoved his face into my hot, wet pussy, inhaling my sent and licking me with such abandon that could barely see, my eyes practically crossing over. He pulled back a little, inserting two fingers back in my pussy while his pointed tongue light circled my clit, it felt so good it was ridiculous. 

"I love tasting you, you taste so gotdamn good baby." He said. My head continued bobbing up and down on his dick, my grunts causing a pulsation against his shaft. 

"Oh fuck, keep doing that right there." I said as he maintained a steady rhythm, his sighs of excitement adding an extra sensation. I let out a low moan feeling the wave of my orgasm hit me. I instinctively pulled away from him, feeling that the sensation could be too much but he wasn't letting me get away that easily, firmly forcing my hips back down on to his tongue and keeping me locked in place while he rolled his tongue over my clit and continued fingering me. I lifted my head away from his cock, my eyes closed in concentration as a tingling feeling washed over her body. I screamed out, creaming all over his mouth. He slurped up all of my juices not wasting a single drop. I collapsed on top of him but my hand continued, jerking him off. 

"You naughty little girl I thought I told you that you weren't allowed to cum without me." He said, I could feel his lips curled up in a smile against my pussy. 

"I'm sorry baby." I huffed as I pulled myself up. "Let me make it up to you." I picked up the condom that he had pulled out earlier. I opened the packet and held the tip between my teeth, setting it on the tip of his dick I used my mouth and to put on the condom, taking it all the way to the bottom of his shaft seamlessly. He looked at me curiously. 

"Well the hell did you get that shit from?" I looked at him over my shoulder. 

"HBO." I replied smirking. I angled his cock back and easing it into my still sensitive hole, facing away from him. I began slowly riding up and down on him, my head thrown back. He hissed, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully as he guided me up and down his shaft. I arched my back, bucking in rhythm to his pelvis. He pulled out of me and pulled me around so I was facing him, his beautiful cock filling me up so completely. His pelvis turned slightly as he slammed into me driving me to the brink of insanity. He sat up, keeping me riding up and down on his lap. He opened his mouth taking in one of my ripe, erect nipples. I let out a sigh as he suckled my breast, ravishing it, darting his rolling his tongue around it as my sensitivity increased. He switched breast and took it into his mouth, flicking the nipple gently. I rode him faster, rotating my hips around bouncing up and down trying out my moves from belly dancing class. 

"Shit, fuck yes. Keep doing that baby, keep doing that shit." I increased the rhythm rotating in a clockwise motion than switching it up and moving counterclockwise. The sounds of our pants and cries co mingled created an erotic soundtrack as we both drove towards our combustible orgasm. He lay back, pulling me down with him and shoved his tongue in my mouth as he forced my hips up and down on his dick. I pulled up a little bit and we looked into each others eyes, holding onto each other, as we came to our peak. An electric shock seemed to go through the two of us like lightening. We were drenched in sweat, I screamed so loud it seemed to just about shake the foundation of our apartment building. 

"That was amazing." 

"So fucking good." My leg was still shaking from the powerful orgasm. 

Slowly we came down from our high. I rolled off of him and he quickly discarded the used condom in the trash before pulling me back to him and holding me tightly. It felt nice, almost as though we were a real couple. But I knew when I woke up in the morning he would go back to being my neighbor, I wasn't really looking for a relationship just a fantasy. He was everything I thought he'd be and more. Maybe it would happen again, down the road who knew what would happen. But for now I was content to stay in his arms for the night and be added to list of women who would leave his apartment with that deliriously happy look I had seen on their faces. That was definitely good enough for me.



Neighbors



Not many people would call me a sexy guy - short, middle aged, and a bit overweight. So I was completely (but pleasantly!) surprised by the following experience.

About a month ago I was home alone. My wife was out with the kids doing some shopping. I was at loose ends and feeling a bit horny. And as we all know, there are ways to handle that.

I should tell you that my sex life is mostly with myself. My wife has lost interest in sex, and while she will accommodate me if I ask I usually find it easier and more satisfying to do myself. I have gotten pretty good at masturbation, and have several ways to jerk off depending on the time and privacy I have.

On this day I had plenty of time and nobody home, so I decided to use the full- length mirror in our bedroom. I like to watch myself cum. I got a bottle of hand lotion and then got naked. Standing on a towel in front of the mirror, I spread a good quantity of lotion on my palm and then began to gently rub my penis. When I start, I concentrate on the shaft and avoid the head; that is for later. My cock responded as always and soon stood hard and tall. I watched in the mirror while my lubricated hand slipped up and down its length, listening to the faint friction of my hand. I began using my finger and thumb to gently squeeze the head on each upward stroke, and my strokes got faster and faster. At last, my warm cum spurted from my cock, first arcing and then oozing over my fingers and dripping on to the towel. I closed my eyes and gently squeezed to milk every last drop, my knees shaking a bit from the force of my orgasm.

The next morning as I was leaving the house I met our neighbor. The house next door is a rental, and Jenny had moved in a few months earlier. She had some job which required her to move every year or so. Jenny was attractive without being gorgeous; about my height, straight shoulder length black hair, a nice figure. Her breasts were not large, but were nicely proportioned to her size. We were not good friends, but friendly; we greeted each other when we met and Jenny had come over for lunch one day just after she moved in.

This day Jenny was opening her car as I reached mine, parked just in front of hers. I said "Good morning" as I unlocked the door, expecting a casual "Good morning" in return. Instead, I heard something I didn't quite. I said, "Excuse me?" and Jenny said, "I saw your show yesterday afternoon."

My jaw dropped, and I could almost hear the blood rushing to my face. Our bedroom window was across from hers, and the mirror would be visible to anyone looking from her place to ours. I'd never even considered that Jenny might be looking out. Oh, boy, I thought, I'll be lucky if she doesn't call the police and report me for indecent exposure. I was groping for something to say, some apology or explanation, when she turned to face me and I saw that she was smiling. She took a step toward me and said, "I really enjoyed it. I don't get to see a guy doing that very often. Maybe next time you'll let me join you." And with that, she returned to her car, got in, and drove off, giving a little wave as she passed me. For a moment I just stood there, unable to believe that I had heard correctly. Then I managed to get my car open and drove to work.

All day my mind kept returning to that few moments in the morning. I couldn't get her last line out of my mind. Could she have meant it? No way, I decided. She was having some kind of fun with me.

I hadn't forgotten it that evening, and in fact had convinced myself that Jenny was disgusted with me. What a jerk, she must be thinking - won't even screw his wife, just whacks off where anybody can see. She'd probably move away so that she wouldn't have to risk seeing any more such sights. So imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang shortly after dinner and it turned out to be Jenny!

My wife answered. I was standing nearby and heard Jenny say "Hi. I have a small problem. Could you loan me your husband for an hour or so? I need help moving some heavy boxes in the basement."

My wife said "Sure. Just return him in good working order." Then she turned to me and said, "Honey, your manly muscles are needed. Be a dear and help the poor girl out. Be careful of your back." Standing behind her, Jenny caught my eye and sent me a wink. I stayed outwardly calm as I stepped to the door, but inside was I in a daze. Could this really be happening? As we left, Jenny spoke once more to my wife. "Thanks. I'll try not to keep him all night." I nearly choked.

We walked over to Jenny's house. When we were inside she walked to a door that I knew lead to the basement, and my galloping heart fell. It's really just to move some damn boxes, I thought. Jenny opened the door and reached in to turn on the basement light. Then she closed the door, turned to me, and said "Just in case anyone looks over and wonders why we're working in the dark." She smiled again, this time with a new sexy twinkle in her eyes, took my hand, and led me down the hall to her bedroom.

It was a pleasant room with a double bed and two comfortable reclining chairs. Curtains were drawn over the two windows, and the room was warmly lit by floor lamps next to each chair. Jenny led me into the room and to one of the chairs. She turned toward the other and I started to follow her. She placed her hand on my chest, indicating that she wanted me to stay where I was. Her fingers lingered a bit on my chest, then trailed lightly down my body as she moved again toward the other chair. She turned to me, and said "This morning I told you that I liked your show. I meant that. I enjoy masturbating and I like to watch other people who enjoy it. I could see that you do because you don't just jerk off. You take your time, you watch yourself. I want to watch you now, and I want you to watch me." And with that, and keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

Her words had stunned me. It sounds odd, but the thought of watching her masturbate was more exciting than that of regular sex. And she wanted to watch me! This was more intimate than intercourse. Our eyes remained locked and I began to unbutton my shirt.

Jenny unhurriedly worked each button free until her blouse hung open. She slipped it off and let it fall to the floor. Next she slowly undid the button at the top of her slacks, and gently slid the zipper down. The sight of her panties peeping through was incredibly arousing - not that I needed much arousal. She worked her slacks down her legs at a leisurely pace, finally stepping out of them and kicking them gently away. She stood before me in cream colored bra and panties.

I had slipped my shirt off and unsnapped my jeans. I slowly slipped them off my legs and pushed them aside. I stood before Jenny in my boxers. The bulge in the front showed the effect her measured strip tease. Jenny looked down and her smile widened. Then she reached back for her bra clasp.

She undid the hooks and let the straps of her bra slide down her arms. The cups fell away from her breasts and the bra dropped to the floor. Then she let her hands slip down her sides to the top of her panties. She slid a thumb in on each side and began working them slowly down her legs. She stooped to slide them past her knees, slipped them off, and stood again, giving me a full view of her naked body.

I had watched this in lusty fascination, unconsciously stroking my penis through the cloth of my boxers. Now I slid them off, letting my erection out of its confinement. I stood and let Jenny gaze her fill as I hungrily stared at her.

Her breasts were smallish, perfectly suited to her. Her nipples were luscious little buds, just starting to get hard. Her bush was a dark triangle between her legs, shapely and not too much hair. I watched as she cupped a breast with each hand, gently tweaking her nipples between thumb and forefinger. After a few moments of this she let her hands glide down her sides to her thighs and rubbed in a slow circles which just missed meeting in that lovely dark mound. Then she sat in her chair, leaned back, and slowly opened her legs.

I followed her example and reclined in my chair. Jenny was gazing raptly at my fully erect penis, and I wrapped my right hand around it. I slowly began to slip my hand up and down my shaft, taking maybe 5 seconds for each stroke. I was harder that I could remember ever being before, and the head of my penis darkened as I stroked. Jenny watched my hand stroking my penis, and her breathing speeded up a little.

As her legs spread I caught my first glimpse of the pink slit within her bush. Her hand slid down over this tantalizing site and she opened her legs even more. Then she began massaging with her palm, working it against her clit.

"Most guys think that a woman always puts something inside her when she masturbates" she said. Her voice was low and had a husky tone I hadn't heard before we started. "Sometimes we do" she added, and with a little sigh slid a finger inside herself, keeping her palm pressed firmly against her clit at the same time. "But mostly we like to rub and play with our clits. You have to go easy. If you're too rough it hurts." She withdrew her finger and used it to gently stroke her clit. Her other hand returned to her breast and again tweaked the nipple, harder this time, almost a pinch. A little shaky sigh slipped between her slightly parted lips.

By now I was on fire, and my penis was a throbbing staff. I stroked more quickly, letting my palm slip over the head on each up stroke. Tiny glistening drops of precum emerged from the tip, providing delicious lubrication. I felt like I could jack off all night and at the same time as though I was about to cum like I never had before. I gave myself to the pure pleasure of feeling my orgasm build as I watched Jenny continue to rub and finger herself.

She was arched in the chair, thrusting her mound up against her kneading hand. Her legs were spread wide, knees slightly bent. I could see the gleam as her inner oils spread to moistened her. She was panting now, working her hand harder, thrusting one and then two fingers deep inside herself while the base of her thumb kept up a rapid, grinding massage on her clit. Her eyes were half closed, but she kept them fixed on my swollen penis and swiftly working hand as I reached my orgasm.

I felt like a hot river was gushing from me and I closed my eyes as I gave myself over completely to the indescribable pleasure of cumming. A jet of semen arced from my penis, spattering over my chest and stomach. Once, twice, three times my cum spurted onto my body before it slowed to a trickle. I lay limp in my chair, gently massaging the head of my penis, each touch bringing exquisite, almost painful jolts of sensation.

With my eyes closed I didn't realize that Jenny had risen from her chair. I learned it when I felt her hand trailing over my body, slipping through my still-warm semen and gathering it onto her fingers. I opened my eyes to see her return to her chair, where she once again lay back and opened her legs. Then, with her sparkling eyes fixed on mine, she slowly slipped two cum covered fingers inside herself. She smiled, and said in a voice still shaky from her own orgasm, "Next time, I want you to put it in me."



Neighbors



Jim and Laura had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary with two glasses of wine, a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then the night ended the same as it always did, with TV and Laura going to bed about nine o'clock, which she did most nights. Jim was left with the thought that maybe on a special occasion such as this, he would make love to his wife of these many years with the passion and lust they had held for each other most of their married life. But change of life for Laura had ended any desire for sexual intimacy. She was a wonderful woman, great mother to their two children and three grandchildren and all any man could want in a life partner. 

In his early 60's, Jim still felt the fire burn within him. Sometimes, the thought of never again feeling the warmth and softness of a woman, drove him nearly crazy. 

Occasionally, he would stop at the local Asian massage parlor where an Oriental girl who spoke little or no English, would massage him briefly, rub his ass and the inside of his thighs, brushing against his balls and cock. When it started to get erect and it always did, she would tell him to turn over. Then she would lubricate his cock and jack him off until he shot cum everywhere. If she knew Jim from before, she would slip a condom on his cock and give him a decent blow job, even taking off her clothes and fucking him in several positions until be had a massive orgasm. Afterward, Jim would feel terrible guilt about what he had done but this soon past. He figured this would be the extent of his sex life until he died. He somehow knew there had to be more. 

Cindy and Don were Jim's neighbors directly across the street. Don was a nice enough guy but he was "Mr. Green", as he was jokingly called by all the neighbors. Everything from solar panels on his roof, to his electric and hybrid cars. He was also a typical California liberal, more concerned with the environment, gay rights and any cause which required seeing the world through rose colored glasses. Cindy was a Midwest girl, having met Don when they were students at UCLA. Marrying shortly after they graduated, children came very quickly. A boy and girl who were absolutely darling. Now Cindy was a stay at home mom.

When Jim retired, he spent a lot of time working in his yard, especially with Laura still working. Cindy did all the yard work, that being much too proletariat for Don. Watching Cindy cut her grass, plant flowers or just be outside, was reason enough for Jim to find something to do in his front yard. Often times, Jim and Cindy would chat, as neighbors do. Jim always tried not to stare but was sure she noticed him looking at her body. She was tall, probably about 5-10, long perfectly shaped legs that went directly to a magnificent ass. She always wore tight fitting shorts, which only accentuated her body. Her breasts were not large but wonderfully full, round and all natural. Her auburn hair was long, almost to her waist. Her face was beautiful. Jim was sure she turned heads everywhere she went. Jim fantasized how good she would feel, naked and in his arms.

Don was suddenly pink-slipped at the research company he worked for and needed to find a new job very quickly. When an offer from out of state came, Cindy let everyone know they would be moving soon. Now Jim was losing his fantasy. Don left for his new job and the kids were taken by their grandparents so Cindy could do all the hard work, putting the house up for sale and coordinating the packing for moving day. On one particularly busy day, Jim was cutting his front lawn when Cindy walked across the street.

She said, "Hi Jim. I know you're busy but I was wondering if I could impose upon you. I need to borrow a couple of manila envelopes, if you have any." 

Jim was happy to do anything to keep him near her. 

He said, "Hey, I'll be done in a few minutes. I need a shower, then I'll have to look for them but I think I have several. I'll bring them over, if that's OK?." 

Cindy replied, "Oh, that's great. It will save me having to drive to the store. I am knocking off too and a shower will feel terrific. See you in a few. Thanks again." 

As she walked back to her house, her ass looked unusually great. Jim could feel the erection growing in his pants.

In the shower, Jim felt the heat in his cock and balls. Imagining what Cindy must look like in the shower, golden tan, nipples hardening under the water pressure, made his cock grow. He wondered if her pussy was shaved and clean or neatly trimmed. Maybe a full bush. He grabbed his cock and stroked it several times. It was rock hard and throbbing. It had been so long since he felt the moist, slick muskiness of a real woman's pussy. His heart beat faster.

He threw on a pair of denim shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. He seldom wore underwear. He grabbed the envelopes and looked in the mirror. Not bad for a guy his age. His hair was thin but he kept it cut close to the scalp. He had put on some pounds over the years but still had the remnants of a fine athlete's body. His cock measured a full nine inches and didn't need Viagra or any other help to get and keep a hard-on. 

He went out the door, walked across the street and rang the doorbell at Cindy's front door. In less than ten seconds the door opened and Jim was nearly overcome. Cindy had on white, very short shorts, a black sleeveless top, cut enough in front to show the start of her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard and distinct through the fabric. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had on minimal makeup. 

She said, "Hi. Come on in. Thank you so much for bringing the envelopes. May I get you something to drink?" Jim was surprised she would ask him in. "Thanks, Cindy. Iced tea would be fine. And you are very welcome for the envelopes. Any potential buyers for the house yet?"

Cindy replied, "No not yet. Actually, I need the envelopes to send several legal documents. I think we will get a buyer soon. Please, sit down." 

She led the way to a love seat in the family room. She went to the kitchen for the drink. Her house was in various stages of packing. She returned with Jim's tea, one for herself and several pieces of paper. She sat next to him on the love seat. Jim could smell a faint fragrance. Not perfume, something lighter, like a body wash. It was almost intoxicating to him.

Spreading three documents on the coffee table, Cindy said, "Jim, you have a lot of life experience, could you check these papers and see if they look OK?"

Jim sat forward and scanned the documents. He could see Cindy leaning forward too. As he turned his head to ask her a question, Cindy suddenly brushed his lips with hers. It felt electric. 

She said, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." 

Jim replied, "Don't be sorry. I'm not."

They moved together, kissing gently, savoring the taste of each others mouth. Jim felt the tip of Cindy's tongue touch his lips. He opened his mouth and they fought over who could inhale the most tongue. Jim's head was spinning but he regained control quickly. He tentatively moved his hand to her breast, Cindy guiding him. They felt so soft yet firm. He found her nipple, already hard as a small pebble. He rubbed his finger across, and then gently squeezed between his thumb and forefinger. When he heard her moan, he lifted her top and took in the finest tits he had ever seen. The nipples were perfect. He placed his mouth over her nipple and using a flicking motion of his tongue and small nips with his teeth, induced Cindy into deep groans. He slowly moved his hand to the crotch of her shorts. They were already soaked.

Cindy laid back on the love seat, as Jim pulled off her shorts. My God, he thought, she is more beautiful than I imagined. Her pussy was completely shaved. No, not shaved. She had waxed off all her pubic hair. Her pussy lips were glistening, smelling of that wonderful woman scent.

Without a word, Cindy spread her legs wide. Jim worked her tits a little more, then using the tip of his tongue, slowly worked his way down her magnificent body. He paused at her belly button, pushing his tongue in and out as though he was fucking it with his tongue. Past her stomach, he licked the insides of her thighs. Cindy could not stand anymore, grabbed his head and pushed it onto her pussy. She smelled wonderful. Hot, and sticky with her female juice, Jim lapped greedily at her hole, savoring every drop. He jammed his tongue inside her as far as he could, tongue fucking her until she cried out. He took her clit between his teeth, barely putting pressure on it. Within seconds, Cindy screamed out, her orgasm making her entire body go rigid. Jim sucked up all her woman cum.

Jim stood up, took off his sandals, shorts and t-shirt. His cock was more erect than he could ever remember. Cindy sat up, leaned forward and put one hand under his balls and used the other to slowly stroke his cock. It was now at its full nine inches. 

She smiled, looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes and said,

"I have wanted you from the moment you moved here. Didn't you ever notice how I would check out the bulge in your pants? I knew I was making you hot whenever we chatted." 

Jim was dumbfounded. He had no idea she was purposely setting up this moment. 

Cindy began to lick around the head of his cock and up and down the shaft. She took just the head into her mouth and sucked in and out, like she was trying to milk the cum out of his balls. Then very slowly, she took all nine inches down her throat, gagging just a little. Jim's entire body was getting weak. He had never before had his cock sucked like this. Cindy couldn't seem to get enough. Jim knew he would unload soon if she didn't stop. 

He pushed her head away and said, "I want your pussy." 

Cindy relied, "Oh yes Jim, I want to feel your huge cock inside me too but I won't let you cum right away. You will see why."

Cindy laid back, pulled her legs back and up with her hands. Jim knelt between her tanned legs. The head of his cock was now red and engorged. He touched the head to her wet pussy lips and it felt like fire. He rubbed the head across her clit several times. Cindy again moaned loudly. She cried out, 

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Give me all that beautiful cock. Fuck me hard, all the way up."

Jim inserted his cock into that fantastic pussy, an inch at a time until he hit her bottom. Cindy bucked her hips forward, riding his cock like a steer rider. Jim stroked her hard, together in perfect rhythm. Cindy could somehow sense that Jim was nearing his climax. She pulled his cock out, and turned quickly onto her knees. Jim gazed down at Cindy's perfect little rosebud asshole, already beginning to pucker. 

"Mmmm, that's right, baby, Cindy sighed, "Now it's my asshole's turn to enjoy your great cock. But I won't let you cum. I'm saving that for the end." 

Jim couldn't believe this was happening. This must be a dream.

He loaded Cindy's pussy juice onto his cock and placed his cock head against her shit hole. Cindy pushed her ass back toward him and Jim's cock entered her ass hole much easier that he imagined. He slowly pushed forward until he was totally within her tight, sucking ass. Jim started to pump her in and out, faster and faster. Cindy groaned, somewhere between pain and pleasure, fucking him back. As she screamed out another orgasm, she buried her face in the back of the love seat, her body shaking with sheer pleasure. Jim pulled his cock out or her ass. He felt like his balls would break open. Cindy sat up again, grabbed his cock, slimy from her shit hole and said to him,

"Now this is what I really want." 

Deep throating and stroking his cock at a feverish rate, Jim could hold back no longer.

Jim gasped, "Fuck, Cindy, I am going to cum, now."

She pulled his cock out, opened her mouth, and jacked Jim's cock hard. The geyser of cum he shot into her mouth would have filled a large glass. She started swallowing to keep up with his huge load. Cum dripped onto her chin and some on her tits. When his cock stopped spurting, she used her fingers to get every drop. She smiled and said, 

"God that is the best sex I ever had. Your cock is perfect and your cum is delicious. I wish we weren't moving." Jim replied, 

"I feel the same way, baby. I have lusted after you from day one. I don't know why we waited so long. You are the very best I have ever had."

After they cleaned up and dressed, Jim kissed her at the front door. He said, 

"I'll never forget you." 

Cindy had tears in her eyes as he closed the door behind him.

Two days later Don returned and the following week with the house sold, Jim watched them pull away in the hybrid car for the last time. But now he knew that dreams sometimes come true. 

Jim really didn't notice the new neighbors move in. He was working in the yard, when he heard a voice behind him say, 

"Hi. I'm your new neighbor." 

Jim turned and saw a vision. She was about thirty, blond, tits straining at her tank top and an ass that would not quit. Why did she look so familiar? 

"Hi" he said. "I'm Jim. Welcome to the neighborhood."

She put out her hand and Jim took it in his. Her fingers were long and slender and perfectly manicured. Soft and warm, Jim could feel the heat begin to stir his cock. She said,

"My name is Michelle. Cindy is my sister. She gave me a really good deal on the house. But I have never owned a home. I am totally lost when it comes to landscaping and decorating. Cindy told me if I needed any help, that you are the guy to see."

Jim said, "I would be happy to help you, any way I can."

Time to start working on another fantasy.



Neighbors



[To give credit properly, the song quoted within the story is written by Alison Krauss. It's one of my favorite songs. This story could be put in Romance, Erotic Couplings, or even Loving Wives. There is no cheating, but the wives are loving. As always, your votes and comments are encouraged.]

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We were so lucky. In 1999 we were ready to buy a house. We went looking and found a great three bedroom place near the ocean. Most of the homes in the area had no yard, well almost no yard. The one we found had a back yard big enough for twenty people to be there for a backyard BBQ. We know that because right after we moved in we had a BBQ and invited twenty people.

The house was well built and had both the qualities my wife and I wanted in a house. It had lots of windows for light and a warm feeling when you came inside. The day before the BBQ we went to our neighbors and invited them. The neighbors to the north of us were an older couple who had already raised their kids and were now enjoying their empty nest. They volunteered to bring a salad. The couple to the south of our new home were our age and a lot like us. He was a technician for Xerox and she was an elementary school teacher. My wife was a middle school teacher and I worked for Kodak as a technician. We hit it off immediately. For the next few years we did a million things together. We went on weekenders, vacations, trips to amusement parks, tried fishing, bicycling, boating, and hiking.

I fell for hiking. Our first hike was to a waterfall in the mountains near Los Angeles. By the time we got back I was in love with hiking. My wife, Mary, decided hiking was too dirty, too sweaty and not for her. She went three more times. Bob and Janet went on all four of those hikes with us and on the drive home from the fourth hike Bob said, "I've had enough. I don't care to ever go on another hike."

Mary added, "I agree! It's too much like work."

Janet said, "But I love it! No TV, no radio, and no phone. It's quiet and so peaceful."

"I don't want to go any more and I don't want you hiking alone. Pete, you want to go hiking?" Bob asked.

"It's almost like an all day long meditation for me. A day hiking and I'm refreshed. I want to go, and go often."

Mary said, "Then the two of you go hiking. Bob and I will go to the movies."

It was settled, just that easily. One weekend a month Janet and I would take off and hike all day on Saturday. We would meet at my truck while it was still dark and drive to a trail head. We would be on the trail when the sun came up and back at the truck by dark. We got into a routine. We always had the same things for lunch and even wore the same basic outfits for our hikes.

I wore khaki cargo shorts and a button front cotton shirt. Janet wore wide leg cargo shorts, a jog bra and a light cotton over shirt. We both wore good hiking boots we bought on sale at REI. 

In the Los Angeles winter we were glad to get back in the truck at dark and turn on the heater. As the weather started heating up, in spring, we started talking about staying out overnight and hiking back on Sunday.

Neither of us mentioned the idea to our spouses. Spring became summer and the four of us had dinners, went to concerts, parties and events together often. One Sunday afternoon the four of us were having a restful afternoon together when Mary said, "There is a film festival I'd like to attend."

I asked, "When?"

"Next weekend."

"Saturday or Sunday? Saturday is our hike."

"It's both days, down in San Diego."

"Oh."

Bob said, "This could still work. Mary and I will go to the film festival and you two can go for your hike. Ok?"

"You'll stay down in San Diego together?" Janet asked. When she added the word together it became a whole new conversation.

"We can get two rooms." Mary said.

Janet looked at both of them for a long time, then said, "Why pay for two rooms? You'll only use one anyway."

Bob turned to face Janet so fast I thought he'd hurt himself. "What?" His voice was higher than normal and loud.

Janet said, "I know you've fancied Mary for years. I'm not a hundred percent sure you've had her, but I'm Ok with the two of you being lovers. And, before you ask or accuse, Pete and I haven't even seen each other naked, much less become lovers."

Mary said, "I just said I wanted to go to a film festival."

I said, "And, sit in a dark theatre holding hands with Bob, eating popcorn together without a thought about more?" I held my voice neutral.

"No," She said, "Sometimes we do that and I think about how I wish you were there."

Bob nodded. I said, "What would the harm be if one weekend a month Bob was married to Mary and I was married to Janet?"

"And the rest of the month?" Mary asked.

"The rest of the time you're married to me and Janet's married to Bob. For the one weekend we get to go to movies, film festivals, car shows or whatever together with the spouse that loves that stuff while the other couple goes hiking, camping or whatever... with privileges."

"You don't think you'll get jealous?" Bob asked.

"Why would I? It's one weekend out of four. Let's say let's say we always pick a three day weekend. You still get to be married to Janet twenty-seven days a month and I get three. I get to be married to Mary twenty-seven nights a month to your three. Why would any of us be jealous?"

"What if I'm a better lover than you?" Bob asked.

"Then three nights a month you can be the king of your kingdom and my wife your adoring subject. Look, if you're such a stud then maybe eventually she'll want to leave me for you anyway. At least this way no one is cheating. We won't be hiding or lying. Are you worried that maybe I'm a better lover than you?"

"No! Well, maybe." Bob said. "I think all men worry about that. Maybe that's why men have traditionally been interested in having a virgin bride."

"You can both be sure neither of us is a virgin." Janet said.

We all laughed. Mary went inside and brought our dessert back with her. As she dished it out she asked, "So, shall I go on line and make a reservation in San Diego?"

Bob looked at me. I nodded. He said, "One room, one bed for Friday night and Saturday night."

Janet was sitting close to me and under the table she put her hand on my leg and squeezed. Mary went back inside and Bob followed. Through the window I saw Mary sit at the computer and Bob hovered over her shoulder.

Very softly Janet said, "I've wanted to sleep under the stars with you for a long time."

"I've thought about sharing a sleeping bag with you more than once as well."

"How come you never made a move on me?"

"Lots of reasons. One, if you didn't want it like I did I'd lose a hiking buddy. Two, we're both married and to our best friends. Three, I didn't want to cheat. Four, I didn't want to lie."

"I started thinking you weren't turned on by me."

"I tried to hide the hard on I hike with. I bought bigger pants so it wouldn't show so easily."

"Really?"

"I'm sure hard right now. Your hand touched my leg and I sprang into action."

Janet looked into the house and saw our spouses focused on the screen. Her hand slipped into the leg of my shorts and found evidence that I spoke the truth. "Oh, my. Now the question is can I wait until Friday night to taste this treat?"

"Yes! And I don't want to wait either."

Mary and Bob came back out and announced they had booked their room. Janet and I made an appointment for the Wednesday evening to go shopping for sleeping bags. Our hikes had never included sleeping before. At nine, Bob and Janet went home.

Mary took me inside and after we cleaned up from dinner she guided us to the bedroom. She started undressing and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Sure. I like you undressed."

"That's not the this I was referring to."

"You mean am I sure it's Ok for you to shag Bob? Yes. I won't be jealous. If you'd leave me for his bigger dick or his ability as a lover then you're more shallow than I ever believed. Maybe we can create a four way marriage where all four of us are really happy together. Maybe this is what neighborly is supposed to mean."

"Shall we just go to bed?"

"I want to love you. I want you to squirm under me and dig your fingernails into me as you cum. I love you and love showing you. Would you rather wait and save yourself for Bob?"

She came to me, helped me finish undressing and then dropped to her knees and swallowed my hard cock. One stroke down into her throat and she pulled me out as she said, "Please Sir, may I have it all?"

First, she got my all down her throat. Then she got my all in her pussy. Man above, otherwise known as the missionary prayer of gratitude. Then she got on her knees and I barked from behind her. She was kneeling on the bed as I stood behind the bed pistoning into her holding on to her hips.

She grunted and urged me on until I filled her from behind. She turned around and sucked our juices off my cock. I turned her around again and dove into her wetness and got all our combined juices I could lick or suck from her. In the process she came two more times.

As we lay together in bed falling to sleep she said, "It isn't fair."

"What?"

"I always cum more than you do. Even when we were younger. You'd cum three times in a night and I'd get six!"

"I always feel like it isn't fair. I get to cum inside you and taste you cumming often. It makes me feel so powerful to be able to give you multiple orgasms. It isn't fair. You only get to give me one and I'm done for three or four hours."

"It's all in the perspective."

"Don't tell the kids at school about the perspective."

"Don't worry. At school none of us have sex. We don't think about it, talk about it or pray about it."

At six the alarm went off and the sound of the Righteous Brothers singing, "I Had the Time of My Life" got us up. We had showered together every morning we had lived together except for the mornings when I was already gone hiking. We saved water and had fun. We dressed for work and I noticed Mary wore her full cut panties under her skirt. On days she wasn't going to school she wore thongs or bikini panties. She also wore lacy bras on non-school days. To school she wore industrial grade white bras. I suspected they were made by the Army Corps of Engineers. I wore Khakis and a long sleeved shirt, like every work day.

Monday night we didn't see or hear from Bob and Janet. Tuesday night was the same. I started to get worried that they were about to change the plan. Wednesday morning I was driving to work when my phone rang. I hit the button and I was on speakerphone in my car.

"Are you in your car?" Janet's voice asked.

"No. I'm in my truck."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes. Mary is in her Toyota headed for school."

"I need to ask you a question."

"Ask."

"Do you want me to shave my pussy?" My cock jumped and started to fill.

"My cock just started to harden. I think that means yes!"

"Or, would you like me to bring some shaving stuff and you can shave me?"

"You'd let me do that?"

"Of course. You're my husband. My other husband doesn't want to shave me, just likes the result."

"I didn't know you had a bald puss."

"I usually don't until swimsuit season. It's about that season, so I thought I'd ask."

"Bring the razor. I'll be very careful and you'll be very smooth."

"Does Mary shave?"

"Trims during the summer, but never bald in the years I've known her."

"I'll pack a couple extra new razors for Bob. That is if she likes being eaten as much as I do."

"I can't make a comparison but she likes it."

"I don't want him coming home with hair between his teeth." We both laughed.

I pulled into the parking structure at work and lost the signal for the phone. I sat in the truck for a few minutes so my hard on would subside. Her words echoed in my head, "Do you want me to shave my pussy?" 

Work was uneventful At lunch I spoke to some of the guys who went camping fairly often. They let me know what size and kind of sleeping bags to get. When I got home Janet was waiting for me and we went shopping for sleeping bags. The selection was huge. Hanging from a rack near the ceiling were twenty or more bags of different ratings, different lengths, mummy bags, square bags and more. A healthy young woman about twenty came to help us. I started to verbally fumble trying to tell her what we wanted and Janet interrupted.

"We want something we can zip together with enough room inside for us to mate."

The young woman pulled down two bags, showed us how to zip them together and then she spread them on the floor. She had us get inside, fully clothed, and we found there was plenty of room for us and our intended activities. As we got out she said, "These are the bags my boy friend and I have. We like them, and they are washable."

We looked around and she gave us more hints about things we might want along. We bought a ground cloth and a rain fly. On the way home Janet asked me to stop and park in a market parking lot. I parked near the doors to the market.

She smiled at me and said, "I don't want to go into the market. It was a safe place to park while we kiss." I moved my truck back around the market near the loading dock. She climbed into my lap and kissed me. Nonverbal communications are wonderful when they are as clear and focused as those communications were there in my truck that evening.

I wondered if my communications to Janet were as clear as hers were to me. When she moved away from me and sat back in the shotgun seat she said, "I'm dripping." I made that mean she got my communications. The truck started and I slowly drove home.

Two blocks from home she asked, "Why didn't you touch my breasts?"

"When I hold your breasts I will not stop until we are fully and officially lovers. I want us to have time and room for that. The market parking lot and the cab of this truck are not the place. I want your breasts in my hands and in my mouth. I want all of you naked beside me, on me and under me. Kissing you was wonderful but stopping was torture."

"Wonder what Mary and Bob did while we were gone?"

"We'll know soon." I parked the truck in our driveway.

"How will we know?"

"If they did it Bob's not horney and neither is Mary. If they didn't, all four of us are hot to go!"

"Men! You're so simple. Mary and I are not that easy to read."

"Bull. If Bob walks up to you and puts a finger in you he'll know you are hot and that we didn't. The same is true of Mary."

She smiled and said, "I hope he doesn't put his finger right in me. I'll cum the second he does."

"Scream! I'll know it's all my fault."

"Right!" We got out of the truck. Bob met Janet at the door with a kiss. As I went in our front door Mary was coming forward from the back of the house. She was still in school clothes. She came directly to me and gave me a kiss. It could have started a forest fire. I helped her into the bedroom and told her to stand still.

She stopped and as I kissed her I started undressing her. When I unbelted her skirt it fell to the floor and she was standing there in a purple thong... on a school night. I didn't say anything. The thong wasn't for me. It was for Bob. I wondered if he'd seen it.

I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. Purple lace and plenty of skin. Not her school industrial bra. I smiled again and reached behind her. The hooks were off by one. Mary had never done such a thing on herself. Bob needs more practice.

She helped me out of my clothes and seconds later she impaled herself on my shaft and rode me hard. She wanted the release that hadn't happened next door. We didn't change positions or talk. We rutted. When she finally came she flooded us both and nearly passed out. As my own pressure built I thought I heard a noise from next door. The noise I thought I heard triggered my nuts to shoot a huge load into Mary! I bellowed and held on to her tightly.

We calmed down and Mary said, "It's only Wednesday. Will we still be alive on Friday?"

"Does us all a favor, Ok? Don't kill Bob. Two or three good shags over the weekend should be enough and still have him come home alive."

"You and I have done it every night! So have they."

"Practice my dear, practice. Friday night he's all yours. Does he want you shaved?"

"I don't know."

"Want me to shave you, as a gift to him?"

"Oh my God! You'd love that!"

"Ok. Tomorrow after school I'll shave you, smooth as a baby."

"And then you'll fuck me silly!" 

"Mmmmm, sounds like fun to me."

We pulled the covers up, shut off the lights and went to sleep. In the morning Mary dressed for school. Full cut panties and industrial bra under chaste outer coverings. I smiled. Bob was walking to his car as I drove by. I rolled down a window and shouted, "Good Morning Bob! It's Thursday!"

He smiled and waved.

Just before I got to work my phone rang. It was Janet. "I heard you cum inside Mary last night."

"I hoped you would."

"Bob asked if I was going to shave for you. I told him you wanted to do it for me. God, he was an animal after that!"

"Mary is letting me shave her for Bob tonight."

"Put a hickey next to her pussy. When he sees it he'll go nuts and fuck her silly."

"And you know this because?"

"I shouldn't tell." I stayed quiet.

She finally spoke, "The first time he and I did it he found a hickey from my old relationship right next to my pussy."

"Maybe he'd enjoy giving you one tonight?"

"No! They hurt!"

"Right! I forgot."

I parked and went to work. Three of the computers would be down the next day for IBM to upgrade them. The boss offered two of us a free day off. I took it. At lunch I called Janet.

"My boss just gave me a free day off tomorrow. Could you get off too?"

"I'll ask and call you back in a few minutes."

Sometimes the school had special programs or testing or something. I could hope.

Ten minutes later my phone rang. She said, "I'll be ready to go twenty minutes after Bob leaves for work."

"Pack tonight. We can load the truck tonight. Bob and Mary will load their car for their trip too. Then we can get an early start."

"I'm soaking through my clothes."

"Get one of those Kotex from the ladies room. That should help."

"What will help is to get out on the trail with you!"

"See you this evening." We hung up and went back to work.

At home I washed the truck, loaded my stuff and the sleeping bags in the truck behind the seats. I believed there was still room for Janet's gear.

Mary came home and changed clothes. The floor length skirt was gone and cut off Levis shorts were in place of the skirt. The industrial bra was gone and a flimsy cotton cami took it's place. Her nips were hard and pointed directly at the weekend. She carried her suitcase over next door and Bob put it in the trunk of his car. Janet carried her pack to my truck and it fit nicely behind my seat. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a jog bra. Both were teal.

We were married to the hottest women in the neighborhood. The hottest and the best looking. At seven-thirty a pizza delivery delivered an extra large pizza and we sat down to eat.

"All packed?" Bob asked. 

"Almost." I said, "I need to get a couple things tomorrow but we're pretty ready."

Mary said, "After school I need to stop at a market and get some road snacks. Then I think we're ready."

"Do me a favor Mary," Janet asked, "Don't go braless on the road tomorrow. I want the two of you back Sunday night."

"Do me the same favor. Pete drools whenever you go braless."

Bob said, "I think I want to go to bed early tonight. Need to be well rested, you know." We all smiled at the statement and the message beneath it. All four of us were at the edge of an adventure that we knew was going to change our lives. Each of us believed the changes would be for the better, would increase our loves and our enjoyment of life. There were some fears as well, but we discounted them.




Neighbors



Back inside with Mary she showed me a new CD she had for their road trip. Theme music for famous movies. I'm not the movie buff she is so I didn't recognize every title. I was sure she and Bob not only knew the movies but the music for all the ones on the list. 

Undressing for bed took seconds. She was wearing only the shorts and cami, no underwear. We showered together and played. After we got out I brought shaving gear to the bed and spent a good, careful time shaving her. I gave her the tongue test to make sure I have removed every hair and to make sure I gave her two outrageous orgasms before I gave her to Bob for the weekend.

I was pretty sure Bob was giving Janet his best less than a hundred feet from us. Mary smothered her screams with a pillow. When I entered her she kissed me and told me she loved me. We were gentle as we joined and built slowly to me filling her.

She held on to me and had me stay within her as I returned to my normal size. We kissed and as we drifted to sleep she told me again how loved she felt.

Our Bose alarm didn't know or care that when it turned on it was waking us to a whole new way of life. It just came on. Mary had put in a CD so when it came on it would sing to us. Alison Krauss sang, "When You Say Nothing at All." We kissed and caressed each other awake through the entire song. I knew it was a gift to me. It wasn't from a movie.

Mary dressed for school as she always did. I dressed for work. We ate our breakfasts and kissed good-bye. The kisses were stronger and longer that morning. We both knew we wouldn't see each other again until Sunday evening.

I backed out of the driveway and she backed out seconds later. I turned north and she, south. I went two blocks and into a drive through for a second cup of coffee. Half an hour after I left I was back. As I pulled into the driveway Janet came out of their house in her hiking uniform, Khaki wide-leg shorts, jog bra and cotton over shirt. My hiking clothes were in a paper sack behind my seat. She climbed in and kissed me Good Morning.

Three blocks away she said, "Good Morning, Husband."

I smiled and said, "Good Morning, Wife. What are you thinking?"

"As I was dressing this morning I realized we haven't talked about where we're going for this camping hike! We've always talked it over, poured over the trail books and this time we didn't even talk about it!"

"I thought about that a few days ago, so I planned the trip. If you planned too we can talk right now."

"No. This is your trip. I have plans but they aren't about where as much as what."

She sipped my coffee and shared it with me. She liked her coffee strong and black. Bob and Mary liked both cream and sugar. They would be sharing coffee for the weekend too. It felt good to share. It even felt intimate.

I took the freeway north for a while and then changed freeways to eastbound. Janet asked, "Mountains or dessert?"

"We can do either. I made plans for Joshua Tree or we can go up behind Big Bear Lake into the woods. What's your pleasure?"

"If I hadn't asked, you knew where we were going. Go there. I haven't camped overnight in either place, so either will be fine."

Her hand took up residence on my leg. I put mine on her leg and it was on skin. Warm, smooth skin. "That feels good, Husband."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I meant it felt good to me."

"It feels good to me too, Sweetheart."

"I was thinking..." She paused. I wondered why every woman I'd ever been romantically involved with needed to say they had been thinking. Like men don't know that women are always thinking? I'm convinced women think in their sleep! They wake up before dawn with a whole new list of things to do, say, talk about and decide. 

She said it again, "I was thinking... you and I have been acquaintances, then friends, then hiking friends and even best friends. This morning we became family, spouses, husband and wife and, by tomorrow, we will be lovers."

"I disagree. Not with what you're saying but with a word. All week I've been thinking about how we use the word lovers to mean people who have sex together. I don't know what the better term is but lover's isn't it. I've loved you for almost ten years. It was limited in how it could be expressed, but the desire for full expression has been there for years. I didn't even say it! I want to say it. Janet Barclay, I love you."

"Pete Evans, I love you too." 

For five miles we didn't talk. I didn't move my hand on her leg. I knew if I moved it the move would be towards her shorts and that would make driving difficult. Her hand warmed a spot on my Khakis.

The sun came through the window and warmed us. Ahead Janet saw a shopping mall, a big one. "Pull in, please. There's a few things we still need." I didn't ask what we needed. It didn't matter. As I entered the mall I asked, "Which store shall I park near?"

"Park under that tree over there." She pointed. I parked. I turned off the engine and reached for the door handle. She tightened her grip on my thigh. I stopped.

"We've been married two hours and I've had one kiss! What's wrong with this picture?"

My answer was given orally, but not verbally. She leaned between me and the steering wheel and we kissed again and again. My right hand went around her and rested on her back for a while and then, as if it had a mind of it's own, it moved to her breast. The instant her breast fit itself into my hand she bit my lip and moaned. Long seconds later she released my lip and said, "Since I got in the truck I've wanted your hand there." Her hand covered mine and we kissed a few more times. I lifted my hand and moved it to the skin of her belly. As soon as it touched I moved it up, and under the bottom edge of her jog bra.

"Oh! Yes! Hold me!" She commanded the willing. My kisses moved to her neck and my fingers lightly touched her nipple. I spoke with my lips very, very close to her neck. "God, I hope you love having your breasts held, sucked and kissed! Can we stay right here for a couple hours?"

"You like my chest?"

"I've admired your chest since the day we moved in. You were wearing a yellow halter that day and my wildest fantasy was to kiss the nipples I could see pushing against that halter."

"That halter is in my pack! I'm wearing it tomorrow."

"Right now I want you to get up on your knees and give me your breast to kiss."

"If you suck on my nipple I'm going to cum! I'm going to get us arrested." She shifted and got up on her knees. She protested and she was giving me what I wanted. Just before she uncovered herself I saw movement in my side mirror.

A cop! A black and white police car was closing the distance to us and would have caught us in less than a minute! "Stop! Don't do it. Sit back down, a cop is coming."

Fifteen seconds later he was standing next to our truck. I lowered the window and he said, "Problems?"

"We just parked to have a conversation. We're headed for Joshua Tree and I forgot the map. I know I take the 10 freeway towards Palm Springs but when do we get off?"

He showed me on his map and we thanked him. As he left I started the truck and we got back on the freeway. Ten miles later Janet said, "We need to be careful. I do not want to be arrested."

"He wouldn't have arrested us. We're newlyweds!"

"You willing to take the chance?"

"Probably not. I'm glad we saw him before you uncovered and I wish he'd turned right. I was so close to seeing you for the first time!"

Right after the turn off the freeway onto the desert road to Joshua Tree there was a road that went off to the right. I took it and after a half mile I stopped. We could see a mile in each direction. No cars, no trucks, no people. I leaned over and lifted the job bra and saw her chest for the first time. She put her arms along the top of the seats. I leaned close and my tongue flicked out and barely touched her nipple.

"Stop teasing me! Suck it in! My God!"

I sucked hard. My tongue did it's best to touch everything of Janet's in my mouth. Her hands left the back of the seats and held my face to her breast. She pushed slowly and my face moved back from her chest, pulling her breast with it. To maintain the suction, I had to suck harder.

"Oh Pete! That's so good! Please hold on longer!" She pushed me away harder. Her breast was extended into my mouth, held by the suction. 

"Hold on! I'm going to cum! It hurts sooo good! Ohhh!! Ohhh!!"

Her body shuddered and she screamed! I held on. She pulled my face closer to her chest and I let go. I examined her for damage. "Janet, I didn't want to hurt you!"

"You don't understand! It was what I wanted! That was wonderful! I'm still tingling! Yes, it hurt but the pleasure is stronger than the pain. I know you won't ever hurt me to hurt me. I trust you completely. I was right about you! Pete, I love you completely."

I looked at her bare chest again and saw no damage, only beautiful, perfect breasts and skin. "You are so beautiful! How can I be so blessed?"

"Blessed? Kind of churchy word."

"A blessing is something good that arrives like a gift. Like you being my wife and giving yourself to me."

"I like that idea."

"We better go." I restarted the truck, turned us around and resumed the trip to Joshua Tree. As I entered the road to Joshua Tree I glanced over and her breasts were still uncovered. My hand went to her and held her breast as I drove.

"You didn't do what Mary asked. She asked you not go braless."

"I still have it on."

"Right! I like this fit better anyway."

When we turned toward the ranger station to get our camping permit she covered up. We got the permit and a map. The ranger told us where most of the campers seemed to go and where we would be farther from other people. He also told us that ninety percent of the campers would roll in before nine that night. If we woke up tomorrow without neighbors it would probably stay that way. We got back in the truck and as I drove Janet navigated. 

Joshua Tree is filled with huge rocks and Joshua Trees. It is desert so not much else lives there, as plants. Lizards, coyotes, feral cats and other desert creatures live there. A wind blows near dawn and dusk almost every day. Rain is so rare that when it happens the animals get scared (I was told). We drove for half an hour before we found the isolated spot the ranger had aimed us towards. As hard as it was to find in the light I figured it would be even harder in the dark. The site we picked was surrounded on three sides by piles of boulders. Each was at least six or seven feet in diameter and the piles were three and four boulders high. I parked the truck so it obstructed the open side of our site. A person could walk around either end of the truck and get into our site.

We went to work setting up the camp site. We spread the ground cloth and piled rocks at the corners so the wind wouldn't lift it. We spread the sleeping bags out and were about to test them when I saw something move near the rocks. It was a rabbit. It hopped once and sat still watching us. We froze and watched it.

About a minute passed and suddenly a snake struck and the rabbit was the victim. It hadn't rattled, it struck and held on as the poison ended the rabbit's life. Janet didn't scream or even cry out. She stood stunned and after two minutes the snake dragged the rabbit into the rocks.

She didn't say a word. She dropped to her knees and started rolling the sleeping bags up. I got the communications quite clearly. We were leaving.

It took less than ten minutes and we were headed out of Joshua Tree.

Back on the highway to the freeway Janet asked, "Where are we going?"

"You want to hike in desert or mountains tomorrow?"

"Mountains, but they're hours away."

"We'll sleep down here, inside a hotel, and go hike in the morning."

"Can we be on the second floor?" Her smile told me she was still shaken. I smiled back. Half an hour later we saw the signs for an Indian casino and hotel. We pulled in. We walked in dressed for camping and carrying our packs. The young man at the check in didn't give us a second look. He gave us a room on the third floor with windows facing west. I wanted to get to the room and begin the festivities but we were both hungry. We stopped at one of the restaurants and ate a quick dinner.

Janet picked a Southwestern Salad and I thought it would be quick so I got one too. One would have been enough. They were huge! We shoveled the food in like we had been on safari for four days with no food. When she had had enough she pushed her platter towards the center of the table. I stood and picked up both packs. She held our room key in her hand and led us to the elevator. 

Inside the elevator she squeezed my cock through my shorts and said, "Just making sure the snake didn't get it."

"The snake didn't, but I'm hoping you will."

"So am I." The doors opened and a well dressed couple stepped into the elevator. Janet still had a grip on me. The woman's eyes widened and the man grinned. Janet looked at them and said, "We're newlyweds." 

The man looked at me and said, "Congratulations! You did well."

His wife soured in the face and said, "Just what was that implying?"

"I didn't imply anything. I said just what I meant."

The doors opened on three and we exited. She kept her grip on me all the way down the hall. I was hard. We stopped twice and kissed. At the door she inserted the magnetic key and unlocked the door. Using her foot she held it open half an inch, turned to face me and said, "Don't let go of the packs." I had one in each hand.

Her hands attacked my belt and then the button fly of my pants. She pulled them down and pulled my briefs with them. My erection sprang from hiding and was captured by her mouth. She sucked hard three or four times, then stood back up and lifted my pants when she stood. She backed through the door and I followed. As the door swung closed I heard laughter and clapping from the hallway.

The packs dropped and so did my pants. She backs a few feet away and I couldn't give chase. The old joke from third grade was still true. "Woman with dress up faster than man with pants down." I sat on the floor and got my boots off, then the pants and finally my shirt.

I looked up and the only thing she had taken off was her boots. She smiled and asked, "Are you angry?"

"No. Why would I be angry? Whoever saw us either envies me or you."

"Or maybe both of us. I've wanted to be brave before, but it wasn't ever Ok."

"Bob isn't up for stunts like that?"

"Never! Bob thinks it's the limit when he can see my bumps." She touched her nipples. "He has asked me sometimes to put a band-aid on them so they won't show!"

"Take off the jog bra for me, would you please?"

"You don't want to do it?"

"This time I want to watch. Ok?"

"Sure." She stood and crossed her arms in front of her chest, hooking the lower edge of the fabric. She slowly pulled it up and off. When she looked to see my reaction I was standing in front of her and I kissed her, pressing my body against hers.

I turned us around and I sat on the bed. My hands rested on the bed.

"Janet, I want your other breast. I want it in my mouth. I'll warn you, once it's in I won't let go until you cum. Now, take off everything and please give me what I want."

She unbuckled the shorts and they were gone. No panties, no thong, just Janet. Her hands held my head and she aimed her breast into my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and she pressed as much of her breast inside as she could. I started to suck.

"Oh, you love me! I can feel that inside my pussy! Please suck harder." Her voice was a whisper. My tongue pressed against her nipple and I increased the suction. Her grip on my head tightened. I put my feet between her legs and started working her feet apart.

"Oh! That's so delicious! Do you like having my tit in your mouth, Honey?"

I nodded and increased the suction yet again. She moaned and spread her legs a little more. I felt her start to shake. My right hand moved to her inner thigh just above her knee. She moaned when it touched her.

Every time I moved it closer to her pussy I sucked harder for a few seconds. She was quivering hard and said, "When you touch me I'm going to cum on your hand!"

My hand was six inches or so from the treasure. I moved it all the way, suddenly and sucked as hard as I could. She threw her head back and flooded my hand as her body thrashed around. My free hand helped keep her standing. After a few seconds of her orgasm passed I released her breast and her eyes flew open. 

My mouth sucked in the other breast and my fingers invaded her pussy, deep. She came again, harder and louder. I spun her around and dropped her on the bed. As she landed I landed on her and somehow entered her completely in one stroke.

Either that started a new orgasm or intensified the one she was already having. I let the lust and the pent up desires take me and I pounded away inside her. I didn't last long.

We lay side by side for a while, panting and sweating. Finally Janet sat up and said, "Why did we wait ten years to do this?"

"Will I ever be able to do it again?"

"Oh, I'm counting on that. I can order room service so you can build up your strength."

"A diet Coke and a grilled cheese sandwich please. See if they have pickles."

"You're serious?"

"Bob doesn't get hungry after sex?"

"Bob is asleep five minutes after he cums. Sometimes even sooner."

"I get hungry." 

Janet called room service and ordered two grilled cheese sandwiches and two diet Cokes. We showered and were kissing when the knock came. I pulled on Janet's shorts and headed for the door. She just pulled the covers up over her chest. I signed for the food as the young guy checked Janet out. I closed the door and when I turned back Janet was nude above the waist. I wondered if she waited until the door was closed before she tossed the covers aside.

We fed each other and kissed often. When the food was gone, the Cokes gone too Janet asked, "Can you feel the new energy, yet?"

"We aren't finished with the snack yet."

"Sandwiches and Coke are gone."

"I still want dessert."

"We didn't order any."

"We brought it with us." I pushed her back on the bed and climbed between her legs.

"You're going to have me for dessert?"

"Dessert, a late night snack, breakfast dessert, brunch and snacks during the day."

"I'm pretty lo-cal. Have all you want."

I slowly licked her and probed her as my hands caressed everything I could reach except her breasts. After a few minutes I rolled us over and helped her sit above my face. I sucked a lip in and she grabbed my head. "Jesus, Joseph and Mary! I'm there!" 

Her body shook and she squealed as the orgasm ripped through her. The instant she had any control she jumped off me and fell next to me on the bed.

My arms wrapped her and held her as she calmed. She whispered, "Enough! I need to sleep in your arms." That's exactly what we did.

We had each other for breakfast, gently. We dressed for a day of hiking and left the desert. We found the trail head behind Big Bear Lake and hiked in three miles. We set up camp and spread the sleeping bags out.

"It seems we have changed our focus." Janet said as she sat on the sleeping bags.

"How's that? Aren't we out in the wild, hiking and enjoying nature?" I was nearby leaning on a tree.

She turned and looked at me, smiled and said, "But before my juices didn't run down my legs the whole time we hiked. Before, I looked at the mountains, the trees and listened to the wind and animals. Today I was looking for a soft place to fall."

"Looking for a soft place to fall. One of my favorite songs."

"From the Horse Whisperer. I heard it once from your house and asked Mary who was singing. She showed me the CD case and I bought one. I bought another CD from hearing it at your house."




Neighbors



"Which one?"

"Alison Krauss. She sings a song called, "When you say nothing at all."

"First time I heard that song I was at the beach alone, at night, thinking about things. I bought it the next day."

"Some things about you are so like a man and some other things make me wonder what planet you're from."

"Like what?" I sat next to her.

"I'll bet I can name some of your favorite songs! None are by hard rock bands."

"Ok. Name ten songs. If you get more than half right we count it as you won."

"Ok. Can I use the two already mentioned?"

"Ok. You have two. Four more to win."

"Annie's Song" by John Denver." I nodded, amazed. John had been gone a long time.

"The Eagle and the Hawk" also by John Denver." 

"Who told you?"

"I listen to the music that I can hear from your house."

"You have four, one more to win."

"The Impossible Dream" from Man from La Mancha. It has to be sung by a powerful voice."

"You win. How do you know me so well?"

"You've been just out of reach for ten years. You took Mary to a play on the same day as the Super Bowl, three years in a row. I don't know another man who would volunteer to do that, except you."

"Guilty."

"You never miss a birthday, an anniversary. You have them in your head."

"Bob doesn't?"

"He forgot his own birthday!"

"Mary forgot hers last year and got mad that I remembered. Ok, I concede the point. I'm not very macho."

"Oh, but you are. You don't blab all the time. You are quiet and your emotions aren't always easy to read. Very macho. When you listen, you listen. You're physically strong but don't make a big deal about it. Like most men when you see a problem you look for a solution, but what's different is you don't go into action unless some one asks you to."

"You know turn about is fair."

"Huh?"

"Most of the time you dress right out of the school teachers training manual. In ten years my glances at your bumps have been, at most, twice a year. Your skirts are to the knee or longer. You have a great body, but you don't dress like you want the attention. When you laugh it's total enjoyment. You haven't developed a lady-like laugh. I can't name music you like, but books."

Ok, same contest? Ten guesses with a score of six declared a tie?"

"The DiVinci Code."

"Yes!" She leaned and kissed me. "That's one."

"Lady of the Mysts."

"Yes! How did you know?"

"First Things First." I remembered seeing it in their den four or five different times.

"Oh, you're good."

"Callings". It's a blue book."

"By Greg LaVoie. I've read it four times!"

"Clan of the Cave Bear." By Jean Auel. That's five."

"I'm very impressed." She kissed me again.

"The Red Tent."

"I'd forgotten that one! I loved it! That's six! Quit now and it's a tie."

"I don't know about more. I don't think I know of any other books I've seen you with."

"Ok. Tie! We both have been paying attention." We kissed again and as my hand cupped her breast she asked, "Have you read any of those books?"

"Name one of them."

"The Red Tent."

"Written from the point of view of one of Abraham's wives. A very real feeling of how it could have been to be a woman, married to a prophet."

"First Things First."

"Written by Steven R. Covey, who happens to be a big shot in the Mormon church. It's about time and effort management. Prioritizing life so the important things get done."

"One more: "Outdoor Loving".

"Sorry, haven't read it. I want to practice it."

She pulled her over shirt off and set it aside. I moved behind her and lifted the jog bra up and off, freeing her beautiful breasts. When I moved to be in front of her I asked, "I was pretty rough on you yesterday. Are they sore? Should I leave them alone?"

"That's another thing. You honestly care if they're sore or not. You want to love me for my pleasure, not just your own. They are tender and I want you attention, but softer and slower than yesterday, please."

I lay on my back and asked, "Could you give me a taste?"

Janet bent over me and dropped her nipple between my lips. I grasped her areola gently and held on. A moment later I touched the nipple with the tip of my tongue and made a tiny circle on her nip. My hands went to her sides and felt her warm skin.

When she eventually pulled up and away from my mouth I let her go easily. She shifted and our mouths met. Our tongues danced. My hands caressed her back from belt to shoulders, slowly and gently.

She shifted again and she was fully on top of me, face to face. We were fifteen yards off the trail and I believed we couldn't be seen from the trail. When I heard someone walking I didn't worry or even look around. Janet froze.

The footfall continued off and faded completely. We kissed again. Janet moved again and her hands worked at getting my shorts loosened. It took her longer than it would have taken me, but I enjoyed the process enough to let her enjoy undressing me.

When she set the shorts to the side of us, Janet asked, "Do you like being sucked?"

"We agreed to be honest, right?"

Her hand wrapped around my shaft and she nodded. She was looking at my meat.

"Mary did it once on our honeymoon and I came in her mouth. She hated it! She hasn't been back for seconds."

"Close your eyes and just feel." Her head lowered and I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. She slowly worked all my shaft inside her mouth and then backed off until she was barely touching the tip. Down again, and slowly back up. Her hands held my sack and moved the balls inside with firm gentleness.

Janet pulled back and said, "Open your eyes, Husband. I'm going to suck the cum out of you! I want it in my mouth. I want to swallow it! Watch me suck your cock."

Both hands and her mouth slowly worked on me. The longer she worked the faster she stroked me. My hips began thrusting up at her on their own. She took all of me in her mouth and I felt the back of her throat. My balls tightened and her pace quickened. She knew I was ready and she wanted it.

As the first shot came out of me she sucked harder and hummed. I came and came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. She didn't pull off me, but held me in her mouth as I wilted. Her attentions got all the evidence from my skin.

She pulled off her shorts and helped us get inside the sleeping bags. We were warm, the bags were warm and we held each other and fell asleep. I intended to sleep no more than an hour.

It was almost dark when I woke up. Janet opened her eyes and looked around, then back at me. "Is this Heaven?"

"Close! Hungry?"

"Yes! How will we cook? Can we make a fire?"

"No fire. The sign at the trailhead said, No fires. It's too dry. But, I brought no cook food." I got out of the bag and opened my pack. I had nutrition bars and two quarts of water. Deeper in the pack I had a treat for us, dark chocolate.

We ate and enjoyed being so far from anyone. I remembered the things I'd learned when I was a Boy Scout and I hung the packs up high for the night. I got the chocolate first. We had it for the first dessert. Second dessert was each other.

We snuggled and watched the stars. We saw a couple satellites go over. We kissed and touched often. We didn't talk at all.

I sensed that Janet was fading. I was on my back and she was on her side pressing herself against me. My left arm was her pillow. Her face was four inches from mine. I twisted just enough to kiss her mouth and when the kiss ended I said, "Janet, I love you. Every cell of my being feels it right this second. I am happier now than ever before."

She didn't answer. Her eyes were closed and in seconds we were both asleep.

Sometime in the night I woke up needing to pee. I slowly exited the sleeping bags and found a place to stand a ways away from us and hopefully downwind. When I got back I started back into the bag when Janet said, "It's so easy for men." She got out and found a different spot to go. It was a half moon but shed enough light that I saw her squat and go. I'd never seen a woman go in the woods before.

We settled back together and the next time we woke up the sun was up. We ate two more bars each and drank some water. I made mental notes to improve our menu for our next trip. We got our camp rolled up and stashed before either of us said anything. I was about to ask which direction Janet wanted to go when she stepped onto the trail headed back towards my truck. I shrugged and followed.

We stopped after about fifteen minutes. We each picked a spot and watered the landscape. Back together at the trail Janet kissed me and said, "Do you think Bob and Mary are as happy as we are, right now?"

"I hope so." I kissed her. I asked, "Did you use sunscreen yet this morning?"

"No. I forgot." She peeled off her pack, then her over shirt. I filled my hand with lotion and said, "Take off the bra too."

I loved watching her uncover herself. I spread the lotion all over her from her shorts up. I squirted a bit more in my hand and knelt to do her legs. She quickly unbelted her shorts and they fell down around her boots. She was bare from ankles to the top of her head. I lotioned everything. She pulled her shorts back up and belted them. 

"You're next." She said. I stripped and she lotioned all of me. I pulled my shorts back up and belted them. When I looked for my shirt it was gone. I looked at Janet and her jog bra was gone too. She had her over shirt on but not buttoned and her pack was on. Her breasts were not out in the open but when she moved or a breeze moved her shirt, they would be. I hefted my pack and we set off.

Two hundred yards down the trail she said, "My juices are running down my legs again."

"Stop."

She did. I stepped close and put my hand up inside the wide leg opening. I found her juices as she had said, wet my fingers and drew them back to my mouth.

She watched. I said, "Thank you. You taste better than anything!"

We encountered two groups of people on our walk back. The first were two couples. The men had day packs and the ladies had shorts and bikini tops. We said "Good Morning" and kept moving. We heard them talking as we moved on.

"She wasn't wearing a bra or anything!" One of the men said. One of the women said, "You almost tripped over her." The other man said, "If you bare yourself I'll trip over you!" As they faded away we heard them laughing.

The second group were older teens. Three boys headed off on an adventure. Three boys like that is sometimes dangerous in that they want to out macho each other. They saw how Janet was dressed and each said, "Good Morning." As Janet passed the third boy she asked, "Do you guys have any food with you?"

"Just some granola bars and gorp." He answered.

"Could I have some? We're out of food and still have over a mile to go."

She stood facing all three boys and they stared at the skin she was showing. Half of each breast showed, but not her nipples.

One boy pulled off his pack to get her something and another one said, "Can you pay for the bars?"

She smiled at him and said, "We don't have any money."

"They are the expensive bars." The third boy said.

I said, "She wants a bar. She has no money. What will it take for her to get a bar?"

"We want to see her tits!" The boy smiled and was nervous.

Janet smiled and said , "Let me see the bars."

The boy pulled a bag of gorp out and then three bars. He looked at Janet.

"For the three bars you can all look. For the three bars and the gorp you can all look and one of you can kiss my nipples."

Her hands held the loose edges of the shirt. No breeze was going to ruin her bargaining. The three boys looked at each other and I noticed all three were sporting boners in their shorts.

"Who gets to kiss them?" The tallest asked.

The shortest said, "It's my gorp!"

The tallest asked, "Can we watch Frankie kiss your tits?"

"Sure! Otherwise you'll call him a liar tomorrow."

"Ok. It's a deal. Show us!"

"Give my husband the goodies, first."

They gave me the three bars and the bag of gorp. Janet faced the three and shrugged off her pack, then her shirt. Her beautiful, full breasts excited me and I'd been feasting on them for two days. The boys were speechless. 

Janet held her breasts and lifted their weight for them to see. Then she said, "Which of you gets to kiss me?"

Frankie, the shortest boy raised his hand. I thought, how perfect. The boy raised his hand in answer to a teacher.

She motioned Frankie closer. "Frankie, put your hands in your back pockets. Then lean over and kiss my right nipple. Just one kiss, don't suck it. Just kiss. Then you can do the same to the other nipple."

The instant Frankie's mouth touched Janet's nipple she moaned and Frankie shot his load in his shorts. He back up and two seconds later moved forward and kissed her other nipple. She moaned again and the other two boys lost their loads too.

In the confusion of the next few moments we got Janet's shirt back on, her pack on and we moved down the trail. Fifty yards farther I handed a bar to Janet. She shook her head. "No thanks. I'll wait until we can get some real food." Her eyes sparkled at me. "I wanted an adventure! I've now become a legend in those boys lives."

We laughed and when we got close to the truck Janet put the jog bra on. After I got to kiss her famous breasts.

As we drove home we were quiet most of the time. As we passed the 605 freeway I figured we had a little less than an hour left. Janet said, "What about when we get home?"

I waited until I thought I could speak. "Honesty, right?"

She nodded.

"I want us to get a divorce. Mary can move next door with Bob and you can move with me or however it works out, but I want you!"

"Pull over!"

I did. I pulled off the freeway at the next off ramp. I shut off the truck and she said, "That's what I want too." We kissed and kissed and groped each other for a couple minutes. Sanity returned and we stopped.

I got us back on the freeway and Janet said, "How do I tell Bob?"

"I won't have to say anything to Mary. One look at me and she'll know."

"Will you know with one look at Mary?"

"I think so." 

"Can the four of us still be friends?"

"We'll find that out in a little while."

She moved a little closer and put my hand on her thigh. A minute later she moved it up and inside the wide leg of her shorts. My finger found the wettest places and stroked her slowly the rest of the way home. She hadn't cum as we reached the corner onto our street. I slowed down and sped up the motion of my finger. Janet grabbed my arm and came hard.

"Oh God, I needed that! Bob will know I've just cum!"

I pulled into the driveway and saw a sign in the window of our back door. We got out of the truck and read the sign together.

Dear Pete and Janet,

We didn't go to San Diego. We stayed right here and moved you (Pete) next door. We moved Bob in here. We know you both love each other and we know we love each other. If you're Ok with what we've done, meet us on the patio at seven for dinner. If you're not Ok we still need to eat and talk.

It was signed by both of them.

We went into Janet's house. There were candles and roses in the bedroom. A sign on the stereo said PUSH HERE with an arrow to the start button for the CD player. Janet undressed and I undressed. She pushed the button.

"It's amazing how youcan speak right to my heart. Without saying a wordYou can light up the dark..."

"You say it best, when you say nothing at all."



Neighbors



I had just gotten fully dressed up in my apartment and was sitting on my couch, legs crossed, admiring my handy-work. I had a tan mid-thigh length skirt on and short sleeve, black v-neck top. My legs and bottom were shaved, I was all done up with makeup, and I had on a cute wig with a two pony-tails. Underneath I was wearing a silky pink thong and white lace bra. I had stuffed the bra with two water-filled balloons that gave me a nice 36C chest. I was wearing four-inch black Mary-Jane shoes with my outfit.

I got up and walked around the house for a while, fixing myself a drink, checking myself out in the mirror, and getting turned on. My phone rang and I went and picked it up. It was my neighbor, Michael. He asked how I was doing and we struck up a casual conversation for a minute or two while I continued to walk around the apartment. Michael then shocked me by asking me to look out my side window. I hadn't realized it, but the blinds weren't all the way down on that one and I had been parading around in full view of his side window. He had seen me in my skirt, heels, and breasts.

I waited for him to speak and was surprised when he said he was coming over and that I was to unlock the door. I sat down in the living room and waited. About five minutes later he entered my apartment and then came into the room where I was seated, cross-legged again, on the couch.

He stood in front of me and took in my appearance for a minute. Then he walked up and held out a hand and introduced himself as Michael. I was a bit taken aback before deciding to play along and introduce myself as Karen in the softest voice I could manage. We shook hands and then I offered him a drink, which was accepted. I stood up and walked by him into the kitchen and pull out two beers from the fridge. I opened them and walked back out to the living room and handed Michael his.

He continued the banter and asked when I moved into the neighborhood. I told him I was just visiting my brother who lived here, but was at work for a few more hours. He asked if I had any music and waited until I turned on the stereo. I set the station to soft rock and then went to sit back down on the couch. Before I could get there though, Michael had grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held onto my hand, moving us into a slow dance. The hand I held the beer with I put around his neck and clasped his other hand as tightly as he held mine.

As we moved closer to the table, Michael took a deep swig from his beer and then set the bottle down. I did the same, and then we recommenced dancing. This time, I felt his arm wrap around me, but his free hand was on my ass now, rubbing me through my skirt. I started to get turned on and looked into his eyes. At this, he released my hand and moved that hand down to my other ass cheek. I wrapped that arm around his neck as well and moved with him as we danced and he massaged and squeezed my ass.

A short while later I could feel Michael's lips against my neck, kissing me. I leaned to the side to give him better access, and then tilted to the other side as he moved across my neckline. My heart was racing as I was being fondled and kissed by my tall, muscular, black neighbor. We had been moving around the living room but now found ourselves near the couch. Michael pulled up on my ass, lifting me up off the ground. My skirt, which was already riding up, got lifted to expose my pink thong as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Now, he had both muscular hands on my bare ass and was holding me in the air by it.

Michael turned us around and then sat down so that I was sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him. He then looked up and kissed me full on the mouth, sticking his tongue deeply into my mouth and kissing me roughly. I was completely at this man's mercy and we both knew it. He pulled away long enough to tell me to undo his jeans and pull out his cock. I obeyed and shortly thereafter was holding nine inches of black cock in both hands. I was stroking it without him telling me to, looking down to see my fake-finger-nailed hands wrapped around his shaft. Michael pulled out a condom, tore it open and slid it over his cock. He reached around me and shifted my thong, then ordered me onto his cock. I lined my hole up with his cock and slowly slid my way down until I felt his head inside me. It took a long time to relax and get him completely buried, but eventually I was mounted.

Once there, Michael commanded me to fuck him while he sat back. I put both hands on his chest and rose up off his cock and then back down until I was stuffed again. I had shifted my legs before he leaned back so I was straddling him and this made it easier to rise and then back down. I continued to fuck Michael as he stared at me. His cock felt so good inside me and I could feel my asshole being stretched to unthinkable lengths. Time seemed to stop as I bounced up and down on that cock. I could hear myself grunting whenever I had all of him inside me and he would smile when he saw me enjoying that feeling.

I continued to fuck Michael for a while longer until he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist. He turned us so that my back was on the couch now and he was on top of me. My legs were spread now and my panty-covered, bulging cock was visible between us. My pink panties were soaked with pre-cum, my skirt was around my waist, and a nine inch cock was visible sticking out of me.

Michael then grabbed my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward, lifting my ass up into him, bending me in half, and buried his cock deep inside me. I could feel his balls slap against my ass from this position, and then again shortly after he pulled out. He picked up the pace and really began pounding down into me as I began to moan out loud. I could hear myself saying yes and then felt my hands on his ass, pulling him down into me.

Michael fucked me like this for some time until I heard him grunt and began to shake. He had cum into the condom while he was buried inside me and was laying there draining himself. Then he pulled out and backed away, leaving me lying on my couch, panties pulled to the side, and sweating. He told me to wait just like that and there would be a surprise for me shortly.

Michael went into the bathroom and I heard to toilet flush, then he walked out of the apartment. I continued lying like he said to until I heard the door open about ten minutes later. I could hear a few voices and began to get alarmed. A moment later, three more big black men turned the corner and viewed me lying with legs spread and pink panties showing. They wasted no time and came over to the couch.

The first of the black men came and sat at the end of the couch where my head was. He told me to shift so that my head was in his lap, undo his pants, and start to suck. I did as commanded and had the head of another large black cock in my mouth. This was the first time I had a real cock in my mouth and began by working his soft head in and out of my mouth. He got hard in no time and 

I took as much of him in as I could before bobbing back off of him. I was lying on my side while I was sucking him, with my back to him when I felt my top leg being lifted up and put back on a shoulder. A moment later, I felt another large cock inside my now distended ass. Michael had loosened me up nicely and the guy inside me had no trouble burying himself to the hilt. I moaned around the cock in my mouth when I felt his balls slap my ass. I continued bobbing my head while I got fucked hard. Michael was quite steady, but the guy fucking me currently had something against white girls as he slammed into me on every thrust. My ass was getting sore as he fucked me good. 

I had gotten my form down on the guy in my mouth and I could feel him starting to tense up. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head as he came inside my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow his load and gulped down as much as I could before some leaked out onto my cheek. I continued to lick his head while he held me onto his cock. All the while, I took a pounding from the guy in my ass.

Once I had cleaned the cock in my mouth completely, I was turned so that I was on my stomach. Then the guy in my ass pulled me back so I was in doggy-style position. I went to put my hands down in front of me but he grabbed my arms and pulled them back, twisting so that one was on top of the other at the small of my back. He held them there while he fucked me and I could feel my ass cheeks rolling on every inward thrust. I continued to get a good fucking until I heard the guy behind me moan and then felt hot cum enter my ass. He hadn't worn a condom and filled me up with a huge load of sticky cum. He completely emptied himself then pulled out and went into the bathroom to clean himself off.

I remember there being a third guy that came in and turned back to see him standing and stroking himself. He must have been three inches longer than either of the two others and significantly wider. I couldn't imagine how he was going to fit that monster inside me. I was ordered to get up off the couch and lay down on the floor on my stomach. Once there, I felt the last guy straddle my ass and then slowly begin to stuff his gigantic cock inside me. It took longer than any of the other cocks I had had so far, but he eventually filled me completely. I was breathing heavy each time he thrust all the way into me, even though he was the one doing the work. I looked up to see the guy I gave the blowjob to snapping off pictures with his cell phone. He moved around to my ass and the guy fucking me spread my ass cheeks apart to give him a great angle on my now sloppy asshole. A couple times, I felt him pull completely out, heard the cell phone click, and then a deep thrust as big-cock guy fucked back down into me with relative ease at this point. 

I turned back to see the guy elevated on top of me and in a pushup position as he fucked down on me. I continued to lay flat and take every inch of him, still moaning and breathing hard. Then I felt him fall on top of me and felt warm cum inside me again. This time, it felt like gallons and I could tell he had flooded me completely. I immediately felt cum leaking out of my ass and down my inner thighs. He pulled out and also went into the bathroom to clean up as I lay on the floor of my apartment, panties still pulled to the side, cum on my cheek and leaking out of my ass. I was spent and couldn't move. I heard the three guys leave, but lacked the energy to get off the floor.

I woke up and turned to see Michael sitting on my couch. He was calmly watching tv as I slowly got to my feet. I was a bit wobbly and he took in the sight. Then he told me to go out and buy some new outfits as he had some plans for me each night that week.



Neighbors



Note: This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. It's kind of a long one, but it's worth the time. I hope you enjoy!

"So are you ready for this test?" Liz asked as she trudged up the hill beside Ethan.

"I dunno. Chloe and I got into a fight last night so I didn't really have time to study," he responded. Liz noticed that he looked tired, which wasn't anything new as of late.

"Are you guys okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

"We usually work stuff out, but we just keep having the same argument over and over again. I don't know what else to do," Ethan sighed. "I'm more worried about this test right now."

Liz and Ethan were neighbors this year at college. They had known each other for a year and a half now, since they had lived on the same floor in the dorms last year. They also spent last semester studying abroad in the same city so needless to say, they were pretty close.

Liz was recently single – well, recently as in since summer. Her now ex-boyfriend of three years, Dylan, had been cheating on her since the beginning of their relationship. She found this out after she had already broken up with him, however, for other reasons (aka he was a complete loser). Liz was hurt when she found out Dylan had been cheating on her, but she couldn't really blame him since she had been doing the same thing, maybe even a little worse, but those are stories for another time.

Liz had hooked up with a few guys since her breakup with Dylan but she was trying to avoid a serious relationship, at least for now so she could focus on her classes. Unfortunately, not having a boyfriend had serious disadvantages, such as leaving her craving dick 24/7. Usually her pink rabbit vibrator (a gift from Dylan – one of the only good things to come out of that relationship) satisfied that need, but Liz's dry streak was topped with Fernando shutting off in the middle of a "date" and refusing to turn back on. Liz was so busy that she hadn't had time to get a replacement yet so she was almost constantly horny and masturbated every night.

Ethan's romantic situation was perfect – or at least it had been until recently when he and Chloe, his girlfriend of a year and a half, started arguing. At the beginning it was nothing, but now it seemed they got into a fight almost every day. Liz wondered if their sex life was suffering as much as their emotional bond. She had always been somewhat attracted to Ethan, with his light brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. He usually ran every day so he had a runner's smooth, toned body and he always knew how to make Liz laugh. She often fantasized about Ethan while she masturbated and although she felt bad that her friend's relationship was falling apart, she secretly hoped he would use it as an excuse to make a move.

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Liz shut her laptop with a sigh; she was exhausted. She had been up since 6:30 without a moment of peace. She looked at the clock, afraid was she might see – 1:27 in the morning. She groaned. It was way past time to be in bed. Liz was just about to turn off the living room light when she heard a man yell, then a door slam. She didn't think much of it, but seconds later there was a knock at her door. 

"Oh, Ethan!" Liz exclaimed. "What are you doing here this late?"

"Um, hi, Liz," Ethan stuttered. "I'm sorry to bother you so late but Chloe and I just got into a fight and I can't be around her right now. I know this is bizarre but she's refusing to leave and I don't have anywhere else to go this late. Would you mind if I slept on your couch, just until she comes to her senses?"

"Yeah, not a problem. I was just about to go to bed though; are you sure you don't mind sleeping on the couch?" she asked.

"Nah, I've slept on worse," he joked with a wink.

Oh my god, Liz thought. Is he flirting with me? If only... Ethan sat down on the couch as Liz locked the door, trying to hide her excitement.

"Comfy enough," he said. "Do you have a pillow and blanket?"

"Oh, let me get you some from my room," Liz said in a rush. She walked into her bedroom and leaned across the queen-size mattress to grab a pillow, allowing her t-shirt to ride up and expose her midsection. 

"Oh là là," came a voice from the doorway.

Liz hurriedly turned to see Ethan looking at her with a half-joking, half-I won't stop until I ravage you expression. She pulled down her t-shirt with a blush.

"No reason to be embarrassed. You look great," Ethan said, walking over to stand next to her. "You've started working out, right?"

"Yeah," Liz answered, very aware of Ethan's hand on her hip. "I have to counteract all the Christmas cookies I'm going to eat over winter break haha."

"You know, I've always thought you were really hot but I didn't want to say anything when you were with Dylan," Ethan said suddenly, looking Liz in the face to see her reaction.

"Oh, um, well, thanks," she stuttered. "You're pretty attractive yourself."

Ethan turned Liz to face him, both hands on her hips. 

"I've wanted to kiss you for a long time," he whispered. "I think you want the same thing."

And with that, Ethan pressed his lips against Liz's in a hot, passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue between her lips, entering her mouth with force. He sucked on her bottom lip and ended their embrace with a little nip, which caused her to squeak a little.

"I always thought you'd be the kind of girl who likes it a little rough," Ethan murmured in her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and then moved down her neck with soft kisses that turned into firey and intense embraces. Liz's breathing was getting heavier and heavier and she could already feel her pussy starting to get wet. Each kiss on her neck, her collarbone, now the crest of her breast built her anticipation. Ethan put his hands on the bottom of her t-shirt, looked her in the eyes, questioning silently if he could take it off. Liz nodded, her pussy juices starting to soak her panties.

Ethan slipped her t-shirt over her head and stood for a moment frozen by the beauty of Liz's perfect tits. He gripped them in both hands, then moved his face down to suck on Liz's tiny pink nipple. She groaned with pleasure and he sucked and nibbled on her hard nipple. Ethan, still sucking on Liz's right nipple and tweaking her left, moved his hand down her back until he reached her supple ass. In one quick movement he slapped her bottom, producing another squeak. He then picked her up and laid her down on the bed.

"I want you so fucking bad," Liz groaned. 

"I want you first," Ethan said decisively, and he pulled down her pajama shorts and panties, exposing her completely shaved pussy. He wasted no time moving his head between her legs and kissing the insides of her thighs, moving upward slowly until he reached her mound. He separated Liz's wet pussy lips with ease, causing her to gasp, and then found her hard clit. Ethan gave Liz a devilish grin and then disappeared between her legs, sucking her clit between his teeth and fucking her pussy hole with his tongue until she cried out, "Please fuck me! Please! I need you inside me!"

"Not yet, sweetheart," Ethan said with a laugh. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. "My turn."

Liz scrambled onto her knees and took Ethan's huge dick in her mouth, running her tongue over the head while he moaned. He moved to sit on the bed and she kneeled between his legs, moving her head up and down his ten inch shaft until it glistened with saliva. 

"Ohhhh Liz that feels so fuckin good," Ethan groaned.

Liz gave him a devilish look of her own, then plunged her mouth down on his rock hard cock, taking him deep into her throat.

"Oh FUCK! Oh my fuckin god that's good!" Ethan didn't know how he hadn't thought of fucking Liz before, but he knew he had found a new fuck buddy.

"Please fuck me Ethan. I can't wait any longer," Liz was close to begging for her friend's dick. At this point, her juices were running down her legs and her pussy was throbbing in anticipation.

"You think you're ready?" Ethan asked teasingly.

"Yes! Now come on, I need you inside of me," Liz demanded with a coy smile.

"You want it, you got it," he whispered, and he picked her up by the hips, putting her on her back. As Liz looked at his glistening rod with lust in her eyes, Ethan spread her legs and grabbed his dick, placing it at the soaking wet opening to Liz's cunt. He looked her in the eyes, then pushed the head of his cock inside her. Liz gasped, then whispered, "More." Ethan slowly slid the entire length of his dick inside her wet pussy until it was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck.

As Liz groaned his name, Ethan began to slide in and out of her pussy faster and faster until he was pounding her with more force than he knew he possessed. He was fucking her like it was his last day on Earth. He grabbed Liz's legs and threw one over each of his shoulders, not slowing down for a second. 

"I'm gonna cuuummmm!" Liz groaned. "Oh fuck I'm cumminnnnnggggg!!! YESSSSS!!!"

Ethan continued fucking her while her body shook from multiple orgasms. He gave her a moment to recover, then pulled out of her. 

"Wha...? What about you?" Liz asked, bewildered.

"Oh, we're not even close to done," Ethan said, flipping her around. Again he put his cock against her pussy, pushed through, and doggie fucked her brains out. After an immeasurable amount of time, Ethan felt a swelling sensation in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum," he said. "Where do you want it?"

"Cum in me," Liz panted. "I want you to cum inside of me."

Ethan pumped his cock in and out of Liz's wet cunt and then exploded, filling her pussy with his hot white cum. He continued to rock in and out of her until his dick began to get soft, then pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Wow," they breathed in unison.

At that second, there was a loud, angry sounding knock at the door. Liz looked at Ethan, who whispered, "It's probably Chloe." Liz nodded, pulled on her red silk bathrobe, then closed the bedroom door and walked into the living room.

"Hi Chl – " 

"I know that you fucked Ethan. I could hear you through down the fucking hall!" Chloe burst into Liz's apartment in a fury. "You know, these walls are pretty fucking thin!"

"Oh, I, um, I'm sorry Chloe. I don't know what to say," Liz said slowly.

"There's nothing you can say, nothing! We've been fighting every day for the past month! And do you know what we've been fighting about? You! He asked if I would have a threesome with you to spice up our sex life. Ridiculous!" Chloe threw her hands up in anger.

"He asked you that?" Liz asked. "Well, I'm sorry if I've caused problems between you two. I didn't try – Hey, don't cry Chloe. It'll be okay," Liz said as she moved to embrace Chloe. Rubbing the crying girl's back, she tried to calm her down. "It'll be okay. This is just a rough patch, you'll see."

Chloe's sniffling subsided and she looked Liz in the eyes with a new attitude.

"I want to do it," she declared.

"Do what?" Liz asked, completely lost.

"I want to have a threesome with you and Ethan," Chloe said with even more conviction. "Even if our relationship is over, I want to get one last crazy experience out of it."

"Uh, I don't know if I – I mean I've never been with a girl before..." Liz mumbled.

"Well then it'll be a new crazy experience for you too," Chloe said, and then kissed Liz on the mouth, passionately sealing this new deal.

Chloe broke off the kiss and took Liz's hand, leading her into the bedroom where she found Ethan frantically looking for his shirt. 

"It's okay Ethan. I know you fucked Liz," Chloe said with a flat voice.

"Oh. Well. What do you want?" he asked.

"I want to have a threesome with you and Liz," Chloe said, pushing him back onto the bed and then kissing Liz again while he looked on in disbelief. Liz, submissive until this point, brought her hand up to grip Chloe's breast, causing Chloe to moan with passion. Ethan felt his dick stirring to life at the sight of two beautiful, big-breasted women running their hands all over each other.

Chloe broke off the kiss to look at Ethan with a come on, join us look and then pulled her t-shirt over her head. Liz grabbed Chloe's tits with both her hands, making them look ever bigger because of her small hands. Ethan grabbed both the girls by the waist and pulled them on top of him, kissing Chloe's neck and pulling Liz's bathrobe open to massage her tit. 

"So where did you cum?" Chloe asked suddenly.

"What? Oh, I came – uh – inside her," Ethan said, not knowing how she would react.

"Mmmm, inside you," Chloe looked at Liz with lust in her eyes, then moved between her legs and lapped at her pussy, which was wet again with her own juices, which mixed with Ethan's cum oozing between her lips. Chloe sucked the combined juices out of Liz's cunt, then took her clit into her mouth and played with it. Liz began shaking again, and Ethan saw a prime opportunity to get another blow job. He tugged off his jeans and turned Liz's mouth toward his hard dick again, which she eagerly took into her mouth. Liz sucked and deep-throated until she was overcome with a massive orgasm, covering Chloe's mouth and chin with her pussy juices.

"Oh, that was amazing. You really know what you're doing down there," Liz panted.

"You better believe it," Chloe said, wiping off her chin. "Now how about I get a little reward?"

"You mean a big, hard, massive reward," Ethan said, and Liz gave his cock one last suck, then allowed Chloe to sit on his massive rod reverse cowgirl style, bouncing up and down while Liz sucked on her nipples. 

"Oh fuck that feels amazing!" Chloe exclaimed. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Liz moved downward and set to licking and tweaking Chloe's hard little clit while Ethan rammed his pole into her wet pussy.

"I'm gonna cum!" Chloe screamed, and started shaking as she orgasmed.

Ethan felt like he was about to blow his load, so he pulled out of Chloe's soaked pussy, stood up, and allowed Liz to take him into her mouth. He blew spurt after spurt of hot cum into Liz's mouth, which was soon joined by Chloe's roaming tongue. Ethan had never cum this much before. The girls' chins were dripping with his white man juice, a problem which they solved with their tongues. The three friends then collapsed on the bed, exhausted from a very pleasant unexpected surprise.



Neighbors



A few months ago, I moved into an older neighborhood with homes close together. One side of my house faces the courtyard and side wall of the neighbor, and there's only about ten feet between our houses. The neighbor on that side is a widow who is in her late 60s. Debbie is not in great shape but still healthy and works in her garden. She's cute, and I can tell that she used to be a looker. 

We became casual friends, and we often wave and share small talk when we're both out in the side of our houses. My desk is near a window on that side of the house, and Debbie waves when she sees me through the glass. 

After a stressful week, I decided to get a massage to relax. I'd used a service before that I liked, and called them for an appointment. This time, I decided to have them come to my home for the service. I asked if a woman I'd had before was available, and sure enough she was. Her name was Jewel, and she was not much younger than Debbie. She had done a great job before, including a super happy ending when she handled my eleven inches to perfection and teased it before pumping a gusher out of me. 

I cleared a space in the room facing Debbie's house with three large windows facing her garden and the side windows of her house. I knew she could see into my house and might observe the massage, but I figured I was in my private space and she could choose to look or not. It was just a hunch, but I thought she might like the option of enjoying the scene from the privacy of her property. 

The masseuse arrived for the appointment and brought a folding massage table into my study. I helped her set it up near the windows but with room for her to work. I undressed, wrapped a towel around myself, and laid face down on her table. She began to work on my shoulders and back, and it felt wonderful. 

Every so often, I peeked out the windows to see if Debbie was watching. All of a sudden, she opened her back door and stepped out onto her patio to water plants. She looked up and saw me. I smiled and waved, and she gave a quick wave but soon disappeared into her house. Moments later, I think I saw her peeking through the blinds. 

I was still in modest condition, with a towel covering my buttocks. Jewel didn't seem to notice that we were being watched. Soon, Debbie came out again, pretending to putter over something, but I'm sure she wanted to let me know that she could see me. She looked at me and made a funny face, like she knew I was doing something naughty. 

I pretended to have my eyes closed, but I was watching her. The scene was making me very aroused. Jewel's excellent massage, Debbie's peeping, and anticipating what was to come made my heart race. 

Soon, Jewel removed the towel and massaged my buttocks and legs. I parted them slightly so she could see the effect of her touch on my cock as it lengthened down the table between my legs. After working on my feet, Jewel's hands traced up my inner leg and her fingers dragged along the length of my cock. That was my cue to turn over.

As I did, I saw Debbie's eyes peering at us through the blinds covering her widow. What was they thinking as my cock flopped into view? Once on my back, Jewel rubbed my chest and arms for a while, then my legs, but all the while the effect of her touch was making my cock thicken and harden. Soon, my dick was arched upward in a semi-erection. 

Jewel matter-of-factly dribbled a line of oil on my prick, then she used just one hand to smooth the oil down my shaft and up over its plumb shaped head. She kept her hand open and only touched my dick with the palm of her hand, applying no pressure. She just pushed my cock with her slippery hands as it gradually rose higher and higher. At this, she was an expert.

Then she only used a finger, a single finger, to move my dick this way and that, playing with it and teasing me when she knew I craved a firm grip. Debbie was clearly watching us the entire time. 

Only when my cock was fully erect and standing tall on its own did Jewel first grip it with her fingers not quite being able to surround the entire shaft. She pulled up and released, pulled up and released, over and over. The she started at the top and encased my bulb with a hand, squeezed tight, the slowly descended to the base of my shaft. Over and over, slowly, she kept this up while my neighbor watched. 

Finally, Jewel wrapped both her hands around my dick, leaving about three inches clear at the top, and gave me a fierce pumping until I was close to an ejaculation. Then she would stop and repeat her gentle teasing touches. When the hour was coming to a close, she renewed her baseball bat grip and gave me one of the best finale's a man could have. 

When I climaxed, spurts of cum rocketed out of my dick on each stroke. She knew how milk a man, that's for sure. Even after the first few blasts of cum that launched high into the air, she still nursed out another five or six spurts. I was exhausted. But oh so relaxed!

And my neighbor was entertained, I was sure.

I arose and paid dear Jewel and promised to have her back as I saw her to the door. Then I hit the showers. 

The next day, Debbie was sitting on her patio with a lady friend about her age. Her friend looked quite attractive. I don't think she saw me, so I watched as Debbie talked and occasionally pointed to my windows. I decided to take a risk.

I walked out into the side yard, just a few feet from where they sat, and greeted Debbie. I walked over to introduce myself to her friend, Rose. They were old friends and had been active together in the Junior League and Women's Club when they were wives, but both now were widows. Debbie said they were planning a get together of some of their friends. 

Did Debbie tell Rose about watching my display the day before? I could only use my imagination. 

When Rose left, I came back out and chatted with Debbie. I decided to be bold, "Last week was very stressful, and I scheduled a massage at my house. I hope you didn't mind that you saw me through the windows." 

Debbie looked surprised but answered, "Oh, no, you deserve to relax after a busy week." 

"I forgot to close the shades," I added, not wanting to say more until she volunteered her thoughts about what she saw.

"That's OK, I went inside."

I pushed a button by asking, "Did you watch through your windows?" I asked her.

Debbie was silent and was obviously trying to decide what to say. Finally she laughed and told me, "Well, a bit." 

"And what did you think?" I asked.

She seemed to blush but managed to say, "Well, someone's got a whopper." 

"A whopper what?" I asked. I was enjoying putting her on the spot. 

"Well," Debbie said, "let's just say that you have more than twice what my husband had." 

I was extremely pleased to hear her say that, and you can imagine the effect this talk was having on my pecker. 

I smiled at her and said, "Well, we're good neighbors, so there's no reason to have secrets." "By the way, I've scheduled another massage for next week. Would you like me to close my shades?" 

Debbie looked flustered as she tried to give me an answer that wouldn't make her look like a cockhound, so I laughed and said, "My curtains are always open for you." 

I left it at that and walked back to my house. I wanted to let her perk for a while before pushing anything farther. But I had a plan.

The next Friday evening after work, I saw Debbie in her yard and stepped over to visit. We shared small talk about this and that, and then said, "The masseuse will be over tomorrow at 3:00, and you're more than welcome to come over, too." 

I didn't wait for a reply since I knew she would take a while to figure out what I meant by such an invitation. I wanted her to think about it and decide if she wanted to get closer to things or remain at a safe distance. After all, it should be the lady's option. 

On Saturday, my masseuse Jewel arrived right on time, but no Debbie. As Jewel was setting up the table and as I was getting undressed, there was a knock at my front door. 

It was Debbie. She said she didn't know if she had heard me right about "an invitation."

"Sure, please come in," I said to her. I bare chested and wrapped in a towel when I introduced her to Jewel. I had alerted Jewel to the possibility that my neighbor may come over, and promised to give Jewel an extra large tip if we had company. 

I showed Debbie to a comfy chair and then I hopped up on to the massage table. As she rubbed me, Jewel explained what she was doing as if she was training Debbie how to do it. Every so often, Debbie stood to see better. 

When I turned over and exposed my dick and balls, Debbie muttered, "Just incredible." 

I asked her, "Sorry, what did you say?" I had heard it, but I wanted to draw her into the action. 

"I said it's just so big." 

Of course, that made my dong leap up and gain strength for the stroking to come. After her foreplay, Jewel got ready for the big tease and the finale. She asked Debbie if she could give her some help. Debbie stood and looked puzzled. 

Jewel said, "Put this oil on his penis, would you?" Debbie took a bottle of oil and squeezed out a river of oil the entire length of my dick. 

Jewel pretended to be busy and asked, "Dear, would you rub the oil into his skin?" Jewel knew she was breaking in a new hand, and Debbie was lucky to be taught by the best. 

Within a few minutes, the two of them, one on each side of the table, were inventing new ways to torment me with gentle touches, tickles, ball games, and devious grips and strokes. 

When the hour was up, Jewel said, "Well, I'm only hired for one hour and I've got another appointment next." "Gotta run, but maybe Debbie can finish the job." 

I arose, Jewel folded up her table and left, with an extra large tip, I might add!

And there we stood, Debbie dressed in her casual clothes and me totally naked, erect, and dripping. 

"Debbie, you were a good sport, thanks for coming over," I told her. I waited for her to take the initiative, if any.

"I think I'll sit out on my back deck and finish what you and Jewel started," I said. I walked through my house and Debbie followed after me. 

Once outside in the open air, I reclined on a lounge chair and started to touch myself. Debbie sat next to me and took over. She seemed to adore the extra large serving of cock in her hands and gave me her full loving attention. 

I tried to hold back and let her take her time, but it was too much. Soon I was beginning to rumble and feel cum boiling up. I told her, "Be careful, move your head back, you're making me cum." And just then the first blast leapt up a few feet into the air, followed by about eight more of decreasing volume and force. 

When I was spent, Debbie just sat there next to me nursing my limp member in a pool of sticky spilled cum. 

"Wow," she said. 

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she replied.

It's been a week since this happened. I've asked her about Rose and about the coming party for her friends. She hasn't said anything to me yet, but each time I see her, I've teased about how much her friends might like to enjoy a cock show. We'll have to give it a little time for my witches brew to bring results. 



Neighbors



This is a work of fiction, inspired by the true friends portrayed in this story. The story takes place in 1975 when we first met our long time friends. The names have been changed. Although discussed, the events described never took place. Enjoy the fantasy. Feedback is always appreciated.

MEETING THE BERGMANS

My future wife and I were visiting my parents in their apartment, about six months before our wedding. We took the elevator up to the 10th floor and as we walked out of the elevator, one of my parent's neighbors came out of her apartment and called out to us.

"Josh and Stacy," said the nosey neighbor Betty, "How are the plans going for the wedding?" 

We turned and walked in the opposite direction of my parent's apartment. This was a normal apartment building my parents lived in since 1961, right after they moved out of the Bronx into Westchester County, New York.

"Betty, they are going fine. Just six months to go," Stacy said.

As they continued their conversation, I noticed the door to the apartment next to Betty's was open and a young couple was moving in. 

Betty noticed my glancing into the apartment and said, "Let me introduce you to some of our new neighbors. They just got married two weeks ago. Stan and Donna, come meet Josh and Stacy. Josh's parents live down the hall."

Stan and Donna Bergman came out from a massive load of boxes to say hello.

"Glad to meet both of you," Donna yelled from the end of the living room. 

They walked toward us and Stan extended his hand and as I took it I said, "Congratulations to both of you. I heard that you got married last month. Stacy and I are getting married in six months."

"Congratulations back at you," Stan said.

Stan and Donna appeared to be about the same age as Stacy and me. Stan and I were built the same way, about 5'10" and as I had blond hair, Stan had a mop of black hair. 

When Donna came out from behind the boxes, I was startled by her porcelain complexion, with shining green eyes and shoulder length black hair. What stood out was the size of her tits. Behind a halter-top they seemed to be spilling out of the top, with her nipples were on display, pushing against the tight fabric. It was obvious that she had not worn a bra. Didn't need one as her tits stood firm and high on her chest.

We made some small talk. Donna caught me staring. Too bad. They had just moved into the apartment. We wished them well and then went off to visit my parents.

STACY

I met Stacy while working at a law firm about two years before we got married. I just completed my first year of law school and through my uncle, who was a partner in the firm; I was doing research for some of the attorneys during the summer. 

Stacy came in to discuss a summer job as a secretary. She had just completed her sophomore year of college. 

When Stacy walked in, I was walking by the reception desk where Stacy was in conversation with one of the people from the HR department, Mrs. Haskell. Her beauty transfixed me. Blonde hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in a short skirt, no stockings and heels. A loose fitting blouse was perfect for the skirt and for the interview. 

I stood silent as she told the HR person that she was going to many offices trying to find a summer job and she did not have an appointment. While handing her resume to the Director, she told the Director of her accomplishments in school and other things that would make her a good choice is a position was open.

"Unfortunately, we just filled the last opening for a secretary. I'm sorry you didn't get here last week because you are over qualified for just secretarial work," Mrs. Haskell stated.

"Thank you, but I need a job and while I plan to go to law school, no firms are willing to give me a job doing research."

Being the nephew of one of the partner's allowed me to take some liberties. Often, those liberties were followed by a certain look by my uncle when he found out what I was up to. 

"Excuse me," I interrupted Mrs. Haskell. "Clearly this young lady has more to offer than just being a secretary. As you know, I am doing research for a few partners and I could use some help. It's a lot of work and I'm already behind. Let me talk to my uncle," I stated to Mrs. Haskell.

"No problem."

Turning to the young lady, I asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"It's Stacy. Stacy Brown. "Thank you."

"Josh, Josh Greenberg. Nice to meet you," I said extending my hand to formally greet her.

I went to see my uncle who, surprisingly, was in agreement with my assessment. I retuned to the reception desk.

"It's settled Stacy, You can come work assisting me with the research. Is that okay with you? You can start tomorrow."

"That's great. I really needed the job."

"I'll let Mrs. Haskell fill you in on the company policies as well as get your paperwork in order. See you at 8:30 tomorrow morning," I said as a smile crossed my face.

It took me two weeks before I asked Stacy out on a date. I was still living with my parents during the summer and she lived in the same city and went to the same High School as I did, graduating a few years after me. Her parents were divorced and she was living with her mom in a house about 10 minutes from my parents. Our first date was nothing fancy. Just dinner and a movie. 

We laughed a lot during dinner, finding many things in common growing up in the same neighborhood. The date ended with a brief kiss, followed by a lengthier one that surprised me. 

"Thanks for the good time, Josh."

"No, thank you. See you on Monday."

We started to see each other after work on a steady basis. Our blossoming relationship was the worst kept secret at the law firm. 

It was after our fifth or sixth date, after driving back from our date in New York City, a Knicks basketball game, that I took a little more initiative when we parked the car in front of her house. Her street was dark; the only streetlight was at the far end of the street. You could not tell if anyone was in the car due to the darkness of the street. We were truly sucking face, when I reached for her tits and rubbed them thoroughly through the dress she was wearing. She began to moan and I decided to take it to the next level.

I reached under her dress and worked my hands up her legs and was pleasantly surprised when she spread her legs apart. My hand continued to reach up and finally was again surprised when I found out that she was not wearing any panties. 

"It's more comfortable this way," Stacy whispered in my ear.

My hands were greeted by a mass of pubic hair. From the fell of it, the hair was not trimmed. I slowly stoked her cunt lips, avoiding, at this time, her clitoris. Stacy was cooperating as she started to move her hips and ass back and forth, trying to get me to touch her most intimate spots.

Still avoiding her clit, I stuck one finger into her very wet cunt and began to finger fuck her. Her moaning became louder.

"Oh, soooooogood. More. Deeper," Stacy exclaimed as she continued to french kiss me, drawing me into her mouth. 

I continued to finger her and finally used my thumb to touch her swollen clit. It was out of its hood and between my finger fucking her and my rubbing on her clit, her bottom was moving in tune to my probing fingers. 

"It feels so good. Oh......................... So good! Don't stop. I'm cumming, cumming." 

Finally, after soaking my hand with her juices, and with a loud scream she came hard. 

"Yes, Yes, oh yes, it feels so good. So good." 

And with one last thrust she collapsed on my hand.

"That was unreal. So fucking good. I haven't come this hard for a long time. Now its your turn."

With that, she pulled down my zipper and pulled out my very hard cock. There is not much room in the front seat of a car, especially a small one, to do much more than making out and, as I had done, bring Stacy to orgasm with my fingers. She began to tease my cock. 

She reached under her dress and took moved her hand to her very wet cunt. Using the lubrication from her orgasm, she proceeded to rub her juices slowly, ever so slowly up and down my cock.

There is really something special about a woman who enjoys giving a hand job. Stacy did not rush, did not want me to cum so fast. She teased me by using one of her fingernails to scrape the underside of my cock very softly but with enough pressure to make my cock jump. Pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock. Stacy used that as additional lubrication as she began to move her hand faster, up and down, up and down on my cock.

At the same time, we started to French kiss again. I was drawing her tongue into my mouth and was starting my own noises, indicating that whatever she was doing was pleasing me to no end.

Stacy continued the pattern going fast than slowing down, finally, after much begging on my part, "Please Stacy, I'm so fucking horny, I need to cum. Stop teasing."

She took sympathy with my situation and began to move her hand even faster, up and down on my cock.

I was going to help her along as I began to thrust my hips up and down, in time to her up and down motion. Finally, after about 10 minutes of working my cock like a maestro, I came.

"Oh, so good. Real good. Yes, yes I'm cumming." 

I splattered a torrent of cum on the dashboard and allover Stacy's hand. The windows were completely fogged in. I reached in and took out my handkerchief and wiped my cum from both Stacy's hand and the dashboard.

After a few minutes of quiet, I zipped up and casually remarked, "Not a bad way to end an evening!"

Stacy broke out laughing uncontrollably. 

We continued this pattern of sexual release for the next few weeks. It never changed as he mom was always home as were my parents. We became good at masturbating each other to some great orgasms. I remember one time when Stacy used only the tips of her nails to not only tease me, but also literally make my cock as hard as it has even been. She took her time, keeping me on edge for what seemed like an hour before she finally finished me off. Imagine just the fingertips going up and down on my rod, and then teasing the crown, pre-cum flowing and finally a release. I must have given up a "bucket" of cum that night.

Finally, her mom went away for the weekend and we had her house to ourselves.

Stacy was cooking dinner and when I arrived I wondered if we were ever going to get to the meal. Stacy was wearing a very short skirt, heels and a see thru top without a bra. Her nipples stood out pushing against the fabric. 

"Is this for dessert," I said as I pointed to her tits.

"That and this," was her reply as she lifted her skirt to show me that she had kept her panties off. I finally got a clear look at her pussy. While her bush was neatly trimmed on the side, it was very thick and coarse throughout the rest of her pubic area. 

I made a beeline over to her, but was stopped when Stacy raised her hand and said, "Later."

"I just wanted to give you a kiss to say hello!" I continued forward moving her arm out of the way and planted, what I thought was a very sensual kiss, on her mouth. I did try to reach out to put my hand under her skirt, but she was too fast for me.

"Later."

Dinner was great. It was a romantic dinner accompanied by a fine bottle of wine. After dinner, while doing the best I could not to jump her bones immediately after dessert, we moved to the couch in the living room.

"Josh, I want this weekend to be special, so let's take our time doing whatever we do. I am going to make love to you and I am going to fuck you as many times as we can over the next three days. Sometimes we will go slow when we make love and sometimes I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Speechless, I leaned over and kissed Stacy. She responded in kind and we continued to make out, using our hands to roam over each other's bodies. After about 10 minutes of this, with our hands everywhere, I broke loose and scooted between her knees. I urgently pushed up her skirt and was greeted by a mass of dark blonde hair, fanning out from the middle to the sides of her lips. I guess not having to go out in a bathing suit in December made it suitable for Stacy to let her bush grow wildly. And it was wild. I promptly pushed her legs apart, moving them as far as I thought they could go without hurting her. Don't you just love the sight and smell of a freshly scrubbed cunt, especially one with a great bush? I buried my face into the next of hair and began to nibble away at Stacy's cunt lips, avoiding her clit. 

After running my mouth around her cunt, the lips began to spread even more, with more pink pussy to see. Stacy began moaning softly as she pulled the top of her blouse apart exposing her tits. She began to maul her tits with both hands, pinching and pulling at her very pointed nipples. I inserted one, then two fingers into her very wet cunt and slowly began to move them in and out. While doing that, I stopped my oral teasing and placed my flattened tongue on her engorged clit. Licking and fingering caused Stacy to spread her legs even farther apart than I thought possible.

"God, that feels so fucking good. Oh yes, so, so good."

I picked up the pace with my fingers and as I did, she began to thrust her hips out and up.

"Oh, so, so good. Faster. Lick my clit, lick it and fuck me with your fingers." Oh........Oh.... I'm so wet and I'm going to cum. Going to cum. Yes, Yes" she continued to scream.

And finally, with my fingers deep inside her and with my tongue dancing on her very tender clit, she came loudly and hard.

"I need you in me, now!" screamed Stacy.

I tore off my jeans and tee shirt. My cock was harder than I can remember. With 

No fanfare, Stacy regrouped, moved back onto the couch and spread her legs. Her bush was soaking wet, as was her cunt. I rammed my cock into her. The first time I had done so. While mutual masturbation was wonderful, there was no better feeling than having Stacy's cunt grab a hold of my cock.

"Fast and hard," Stacy pleaded.

I did everything to oblige my lover. I through caution to the wind as I began thrusting my cock into Stacy with wild abandonment. 

Stacy was no screaming again. " Yes, so fucking good. So fucking good. I'm so hot, I need to be fucked, need to be fucked. Harder, faster" were the continuous words I heard.

I was no shrinking violet either. My cock felt like it was on fire. I couldn't get enough of Stacy's cunt.

My own words were also flamed by passion. "Your cunt feels so fucking good. My cock feels so good in your cunt."

We were moving and moaning in perfect harmony. Getting closer to the goal of, perhaps, cumming together. I leaned forward and began to kiss Stacy, locking lips, tongues moving in sync, our bodies moving together, straining for release.

Stacy yelled, "Soon, soon, don't stop. I'm almost there, Yes, Yes, now cum with me. Cum with me. She stiffened and howled as her orgasm overtook her.

Me too. "Cumming, cumming," and with almost perfect timing, I came deep inside Stacy's cunt. I was holding on for dear life as I came.

As we separated, I rolled off Stacy to see that there was a light sheen on our bodies. Fuck sweat I called it. Spent, we were silent. I gazed over to see my cum running out of Stacy's wide-open cunt. Her bush was matted; her juices covered my cock. We were trying to catch our breath. No one spoke for the longest time. Stacy just moved over and cuddled with me. We stayed in that position for the longest time.

We were insatiable the rest of the weekend. We soaked the sheets. The one thing that I loved was after we showered (It seemed as though we took one every three hours) I asked Stacy to sit on my face while I ate her cunt. I love the smell and taste of a cunt freshly washed. Stacy would move up and down my face, as I would lick her entire cunt from front to back, back to front then lightly grab her clit with my tongue and give her a great orgasm.

Two months later we were engaged with our wedding, and now it's six months away. We learned a lot about one another during our engagement. We found that we both loved to act out sexual fantasies, and in one of them, Stacy confided that she gets turned on thinking about having sex in front of another couple. Or that with the right couple she would love to switch partners. Very strange that I had similar fantasies. 

The wedding was perfect in every sense. The venue to the food to the band, all the guests had a great time. We left directly from the wedding to the airport to catch a flight to Bermuda for our honeymoon.

UNEXPECTED COMPANY AND UNEXPECTED PLEASURE

We arrived in Bermuda only to find that my uncle sprung for an upgraded room. Suite was more like it. Overlooking the Atlantic, the June breezes complimented the sunny skies. 

Our honeymoon sex was like anyone else who had gotten married. Every day, any time, and in any position.

On our third day, Stacy and I were in the shallow end of the pool when I heard someone ask me, is that a City College ring? I turned around to answer. The face was familiar, but I could not pinpoint where I had seen the guy before. I told him it was and he told me that he and his wife also graduated from City College.

We began talking about the college and that we had graduated the same year. We started to talk about where we were living, and that's when the guy said, that he and his wife moved into an apartment in Westchester County, New York. He proceeded to tell me the apartment complex name and then it dawned on me.

"We met some six months ago. You moved into the same building as my parents. On the same floor."

"You're right. Now I remember. We had just gotten married and you were visiting your parents." He extended his hand, "Stan Bergman. My wife Donna is around here somewhere."

"Yes, Josh and Stacy Greenberg. We got married last Saturday. We're here on our honeymoon."

"So are we," came Stan's response.

"I thought you were married about eight months ago. Honeymoon?

Stan said, "Yup, married about eight months ago, but between finding jobs and getting the apartment, we decided to postpone the honeymoon until this week. We got here two days before you did."

"You enjoying the hotel?" I asked.

"Everything about this place is first class. Perhaps you would like to join us for dinner tonight. I'm assuming you have the meal plan?"

Stacy nodded her agreement. 

"That would be great. 7:00 pm okay with you?

Before he could answer, his wife Donna, who was swimming at the deep end, came to the edge of the pool. Her chest was every bit as spectacular in a bikini as it had been under her blouse when we first met the Bergman's. Donna was wearing a very tiny bikini, with the top doing little to support her huge tits. Like I did the first time we met, I stared. I didn't feel too bad, because Stan was staring at Stacy's almost equally significant set of tits.

"Look who I found wandering around the pool? Stan said to Donna.

"Hey, I remember you guys. You met us in your parents building" Stacy said as she pointed towards me. 

"Stacy relied, "We are on our honeymoon. We got married a few days ago."

"We are on our honeymoon as well."

"We know, Stan told us. He invited us to have dinner with you guys tonight. If that is okay with you."

"That would be great. What time Stan?"

"7:00 pm"

We continued the conversation as we grabbed chairs next to them. The girls excused themselves to go to the ladies room while Stan and I headed for the ocean. We got back from our swim an hour later and we found our ladies walking back to our chairs. After a few hours it appeared as though we were long lost friends. We went to our rooms around 5:00 pm to get ready for dinner.

We met by the most exclusive restaurant in the hotel at 7:00 pm. It was though my wife and Donna were telepathic. They both wore very, and I mean, very short dresses with killer heels. Both dresses were scooped on the top to show the ample cleavage that both women displayed. I know for a fact that my wife did not wear panties that night and from the look of it, neither did Donna.




Neighbors



The wine and conversation flowed freely and after explaining that we were in a suite, we invited them back to our room for a nightcap. 

"Wow, this is really unbelievable," Donna, remarked.

"My uncle who is a partner in his law firm called in a few favors for us and this is the result. There are two bedrooms and a large bathtub/Jacuzzi in the master bedroom."

The view was spectacular looking down over the harbor. I moved to turn on the radio and found it tuned to a rock station. 

"Come on, dance with me," Donna said to me as she pulled me onto the living room tiled floor. 

"I guess I/m going to have to."

Stacy grabbed Stan and we were both moving to some great music. I think the way our wives were dressed had an immediate impact on our pants. Their tits were swaying to the music and we were forming tents in our groin.

The music segued into a slow song and without missing a beat, Donna pulled me closer to her as did Stacy did with Stan. There was no doubt that both women could feel our erections through our pants as were bonded together.

Donna turned toward me and without warning kissed me full on the lips, fighting her tongue into my mouth. I took a quick glance at Stacy and she had done the same to Stan. It wasn't too long before all of us were dry humping each other, while our hands were roaming over each other's bodies. 

While I thoroughly enjoyed this, I broke away from Donna's clutches and said to no one in particular, " Did I miss something here?" 

Our wives just smiled and started giggling. 

"Donna and I had a chance to talk while you guys went off swimming. It appears as though we both have similar fantasies. We both like to watch others fuck. Donna said that she and Stan actually fucked other people in front of each other. We talked about our likes and dislikes and the conversation turned to what we liked sexually. 

Stacy had never been with a woman before and she was eager to tell us about it.

" There were no preliminaries. Under the pretense of showing me what she was going to wear tonight, I went to your room. As soon as the door closed she backed me up against a wall, shoved her tongue in my mouth and put her hand into my bikini bottom. She rubbed my clit for a few seconds and then she violently pulled my bottoms down. That gave her free access to my cunt. 

She stuck two fingers into my cunt and had me cumming in no time. I was panting so hard and I came so hard. After I came, Donna did not let up, she dragged me to the bed and spread my legs and went down on me."

"Your wife has a great hairy cunt," Donna stated. "I loved finding my way through her bush to her clit." I strummed her clit with my tongue as she pulled her tits from her top. She was pinching and tugging at her nipples while thrusting her bottom up to meet my tongue. She came hard again."

"I was so hot, I tried to grab Donna, but she wouldn't let me have at her."

"It was your turn to have some fun, Donna said laughing."

"Do you think they're hard enough to fuck us?" Stacy said.

Stan and I just took off our pants and the rest of our clothes. Our cocks were, as you would expect, so very hard. 

"I think Donna needs to be fucked first," I said as I looked toward Stacy. 

She nodded her agreement and we watched as Stan lowered Donna's dress. I was right, Donna not only had no panties on, she had no bra on as well. Dark aired Donna had equally dark hair on her cunt. Her black bush was very thick and trimmed to accommodate her bikini bottoms. The bush came down the sides of her lips and was prominent by her asshole. 

Stan sat on the club chair and grabbed Donna and turned her toward us. She impaled herself on Stan's cock. Stan hooked her legs as he spread them apart. He began to fuck his wife. Slowly at first, but he picked up the pace very quickly. Donna's spread cunt was displayed for both of us to see. You could see her cunt dripping, her hard clit sticking out from its hood. She began to rub her tits, pulling on her erect nipples while Stan was pounding at her cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," wailed Donna. 

Stan was ramming his cock in and out of Donna's cunt at a rapid pace. 

"Oh, it feels so fucking good. I loved being fucked." Donna said as she opened her eyes to look directly at us. 

Stacy and I were lightly caressing each other during Stan's onslaught. I had my hand on Stacy's clit and Stacy was slowly jerking me off. 

"That's so fucking hot, so hot having you do that while watching me get fucked."

"Go," I said, turning to Stacy. 

She took my cue and left my cock and moved toward our newest friends. She proceeded to kneel by Donna's exposed cunt and as Stan continued to fuck his wife, Stacy leaned forward and placed her tongue on Donna's clit.

Donna's eyes opened quickly at this new invasion on her body.

"Oh suck me, fuck me. Going to cum, Going to cum," Donna shrieked. 

She was no longer moaning quietly. She was forcing herself to have a great orgasm. Her hips moved at warp speed. Up and down on her husband's cock. Stan began to cry out as well with his impending orgasm.

"Close, so close, lick me Stacy. Lick my cunt, eat my cunt. Cumming. I'm cumming. Oh.......... Yes, Yes."

Stan in response, " Me too, me too, fuck, I'm cumming"

He exploded into his wife's cunt. I stopped using my tongue and used my fingertip to gently rub her clit. Circling her clit elicited the following from Donna.

"No more, no more. Can't take any more. Oh, I just came again. Enough.

Stacy removed her fingers gave them to me to lick. Stan and Donna collapsed on the chair. Donna still had her legs splayed, now with Stan's cream running down her leg. 

While it was time for those two to relax, my cock needed some serious attention. Stacy's hairy blond cunt was split and I saw the glistening pink of her cunt on display. She climbed onto my lap and took my cock in her hands and guided me into her so very wet cunt. She too, faced away from me, facing our guests.

Stacy is very vocal when she gets fucked and it was no different tonight. As her cunt was on display to our newest friends, I fucked my wife as I was playing and kneading her tits. 

"Fuck, fuck. I love being fucked by your bid cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

The scene before us, our friends fucking in front of us, turned us on so much, that we came within the first few minutes of my putting my cock into Stacy's cunt.

I yelled, "I'm cumming. Oh yeah, Oh yes."

Stacy, at the same time, "Me too, me too."

She was screaming, I was moaning. We both came together. Unusual, but not this time.

Looking at our friends, they were cuddling and smiling as we came.

"Not a bad way to start a friendship," Stan said.

We all laughed.

The next two nights were spent in our suite. The next night we exchanged wives for the night. 

I loved eating Donna's cunt. We wound up in a "69" in one of the bedrooms. I came in Donna's mouth and she came a few seconds after me. 

In the other bedroom we could hear Stacy's crying out. Stan must have been giving her a good pounding as she continued her verbal crying for at least five minutes after Donna and I climaxed. I grabbed Donna's hand and walked toward the other bedroom. I opened the door and found Stacy getting fucked from behind.

She had her ass in the air, her head resting on a pillow as we saw Stan's cock move in and out of my wife's cunt. Stan's hand reached around to pinch her clit. Finally, after a few more minutes Stan dumped a load of cum into my wife's cunt and my wife cried out as she came again.

It's amazing how many times a guy can come when they are in their 20's. Our wives enjoyed our cocks as the honeymoon continued.

We decided that we would spend the last night with our own wives, in our own rooms, no group sex. 

It was the right way to end our time in Bermuda. 

THIRTY PLUS YEARS LATER

Over the next thirty plus years we got together on vacations and sharing intimacy with each other, but on a less frequent basis. It was always exciting when we got together. And while our sexual peak has long since passed, my wife and I continue to have a very active sex life as does Stan and Donna. When we do get together, there is less need for immediate satisfaction, which is a good thing. We take our time, fucking our won wives in front of each other, fucking each other's wives and at times, Stan and I sit back enjoying Donna and Stacy getting together. The ultimate man's fantasy of having two women make love to each other is a realty for us, and one that we continue to enjoy. 

Boy, am I glad that I convinced my uncle to give Stacy that job some 35 years ago! 



Neighbors



A builder built two spec houses planning to start a development that would have about a dozen houses. When he had those two houses built he went bankrupt. One had been sold but one remained empty for a while. When I moved to town and opened an account at a local bank one of the officers directed me to the empty house suggesting I might get a good deal on it. I did.

The two houses were on one side of the street that dead ended just past the house farthest from the main road. I bought the house closest to the main road but both were far back. It was a bit strange to find a nice street with a couple of cul-de-sacs but no houses close to the main road. The builder probably thought houses away from road noise would sell best. 

This was pretty much a rural area so there may have been lax zoning. No street lights had been installed although fire hydrants were well spaced with one being right at the end of this dead end street. I had inquired and found they were functional.

The movers had brought my furniture and boxes and set them around in the house. I had them set up the bed and then dismissed them. I found kitchen boxes in the kitchen which was handy. I had labeled the boxes generally and the movers had done a good job of getting most of them in the right places. I unloaded some of them onto the counter tops because I wanted to get shelf liners and clean the shelves up before putting things in their rightful places.

I was tired and thought I would skip dinner. Tomorrow was another day. The weather was warm and while I'm usually naked at home, I had on shorts when I arrived and it was shorts I still had on. The door bell rang.

At the door was a man who looked like he was in his mid to late forties. He greeted me with, "Welcome to the neighborhood, if you can call this a neighborhood". At that he laughed and I joined him. It certainly was not much of a neighborhood.

"My name is Al Johnson and I live next door with my wife, Annie, and my daughter, Andrea. There are just the three of us."

I said my name was Roger and I was all alone. I explained that I was a writer and liked the solitude of having hours to myself to get work done.

Then he said, "We thought you might not have anything to eat and would like to come over and have some dinner with us".

When I replied that I had a lot of cleaning to do and had thought I might get started right away he had a response that appealed to me.

"My daughter, Andrea, is home without a job at the moment. I can have her come over and help you tomorrow. She'd love to do it. She graduated from college and there are no jobs to be had at the moment. She has been getting bored because she likes to clean and has run out of things to clean. My garage looks like a kitchen it is so clean."

Well, I was tired and hadn't really planned to clean that night. I'm not a big time socializer and had just been stalling. I was also hungrier than I had thought. 

I agreed and said I would put on a shirt. He was dressed as I was except he had on flip-flops.

He said, "We don't wear shirts at our house so you need to come as you are, except there are loads of rocks in the street. Do you have some of these?" He held up a foot.

I did and happened to know where they were so I put them on. I still didn't feel comfortable going over without a shirt. I had no idea what he meant when he said, "we" don't wear shirts.

When Al opened the door and ushered me in I found out. Annie and Andrea were in the kitchen making hamburgers. Annie was frying and Andrea was preparing the trimmings: cutting onion, preparing lettuce, setting out condiments and pouring drinks. 

Both were naked.

Al introduced me and said while we were eating he would explain why his wife and daughter were naked. I said I thought maybe they were nudists. 

Al laughed and said, 'That might be a reasonable assumption".

He just stood there looking at them and so I did too. Annie was in her forties, I guessed, she seemed to be in good shape. She had a trim figure, a little cellulite around the tops of her legs. Her breasts were full with just a little drop to them. Her legs looked long and firm. She probably walked a lot or exercised. Her tummy had a little excess fat. Her nipples were firm and pointed, as might be expected being exposed to a stranger suddenly. She looked very good and the only thing I could see missing was pubic hair. She was bald, just the way I like it.

Andrea was what I might have expected after seeing Annie. She was a younger image. He breasts were not quite as big and firmer. He butt was firmer. Her tummy was firmer. She had bigger areola and longer nipples. She was blond and it may have been natural but you could not tell from her pubic area because she also was bald. 

Annie's cunt lips were a bit spread as a woman with much and probably constant sexual experience might be. Andrea was tight and with just a slit showing. Annie's clit hood was just peeking out of the top of her opening. Andrea was for the most part a younger Annie.

My first thought was that this was a nudist family but his answer when I first mentioned it didn't sound like that was quite right. Also these women were very uncomfortable with me seeing them naked. They were too busy with their tasks at hand to try to cover as most women would do if caught suddenly and unexpectedly naked. 

I decided to just wait for the explanation promised.

We sat down and ate. As we went through the meal Al told me what was going on. He said that Annie and Andrea had complained about the vacations he always took them on. He admitted that they usually went where he wanted because in his words, "I pay the bills". That didn't sound fair to me but different families do things in different ways.

He had asked them what they would do to earn the kind of vacation they wanted. They said for him to decide. He said he would think it over. He had made them promise to do whatever he asked and they had agreed. They didn't expect him to get too carried away. He did.

Well, they thought he did. When he saw my moving truck arrive and then leave with only me there, he had an idea. He told them that until my family arrived, they were to go naked and make contact with me as much as possible. He said that was a small price to pay. Of course what he did not know was that my family would be non-existent. Not that he cared. He was getting some chance to humiliate them, just for kicks. He did mention he had not seen Andrea naked since she was about six years old. 

So here we were having dinner with them naked and Al and I almost naked. They had no idea how naked I was since I don't wear underwear and they saw only street shorts. After we talked a while, I said I really appreciated the food and the company but since the next day was probably a work day for them and I had to do a lot of cleaning and unpacking that day, I had better go and we could all get some rest.

I offered to help with the dishes but the ladies told me they could take care of it. I think they felt sufficiently exposed and wanted me away from them. Andrea was suffering enough by having just her daddy see her naked and fully developed. 

Just as I was about to go out the door, Al asked, "Did you say you had a lot of cleaning and unpacking to do tomorrow?"

I said I did.

He said, "Well, Annie and I have to work tomorrow but Andrea will be glad to come over and help you. She's good at cleaning. We leave for work about 8:00 a.m. Would that be too early for her to come over?"

I could see the shock on her face. She had been behind him clearing the table and she stopped dead what she was doing.

I said, "That will be fine as long as it is okay with her" She had come up next to him and started to say something but apparently felt better about it. 

Al turned to her and said, "You are to remain naked all day and you are to do exactly what Roger says, no matter what. Do you understand?" 

She just nodded although I think I saw tears forming in her eyes. I intended to treat this girl very, very nice. I hoped to make her glad she was with me all day instead of with him.

The next morning I was up early. I had surveyed the "damage" before going to bed and knew I had a lot of work to do to get things in reasonable order. When I got up I turned the heat up a little. It was late May and one of those cool winds had picked up in the night. It was going to be warm but the morning air was chilled.

I heard vehicles starting and driving away. Almost simultaneously there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door there stood a naked, shivering Andrea. 

I said, "Get in here. It's cold out there this morning. Come with me."

I led her to my bedroom. I had just slid the chest of drawers up against one wall and put the drawers in. I had seen a pair of sweats, shirt and pants, and pulled them out.

"Put these on."

She said, "Dad said I had to be naked all day with you."

I told her, "He also said you were to do 'exactly what' I say, also. So I say put on the sweats. When it gets warm we will both get naked. I didn't tell your folks I'm a nudist." I was wearing shorts and a long sleeved tee but had been in the warm house.

She was very appreciative. I had put some coffee on and offered her some. I had found three chairs and a card table. The main table was visible but not where I could get to it. She accepted the coffee and we sat down to drink. 

While we were having our coffee, I went over the things I wanted to accomplish. I asked her opinion about how to proceed. She suggested that since I wanted to get things out of boxes, we should have some contact paper to line the kitchen shelves. I thought that was a good idea. 

I suggested we go to the local hardware store and get the paper along with some other supplies, then come back and work on it. 

She said, "My dad goes into that store frequently. If he sees me in there with clothes on he may object. Maybe I should just stay here."

"If you want to go, you can just stay in the car. It's up to you. Anybody walking by may see you."

"That's a little scary. I've never been nude outside except to come over here this morning. I'm afraid to really be seen by anyone when I'm naked."

"I have a quilt in the car. You can hold it and cover yourself if you need to do so."

She decided that was a good option. I warmed the car and we got in and left. Since we were the only houses on the street getting to the car was no problem.

I drove to the store and parked in the lot. I had made a list and went into the store. Andrea stayed in the car with her "security blanket". 

When I came back out she was covered with the quilt but her face was really red. She was laughing but her face was red.

"What happened?", I ask.

"Did you see my dad?"

"No, did he catch you?"

"No but I saw him going into the store and was so distracted I didn't see the guy that walked by the car. He stopped and tapped on the glass. Then he gave me a big grin as I grabbed the quilt and covered myself. Daddy didn't bust me but that guy did. I hope I never see him again."

We drove back to the house. Andrea was already naked and I got naked. Then we went to work.

I said I should have gotten a ladder. The top shelves were a bit too high for me to reach them to clean and apply the paper. If I got on the counter, I would be too tall and bang my head on the ceiling. 

Andrea said, "I can do that. If you will steady me so I don't fall. I have a little bit of acrophobia." She pushed her butt up on the counter and stood up. I stood below her holding her legs. What a view!

I was looking straight up her naked body. Her breasts were larger and fuller than had registered with me. I'm not a big breast man. Let me rephrase that. I'm not big on breasts but these were really pleasing, especially from below. I was also looking up at her cute little cunt. She had her legs slightly spread for steadiness and that opened the cunt lips just a little. 

She suddenly realized where she was in relationship to where I was. This was a special red face at which I was looking. I liked her understated verbal expression.

"Oh, my!"

I said, "I really look up to you for doing my top shelves". Then I laughed. "I guess you'll have to do all of them while I hand you supplies, as long as you're up there. In fact, I may not let you down".

She said, "I didn't think about this".

"Don't worry about it. I like it and you have a body to be very proud of."

We went on with our work but I noticed a bit of moisture at her pussy lips. I think she was getting a little turned on with being exposed as she was. 

Suddenly there was a trickle running out. I could not resist.

"Do you need to pee or do you just need a paper towel to blot?'

She said, "What!?"

I said, "There is something running down your leg. Can you feel it? Are you getting a bit turned on from exposing yourself?"

Now she was really embarrassed. I told her to hold on tight and I went into the bathroom. I had found some towels and washcloths the night before. I dampened a wash cloth and took it to her along with a hand towel.

I returned, handing her the cloth, without comment.

She said, "Can you turn away, please?"

I said, "That wouldn't be any fun. Go ahead and blot yourself. We have a lot to go so there will be more".

She kind of turned sideways and parted her legs enough to wipe herself. Then took the towel from me and dried. She laughed and dropped the towel over my head. I shook her leg and she yelped, thinking she was falling.

I guess our little exchange and my bringing her attention to her dilemma just "primed the pump". She became wetter and wetter to the point her wetness was running down her leg. I didn't know a woman could get that wet. 

After about half the top shelves were done, I told her she needed to come down for a while. She squatted and I took hold under her armpits and lifted her down. When her feet hit the floor her arms went around my neck and I got a big hug.

She apologized for her "problem".

I said, "I will give you some help with that".

I lifted her and carried her the kitchen table we had dug out to hold our supplies while we worked. I lay her back on the table and spread her legs. I told her I would clean her up and I did. 

I licked up and down and inside. Eventually I concentrated on her clit and she had a massive orgasm. 

"Did that do the trick or do you need more?"

She replied, "I think I could use just a little bit more".

So I went down on her again and this time she had a lighter orgasm. I came up smiling and so did she.

"I like this going naked," she said. Then, "Do you need to be taken care of?"

I said, "I'm not the one who was dripping all over their spotter's face."

That got me hit. She could take a joke and so we began to really become buddies.

She said, "Let's have lunch, then we can do the rest of the top shelves. The benefits on this job are great."

She took me by the hand and said we were going to her house for lunch. I stopped her and suggested we order pizza delivered and she could open the door for the delivery guy. She vetoed that so we went to her house and she fixed lunch.

She asked me if I wanted more than one sandwich. I told her I had already eaten so just one would be enough. She hit me.

After we ate, we went back to my house and to work. She said, "I'm ready to finish the top shelves, if you are ready to take care of me so I don't fall . . . and stuff."

I helped her up and we resumed. She finished the last of the top shelves and sure enough she had gotten wet. 

I said, "Well, I kept you from falling".

She said, "Now it's time for stuff".

On her own she hopped up on the table and laid back and spread her legs.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

She laughed and said, "Almost". 

"Almost?! Can you explain that? Is that anything like being 'kind of a virgin?"

She kept laughing and told me her story. When she was a sophomore in high school she and some of the other girls decided they should no longer be virgins. With no protection, four girls got together with four boys, who also claimed to be virgins. They went for a hike one Saturday. The girls made the boys jerk off first thinking that would drain them of their ability to cum. Without removing their clothes, the boys entered the girls, with unzipped pants and panties pulled aside. The boys pumped a few times. Each boy tried out each girl. They didn't cum, boys or girls, and since it didn't hurt, she wasn't sure she was no longer a virgin. A couple of the girls did bleed some.

In college they had dildos and played with them regularly. She had deep penetration and a number of orgasms. It wasn't until she was a senior that someone actually made her cum because she had no idea about a clit or the possibility of a g-spot.

"Okay, so what do you want for 'stuff', a tongue or penetration?"

She asked, "Do you have any condoms?"

"No but I also don't have any diseases and I have had a vasectomy. I assume you are not on the pill."

"You're sure?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Don't you admit you want to fuck me?"

I ignored that and said, "Make up your mind?"

"I like your tongue."

"Chicken!" I went down on her and when it seemed she was going to cum, I backed off. She raised her head and looked at me with a big question mark on her face. 

"Oh, you want more?"

"You rat. Are you holding out for me to let you fuck me?"

I just laughed and went back to eating her. I made her cum and then I made her cum again. I paused and then went at her again. 

"Oh, no more. No more. I can't take another one."

I pulled her up to a sitting position and gave her a big hug.

"You are a lot of fun," I told her. "How do you feel?"

"I feel great. My dad is a great dad. I didn't want to come over here today and he made me. Now I don't want to go home."

We decided we had enough working for one day on shelving and stopped. She helped me empty boxes as we found places to put thing. There were hanging clothes. They were empty. There were clothes to put in drawers. My drawers were clean because as I packed boxes, I cleaned the empty drawers. I showed her where and she refolded those that had become mussed and put them in their place. (Periodically, she put me in my place. This girl was full of fun.) 

There was no more shyness and you would never know we weren't fully dressed. I had lots of experience with nudity, at beaches and resorts, so I had no adjustment to make. She adjusted nicely. There was a loss of sexual tension between us and we were soon friends. When we got ready for sex, we worked our way up to it. That day there was only one more episode of me giving and her receiving. She felt for the first time what it was like to have sex with a live, warm person instead of a scared boy or a cold vibrator. I think she liked it. I had no problem being the supplier. I'm very giving.

Late in the afternoon, we heard two cars and knew her parents were home. She said she wanted to stay with me until they came to get her. She thought her dad would get her mother naked and send her over for me or maybe he would come along so he could see us being humiliated. That made her giggle because as far as she was concerned any possible humiliation was over.

They came over together. She was right. Her mother was naked and red faced. They knocked but came in on their own since the door was open and just a screen was in place to keep flies out. This was a rural area. 

We had discussed having intercourse on the couch when they arrived but decided not to do so. There were two reasons: daddy had a history of heart trouble and we could not uncover the couch as yet. I had located my recliner and had it sitting in the middle of the living room. So, we settled for her sitting naked on my naked lap, smooching gently. We set our mental timer for when we heard the sound of footsteps on gravel and got into our smooch positions.




Neighbors



I'm not sure they were not as shocked by the smooch routine as they would have been had we been fucking. Here they thought poor Andrea would be suffering this humiliation of being naked all day in front of a stranger and instead found she was happy as a lark, assuming larks are happy, what being out in all that foul weather.

Annie had her hand over her mouth but then said, "I thought maybe you would have dinner ready for us when we got home."

Andrea said, "Well, we have been kind of busy".

"Yes, I can see that."

I made an offer. "I'll order pizza if we can have it delivered to your house. You can see we have no place to sit here unless we all sat on the floor or on my bed."

Al said that was a good idea, the one about eating at their house. He said he had no opportunity to expose Annie so she could answer the door.

Andrea had a question for her daddy. "Why didn't you take her to the hardware store with you today, daddy. I was there, naked, and I saw you go in."

"You were naked at the hardware store?" We heard that almost in stereo as both mother and dad expressed astonishment. 

"Yes, I stayed in the car and had a quilt in case of emergency but you caused me trouble." She spoke to her daddy.

"How did I cause you trouble?"

"I was watching you go into the store and some guy walked by the car, saw me naked, and tapped on the glass. He just grinned at me and went on. I grabbed my security quilt and covered myself. It was funny."

While they fussed I called the pizza place. While I was on the line I interrupted them and found out what kind of pizza to order. I placed the order and we walked across the lawns to their house.

Al was the only one not naked and when he was challenged by Annie he made it clear he was not going to get naked. 

While we waited for the food, Andrea and I told what work we had gotten done during the day and how well we got along. Al and Annie didn't have to know about our table adventures. We would look at each other and laugh at times when skipping periods of time. 

When the pizza man rang the bell, Andrea yelled she would get it. Al yelled that Annie was supposed to get it. Annie didn't want to but Al made her do it. 

She opened the door tentatively but Al stepped up behind her and pulled it open vigorously. The pizza guy acted like it happened all the time and stepped inside. When he saw Andrea standing there naked and me sitting there naked, he did kind of a double take and turned to Al.

"What's with you?"

Al said, "Mind your business". Then he laughed. "These people are crazy. I'm the only one who knows people are supposed to wear clothes."

The pizza guy said, "I think they've got it right".

When the kidding was over and the guy left, Annie announced she had cut the pie and we had better come and get it. We did. Several times. 

Al wanted to know what they could do to expose Annie more so she would have to pay for her vacation choice. He said he was giving up on Andrea because she seemed to like being naked. He hadn't planned on that. 

I said, "Expose her a couple more times and she won't care anymore".

Annie doubted that but said, "Andrea certainly seems relaxed and beyond care".

Al said, "She's just gotten used to being seen by Roger and me. It would be different if she was out among strangers".

Andrea said, "You're probably right, daddy". She was facing her parents and back sitting on my lap. She had two fingers in her cunt. She pulled them out and put them to my mouth. 

"Lick!" I don't think she was conscious of what she was doing. As I licked, her mother just about passed out.

"Andrea! What are you doing?"

Andrea suddenly became aware of her actions and turned bright red. She got up off my lap and went to sit on a chair by herself. I laughed hard and her dad joined in. Mom was in total shock.

"Shall you tell them or should I?, I said. 

"Roger and I had a little innocent fun while we were working. He has already tasted, direct from the source. No big deal. Well, actually it was a big deal; I loved it. I loved it about five times." Then she giggled.

Al said the only thing he could think of would be to take the ladies to the mall, skimpily dressed and get them to flash someone. 

I asked if they still had any of the clothes Andrea wore when she was ten or more years younger. They might be tight and revealing. 

Annie said there were some in an old trunk. The skirts were cute and had a wide hem. She had meant to let them out but never got to it. She said she could let them but they would be way too short until she did.

I said, "I think that's what we are looking for. Let's see them".

Annie and Andrea went looking. They came back with lots of clothes. They had found the trunk and a couple of suitcases with old clothes in them.

Annie said, "I intended to give these to Goodwill but we bought this house and moved in such a hurry I just brought them to give away here. I forgot them".

As they were taking them out of their containers, they were having a good laugh. Here was Annie and Andrea, stark naked, and laughing as they pulled clothes out and looked at them. So now, not only had Andrea become comfortable with me but it seemed Annie didn't care either. 

I brought this observation to Al's attention. He smiled and said I was right. We both had a chuckle.

"It isn't much of a price to pay when they like paying the price so much." He agreed.

Annie said, "It won't take me long to let these out some".

I said, "Try them on as they are".

She said, "They are going to be too small".

"Squeeze into them. Al and I want to see them as they are. No underwear, please."

"Oh, I see where you're going with this."

"'bout time! You don't even have to leave the room."

"What? Oh. Okay, I guess there is no reason to go anywhere to dress."

Andrea said, "These are really small. I'm afraid the intention is for us to be exposed somewhere".

I said, "You are so smart, girl".

Al and I had them try on a number of outfits. We found some that no doubt should have been given to charity, for use by younger, smaller girls. We decided they were perfect. We chose, he for Annie; and I chose for Andrea. They were told to put them back on, we had seen them once, and get ready to go out. No underwear and high heeled shoes. 

The ladies put on their clothes and were both appalled and giggling. There was quite a bit of skin showing. 

"Would you rather go to the movies or to a night club?", Al asked.

The girls opted for the movies. Al and I went for the night club. We won because that was the deal for the vacation of their choice.

We actually went to a slightly more upscale bar than the blue collar bars more abundant around town. It had a dance floor and that is what we were after. We skipped the slow dances and took the ladies out for the hot, high steppin' dances. 

I first asked Annie to dance. She didn't want to but knew she had to do it. She was wearing a dress Andrea had worn when she was still in high school. She had grown a little since she could wear the dress of an eighteen year old modestly. She was hanging out a little several places, especially at the bottom rear and the top. It had buttons from the neck to the waist. However, we made a rule on the way to the bar that only the bottom two could be buttoned. That meant the dress was open to just below the nipples and a lot of beautiful, clear flesh was on display. I made it worse by occasionally bumping between her breasts with my hands. One or the other popped out. Of course, her nipples were hard.

This attracted a lot of attention but not as much as when I took Andrea out. (Al said he didn't dance.) She wasn't coming out of her dress quite as much as Annie but she was younger and more energetic. She was also in a bit of a show off mood. She said since she was there, and felt safe with Al and I there, and she didn't think she knew a single person in the place, she might as well have some fun.

She danced with abandon and soon was the center of attention. The dress she was wearing also buttoned to the waist and had an almost full skirt. I soon had it unbuttoned to the waist and her breasts were in full view. There was a belt, covered with the same material as the dress. I undid the belt and pulled it from the two thread loops, one on each side. I pulled the shoulders of the dress off her shoulders and the top began to slide down her arms. As the dress slid down her arms, all the dress started to slide down her body. I hugged her, pinning her arms to her side. Then as I let her go, the sleeves had her arms almost pinned to her sides because the whole top of the dress had dropped to her elbows. 

At this point the skirt of the dress was almost dragging the floor. She was so caught up in her dancing she had not really realized the extent of her loss of clothing. I leaned in to her and whispered:

"You might as well extend your arms straight down and let the rest of the dress fall. You can't pull it up and I'm not going to help you. You are lovely and these people want to see all of you."

She wasn't ready for that. I had my hands on her arms above the sleeves and was applying pressure down on the dress. She got hold of the skirt and was holding on. I slipped my hands onto her sides and continued to pressure the dress down. She held on tight.

I pushed my thumbs under her breasts and when I slid them down her body, it tickled. She squirmed, then she giggled, then she twisted and she wriggled. She lost the grip on her dress and down it went all the way to the floor. She was already red from the exuberance of her dance so it was hard to tell her emotion about suddenly being totally naked in a crowd.

There were probably forty to fifty people in the bar. Since it was a dance place there were about an equal number of men and women. They had crowded around and against the dance floor. They were all watching Andrea. I was just a prop.

I took Andrea's hands and moved her around so she had to move her feet. An astute middle aged woman quickly grabbed Andrea's dress and concealed it behind her. She moved back into the crowd a little so the dress would be totally out of the possible view of Andrea. One guy tried to cut in and dance with her but I told him that under the circumstances I would be the only one close to her. 

The music kept going almost as if someone allowed it to stop, the party would be over. The party was all about seeing the naked Andrea dance. She looked like she was wanting a way to escape but there was none. Someone said, "I hope the cops don't come". Someone else said, "They locked the doors".

After one more dance number, I said, "She's getting tired. We have to have a break. Maybe one of these other attractive ladies would like to take her place for a couple of numbers".

The crowd was very polite. They parted and we went back to our table where Al and Annie were waiting. They had gotten up to see the exhibition Andrea was putting on. We sat down and the bar maid appeared with drinks for all.

"On the house," was all she said. She grinned though and had eyes for Andrea. There were a couple of girls dancing on a raised portion of the floor and while they would flash some they were not naked. The crowd had drifted apart but several men, women and couples came by and had kind words for Andrea. 

I said, "I think Andrea has bought her part of the vacation tickets already, don't you think so Al?"

He was on the spot. I could tell he wanted to squeeze more but didn't think he could justify it. "Yeah, I guess so."

So I made Annie's day by saying, "Hey, cheer up, you still have Annie to kick around. Speaking of kicks, you can get your jollies by getting her to pay for her ticket". Boy did that get me a nasty look from mom.

A couple came by and asked Andrea if she was going to dance again. She said she was all worn out and needed to get home and to sleep. I took that as a cue and stood up. "Let's go!"

Andrea asked, "What happened to my dress?"

We looked around but it was not there. I had seen the woman pick it up from the floor but it didn't really register what she looked like. I thought when I saw it that she would probably just hide it from Andrea's eyes and maybe take it to our table. It was not anywhere we could see and Andrea was naked. 

It was like she had forgotten she was naked. She suddenly started sitting hunched over with her arms around her breasts and her head almost on the table. 

I pulled my shirt off and put it over her shoulders and said, "Come on, we are leaving". She got up and I pulled the back down enough to cover her butt. I turned her around and buttoned the front all the way down. I told her to hold the front in place and it would look like a very short dress. 

It was just after midnight so there was still quite a bit of traffic so it took us until almost one o'clock to get home. I apologized to Andrea for getting her naked and said it probably wasn't a good idea. Then I said, "Good night, I'll see you all tomorrow".

Andrea said, "Don't feel bad about stripping me. It was fun at the time and I don't expect I have suffered any damage, except . . . " She looked at me.

"What?"

"I expected to go home with you tonight."

This was a bit of a surprise. I turned my back on her, bent over with my arms out to my side and said, "Hop on board". She did and I gave her a piggy back ride to my house. As we went she said good night to her parents and I echoed that. They just stood there with their mouths open.

When we got to my house she took my shirt off, draped it over my head and disappeared. When I got my eyesight back she was gone. I went to the bedroom and she was under the covers. She only said one thing,

"I'm going to sleep. We can fuck in the morning."



Neighbors



He had not noticed that there was a sliver of sunlight each late afternoon in his patio. There was a tall stone wall around it and had assumed no one could see him. He loved masturbating on the recliner out there in late afternoons and did so at least twice a week.

He was twenty-two years old and had just started his first job, he was a teacher. His home was ample for him and his job was just five miles away although not in his schools attendance zone. 

An older teacher had advised him to seek a home away from kids likely to come to his home trick or treating. She had suggested her complex, he was now her neighbor.

She was in her early thirties, married and divorced in less than a year before she was twenty. 

She dated at times but most of those dates had been with women. 

It had been several years since she had fucked a man. 

She was not unfriendly however she was very reserved. She thought of her neighbor as a fine kid and liked him. 

He was even more reserved than she was.

It started innocently enough. She was watering her potted plants when she heard him grunt. She was worried he had hurt himself and looked through the small sliver of a crack on the wall between their patios. 

She knew it was there because her previous neighbors had been a young couple and they had chiseled it out so she could watch them fuck.

She had done that often.

What she saw that afternoon was the young man ejaculating. She was fascinated by the amount of cum being ejected by his cock. When he was done he did not glance in her direction. 

She smiled as she realized he did not know he could be seen.

Her previous neighbors always looked at the wall and at times walked up to it to see if she was playing with herself but she had already had her orgasm by then so they never saw anything other than a naked woman.

She did seduce the wife and the women secretly fucked at times for the two years they were neighbors.

That day she tried to dismiss the picture in her head of her new neighbor's erupting volcano but ended up masturbating to that mental image twice. 

She resumed her habit of looking to the other patio when she was out in her own and was treated to the masturbation show often. 

It did not take him long to ejaculate so she ended up doing what the previous neighbors had hope she would do and masturbated on her own lounger.

He remained oblivious he had an audience until one afternoon that sliver of sunlight hit his eyes as he began to masturbate. He was about to move the recliner when the light disappeared so he stayed and masturbated. Soon after he was done the light returned and he thought a passing cloud had been his benefactor. He did not check the wall. 

Two days later it happened again and after the sliver of light returned it occurred to him that a cloud being in the same place at the same time and at the same angle was very unlikely. He checked the wall and found the crack. He looked through and saw her masturbating on her recliner.

His cock recovered quickly and he resumed masturbating. 

As her orgasm hit she thought she heard a grunt. She managed to keep from looking towards the wall even though her body shuddered at the prospect he had watched her.

Five minutes later she had calmed and smiled, he though she was sexy enough to masturbate a second time for her. She liked that.

She masturbated again.

That episode became the norm for both but now she would give him time to recover and delayed her masturbation by caressing her tits first. She could hear him sigh.

They extended the game into most of Saturdays and each remained naked on their own patio those days.

On some Saturday mornings she would notice that the sliver of light was in her patio and she waited until it was suddenly obscured before masturbating. She could hear his grunts

They usually got home from work at the same time. They nodded and sometimes said hello but usually rushed in to play their game. 

He knew she watched him masturbate. 

She knew he watched her masturbate.

Both loved their game.

They were soon relaxed around each other and at ease with the knowledge that the other had often watched their self-sex pleasure and began to have short conversations by their cars before hurrying to their patios.

A few months later on one afternoon she asked him to help her get a new lounger and a small table into her patio. He did but made no comment other than blush and get an erection. She noticed both.

As soon as the items were placed to her liking she grinned and said, "This one is for you if you decide you would like company while you take in the sun."

He was stunned, paralyzed. The fact that she was already taking her clothes off did not help him any. She was soon naked on her recliner caressing her tits. Like a zombie he undressed and sat on the other recliner.

She had the recliners facing each other on either side of the low table. She had placed two hand towels on it. He needed one soon, he erupted less than thirty seconds after he started to masturbate.

"Get us each a beer from the fridge please," she said.

He jumped up and did that and when he settled back down his cock had already stopped deflating well before it had become flaccid. They drank their beer and drank in each other's nude body with their eyes then watched each other masturbate. Both were too excited for it to last long but they reached their climax at nearly the same time. They finished their beers in silence as they smiled at each other.

"I need a shower," she said as she stood. "We can do this about once a week don't you think?"

He was still incapable of speech so he just nodded yes vigorously as he put on his pants.

"Thank you, it was fun," she said to him as he left her home.

Again he just nodded vigorously.

They tried the sliver view the next day but each realized that would never work again. She sealed the sliver but told him she would before he panicked.

As they got out of their cars the following week she said to him, 

"We will be in my patio on just Tuesdays and Thursdays afternoon for a while. I have a night class Mondays and Wednesdays. That was why I was not here yesterday. We will leave Fridays open in case either of us has a date. Saturday mornings are dependent on the errands we have to run.

Today is Tuesday. Just come in when you are ready."

He was there as she walked nude out to her lounger. He was wearing gym shorts but took them off before he went outside.

"Go ahead and do you first, we will then do the second together," she told him.

He managed to hold on for two minutes before ejaculating. Some off his sperm landed on her thigh but before he panicked she smiled at him and began to play with her tits. 

He resumed masturbating and lasted to her second orgasm.

Both were very pleased. Each needed a towel and he noticed she wiped his cum off her thigh last.

They got up and she walked him to the door naked. He had put on his shorts.

"Thursday," she said.

He nodded with a grin.

The following Thursday she began when he did. He had an orgasm and continued then she had an orgasm and continued. She had two more before he had his second. 

One benefit of being together was they could hear the sounds. She moaned softly as her orgasm hit which he loved. She could hear his hand punish is cock.

They could also smell the sex, that aroma was intoxicating for each of them.

Both were exhausted. She had three blobs of cum on her one of which was on her pubic mound.

She knew he was aiming at her but enjoyed it too much to suggest he aim elsewhere. 

He noticed she had not toweled off her pubic mound when he left.

He had also noted that a finger rarely penetrated her pussy as she masturbated. He went in search of female masturbations on the Internet and was astonished to learn that a woman's pleasure center was not inside her pussy but just above the entrance. Going in and out of the pussy was apparently a pause in the masturbation and that going side to side above it was the actual pursuit of pleasure.

Neither had a date that Friday night but she decided to join her workmates for happy hour. Their adventures had somehow made her more social.

In fact she suggested he do the same with his workmates. 

They played Saturday afternoon and again on Tuesday. He was getting more and more of his cum on her and she seemed to be enjoying it more. 

The following Thursday they touched for the first time. A blob of cum had landed on a tit and as he went by to get them beers he licked it off. She had caressed his ass as he did.

They shared a quick kiss at her door before he left. 

On Saturday both returned from their errands at eleven-thirty.

"I'll fix us lunch," she said.

They ate in the patio while naked and had their first real conversation. 

Each admitted their game was the best part of their lives. 

Each admitted they were not looking elsewhere. 

She made a point to note that she was eleven years older than he.

"I don't feel the difference," he said.

She blushed.

By the time they finished lunch each had forgotten they were naked but neither could take their eyes of the other's nude body. 

He had an erection all through lunch. 

They put away the dishes and got a beer then returned to the loungers. Each was hesitant to start; they did not want to separate too soon,

She eventually said, "You can stay until dark. You do not need to leave after we finish the first time."

He grinned and grabbed his cock as she slid her hand between her legs. She had an orgasm almost immediately. 

As his cum approached he stood next to her and covered her tits with sperm. She had another orgasm. Both paused and stared at each other until she said, "Kiss me."

He leaned over her and gave her a long soft kiss. A drop of cum had fallen on her neck. He bent down and kissed it then licked it off. 

She resumed masturbating and he was now licking then kissing her cum covered tits. She groaned and was soon on her third orgasm. He kissed her lips again then returned to his recliner.

He looked at her with a serious expression before he said, "You do know I'm gay."

"Yes, I know. And you know I am too. But I don't mind admitting I love what we are doing."

"Good, I do too and was hoping I was not disappointing you."

"Not in the least and we may even be able to push things a little further. I loved your kiss by the way, feel free to kiss me anytime."

He smiled and sat on the edge or her recliner and kissed her again. She moved one of his hands to a breast. He began alternating kisses to her lips and her breast as she resumed masturbating. When her orgasm hit he slid his tongue between her lips.

As she recovered he caressed her body from her pubic mound to her tits. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his touch. 

She reached for his cock and found it alert, he moaned when she began to slowly masturbate him. He soon erupted all over her body which made her moan. 

He again kissed and licked her clean.

They rested and talked for about an hour as they drank a second beer. They shared their lives story and each noted that the only interesting part of their lives was their choice of preferred sex partners and their game. 

They obviously liked each other and enjoyed the other's company. Their last masturbation late that afternoon was leisurely as was their goodbye kiss.

The following Tuesday there was a lot of kissing before they began and after they were done and that also was true for Thursday.

He kissed her tits and she caressed his cock as he left her home.

That next Saturday she took away table between the recliners and they began with their thighs in contact. She reached over and took his cock in her hand. He reached for her pussy but she said, "Later after you cum."

She kept her eyes on his cock as she masturbated him until he kissed her as he began to ejaculate. She aimed his cock at her pussy. 

Before she had released his cock he quickly reached for her treasure and began to masturbate her but she needed to stop him and give him lessons, he was apparently new at pleasing women and was too eager and too heavy handed. 

Soon he became skilled enough to bring her to two orgasms and was obviously very proud he could do so. She masturbated him to another orgasm and he licked and kissed her cum covered pussy.

She kept the recliners abutting for their Tuesday/Thursday sessions and again masturbated each other. There was a lot of kissing both days.

She again fixed lunch for them that next Saturday morning and after they put the dishes away she masturbated him slowly and intermittently as they drank their beer. He caressed her pussy. She had decided to see if she could extend the time before his first cum and was very successful, he lasted over fifteen minutes before he erupted over her tits and face.

He decided to return the favor and caressed her pussy as he kissed and licked all the cum off her body. It was twenty minutes before she had her first orgasm and thirty seconds before she had her second.

After that second orgasm she grabbed his still slumbering cock as he inserted a finger then a second into her pussy. She moaned.

A clap of thunder and rain interrupted their kiss and they ran into the house just as a deluge began. It was just past three in the afternoon and neither wanted to separate just yet so she led him to her shower and got them clean then got them in her bed and they took a nap. 

Less than an hour later he woke up with his cock in her mouth.

"I never have seen the attraction of sucking cock but just learned it's OK, nearly pleasant. I would never like my mouth full of cum but I can do this for you every once in a while.... if you eat my pussy." 

He smiled and moved her over him for a sixty-nine. It took each a bit of time to get in sync but when they did both enjoyed what they were doing and what was being done to them. 

She had an orgasm and he learned first hand he was fine with the taste of pussy fluids.

He warned her that he was about to cum but she kept on sucking his dick until he was empty.

She slid around and kissed him with her mouth full of cum. He eagerly cleaned her mouth with his tongue but the kiss slowly became soft and gentle. 

His still mostly stiff cock had slid into her pussy when she turned to kiss him. He suspected it had not been an accident. He was right.

Several minutes and many kisses later they noticed his cock had ceased its retreat and was quickly growing into her pussy. Their kisses intensified as she adjusted her position to get more of his cock in her. Three minutes later she began the fuck.

Both had already been sexually satiated so it was a leisurely fuck. The kiss returned to sweet and gentle.

"Are you OK with this?" she asked.

"Yes, very much so. Are you?"

"I love it."

After several minutes of kissing she increased the pace and the passion of the fuck until she was overcome by an orgasm. She gave him a voracious kiss and twenty seconds later intensified the fuck further and had another orgasm as he filled her pussy with cum. 

She remained draped over his body for a while then she said, "Well, we are fuck buddies now."

A longish silence later he said, "I love you."

"What?"

"I love you. Have been in love with you since before I came to your home. I will not pester you about it but I feel you need to know. 

I would prefer wife to fuck buddy but whatever you give me will be fine."

He kissed her and she felt his love in the kiss. 

Tears began to fall when she realized he had just asked her to marry him.

She sat up and looked at him. She realized marriage would never work. The age difference and the fact both were gay would quickly put an end to it. 

But his cock was still in her and she realized that at that moment she was as happy as she had ever been. She had never felt more of a woman than she did right then.

"Well, I guess living together for a while wouldn't hurt. Your place is bigger than mine and has a second bedroom. I could move in there."

"Now would be a good time to do that," he said.

That day they learned that they loved sharing a shower and sharing a bed. They also learned they were the perfect ages for sex partners. They had moved her into his home completely and her stuff had fit seamlessly with his few things. His second bedroom had been empty. They thought they were too exhausted to fuck that night yet they managed to enjoy one more fuck before going to sleep.

Their Saturdays and summers began with a fuck before getting out of bed, then another on the kitchen table after breakfast before going out to do their errands. 

They would then go out to the patio and play their game before returning to bed for a session of sixty nine which was followed by another fuck.

After dinner they would do homework then go watch TV for a while. They would lay on the sofa with her on top and enjoy his cock grow into her pussy as they watched TV. Once his cock was hard she would fuck him during commercials for the rest of the evening through the news. She would enjoy an occasional orgasm but he saved his for bed.

In bed he would fuck her to Mars and to several orgasms until he filled her up with cum. She would have one more orgasm as he ate his cum from her pussy.

She had given the new arrangement three months survival time. Three years later she gave it another four years. 

They never did marry but lived together the rest of their lives. 

She ate the occasional pussy and he sucked the rare cock but they were simply a loving couple. They soon found themselves with close friends that never questioned their relationship.

Then they met some aliens and their town moved.



Neighbors



Cole and Jennifer had been married about 6 months when Alice and Roy moved in next door. Roy worked as a long haul driver and was gone for weeks at a time, leaving Alice alone much of the time. When they moved in Cole and Jenni had been nice in welcoming them to the neighborhood. That was nearly three years and a divorce ago. Over the years Cole and Jenni had become good friends with Alice. The women were closer than most sisters and that fact alone helped Alice through the heartbreak of her divorce. Turns out that Roy loved lot lizards more than he loved Alice. 

DING DONG

"Ali," Jennifer said as she opened the door in her housecoat. "How many times have I told you that you don't have to ring the bell?"

"I know Jenni, but old habits and all," Alice replied. 

"I was just about to go out back and get some sun," she told Alice. "Care to join me?" 

"Awefully neighborly of ya," Alice replied in her best redneck accent. With that the two women were giggling like school girls as they walked through the house and into the secluded back yard. Setting on the patio were two lounge chairs that the women used to tan with a short table between. On the table were two empty glasses, upside down on coasters.

"I'll be right back. I forgot to grab the tea," Jenni said. 

While Jennifer was in the house Alice slid out of her shorts and T-shirt, placing them neatly under the lawn chair. As she was laying out the towel on the chair Jennifer came back with the pitcher of ice tea and set it on the table after filling both cups. She then took off her robe and tossed it onto one of the patio chairs before laying out a towel on her lawn chair and laying down.

"You know Alice, one of these days you are going to join me in nude sun bathing." Jennifer snickered.

"Uh huh," Alice replied with a grin. "And knowing my luck that will be the day that Cole comes home early. Thank you, but no thank you."

"Besides that," she continued, "I have no desire to be the cause of him to philander. I care about you guys too much for that." 

At that Jennifer started howling with laugher. 

Alice sat up and looked at Jenni. "Umm, what was the joke and how did I miss the punchline?"

"Oh my god, oh my god. I can't breathe," Jenni said between outbursts of laughter. "That man wouldn't look else where for sex unless I forced him to, and even then I'd probably have to stand there and keep telling him it was ok."

"Yeah, I see what you mean sis." And with that Alice started laughing too. "Aww fuck it. What's that old saying? If ya can't beat 'em, join em." 

And with that Alice stripped off her bikini and lay back enjoying the warm breeze upon her entire body.

"Damn sis, now I understand why you do this. The warm air caressing my body like this... It's... amazing," Alice admitted.

And just like that the two women lay there for the afternoon. Rolling over every so often making sure to get an even tan. And as Fate would have it, that WAS the day that Cole came home early. Knowing that his wife was more than likely sunning herself out back he went up to the bedroom and undressed before walking out to join her. 

He saw that she was laying on her stomach with her head facing the other way as he walked out the door.As he approached his wife he picked up the sunscreen from the table and squeezed some into his hand and set the bottle back down. Rubbing his hands together he began rubbing the lotion accross her shoulders and upper back. He didn't think much about the barely visible tan line when he noticed it, figuring that Alice had probably been over and that his wife had put her bikini on. He applied more lotion to his hands and began rubbing his wife's back and sides. Jenn always told him how great his massages felt so he gave them to her as often as she wanted. 

"Mmmm," she moaned in her sleep.

He worked his way back up to her shoulders, feeling for any knots and working them out. Slowly working his hands down her back and down her legs. He sought out every tightened muscle and worked it loose. Once he had finished he slid his hands back up to her ass and slid his hand down her crack and along her lips. 

"Ohhh... mmmhmm," she moaned. 

Knowing that she was enjoying it he dipped his finger between her lips and noticed how wet she was. She was respoding to him more than usual. He grinned eagerly. It had been a while since they had had sex. Lately she just wasn't in the mood. Neither of them knew why, but she was very eager to make sure that he was satisfied. She woke him with a blow job most mornings and when they showered she jerked him off at least twice. For his part he withheld his desire for her, letting her know that he loved her, not just the sex. She still wanted him, but just didn't seem to be as horny as she had been when they first met. What she did know was that she did NOT want anyone else, or for him to get his release anywhere else. 

As Cole slid his finger in and out he also noticed the lack of hair by her pussy. Thinking that she was trying something new to get things back he slid another finger into her dripping cunny.

"Ohhhhh... Fuck that's good," she groaned. 

That voice. That wasn't Jennifer's voice. Cole stopped instantly, turned pale white and stood up and began backing toward the house. 

"A.. Ali... Alice?" he stammered.

"Cole? Oh my God... Jenni, what have I done?" she exclaimed. Looking around for Jennifer, she quickly grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and put them on. "Where's Jenni???"

"I-I-I.. I dunno... "Cole stammered. "I thought you were her."

Just then Jennifer walked out with a fresh pitcher of tea. Seeing her best friend dressed and her husband fully nude she arched her eyebrow. "What the fuck did I miss?"

"Jen, I didn't realize," Cole started.

"Sis, I don't know... " Alice said at the same time. 

Jennifer just walked over to the table, sat the pitcher of tea down and then sat on down on the lawn chair. She looked from her husband to her best friend and back several times. 

"Darling, why don't you grab the robe from the chair and put it on," she suggested. "I'm honestly not sure which of you is more embarressed at the moment."

Realizing for the first time that he was naked infront of a woman he wasn't married to her quickly grabbed the robe and put it on. Not even caring that it was Jennifer's pink one. Covered is covered he thought.

"Now, both of you please come over here and sit down," she said as she moved the drinks over to the patio table. "I think we need to talk about this."

Cole, still white as a sheet did as his wife asked. Bright red with embarressment Alice was more hesitant to get that close. Fearing that she had just cost herself her dearest friend, not to mention her friend's marriage she started crying. 

"I didn't know Jenni. I swear, I didn't know," she began. "I was laying there and I must have dosed off. I felt the lotion being put on, but I thought you were doing it. Like we normally do, putting it on each other. Then the massage felt so good. I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't want you to stop so I just laid there."

As Alice was looking at the ground and talking Jennifer had gotten up and walked over to her. She placed her hand under Alice's chin and lifted her head up to look her in the eye. 

"I understand Ali," she said softly. Then she wrapped Alice in a sisterly embrace and walked her to the table and sat her down in a chair.

"I assume that you massaged her as you do me," Jennifer said to Cole.

"Y-yes. I'm s-sorry," he stammered. "I should have known she wasn't you."

"How were you to know? I've looked at myself in a mirror Cole, and I have seen Alice from behind. We have the same hair color, are nearly the same height, and we are both the same size," and with that she chuckled." Hell, I'm pretty sure that if you showed Alice or I a picture of either of us from behind that we couldn't tell ourselves apart."

Alice snorted so hard she nearly choked on the tea she was drinking. Cole just stared at his wife in disbelief...

"Sweetheart, I know the last several months haven't been easy on you," she said before looking at her best friend. "And they haven't been easy on you either. Cole and I have no secrets between us."

Looking back at Cole she said, "Alice and I have no secrets either. She know's how hard it has been for us. She's listened to my problems as I have listened to her's about Roy. But I think I have a solution for all of us."

Stunned both Cole and Alice just stared at Jennifer.

"Cole, please wait here while I talk to Ali in the house." 

And with that Jennifer went over and picked up Alice's bikini and took Alice into the house.

Once she was sure they were out of Coles hearing Jennifer said "I know that you haven't been laid since the divorce. And you know that even though I try I can't meet Cole's sexual needs anymore. I've been trying to figure out how to do this for the last couple months, but I didn't know how. Now I do."

"Jenni, I don't think I understand," she said reluctantly. "Are you asking me to make love with Cole? YOUR husband?"

"No, that isn't what I am asking. I would never ask that because I know that Cole couldn't make love to another woman," Jenni replied. "What I am asking for is for my best friends help to fuck my husband. You know that I wouldn't ask if I could do it myself. I've tried, he's tried. Fuck Ali, we've even used lube just so he could fuck me."

"Well... He's bigger than Roy, and I fucked him for over a decade. When he was home anyhow." Alice replied with a sly grin. "And goddess knows I haven't had a proper fucking since shortly after moving here. If, and I do mean IF Jennifer, you can convince him then I'll do it."

"Ok. Give me an hour to get things worked out and then come back over. Come in and lock the door, then come up to the bedroom... Top of the stairs, second door." Jennifer said, visibly releaved.

With that said, the women hugged and Alice went home to clean up and get ready. 

Easy part over, Jennifer took a deep breath and went back out to the only man she would ever love to ask the impossible. She asked him to join her in the bedroom. She felt that would be more suitable setting for this discussion.

"What the FUCK? You want me to do WHAT?" he exclaimed, nearly coming off the bed.

"Cole, what were you thinking when you came out here earlier," she asked him calmly.

After taking a deep breath and clearing his head Cole responded honestly. "I thought that I would come out here and try to make you feel good. I know that the stress of our sexual dilemma has been affecting you and I wanted to help you relax."

"And when I had relaxed and you had eased the tention from my body, or rather the body that you thought was mine, what did you do then," she asked already knowing what the answer would be.

"I slowly slid my hand down your, her ass. I slid my finger along your, her... DAMMIT!" He took a deep breath as she sat beside him and placed her hand on his leg. 

"It's ok baby, I understand what you mean. Just think back to before you knew it was Alice. Think of it as you did at the time," Jennifer suggested.

"I-I'll try..." Another deep breath then, closing his eyes he continued. "I slid my hand down your ass and along your lips. Hearing your contented sounds I felt that you were getting into it so I slipped a finger into your twat and began fingering you."

As he recalled what had happened his cock began to stiffen. Feeling this Jennifer slowly eased her hand beneath the robe and placed it loosely around his shaft.

"I felt how wet you were, like you used to be. I noticed that you had shaved your pussy and thought that you were trying something new," he recalled. "I remember my cock throbbing at the though of you being so wet." His cock twitched in her hand and she begand to lightly stroke it. "Mmm... She's so wet I thought, then I slipped in two fingers and began working them around."

He opened his eyes and looked at his loving wife with guilt in his eyes. "That's when you spoke, but with Alice's voice."

She continued to stroke him, letting herself absorb what he had said in the silence. She slowly worked her hand up around the head of his now fully erect cock and slid the droplets of pre cum along his shaft as lube. Still stroking him she knelt before him and asked "Just what did I say with Alice's voice?" Then she took him fully into her mouth and down her throat, sucking him as a babe sucks it's mother.

"Ohhhhh... Fuck that's good," he growled. And with that he erupted like a volcano blasting into her throat. She continued sucking him dry as he fell back on the bed, arms out wide. 

"Mmmhhmm... Yes, it's good. I love the way you taste darling," she purred as she finished licking the last of his cum from his now shriveled member. "Do you still want to ease my stress Cole?"

"You know I do Jen," he said breathlessly. "Just tell me what to do..."

She climbed on top of him and lay on his chest. "Well, for starters you could take a shower. And then," she said as she sat back up stratling his waist, "give back my robe. Pink is sooo not your color." 

She then began tickling him, to which he retaliated by rolling her over and returning the favor. After a several minutes they both fell back onto the bed and looked into their partner's eyes. 

"Only for you would I willingly do this Jen."

"And only for you would I ask it of you. I know how horny you are baby, and I remember how often we did it when I could," she said. "Alice is... Well, you felt how wet she got. She needs our help as we need hers. I don't expect you to make love to her and neither does she. However, I DO expect you both to be thoroughly fucked when you finish."

With that Cole stood up, removed the too small, too pink robe and bowed to his wife. 

"As you wish," he said, quoting one of their favorite movies.



Neighbors



*** This story was a request by a reader and edited by Innocent_kink. Thanks to both***

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My name is Tiffany and I'm a mother of two grown children who have since left the nest. My husband passed away from cancer about seven years ago and left me alone but with his sizable portfolio and his life insurance. Because of this I don't have to work and live very comfortably in the house where we raised our kids. It's a nice neighborhood, quiet and safe. Most of the people I have known for years except for the house next door which was recently sold. As a woman of my age I was not very excited to see the moving van in the driveway when I came home from the gym. What was worse was who I saw moving in. They looked to be in their early twenties and there were several young men moving couches, beds, dressers and the like into the house.

I drove into my garage and shut it down without waving or recognizing that I had even seen them. I was sure they would be loud obnoxious party guys, playing loud music at all hours of the night and having kegers and parties galore. Grumbling to myself, I went to my bedroom and stripped out of my tight workout clothing. With nothing much else to do, I workout a lot and am probably in better shape than I was when I was thirty. My age has slowed down my metabolism and even with all the workouts I still have plenty of curves and healthy large breasts that unfortunately gravity has lowered. All in all, for a woman of forty eight, I think I look pretty good. Admiring myself in my full length mirror, I turned around to head to the shower and realized I had neglected to shut the blinds on my bedroom window.

Outside I saw one of the young men staring at me as if he was frozen in place. Our eyes lock and I saw his face go bright red as he turned quickly away and all but ran the other direction. Smiling to myself, I closed the blinds and hopped into the shower. It was obvious he liked what he saw. As the warm water hit my skin I thought to myself how much I could teach that young kid. Things he had never dreamed about. Since my husband died, I have taken my sexual desires into my own hands. Not only hands but I've purchased a plethora of adult toys from rabbit vibrators, butt plugs, and even large dildos to pleasure myself.

Since I live alone, I leave a few of these toys in the shower for just this kind of occasion. My mind was suddenly stuck on this young man that had seen me naked and the look of shock and pleasure on his handsome face. He was handsome; I had noticed that as we stared at each other for those few seconds. It spurred my arousal and I was soon touching myself, soaping up my large breasts and teasing the nipples to full erect height. Pinching them with the soap, sent jolts of pleasure into my core, making my clitoris twinge with pleasure and my vagina wet. I ran my hands down my body, finding my shaved sex and grinding my hands among the folds. Spreading myself, I used two fingers to tease my clit until it matched my erect nipples. Pleasure flooded my body as my mind imagined the young man licking me as I taught him how to please me with his mouth. Faster and faster I rubbed my erect clit as my legs began to tremble from the approaching climax.

**

My name is Jordan; I'm twenty two and just graduated college and scored a sweet job. Not only that but I actually just bought a house as well. A house! Me a home owner? It was crazy but having moved out of my parent's place I figured it was better than renting. My buddies and I picked a Saturday so they could help me move in. I didn't have a lot of stuff; it easily fit in one medium sized moving van. The house is in what I would call an older neighborhood, kind of similar to the one I grew up in and I think the house was about the same age as my parent's. It was well taken care of and the previous owners had replaced the flooring and painted it before I moved in.

My buddies were stoked about me moving into the place, thinking we could get together and have parties and hang out. I let them think that all they wanted so they would help me move in, but I wasn't about to let them trash my new home. We saw a few of the neighbors when we were moving in, most of them just looked out their windows as we hauled stuff. Then the garage on the house next door to mine opened and this sweet Mercedes pulled into the driveway with an older lady behind the wheel. She had her long hair tight in a ponytail and she looked like she was returning from the gym. She ignored me, drove into her garage and immediately shut it. Not friendly at all it appeared.

A few minutes later I had forgotten about her all together until I was wheeling my barbecue to the backyard. I put it on the concrete pad and was turning around to head to the truck from more stuff when suddenly I saw this same woman, butt naked in her bedroom through her open window. Holy shit! For an older woman she had a smoking hot body, big ol' titties round and plump with an amazingly flat stomach for her age and tight trim long legs. I could see red lines around her waist and chest from tight fitting clothing. She must have just stripped from the gym. I froze, not knowing what to do and too shocked to even move. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and I saw her actually grin at me. This was when I came to my senses and blinked. My face felt hot and I darted toward the front of the house.

Had that actually happened? Did I just see my naked neighbor before even moving in fully? I couldn't stop thinking about her body and that damn grin on her face, as if she was daring me to stare at her. Not only did she have a killer body but she was beautiful too. I had a difficult time concentrating on moving in. Several times my buddies had to yell at me to move out of the way or to help them with a large item; the images of her just kept coming into my mind over and over. I didn't tell them what had happened. I didn't want them knowing what I had seen. Knowing them, they would all want a glimpse as well.

Once everything was moved in, they took off, not wanting to help me unpack. It was cool, I wanted them gone anyway. I closed my garage and locked my doors, walking through my new house. The woman next door was still on my mind and I found myself drifting to the back half of my house toward her bedroom. I soon found that one of my bedrooms had a window that faced the same window I had seen her in. My blinds were closed. I walked to them and split to slats to look out at her house. I noticed quickly that she had shut her blinds as well. I didn't expect to ever see the wonderful sight I had witnessed again.

I decided to use this bedroom for my computer room, I think it was me subconsciously wanting to see her naked again, because I knew I would use this room probably more than any other in the house if my computer was in there since I was going to use it to work from home. I opened the blinds and as I put the room together I kept looking over at her window, just hoping.

**

The experience with the young man outside my window had produced an incredible orgasm. Probably better than I had had in months. Letting him see me naked had caused something amazing inside me and I almost fell down in the shower as my climax exploded over my body. With the workout and now the climax, my legs felt like rubber as I stepped out of the shower with the towel on my head. My sex was still pulsing and wet and my heart had not yet settled down. I opened my bathroom door to let out some of the heat and began to brush through my long dark hair. Once it was brushed, I walked into my bedroom naked and looked at the window with the blinds now closed. Walking to them, I looked through a gap I made and saw the same young man inside his house putting a computer monitor on a desk. He never saw me but I watched him work for several minutes. He was nice to look at. Probably around six feet, he had a strong jaw, and I could tell he exercised because he had wonderful definition in his arms as he worked to hook his computer up.

I watched him for a few more minutes before leaving my room and walking to the front of my house to look at his driveway. All the cars were gone except one and the empty moving van. I wondered if he was the only person that was going to live in the house. I was hoping so. It would be better than a house full of twenty something guys. I could deal with one, and hell, he'd already seen me naked. Going back to my room, I dressed for the evening in my comfortable 'lay around' clothes and opened my blinds.

The new neighbor was now sitting at his computer desk. The monitor was on and everything seemed to be working. He turned toward his window and saw me standing by mine. Again we locked eyes and he kind of gave me a head nod like the kids do these days. I turned abruptly and walked out of my room.

The next couple of days I watched his house and it appeared he was the only one living there. He returned the van and soon his garage was cleaned out and he parked his car inside. I caught him looking into my bedroom window on more than a few occasions and even looking out other windows of his house to see me. When I would catch him he'd quickly disappear as if he was doing something wrong. It began to be almost a game and I found myself having fun at his expense. But as I found him spying on me I couldn't help remember how aroused I became when he saw me naked.

A week after he moved in, I was feeling a bit horny and adventurous so I left the blinds in all the rooms facing his house open. Then I proceeded to walk around my house naked. In every room I entered, when I looked out my windows I saw his blinds separated in exactly the same place as his eyes would be. The separation followed me around my house as I changed rooms. He was spying on me from one room to the next. It gave me such a thrill I can't hardly explain it. For some reason having his young eyes on me, spying on me through his blinds turned me on to no end. I eventually sat down on my couch facing his window and began to touch myself. I could see the blinds move across in his house, could see the slight gap he was looking at me through. I was so hot and wet lying back on my leather couch, letting him watch me play with myself.

I pictured him stroking his cock to what I was doing, pleasuring himself as he watched me pleasure myself. I went even as far as imaging him climaxing with his hand and spurting his youthful load on the faux wood blinds separating us. I couldn't believe how hot it made me and how quickly I brought myself to climax with just my fingers. Laying there shaking and overcome with another mind-blowing climax, because some young man was watching me, I knew this was going to become a common occurrence or possibly turn into something even more.

**

So I've been seeing the hot older lady next door through my blinds almost every day during the first week in my new house. I had a feeling she knew I was watching her. It was uncanny how she would look over through her windows as I was peeking through my blinds. I couldn't tell you for sure if she saw me for the first few days and then something crazy happened.

I was working from home, like I normally did, in my computer room and I got up to rest my eyes for a bit. When I looked through the blinds to her bedroom I found hers open and there she was, butt naked again in all her glory. My heart suddenly leaped in my chest and I felt my cock jump in my pants. She was standing right in front of the window without a care in the world. Damn she was amazing. My mouth fell open as I viewed her huge tits and curvy body with her dark hair flowing free over her shoulders. She just stared out her window looking over at my house for a few minutes before walking out of her room and turning toward the front of her house. I immediately left my computer room to follow her to the next window.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I peeked through my kitchen window. She had all her blinds facing my house wide open and she was walking through her house with not a scrap of clothing on. I knew then for sure she was doing this for my benefit, totally messing with me. Back and forth she walked to her rooms to stand in front of the window for a few minutes before moving on. I of course followed her movements, peeking through the blinds and watching her. I noticed the more she walked back and forth and looked out the window the harder her nipples were getting, almost like it was turning her on to do what she was doing. What happened next, I'll never forget.

She was in her living room and I was in mine, looking out my large side window through my fake wood blinds, the ones with the bigger slats. She proceeded to sit on her couch facing my window and started touching herself. First she began with her large breasts, caressing her hardened nipples with the palm of her hand until these things are standing well off her breasts and pulling her areolas so tight they changed in color two shades darker. My cock was just throbbing in my pants like never before but I hadn't touched it yet because I had been walking back and forth between windows. Now that she had sat down I shoved my hand down my loose shorts and grabbed hold of my cock. Pre-cum had socked my jockey shorts and I started rubbing my hardon as I watched my hot neighbor start pinching her nipples and pulling them further from her body.

Her pussy was next. She literally spread her legs and sat lower in the couch, lifting them up to get better access to her already wet slit. Oh my hell! I about dropped my load in my pants when she spread herself open and began to circle her clit with her other hand. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and started going to town on her nubbin, rapidly rubbing and circling the little thing until she was squirming on her couch. I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked my shorts down and took a firm grip on my throbbing cock and began stroking to what I was seeing across the twenty yard gap between our houses.

The visual was like an erectile dysfunction drug. I hadn't felt my cock this hard in my life. Not only was it hard it was highly sensitive and I had to stop touching myself before I shot my load all over my blinds. When I let go, my cock would throb and strain for release and as soon as I touched it again I was right back to the verge of climax almost instantly. My hot older neighbor was getting herself off and fast. She started wigging out on her couch and I knew she was cumming just by the expression on her face and the way her body was convulsing, legs shaking and her mouth parted slightly in the sexiest expression I had ever seen. I couldn't hold myself off anymore and tore a sock from my foot, put it over my cock and stroked only twice before my dick began to spray forth into the cotton condom.

The orgasm was mind-bending, powerful contractions seized my body as my ass clenched and my torrent of semen shot forth, soaking the sock in seconds. Even though I couldn't see the spurts, I knew they were massive from the weight of the wet sock and the sheer pleasure of the orgasm. I fell against my window in my orgasmic bliss and tripped over my shorts around my ankles. With the only thing to grab, I latched onto the blinds and ripped them right out of the bindings. With a crash they fell away from the window and I was suddenly staring through at my neighbor with a wet sock over my cock and the look of surprise on my face. She had finished her own orgasm and had sat up when she saw my blinds fall. She again smiled at me, mouthed the words, "I see you" and walked up to her intact blinds and closed them.

**

I started laughing after I closed my blinds on the poor young man across the way. He looked so befuddled standing there with a sock on his penis in the open window after he had pulled down his blinds. I could tell the sock was full of his semen, the lower half was soaked through and the weight of it bent his rather large cock forward. My imagining him masturbating, as I did, was very accurate, except for the sock but it was rather smart to contain the mess.

I proceeded to close my blinds along the side of my house and sat down on my bed. My legs felt fatigued and my sex hummed from the large orgasm on my couch. It was such a thrill to masturbate while the young man watched through his blinds. It made me feel good that he liked what he saw even if I was probably twice his age.

I dressed for the gym and got in my car. As I backed out of my garage I saw the young man trying to put his blinds back up in his living room window. To rub salt in the wound, I smiled and waved as he looked up at my car. He dropped the blinds trying to wave back.

After the gym I grabbed a few things from the store and returned home. He had fixed his blinds and they were closed tight as I drove into my garage. I showered and brushed my hair naked, letting my body cool down from the hot shower. I couldn't stop thinking about the boy next door; couldn't stop remembering the climax as he watched from his window. I found myself imagining what was under that sock; it sure looked like a healthy cock from the image I got before I closed my blinds. I thought about how young he was and how much energy he would have.

I knew he liked what he saw, but what was he willing to do? I stewed with this idea for a couple days, as we played peekaboo through our blinds and windows at each other. My desires and thoughts continued to grow and I finally decided to act.

I had learned very quickly that the young man worked from home. He scarcely left his house at all. When he did it was in the evenings when some friends would come over and he'd be gone until late into the night. I decided my plan of action and the next afternoon I left my house and walked over to his front door and knocked.

When he opened the door his eyes widened and he looked shocked to see it was me. He didn't even say anything. His hair was crumpled and he looked as if he had just woken up after the long night. His face was scruffy but this only made him more handsome. He had dark hair, tan skin and was taller than the six feet as I had estimated before and well-muscled. 

"Hello, we haven't officially been introduced. I'm Tiffany, your next door neighbor," I said.

"Umm... hi... I'm Jordan," he said in return.

"Jordan, it's nice to put a name to the face and eyes always peeking through your blinds."

"Oh... ummm," he stuttered.

"Yes, about that. What are we going to do with you? People take privacy very important this day and age," I said.

"Well... I'm... I'm sorry?" he said as if asking.

"Sorry? No you're not, young man. Let me ask you a question. Do you like what you see when you look at me in my house, naked?"

He looked very uncomfortable and I was just playing it up with much pleasure.

He finally gathered himself and got some courage in his twenty something face. "Yes, actually very much."

"I thought so... Do you imagine having sex with me when you watch me?" I asked, taking a step forward.

"Umm..."

"Don't be shy, you can tell me," I added, standing right in front of him now.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Really? But I must be twice your age. Old enough to be your mother."

"So, you're still very hot."

"Am I now? Hot enough for you to want to do more than watch?" I asked, reaching out to his chest.

He was shaking slightly, such a young inexperienced boy. I'm sure nothing like this had ever happened to him before.

"Sure," he simply said.

"Good. Then come over to my house after you shower and shave and we'll see about more than watching. I'll be waiting for you. Just let yourself in," I said, biting my lip and turning around to walk back to my house.

**

Something fucking amazing happened. That hot older woman next door came over! She... she pretty much just asked me over to fuck her. She didn't actually say the words but she might as well have. I sat stunned at my door and watched her walk back to her house. She turned around once and smiled at me before motioning with her hand for me to go inside. I shut my door, ran through my house to my master bedroom and stripped out of my shorts and T-shirt I was wearing. Hopping in the shower, my heart was already racing and my cock was semi hard without even a touch from me.




Neighbors



I had never showered so fast in my life and cut myself shaving because I was so anxious to get over to her house, as if the invitation had an expiration date. Just thinking about what I was going to do, had my cock hard. I thought about rubbing one out so I wouldn't be so turned on and excited but I didn't want to take the time. All I could think about was getting to Tiffany's house.

Throwing on some clean clothes, I ran some product through my hair and was out the door in less than thirty minutes from the time she had knocked. I had to keep from running over to her porch, trying to act nonchalant if any of the other neighbors saw me. She had told me to just let myself in so first I knocked and then opened the door. I closed it behind me and called her name.

"I'm back here, Jordan. That was a fast shower?" she said, and I heard a little giggle in her voice.

I walked toward her voice, past the kitchen, down a hallway and into her bedroom I was familiar with from looking into from my computer room. My eyes found her lying on her bed in a black negligee that didn't leave much to the imagination. The crotch and bra were mesh, letting me see most everything underneath. My cock had not settled down a fraction and as I saw Tiffany lying there, it literally jumped in my pants, throbbing all the more.

I was so caught up in looking at her that it took a few moments before I noticed what was lying around her on the bed. All sorts of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and sex toys littered the bed. I was caught off guard and kind of froze in her doorway.

"Well, don't be shy come in and sit on the bed while I explain some ground rules," she said.

"Rules?" I asked, walking in and sitting next to her. One of the dildos rolled and hit my hip.

"Yes, rules. I can already see how excited you are, Jordan. Your cock is as hard as a rolling pin in your shorts. That being said I need some assurance I'll be taken care of. I can't waste my time at my age."

"Go on?" I said.

"See all these toys? You're to use them, your hands, your mouth, and get me off three times before I'll let you have sex with me. Just for my piece of mind."

"Umm... okay," I said, a little hesitant.

"Oh don't worry. I'll keep you well taken care of as you pleasure me. I may even instruct you, just in case you need some pointers. Are you okay with the rules, Jordan?"

"Yes," I said.

"Good, then let's see what you have to offer. Stand up... take your clothes of for me?" she said.

I stood up and pulled my shirt off. She smiled as she saw my bare chest and her eyes drifted down my body to my abs. I kicked my flip flops off and slowly pulled my shorts and jockey's down at the same time, pulling them away from my throbbing cock. Kicking them away, I stood naked before this older, smoking hot woman.

"Oh my... It's larger than I thought. I guess that sock trick of yours concealed more that I first guessed. Come here... let me handle it," she said.

I walked to the edge of the bed and leaned my cock toward her. She reached up and grabbed it by the middle with one hand. The initial sensation jolted me with pleasure and I felt an electric exhilaration grasp my body. She stroked my loose skin a few times, sizing my cock up and rolled my balls in her hand.

"Very nice, Jordan... very nice indeed. Such a strong erection from your young body."

The excitement gripping my frame was off the charts. There I was standing next to this older woman's bed and she was stroking my cock slowly, dressed in sexy lingerie. It felt outstanding and I was suddenly about to lose control. I pulled away from her before I blew my wad and she started to laugh.

"Oh my, was that too much already?" she giggled.

"I'll be fine," I said, picking up a long rubber dildo that had ribs around the shaft and a handle below the ribs.

My cock was settling down a fraction without her hand stroking it but it was oozing profusely. I reached for her with the toy but she had different ideas.

"Oh no, no toys yet, I want to see what you can do with your mouth first."

Tiffany laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I could see wetness glimmering under the mesh panties. She was already wet. I dropped the long toy onto the bed and climbed up below her. My hands were shaking slightly as I touched her smooth toned legs, running my palms up both her thighs. Grabbing the lace strap I pulled the mesh to the side and viewed her pussy up close with nothing between my eyes and her skin. She parted at the bottom and her lips were flushed and molded together as they extended up to conceal her clitoris. She had completely shaved all her hair away and her lips were darker than I've seen before.

I let my fingers brush the upper portion, wiggling her lips back and forth but not separating them. She cooed at my touch as I slid my longest finger down the middle of her sex until it found the wet opening at the bottom. I eased it in and felt hot juices surround my finger. She was loose, hot and seemed to suck my finger in on her own. Instead of going deeper, I slid it upward, separating her lips from each other and finding her little clit buried beneath. She flinched as I ran my finger over the small nub and continued up her stomach to her navel before returning my hand to her now open sex.

"How am I doing so far?" I asked, gliding two fingers back down her lips and into her pussy.

"Mmm, fine... just focus on me and don't ask questions. Use your mouth for better things."

This brought a smile to my face. I fell forward, stretching out on her bed and lowered my head into the heat of her crotch. She smelled like peaches, some kind of perfume or body wash. I admired her open sex with my fingers inside for a split second before closing my eyes and placing my mouth over her growing clitoris. She was tangy, a more mature flavor than the young women I've eaten before. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, just different. My tongue quickly began teasing her clit very softly, just grazing the crown, back and forth. I wasn't too young to know anticipation is one of my biggest allies.

I pressed my fingers in deeper, she could have handled all four but I stuck with just two right then as my tongue picked up the pace on her now fully enlarged clitoris. I felt her legs tighten and opened my eyes to see she had grabbed the sheets on her bed in both hands. A soft moan escaped her lips as my tongue left her clitoris and explored around her lips, hood and lower to the small hole above her vagina where my fingers were still deep and curled upward.

Closing my mouth, I sucked her long lips away from her body, slurping the fleshy meat for a few seconds before returning to her clit with my tongue. Her moaning increased as my tongue sped up on her clit and my fingers began moving inside of her, finding the rough patch of skin directly behind her clit inside her body.

"Oh... yes... Jordan... just like that. Don't stop!" she screamed.

I felt my cock throbbing between my body and the bed. I knew it was making a mess of her sheets but I obeyed and continued exactly what I was doing. Her pants became gasps. Her legs trembled next to my head and she started to cum on my hand. She wiggled so much I lost my position on her clit with my tongue and had to just focus on grinding my fingers into her pussy as her climax rushed over her.

It was a long climax, something I envy in women. By the time she finally began to relax my arm hurt from fucking her with my hand. I pulled it away from her sex and it was bathed in her secretions. I had never seen a woman get that wet before. Her eyes opened with her chest still rising rapidly. 

"Oh, my. How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty two?" I said.

"Only Twenty two and already this good at pleasuring a woman. You're younger than my children. My, my, you kids do learn fast these days."

"That's one," I said.

"Yes, Jordan, that was definitely one. Two more to go."

I smiled up at her and ran my hands up her body to the large breasts I had yet to touch. I had admired them from a far long enough and wanted to handle them. Not wasting any time, I took both of her large mounds into my hands and gently squeezed the mesh around them. Her nipples were hard from her climax and my palms caressed them through the mesh. They were round and full, but definitely not as firm as I've felt before. Real though, they were most assuredly real.

"How old are you?" I asked, leaning forward and kissing her neck and upper chest.

"Does it matter?" she asked.

"No, I guess not if you don't want to tell me."

"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

"That's a baited question, which I refuse to answer."

"If you don't guess I won't tell you," she said.

I raised my face from her neck and smiled at her. Instead of a reply, I pulled the straps of her shoulders and the mesh off her breasts before lowering my mouth and sucking on her left nipple and areola that was that same dark pink I had seen from my house.

**

I couldn't believe what this young kid could do. I thought for sure I was going to have to teach him how to pleasure me with his mouth. Thought for sure he was going to be so eager he would just start banging me with his fingers but boy was I wrong. His gently touch and soft wet tongue on my body was like heaven. It had taken my husband years to learn this kind of patience and to take the time I wanted him to take. Now this young kid, this twenty two year old was pleasuring me to an amazing climax. I knew it was partly the excitement of the moment but still, he knew what he was doing.

His fingers had even found my G-spot, he knew perfectly what to do inside my vagina and how fast to tease my clit with his tongue. He obeyed when I told him to keep it up and he stayed steady all through my climax. I was stunned but I couldn't let him know that. I wanted to ask him where he had learned what he did, but I didn't. Instead I teased him about my age and he had soon decided not to peruse the question, instead he began devoting his time on my breasts. And again I was amazed at his skill and restraint. He didn't bite hard, he didn't squeeze painfully, he worshiped my breasts with both hand and mouth and I soon was humming with pleasure from just his breast play. 

I almost gave in and rolled him over to mount his amazing young cock but I resisted. He had almost cum while I gently stroked him. I didn't want him ejaculating too soon. His penis was bigger than my husband had been, by probably two or three inches, it's been so long I don't really remember. He felt wider in my hand as well and I could scarcely wait until I had it inside of me. Thinking of his cock reminded me that I promised to keep him taken care of as he pleasured me. I was ready from more anyway and sat up as he still licked and nibbled my breasts.

He moved with me and soon we were both sitting up on the bed. I reached for his throbbing shaft and took a hold of it again. He moaned with pleasure when I stroked him a few times before releasing him. He was oozing all over my sheets and my hand was soon wet from his pre-cum. I leaned over and licked his slit, tasting his slippery salty mixture. I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft to his balls and back up. He was shaking with excitement and I hadn't seen a penis this hard and straining since my first time with my husband. I was afraid he was going to blow with just me licking him. Pulling back, I smiled at Jordan, who had a look or ecstasy on his face. Picking up my rabbit vibrator, I handed it to him. I took off my lace negligee and tossed it on the floor. I was done with it and so was he.

"Still have two to go," I said, lying back down.

I heard him turn it on and the hum broke the silence. He brought the toy down between my legs and ran the head of the toy up and down my wet lips before feeding the tip into my vagina. The fast vibrations surged into my body, going deep into my core as the toy descended into me until the clit stimulator found its home. I arched my back and moaned loudly as Jordan held the toy deep inside. I was making this way too easy for him. But it just felt so good to have someone else doing the work my hands used to do. He pulled it free for a split second and thrust it back in deep, straining the vibrator to a low roar and the clit stimulator was pressed hard against my nub, driving me wild. It was so much better when someone else did it and I could just lay there and enjoy. I should have found a man much sooner than this.

"You know what goes well with this toy?" I asked him amid my gasps.

"What?"

"A butt plug," I said.

He smiled down at me and began looking around for one. He found the medium sized one in the three-pack I had bought. It was my favorite. I lifted my legs up and he held my rabbit deep inside as he placed the plug at the entrance to my anus. I was more than wet enough from my first orgasm. My cream had slid down over my bum and he used this to ease the plug into my anus all the way to the end cap. It went in easy; I had made sure of that after months of practice.

"How's that," he asked.

"Mmmm, lovely. Nice and full."

I relaxed my legs and the plug stayed in place. I saw the look of amazement on his face. I was confident he had never done anything like this before. When he began to move the rabbit in and out over the medium plug, my arousal soared. It heightened the pleasure and tightness, and vibrated the plug deep in my ass, sending new bliss into my body. I was so gone my eyes blurred and I felt like I was spinning and dizzy even lying down.

I was so glad I had knocked on his door. I felt my second orgasm approaching rapidly. The deep vibrations in my core and the steady fast vibrations on my clit had my pleasure cresting. I gripped the sheets again tightly in my hands, arched my back into the toy's thrusts and prepared for the climatic surge to sweep over my body. I had a feeling I was going to be sore tomorrow.

The pleasure finally peaked and I began to squirm and shake, unable to control my thrashing under the barrage of waves pounding my body. My ass pulsed and squeezed the plug and my hands began to hurt I was gripping the bed so tight. Jordan continued to thrust the toy in deep and pull it almost all the way out throughout my orgasm. As the final waves hit, my body relaxed and the plug fell out of my ass with the last few contractions. I was totally spent. I just lay their panting and not able to even move for several minutes.

**

The second orgasm Tiffany achieved was even more amazing then the first. I drove that vibrator in and out of her fast and hard. She took every inch that would fit and I ground the clit thingy hard on her nub. But what was most amazing was putting that plug in her ass. I had never done that before. Girls my age don't seem to like when you touch their anus, I guess it takes a mature woman who has had kids and wants to feel the tightness again to appreciate her ass being penetrated. The strange thing was this plug went into her butt easily. I mean, I just slipped it in like it was nothing and it's not that small, not at all.

The plug and the rabbit thing got her off pretty fast again. Her juices were flowing heavy again and her long dark lips clung to the vibrating toy. She was really wigging out and I thought she might rip the sheets she was pulling on them so tight. Every muscle in her body was straining as the climax rocked her form. It was stunning.

The plug actually popped out of her ass before she was done and she lay their panting for a good two minutes. I just sat and watched her waiting for her to say something or move. I wanted her to lick my cock again. Good hell that felt good. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd keep me taken care of. It was a good thing she stopped because I was on the verge again. I didn't know how I was going to keep from cumming and wished I had masturbated before I came over. It was too late then.

She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. I had both the vibrator and the plug in my hands and was looking at them. They both were cream covered.

"That's two." I said.

"I'm making this much too easy on you," she returned.

"And loving every minute, I think."

"Very much," she said, sitting up.

She looked down at my cock and said, "You're still very hard. I guess I shouldn't worry about that."

"No worries here."

I sighed loudly as she grabbed it again. Damn just her touch was so stimulating I knew I was doomed. Instead of stroking it this time, she just caressed it with her fingers, running them around in my plentiful pre-cum that had run like a river down my cock to my balls.

"You sure produce a lot of this slippery clear juice," she said spinning her finger in the pre-cum.

It felt incredible. My toes cured from the intense sensation on my head. It was a different feeling then if I was going to cum. So intense, I thought I might urinate on her if I didn't pull away. I jerked back and she giggled again but grabbed me tight around the middle. She stroked a few times, and then spun her palm on my head until I wigged out once again. She knew what she was doing. She knew it was a different sensation and that I wouldn't cum if she alternated between the two styles. Damn this older woman had some skills and knowledge. She did things with her hands no young girl had even tried. My balls did rise and did start to beg for release by the time she finally stopped teasing my cock. I wanted to cum so bad but she only smiled.

"You still have one more to go," she said, letting go of my cock and licking her fingers.

Fuck it was so hot to watch her do that, I thought my cock might explode on its own. I tore my eyes away from her smoking hot body and looked around the bed for new toys to try. I grabbed that really long ribbed toy and a tiny plastic thing that looked like lip balm but had three metal balls on the end. When I turned it on it vibrated even faster than the rabbit thing.

"So those are your next weapons of choice?" she asked as I turned back to her.

"Sure, did I choose well?"

"Depends on what you decide to do with them."

"Any hints?" I asked.

"Only one. That long one in your left hand is called an Anal Twist."

"Anal Twist?" I restated.

"Yep, so that should be a big hint," she smiled and fell to her back again.

I could see her legs still shaking and her breathing had not yet returned to normal. I wondered how much more she could take.

"Are you sure you're ready for number three?" I asked.

She looked up at me and it was like a mother's look of reprimand. I shouldn't have said anything.

"Young man, don't push your luck," she said with that look.

She laid her head back down on the bed and I kind of hesitated. The only sound in the room was the high pitch whine of the tiny vibrator in my hand. I figured it was a clit stimulator and the Anal Twist was a no-brainer since she told me what it was called. This thing was almost a foot long with the handle and the ribs increased in diameter the further down the shaft. If she'd been fucking her ass with it by herself, no wonder the butt plug went in so easy.

**

Honestly I didn't know if I was ready for number three. That last climax had taken a lot out of me. My legs felt shaky and fatigued, my heart had yet to settle down. But I couldn't show weakness, not to this young wiper-snapper. I told him three before he gets to have sex with me and three I had to do. His weapons of choice were sure to work. I loved that little clit vibrator I bought. That thing has some serious power and the Anal Twist was a new purchase. It's by far the longest toy I have. I wanted to feel what it was like to have something deep in my ass not just wide like the large butt plug, so I bought it a few weeks before Jordan moved it.

I was not only weak from the first two climaxes but also shaking with excitement to experience Jordan fucking my ass with the long rubber toy. I knew the combination of the clit vibrator and the anal toy was going to be epic.




Neighbors



I must have intimidated him though, because he had yet to touch me after my reprimand. I opened my eyes and looked up at him again. Our eyes met and I kept the appearance of an authority figure.

"Well?" was all I said.

He jumped into action and moved next to me. I could see his juices running down his hard shaft again, even after I had used most of it to tease his head. He sure put out a lot and I could only imagine how much semen was going to follow when he finally did ejaculate.

Once he moved closer, I spread my legs and lifted them so he had full access to my body. I tried to keep them from shaking as best I could, holding them in both hands, bent at the knees. I was definitely wet enough and didn't mention adding any lube from my nightstand. The visual must have been quite a sight for his young eyes, because he sat and stared at my body with my legs up like that. Finally he moved in with both hands on the toys.

I flinched when the vibrator hit my clit. I was so sensitive from the other climaxes that I literally jumped when he placed it on my nubbin. Powerful vibrations electrified my body and my eyes rolled back as I let my head hit the bed again. He continued pressing it against my nub and I couldn't help but squirm, making him have to keep finding my little excited button. I started breathing even heavier and my heart was back to max beats per minute. 

He eased up just long enough to press the tip of the Anal Twist into my ass. I opened up easily for him and the first inch was smooth before the first small rib. Once the toy was in, he went back to teasing my clit and pushed the long toy deeper, adding two ribs and pausing again. Instead of adding more, Jordan pulled out what he had put in, all the way. I felt my ass slowly close and that was when he pressed it back into me. The sensation of re-penetration was wonderful especially with the clit vibe going nuts. He eased more into me this time. I felt three ribs pass into my body and then a forth, each was bigger than the last. I knew there was nine total, the last one being the start of the actual handle.

Five entered me and six. I had over half the main shaft inside my body and it was wonderful. The sensation of being so full with my clit humming almost to the point of being too much was pure bliss. He held the toy there, and started turning the handle around and around so the thing was spinning inside my body. It felt strange and was something I had never done. As he spun it, he pulled a few ribs out of my ass; I felt them vibrate my tight ring as they slid out. They suddenly rushed back in faster than they were removed. He was fucking me in and out with about three inches of the toy. Over and over the same distance passed in and out for about a minute. It was building my climax quickly.

Then he changed things up and the toy went deeper. Seven... now eight ribs were inside my body. I was up to the handle now. It felt like the toy was finding its way into my stomach. So deep but oh so good.

**

My hands were shaking from excitement. I had the toy all the way into Tiffany's body, well all the way to the handle. It was an incredible sight. She was moving so much it was difficult to keep the vibrator on her clit. I could tell she was close again. My own heart was bounding in my chest and my cock was out of control. I had never seen it so hard nor had I seen so much pre-cum leaking out of my slit. I think I could have bottled it.

I held the long toy it deep for a few seconds and then pulled it out, feeling the ribs pull free like an accordion. She screamed with pleasure with each pop of a rib. I pulled out over half the toy and then thrust it back in, watching each rib pass into her body without blinking. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. In and out, in and out, I fucked her ass with the long toy all the way to the handle each time with the clit stimulator pressed hard against her.

She started freaking out. Screaming so loud I thought the whole neighborhood was going to hear her. I didn't stop nor slow down. I gripped that handle tight and just fucked the hell out of this hot older woman. Fucked her ass like crazy because the faster I went the louder she got.

All of a sudden she lost it. She literally squirted some kind of juice from her pussy all over my hands and the toys. It gushed out hot and clear and her legs went into spasms along with her entire body. I could no longer do anything she was thrashing around so much. I removed the little vibrator but held the long toy deep in her ass as the convulsions and thrashing continued for a scary long time. I almost thought she was having a seizure it was so bad. 

**

I had never had an orgasm like this before. It was so intense, so total body that I couldn't hear, see or do anything to stop my movements. I knew I had gushed something as well. I felt my vagina convulse and the liquid erupt, running down my legs and over my ass. It was so intense it's hard to explain. I had never moved the toy as fast as he did. Nor had I been able to keep the clit stimulation up and the thrusting at the same time without falling over. It was mind-blowing. The largest and greatest orgasm of my forty eight years.

I don't know how much time passed but when I finally came back from that high I was lying on my back with my legs down and the toy was still in my ass, but he wasn't holding it anymore. I opened my eyes and saw him standing on the side of the bed with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm... perfect," I said.

"Fuck, you scared the shit out of me."

I started laughing and realized how wiped out I felt. I doubted I could even sit up.

"Sorry to scare you. I guess you haven't seen a woman climax like that before?"

"Never."

"Well, to be honest, Jordan. It was new to me as well. Could you do me a favor and go to the refrigerator and get me something to drink."

"Okay," he said, like he was glad to leave just then.

He returned with a coke and I noticed his erection hadn't let up one bit. I knew what he was thinking. The three times were up. It was his turn now.

I sat up but just barely, the toy falling from my quivering bottom. He handed me the soda and I popped it open and drank some. He sat down on the bed next to me as I drank more of the cold bubbly cola. It was helping and I set the rest of it on my night stand.

"Well done, Jordan. Three times and each one bigger than the last," I said, touching his leg.

"Sure thing," he said.

"Now I'm sure you want your reward," I said, grabbing his hard cock and giving him a few tugs.

He responded with a moan. I leaned over, feeling much better and put my mouth over his cock and sucked gently. His penis jumped in my mouth from the sensations and I increased my grip on his shaft, moving my hand down to the base and descending with my mouth until I had half of his long cock buried.

"Fuck... fuck!" he started to say, freaking out about a simple blowjob.

I eased up his shaft. Keeping my lips tight around his girth and his cursing got louder and his legs went tight under my arms I was leaning on. He was so hard in my mouth, so rigid and throbbing with blood. I knew if I continued he'd explode and I'd never get to feel him inside me. He tasted wonderful, young and strong, making it difficult for me to stop.

I did though. It was a good thing too because from the look on his face and the state his body was in, I could tell he was doing all he could to keep from ejaculating. I let him rest for a minute, grinning to myself as he sat there, afraid even to move. 

"Lay down, Jordan," I said.

He looked at me with wide eyes but obeyed. I kissed his chest, licked his tight abs for a few minutes, hoping this would calm his cock down a little. Finally, I threw my right leg over his body to straddle him. Looking down at him, he looked overwhelmed and like a scared little boy. I rose up on my knees and reached back to lift his cock upward.

"You ready?" I asked with his cock in my hand.

He nodded. I eased his head into my wet sex and let go of his shaft, letting my pussy hold him inside my body. Gently, I eased down on his wonderful cock as I watched the expression on his face change to utter astonishment and pure pleasure. The inches descended into me and I sat fully on his body with all he had to offer inside me. It was a lot, more than any other before him. I didn't move for a few moments, reveling in the sensations of his hot shaft deep inside. I could see him trying not to lose it with just the initial penetration. His face was twisted into almost a grimace but I knew it was pleasure.

Slowly and I mean slowly, I began to rise off of him. Suddenly I felt his cock began to convulse in my sex and hot semen gush into me. So much came that it was already oozing out the sides of my pussy, falling from my body and dripping down onto his. He was moaning and rolling his head back and forth as his cock spewed a massive amount of semen into me, continuing for almost half a minute.

I shook my head, tried not to laugh and rose all the way off of his spent shaft when he finally stopped cumming. His massive load fell from my open sex, splattering his body with a huge amount of semen as his cock hit his quivering stomach as well. It was a mess of epic proportions. More semen then I'd ever seen and it continued to drip from my sex for over a minute.

"Now you know why I made you take care of me first," I said, still trying not to laugh at the poor boy.

"I'm sorry... I... couldn't... stop... it... from..."

"It's okay, Jordan. I hope it was good for you," I said, unable to keep myself from laughing and busted up.

I fell over on the bed giggling, not even trying to hide my amusement anymore.

"I just barley was moving... just barely had put you inside..." I said, laughing more.

"You don't have to be so mean," he said, staring at me.

"I'm sorry, it's just... it's just funny to me. All that build up I guess. You're just too experienced for me."

"Can you please stop? How about something to clean up with," he said, throwing his hands up.

I could tell he was a little mad. I giggled again but got up and returned with a towel. I helped him clean himself off. He lifted his spent penis and I wiped up the massive load. He didn't say anything. Once he was cleaned up, he put his clothes on and started to leave my room.

"Jordan," I said. He paused and turned back to me. "Don't take it so hard. It's just going to take more practice."

"Practice?" he asked.

"Yes, so keep peeking through those blinds and I may let you come over again."

He smiled and I watched his cute little butt leave my house.



Neighbors



She sat on the manicured lawn across from me. Only a red plaid blanket between us. Her name was Barb and she lived just down the street. We had met a few years back at a block party hosted by Barb and her then husband Jim. He left her just last year, no fault of mine, with one kid and a hefty mortgage. Luckily for her, she had a decent job as a book keeper for an oil company to make ends meet. Kris, my fiancé at the time, and I had become close friends with Jim and Barb and life seemed rather smooth back then. But call it what you will, fate had other plans. That first year Kris and I would regularly host a poker night inviting four other couples in the neighborhood. This all ended when a car accident took Kris away from me. Timing they say is everything. Who knows why things happen the way they do but they do and there's no going back. For the next couple of years to help me through the grieving, Jim and Barb would have me over for dinner and afterwards a round of cards. I must say it helped. When I got the news that Jim had filed for divorce I was stunned. To help out, when Barb wasn't home, I would mow their grass and in the winter shovel snow. About six months ago Barb called asking if I would like to join her for dinner and cards. I went. Over a fabulous meal we talked. Past and present. Over cards we talked. Future plans. For hours. This became our weekly ritual. So I wasn't surprised when she called asking me to come over. Unbeknownst to me tonight she was prepared to spice things up a bit. It was the heat of summer. 4th of July had past and it was halfway to August. Looking back now I should have noticed the slight changes. The way her new hairdo bounced as she swung open the door. The devilish grin that came across her face as she looked me up and down moments before she jumped into my arms hugging me tight. "Come in, come in." She called. Too long out of the game I suppose, or just stupid. The flash of her pearly white teeth and the sparkle in her eyes should have given me clues but hey who says men are the smarter sex. Not I. 

She was dressed in tight hip hugging blue jean shorts cut high and a sleeveless floral print cotton shirt. The strap of her red brasserie showing. As she turned leading me into the kitchen I felt a twinge in my loins. Honestly I have never up to this point had a sexual thought about Barb. Not because she wasn't hot. Oh no, she was hot. Smoking hot at 5'7", 118 pounds. Auburn hair and hazel green eyes. I guess it had just been our circumstances. Like I said before timing is everything. At that very moment I would have followed those long tanned legs anywhere. She led me to the back patio where I could smell the steaks searing on the grill. She bent over at the waist to grab two beers out of the cooler and I couldn't help but notice her beautiful apple shaped butt. She caught me staring as she stood up. Handing me a beer, her sparkling eyes gazing deep into my soul. "This just might be the perfect evening."

The back yard fanned out to the west where just beyond the property line lie the green belt. 

The sun still an hour away from setting hung over the Rocky Mountains.

Trees bordered both sides providing a fence less barrier. 

As we sat sipping the last of our beer, dinner now a memory, Barb revealed more of her plan with me. 

"You up for a game of cards?" her voice holding on to the word game perhaps a second longer. 

"Sure." I responded while my mind processed her last question.

"What do you say we change things up a bit?"

"Like Pinochle, Rummy...?"

She flashed a smile. "I was thinking more on the lines of poker. Perhaps strip poker?"

"Uh...?" I was caught totally off guard. 

"Unless you're afraid." she taunted flashing her teeth again.

The lightbulb finally went off in my head. 

"No...uh I mean yes...uh I mean no I'm not afraid and yes I'll play. Just caught me by surprise is all. seems so... Hmm.. How should I say it...unlike you." he smiled back.

"That's just the beginning." she said bringing out two large wooden bowls. 

Handing me one she announced, "this one's for you."

At the bottom of the bowl were folded strips of paper. 'She's been preparing this for some time.' I considered. 

"May I?" I asked before reaching in to grab one of the strips.

I could see her tense momentarily, "Sure."

Hesitating I said, "You don't seem to sure." 

"Nope I'm ready to see what this night may bring."

Still a little confused I dove in. There were perhaps ten folded strips inside and as I fished out one I was stunned by the words written on them. 

"Whoa. You really want me to do this?"

She smiled wryly, "I do after you have lost all your clothes." 

"But what if I win?"

She handed me the other bowl.

Taking one I read it aloud.

I will tie you to the nearest tree and give you a hand job.

My cock strained to be released as I looked out at a tall slender maple.

I had to pinch myself to see if this was only a dream. "Uh...really?" 

"Uh...yes." she smiled back. "I have wanted you for some time now and since you aren't going to make the first move I guess I'd better before they put me in a rest home." 

"You're serious?" I asked again. 

"You gonna talk or play?" as she handed me a blue deck of playing cards.

I couldn't quit thinking about the first piece of paper in read.

You will eat my pussy on the tailgate of your truck.

After 5 hands I had her down to just her panties and bra. 'Things are looking good for me.' I chuckled, having only taken off my shoes and socks. 

But the next three hands went to Barb. Now I'm sitting with a stiff tent pole in my underwear. 

"What are you going to tie me up with?" I sneered.

Laughing it off she mocked, "Your cock if you don't watch it."

I was starting to like this Barb. Staring at her perky tits pressed tight in her red pushup bra. 

"I can't wait to feel that tongue of yours." trying to throw off my concentration.

No such luck. The next hand went to me. I was sure she was going to lose the bra but to my surprise she stood up giving me a better look at her hour glass shape. Pulling on the side ties her red laced panties dropped to her feet. Trimmed neatly, her auburn colored tuft sat perfectly above her swollen vulva. Her inner lips protruding slightly. It was nothing short of perfection.

Winning a hand job had just been surpassed by a chance to tongue fuck this gorgeous specimen of a pussy.

I watched it disappear as she sat back down. 

It was a little after one in the morning when we snuck out the side door of the garage. Lucky for me I had backed in on her driveway. I guess to make a quick getaway in case things didn't work out. God I was excited as we crept along behind her heading out towards the front. Unlike most neighborhoods the houses weren't side by side. There was a little space between them. Perhaps fifty feet. Barb giggled while the tailgate screeched as it was lowered. Like Tigger from Winnie the Poo, she sprung from the ground twisting in midair to land quietly. Her long firm legs dangling over the edge. She held out her arms silently requesting a hug. I conceded. 

As her arms and legs encircled me she leaned into my ear and whispered, "You can just fuck me if you'd rather." 

I turned, our faces held within an inch of the other and kissed her. Full on the lips. Then directing her with my touch to lay back I sucked and squeezed on her magnificent globes. Her hands pressing my head into them. I nibbled and licked on her pencil sized nipples as my hands massaged them. 

Releasing my head from her grasp I ran my tongue down to her belly button. It was an innie. My hands slid down to her knees pushing them apart. Barb helped by placing her feet on either side of my broad shoulders. My full attention was now that pussy. Especially those inner lips, which were now opening as a morning flower wakes with the dawn glistening with fresh dew. 

I lowered my face to get a closeup of such beauty. As I gaze across her reddish tuft I could see her breasts rise as her hands ran freely across them. I watched to see her response as I lightly flicked my tongue across her lips lapping at the nectar. Like a waltz I followed my partners lead as her gyrations led me up one side and down the other until it was circling her clitoris. Her feet pressed down on my shoulders, her tight butt lifting. "Stick it in." she called and my tongue pierced into her tasty darkness. I curled it inward to stroke the backside of her clit sending her into erotic spasms. As she came her hands firmly pressed the back of my head. With my nose tight against her swollen clit and my tongue buried deep her lips stretched across my cheeks. I thought for an instant I was going to disappear into her abyss. 

As her spasms subsided I lifted her limp legs from off my shoulders and carried her back into the house. On the couch I handed her a glass of water as she regained her energy. "Man that felt good. It makes me wonder why I waited for so long." I just smiled. 

Her eyes sparkled, "You ready to play the next hand?" 

"Next hand, I figured you were done for the night."

"Hell no, I'm just getting started." she sassed picking up the deck of cards. "Draw from your bowl."

Reaching in, I pulled another strip, reading it aloud. "You will let me...Hell no..." 

Barb rolled her eyes. "C'mon what does it say?"

I will let you spank me. I moaned.

"Sounds fun." you could see her enjoying the moment.

I was really hoping for a hand job but the next hand was not in my favor.

"Oh dear, look who won." Barb giggled.

I pleaded. "You really going to do this?" 

"Lets go to the kitchen and I will let you know." 

Timidly I walked into the kitchen my semi hard cock pointing the way. 

Barb's voice ordered, "Lean across the island." 

The granite was cold against my chest and abs. My dwindling cock rubbed the underside of the slab countertop.

"Mmm what a nice tight ass you have." she cooed moments before I heard the first crack followed closely by a oddly pleasurable stinging heat across the middle of my butt.

"Wow!" I hollered turning my head back to see Barb staring at my ass. "I didn't expect that." 

"Did it hurt?" she asked but before I could answer, "Just one more!" she begged. "That was fantastic." Her fingers lightly touching the spot she had just slapped.

I held onto the edge of the granite as I again heard the sharp crack followed by the stinging heat. 

"Okay, okay. Let's try something new." I proposed.

As we walked back to the couch she said, "I hope you get to spank me sometime. That was an incredible feeling." 

It was a little tender as I sat back down pulling another strip from the bowl.

I hacked as I read. Masturbate for me into a wine glass. "You thought up all these?" I questioned.

She smiled. "I have always wanted to watch a man masturbate. Knowing he's doing it for me." 

"Deal 'em in." 

Looking at my hand I was sure I had won. "Ha, three of a kind." 

Slowly she placed her cards one by one in front of me. "Full house."

"Arrrggghh. this ain't fair."

"Life isn't fair but c'mon I'll help make it better." 

Taking my hand she led me out to the maple tree in her backyard. A large length of rope lay at its base.

I whined. "No, you won. go get the wineglass."

"Stay right here." she teased. "I'll be right back." My cock stiffening as I watched her bare ass run back to the house.

By the time she got back, which was only seconds later, my cock was pointing up at the stars.

She sat up a lawn chair a few feet away holding the wineglass out like a debutant as I started to stroke my hard shaft.

"Lean back and give me your hands." came the order as she jumped up from the chair.

"Why?" I asked. "I lost."

"Let's call it two for one." 

Not wanting to question, I did as I was told and soon she had my hands tied firmly around the maple.

"You look like you're ready for some action." as she pulled my cock down then letting it spring back toward the sky.

Kneeling, she spat into her hand and began stroking my rock hard erection. Twisting and tugging slowly up and down the shaft. Building the tempo.

Her eyes never leaving the mushroom shaped head which was now beginning to ooze. She squeezed a large sticky droplet onto her fingertip then drawing it to her outstretched tongue. 

"Mmmm." she resumed her stroking as now the clear liquid flowed with every pull. 

My breathing changed and she noticed. "Hey stud, you getting ready?"

"Uh huh." I groaned as she quickened her pace. 

"Shoot for me baby, I want to see your white cream gush out." 

I was almost there when I saw Barb's other hand hold up a wine glass and at the same time look directly into my soul with those beautiful hazel green eyes. 

That was all it took. Before she had the chance to stick the head of my cock into the glass I erupted. The first white stream ricocheted off the side of the glass splashing its warm seed across her chin and neck. 

Startled she laughed. "Yikes!" Pulling my shaft down so that the remainder of my cum squirted into the glass. 

"Dang baby, Looks like you haven't cum in forever." as she milked. 

"Ooo that felt so....Uuunngghh" the words hung on my tongue as her lips surrounded my semi hard rod sucking ferociously at what little seed was left residing in the shaft.

"Can't let any go to waste." Barb grinned. 

I gasped and through sex blurred vision I could see my splooge streaked like paint on her chin. "Uh I think you still have some..." 

"Oops, can't forget that." grabbing my cock roughly she wiped the beautiful mess that first blast had created, finishing by devouring the dripping head, her tongue lapping at my balls.

"Uuuunnnggghh." I moaned again.

I was spent. My legs wobbly as my back pressed against the maple. The top of Barb's head just reached my chin as she stood to see if their was any life left in my blue eyes. "What should we do with this?" holding up the half full wineglass. 

Exhausted I uttered, "whatever you want babe, whatever you want."

She pondered only a second before tipping it up and I watched s she chugged it down her throat. 

"Delicious." she ran her tongue across her lips then raised up on her tip toes, kissing me firmly on the lips before sliding her tongue across to meet mine.



Neighbors



Upstate New York, 1953

"It's shameful!" Martha declared.

"What is?" her husband Abel asked, looking over her shoulder and out the kitchen window.

"What kind of man washes his wife's delicates?"

"Her drawers you mean?"

"Her panties! And then hangs 'em out to dry for the whole world to see!"

"By the whole world you mean you and me?"

"It's shameful I tell you!" Martha again declared, this time tightly crossing her arms across her aproned bosom.

"We're halfway up the side of a mountain surrounded by woods. Who's to see?"

"I see!" Martha said, stamping a foot.

"Calm down, will ya?"

"You calm down! And what kind of man lolligags around the house all day while his wife is out working her fingers to the bone?"

"Carol works at a bank, Martha."

"At least she works! What's he do? Play househusband all day? Maybe wife is more like it. I tell you, Abel, there's something strange about that boy."

"You're not going to call him a pervert this time?"

"You said it."

"The boy's a student, Martha."

"Huh! A perpetual one you mean."

"And he's writing a book. Carol says he's very talented."

"Yeah, well, wake me when that dream comes true. Ten to one he'll be writing that book five—Now where's he going?"

Abel joined his wife again in spying on their neighbor, watching as the young man strode rapidly uphill from the house behind maple trunks and wind-blown spring leaves and in dappled sunlight. Leaving behind, clothespinned to a bowed clothesline, three pairs of hand-washed women's panties, drying in the wind.

"Well," Abel said, backing away from his stiff-backed wife, "you always say fresh air's good for you. Boy's been cooped up all winter."

"Doing God knows what in there!"

"I'm sure..."

"Where are you off to?" Martha asked.

"Feed store."

"You just went to the feed store two days ago!"

"Three. Forgot somethin'."

"Pick up some milk while you're out will ya?"

"Buy you a cow," Abel muttered, the screen door clapping at his back.

"WHAT?"

"Yes, dear..."

Abel, sighing, climbed into his red Ford pickup and slowly motored downhill to the two-lane road they lived off of. He turned right, onto asphalt. Town, and the feedstore at its eastern edge, was just under six miles away, all downhill, in the valley. But Abel didn't make it quite that far. Coming upon a single-lane dirt road about a half mile from his driveway, Abel made a hard right turn. Now he was climbing again, back up the mountain. But slowly, fearing a puncture from the coarse white rock his tires were crunching over. About a quarter mile up the steep dirt road gave way to rutted weeds, and Abel stopped, and yanked up the emergency brake. He got out, glanced around then headed right, into the sun-dappled woods.

About a hundred yards in Abel came to the place. Their place, weather permitting.

It was a clearing exactly the size of the large, flattish, granite erratic at its base. On the rock, with a towel under him, lay the young man. He was naked, body shimmering in the April sunlight. His knapsack lay to his left. His heels rested on granite's lipped edge and his slender legs were spread wide. His limber little six-inch penis lay erect on his flat belly. It was circumcised and the way it flowed, right into his ball sac, reminded Abel of some kind of exotic lizard. Most guys had a cock. And balls. Though connected they were like two separate units. But this young man's flowed organically one into the other. Normally low-hanging, right now his little apricot-sized balls were tightly clumped against his scrotum. The fingers of his right hand glistened with Vaseline as they worked something green and slightly bulbous in and out of his dilated hole, which also glistened with lubricant in the sunlight.

"Well, what have we here?" Abel said, advancing toward the clearing.

The young man's hand-motion stopped. He raised his head off the rock, and smiled. "Hey there."

"What's this?" watching the glistening, bright-green spring cucumber vacate its hole. "Nothing like vegetables," Abel laughed. And taking the slick thing from him he tossed it behind the rock into the brush. 

"That'll make some critter happy."

The young man laughed. His blue eyes were sparkling. He was nervous, excited. Abel caressed the insides of the young man's lean thighs with his calloused hands before reaching down and opening his own pants.

"I've got something better for you than that," he said.

The young man had raised up on his elbows. "I know you do."

"Know what?" Abel said, guiding, after a couple of strokes, his own uncircumcised thick penis to the young man's glistening, wrinkled, pink-brown hole. "Martha thinks you're a pervert."

It was more of a giggle that the young man nervously emitted this time.

"She thinks...," Abel said, pushing his cock inside the young man, all the way in, in one long smooth effortless motion.

"Oh!"

"She thinks," Abel continued, beginning, slowly, his motion, "Carol wears the pants in your family and you wear the panties. S'true?"

"Some...times!" the young man replied, with a breathless groan. His long legs, crossed at the ankles, were now wrapped around Abel's plaid-shirted waist. With his cock thrust in his lover to the pubic hair, Abel wound up his open left hand and cracked a slap on the young man's pale left buttock.

"Ow! Oh..."

"You like that?" slapping him even harder the second time.

The gasping young man nodded.

"Hunh?"

"Yes...Yessir."

"Carol still spank you?"

The back of the young man's head was rubbing against the toweled rock as he nodded. "S-sometimes," he stuttered. "When I'm naughty."

A third slap. "Are you naughty often?"

"Ow! Yes. Please!"

"Please what? Please don't spank me or spank me harder?"

"Please!"

Abel's fourth slap cracked the forest air. The young man's body twisted on the rock—or tried to. But it was pinioned to Abel's penis. After a fifth slap, again on the young man's reddening left buttock, Abel, a little out of breath, said:

"I better stop. I'll leave welts. Carol'll get suspicious, won't she? I'll ask you again," Abel said, grasping the young man by the skinny hips and resuming his fucking motion. "Are you naughty often?"

The young man, still recovering from the stinging slaps, nodded.

"Yes. Yessir."

"Naughty how?"

"I...I tell her things. Secret things."

"Not all of your secrets I hope?" Abel laughed.

"Not...all. Some."

"Like what?"

"Like how I want to be fucked," the young man blurted, before moaning. "By another man. In my...fantasies I mean."

"Some fantasy," Abel observed, increasing his motion in the young man. "Does Carol ever...fuck you?"

"Some...times. Oh!"

"With a cucumber?"

Saliva escaped the corner of the young man's mouth. It came off as a laugh, of sorts. "That and...other things," he managed to say.

Abel tossed his back in laughter, and it threw his rhythm off. "Better watch out," he said, "she'll be dressing you in petticoats next..."

Abel's motion was furious now. The whole of the young man's body was in motion on the rock. "Oh...," he moaned. "Oh! How...did...you know she...dressed me... in petticoats?"

Abel tossed his head back again. Then slowed his motion. Then stopped entirely. He was out of breath. "I better...slow down. I'll have a...fucking heart attack. Wouldn't that be somethin'? Out here in the woods...with my pants down?"

Now Abel made a circling, caressing motion on the same red left buttock he'd spanked moments before. "God I love your sweet ass," he said. "Martha...she treats this thing of mine like it's a deadly weapon or somethin'. I never get any."

The young man had raised up again on his elbows, enjoying the breather. "Carol's sort of the same," he said.

"Two peas in the pod."

"There's a guy at work who's interested in her."

"Interested?"

"She says he's always hitting on her. But the way she says it...That's another thing I get in trouble for. Fantasizing about Carol with other men."

"You tell her about this?"

"I confess it, yes."

"Then she spanks you?"

"Or whips me, yes. Ties me up to the bed. And as she whips me she tells me how she's going to take up with this guy if I don't start satisfying her in bed. Says...," lying back on the rock again as Abel resumed his fucking motion. "Says...she's young and beautiful-"

"She is."

"And she could have any guy in town she wants."

"Probably could."

"All she has to do is give the word. God it makes me hot listening to her talk like this...and getting whipped. I...Oh! Oh, daddy!"

"Like it, boy?"

Abel was pounding the young man now. His motion frantic. And as he fucked his young lover he lifted the stiff but limber penis off his belly and began stroking it. "See that, boy?"

"Sir?" the young man replied, lifting up a little. "Oh! Oh! Pound me, daddy!"

"See that?" The young man's rosy, circumcised head was glossy with semen. "You're leaking, boy. You're leaking come. And that's what I'm going to be shooting inside you in a minute. A three-day load. Ready for it boy? Ready?"

"Yessir. Yessir. I...OH!" he screamed. "OH!"

"Look at it," Abel said, his motion slowing. "Look..."

The young man's first release had reached nearly to his throat hollow. The second to his nipples. It was thick and bright-white and had a clean, flowery smell in the April air. The fruit of his body. And now the last of it was pooling on his belly, and in his navel. And dripping down his sides.

Abel had come too. Silently. And now, open-mouthed and looking stunned, he pulled back. The lovers' bodies abruptly parted. Abel's sperm oozed from the young man's dilated hole, and ran down his distended apricot-sized balls and began dripping to the towel on the rock.

"Jesus, son," Abel said, staggering backwards.

Somewhere overhead a crow took flight.



Neighbors



I slowly opened my eyes, peaking up at my alarm clock. "Ugh, already noon." I pulled the covers over my head trying to ignore the sunlight and the time I just saw on the clock. Losing a battle within myself, I decided I better get up and get my day started. I figured it was only fair since the rest of humanity had most likely started their day about five hours before me. I went into the bathroom and did the normal morning stuff, skipped down stairs to find a note on the table from my mom; "Be home around six. Have a good day."

My mom and I do not exactly have the best relationship. She didn't buy me my first bra, we don't go shopping on weekends or any of that other weekday sitcom shit. I always thought it was because I look so much like my dad. He's cheated on her for as long as I can remember and treated her sort of bad but she always went back. Despite how sucky of a husband he was, he always treated me like the light of his life and I think she may have resented me for it. Don't get me wrong my mom and I love each either but we usually don't like each other. Unfortunately, it's been just she and I for about five years or so since my dad passed away. I miss him every day, of course, but his death was expected. 

I started the coffee pot and gazed out the window at my neighbor, Mr. Stevenson, cutting his grass. It was right at the beginning of spring so it was the first time he had been cutting it since the New Year and I guess between struggling to keep up my GPA during my freshman year in college and trying to keep a social life, I had never noticed the body on Mr. Stevenson. I had never really paid much attention to him but good grief did he look good out there all sweaty and such! I noticed he was finishing up, figured he would probably be going in to get cleaned up and came up with a master plan to go over and have a chat. I decided to pour some of last night's left overs into the kitchen sink and run a little water down after to give the sink a little clog and ask him to come help me with it; if he declined I would be going to buy Drano.

I grabbed a quick shower, making sure I was all clean...you know, just in case...and put in a nice little turquois colored sundress with some white polka dots on it. It was a sweetheart neckline which I knew would accent my 36D tits. I also may have opted for no underwear. I put on a pair of sandals and strolled on over. I had a cheeky grin on hoping to myself he didn't get a shirt on just yet. Nocking at the door, I looked down to adjust my tits in the top of my dress making sure to give me sweet neighbor an eye full.

"Hi there, what can I do for ya?"

 [Oh god thank you! no shirt!!]

"Hi! My name is Nadia, I live across the street from you-"

"Hello, Nadia, I know who you are sweetie, your mom told me about you when you guys moved in last fall."

"Oh, of course, silly me! So, I just came over because I'm home all alone and the kitchen sink is clogged pretty badly. We've had some troubles with it since we moved in but mom keeps putting off calling someone out. Do you think you can just help me with it a quick minute? I hate to leave it that way before heading out for the day."

"Sure no problem, let me just grab a shirt, okay?"

"Oh no don't bother with that!"[Fuck! Why did I say that?! Now he's looking at me like I'm bat shit crazy!]

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I just mean, you know, why bother getting it all dirty and..uh...it's so hot out."

"Yea..but still...I think I'll take my chances. I'll just be a minute. I'm sure your clog will still be there." He said with a laugh and ran off to what I assumed was his bedroom. I instantly wanted to follow him and demand that he bend me over his bed and fuck me into oblivion. I drifted off into a daydream consisting of a rough blow job and a nice long orgasm.

"Nadia? Nadia! Hello, anybody in there??!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Let's go!......So how long have you lived here? I can't help but notice you don't have any pictures or anything on your walls. I paint, you know, I could whip up some stuff for ya."

"Oh really? I didn't know that! Yeah, I've been meaning to get around to it. I actually have been here like five years now but you know how we guys are."

"haha. Yea, yall are like puppies, just eat, sleep, and poop."

"Pretty much but I would definitely love to have some of your work. No rush or anything, obviously. Do you have any of it in your house?"

I opened the door and showed him three of my favorite canvases that we had hanging up on the wall in the entrance hallway. "So, these are some of my favorites. They hang together to create a huge colorful field of poppies. I painted them last summer before college started, I haven't had much time to paint during school. I'm hoping I can get some stuff done during spring break and then during summer. When we moved here my mom thought this would be a nice spot for them."

"Very nice work Nadia, I think some of your stuff would definitely liven my place up. What is it you're studying in college and how long has this water been in the sink?"

"Ummm honestly, I woke up like an hour or two ago so I couldn't really say. I imagine my mom tried to wash dishes before she left for work but it was like that when I came down this morning." I lied.

"Okay, it's just a little so it's no big deal. Do you happen to have any baking soda and vinegar? They're two super random items but they help a lot for little odd jobs in a home; the kitchen sink included."

"Uh, yea, I actually think we do, it would be in that cabinet behind you. Oh and education. I am studying education."

"Awesome! What grade/subject? Can you get some water boiling?"

"Yea, sure no problem. While I'm a little uncertain about what grade exactly, I am leaning more toward middle school and I definitely want to teach math. I am a total slut for numbers! Haha"

"Hahaha you've got a great sense of humor, you know that?"

"Eh, I like to think so."

"Okay, so you're going to pour about a third of that pot down the drain there, future math teacher, then we will pour some of the soda in. I'll pour some vinegar and you will pour another third of hot water down at the same time, we will let it set and then you will pour the rest of the hot water in, got it?"

"Let's do it!" [Literally. Let's fuck.]

"So do you want a drink or anything while we wait for everything to clear out? We've got some bottled water, some lemonade, coke, or I can make coffee."

"Oh sure, water is fine, thanks."

I leaned into the fridge making a show out of my dress riding up my legs and hoping he was paying attention. "So, Mr. Stevenson, what do you do?"

"Well, I am an English teacher over in Orange and just call me Jack. Mr. Stevenson is for my students."

"No Shit?!"

...He sat there looking dumb founded at my language. Both his hands were sitting on the kitchen table; one sort of balled up with the other covering it. I put both of my hands over them squishing my boobs together, leaned in, and said, "I'm so sorry if my language offended you! I guess I got a little comfortable in our conversation!"

"Oh, no don't be sorry. I was just a little shocked. I mean the slut comment was a little shocking too but I just didn't expect it. You look like you've never cussed a day in your life! Haha."

"Well, to be quite honest with you Jack, around my friends I am kind of a sailor!"

"Is that so? Well, I'm not as uptight as I am sure I look so feel free to act yourself around me!"

"You definitely do NOT look uptight and talking to you is so easy. I bet you're great with your students, too."

"Eh, I like to think so." He smiled. "So if you ever need like a teacher to observe or someone for your student teaching I don't mind at all. I mean, it is about 30-45 minutes away but you could definitely ride with me so it wouldn't cost you anything and being that we live so close you could help me grade and stuff."

"Seriously?! Awesome! Thank you so much!! I actually have a class that I will need to observe for this fall! Thanks so much that so great! I was a little undecided on which school to go and talk to about doing that! Should I like ask your principal or anything?"

"How about you just email or fax him any paperwork the university gave you. In the meantime, I will give him a heads up that you will be doing so and then when the time comes all you'll have to do is come."

[Dear God, we did he have to end his sentence that way. If he only knew how bad I wanted to cum!]

"AAAH! That's so fucking awesome!! Thanks!" I jumped up and hugged him. "I was also a little nervous about having to get to meet a teacher and whether or not they would be nice to this college kid pestering them for observation hours." 

"Oh yea, I know how you feel. I was a little nervous having someone watch me teach THEIR students. You get accustomed to it though." He got up to check the drain and I hoped it was still clogged to keep up our conversation. "Well, Nadia, it seems my work here is done."

"Yay! Well, I was totally enjoying our conversation but I am sure you have things to do! I don't want to hold you up or anything but I would really love to like repay you somehow...would you like to possibly come over some night and have dinner with mom and me?"

"That sounds great! I actually enjoy cooking but I would love to have someone to eat with for a change! My son, Jason lives in the dorms at school in Houston so I eat dinner with my work most of the time. What day would you like me to come by?"

"How about this Saturday evening? I know it's sort of short notice, just a few days away but I have sort of a busy week next week wrapping things up for this semester."

"No, that actually works perfectly for me too. I'm meeting a buddy at the gym that morning and I'll probably go for a run after but I should be home and cleaned up any time after like three or four."

"Perfect! I'll see you then...well probably even before then being you live across the street!" We both laughed and I showed him back to the door thanking him one more time for the help. I couldn't help but to look at his ass in his jeans. Despite what guys may think, women do indeed look at asses just as much as guys do!

I'm quite certain I spent the next hour or so slowly rubbing my clit and twisting my left nipple....but it's kind of hazy. I thought about what it would've been like had he come behind me when I leaned over in the fridge to get his water. If he lifted my sundress up a little bit more and seen that I didn't have any panties on and that my pussy was wet and puffy with need for his cock. Eventually, I had to pry my hands away and go get dressed to head to work at our local 24 hour bookstore.

My six hour shift at work felt like six years with all my sexual frustration and excitement for the weekend. Though I started it simply lustfully wanting to meet him, I genuinely enjoyed conversation with him. Even though my mom would be with us, I felt like a kid waiting for Christmas and before I knew it, I realized I needed to come up with an idea for something to cook! I logged into my Pinterest account on my computer at work and started looking up some things and then I started to wonder...things like what is his favorite food? Mexican? Italian? Is he allergic to anything? Does he like pasta? Rice? Okay, no need for panic, chicken is pretty safe and who doesn't love some Alfred sauce?! Fettuccini sounds like the way to go! Maybe an apple pie for dessert! And of course some sort of wine from the rack at home!

So now that I had my dinner ideas, I wrote down a small list and directions for a "Cajun" fettuccini and decided I would go to the store the next morning. A slow Wednesday night at the bookstore led to me looking over some other random recipes and such on Pinterest as well as some cute hairstyles....because who gets on there without looking at hairstyles?! I picked up a novel and randomly started to read it in an effort to distract myself until my shift was over. When I got off, I stopped at the little coffee shop inside the store and made my way home to shower and then crash into bed.

The next day I texted my mom at work to let her know what had happened that afternoon and that I had invited Jack over for dinner on Saturday. Since we never really see each other a text message was all I could get to her. I put my phone in my pocket and headed out to the grocery store to get the few items we didn't have at home. I was off today so I thought I might sun bathe a little after I got back; hoping Jack would be out doing some sort of random yard work. However, while I was grocery shopping I ran into him! 

"Hey neighbor! Fancy meeting you here!" I smiled up at him.

"Oh hey Nadia, How's it going?"

"Great! Just picking up a few things for Saturday. We're having Cajun Chicken fettuccini. I hope that's ok with you."

"Yea, sounds awesome! I can't wait. Would you like me to bring anything?"

"Well, we have some white wine at home that I was going to serve so if you would prefer something else just bring that and your party pants!"

"Haha. OK. Will do. I've got to get back to the house and set up the sprinkler in my lawn. I'm sure I'll see you when you get back home."

"Oh yea! I'm actually off today so I was going to sunbath on the patio a bit so you'll definitely see me" 

We exchanged smiles and "See you laters." And went our separate ways. All I could think of was which of my swimsuits was the skimpiest. I paid for the few groceries and some tanning lotion and made my way home. When I get there he hadn't quite made it outside yet. I assumed he was probably getting out of his teacher attire and changing into the sweaty guy I was oogling over the day before. So I made sure to hurry and put the groceries away and go put on my favorite bikini. It was hot pink with underwire in the cups of the top so that I could get a nice bit of support and cleavage up top and the bottom was the tradition bikini style that tied up on each side. 

Mr. Stevenson still hadn't made it out and I decided to take a minute to lather myself up before I burned in the May sun. Just as I was standing to rub my legs, I heard Mr. Stevenson's front door open and caught him glancing over a bit. I decided to prop one leg up on my lawn chair at a time with my back to him so he could take in my legs and ass for a bit. Then, I put on my sun glasses and sat back in my chair to enjoy the warmth. My pussy gushed imagining that Mr. Stevenson might be getting a woody from looking at my tits. I would love to be able to say that he came over, made some comment about my suit, and took me inside for a nice hard fuck but that did not happen. He got his sprinkler installed and went inside and that was it. So shortly after I decided to go inside and put on a little cover up over my suit and make myself some coffee and read a book.

After all this, I had never noticed that my mom texted back saying that she was going to Galveston this Friday until Sunday with her girlfriends from work but to be sure and tell Jack that she said thank you. Right then I knew I had to play hard ball; maybe get him a little drunk and seduce him. The rest of Thursday and Friday sort of dragged along. Friday morning I met up with my friend jenny for some coffee before work at the book store. I told her about my hot neighbor and how we would be ALL alone Saturday evening. She told me to not to anything she wouldn't which was absolutely nothing! 

Saturday morning I decided to ahead and get in a workout myself to pass the time and then I went home to get cleaned up and start dinner. After I got cleaned up, I had chosen another cute little sundress. I opted for a white lacy bra which would give some support but still let the outline of my nipples show through the fabric. The sundress I wore was all white with the same sweetheart neckline as the one he had seen me in before and it stopped a couple of inches before my knees. Who can goes whether or not I had on panties?! 

I did not.

Jack come knocking at the door around 4:30. I explained to him that he was stuck with me since my mom went out of town but that she wanted to make sure he knew she appreciated his help, too.

"So your mom is okay with leaving her 19-20 year old daughter with the 43 year old man from across the street?!"

"One: my mom knows I'm not all that innocent. She knows that I can take care of myself. AND she knows I have done much more with guys at least ten years my senior! We are pretty much just roommates at this point. She does who and what she wants and so do i....not that you and I are doing each other or anything....you know what I mean."

"Yea, no, of course not...I'm old enough to be your dad. You don't want some old guy! Haha"

"Actually, I wasn't kidding or anything, I mean I've never been with anyone your age BUT I have been with guys up to about 37-38. I prefer men to boys. I like guys who have their shit together, can take care of themselves and me if they want to. Guys your age tend to know what they want and make it happen for themselves. I like that about them." I gave him a long stare as to insinuate that I would in fact fuck him senseless. I'm pretty sure he got the message but he diverted the conversation anyway.

"So do you need any help? Can I cut anything up or anything like that?"

"Oh no! You did all the work the other afternoon! Today, I am going to serve you!"

"Nadia, you did like 75% of the work. I really just supervised." He chuckled.

"Whatever. If you hadn't been here, I would not have known what to do anyway. Just hush and accept this." I grinned at him. "If you must do something pour us some drinks or compliment me on this outfit or something else useful." I joked.

"Right. I didn't bring anything. I figured whatever you had was probably pretty good. Just show me where everything is and I'll get right to it. Also, you know you look ravishing."

"Glasses are up there in that cabinet.." I pointed,"...and the wine is in the little rack beneath this counter here. Its still nice to be told." I winked at him. He would have to get right next to the hem of my dress to get to the wine because I was cutting at the counter I was referring to. I propped my heel up in one of the empty holes in the wine rack; giving him a little extra leg to view. He paused for a moment while down at the rack and I knew he was looking. My pussy gushed....and then...

"Wait, are you of legal drinking age missy?"

"Ha! Clearly you haven't been listening to me explain my lifestyle, but if you MUST know mister, I AM Mexican. We start drinking around the age of 15. HAHA! Besides, when a women is in charge of fixing your meal, you do what she says especially if it involves alcohol."

"Well okay then little lady."

"So I'm just going to grate a little parm to go over our pasta and then we'll be ready to eat! Do you mind grabbing us some plates out of the cabinet there? Silverware is already at the table in the dining room. I've got a little side salad over in the fridge you can go ahead and get that on the plates and I'll grab the pasta."

We sat down at the table after topping off our drinks. I for one was a little shocked at how good this recipe was! I know I am a great cook, especially since most people my age eat pizza and Ramon noodles on a daily basis. However, this was like something out of a restaurant! "So what do you think? Good?"

"Great! I'll have to come over for dinner more often! I enjoy cooking to, though. If you really like pasta I have a few dishes that are always a hit with my family. You'll have to come by and try one out sometime."

"Oh I'd love that! Cooking soothes me but usually I don't get to share my cooking with anyone. When I go out with guys it's usually out to eat somewhere or something like that and my mom only ever takes left over really."




Neighbors



"I can't believe you guys have been here, what, six months now? We never really talk much or anything."

"Yea well my mom works a good bit. I work and go to school. Between trying to maintain a social life and keeping up on sleep I just don't hang around the yard or anything much you know."

"Yea I don't think I've ever seen you out there before the other day." He shot a sly smile at me as if to say I did it on purpose. Which I obviously did. 

"Oh yea the weather was just too perfect. Can you tell I got a little tan?!" I moved my dress and bra straps to the sides of my shoulder to make a show out of my tanned tits. 

"mmmmhmmm." He said with a mouth full of salad. "Looks nice."

"Thank you!" I drank in the compliment. "So I find you to be quite interesting Mr. Stevenson. Have you ever been married or anything? What is Jason like? How old is he? What's he studying in Houston?"

"HAHA. Well, I am probably pretty boring. I was married to Jason's mom but she and I really knew we didn't belong together. After Jason left for college, she and I decided to split and she moved to New York with her family. We are still cordial care about each other; we just aren't meant to be married. I think Jason realized it as he got older and separating before he left for college would have probably been fine with him. Sometimes she comes down for the holidays when he comes and we spend Christmas together. Jason is 24 now and almost finished with his bachelor's in psychology. He wants to open up a facility there, in Houston, one day.

"Oh ok well that's cool. I'm glad you guys can still be friends and like spend time together like that...do you have sex when she comes?" I said with a straight face not really thinking anything of it. I was genuinely curious as to whether or not they still fuck. Some exes do obviously.

"Well, no we don't...." he looked puzzled. "...you're quite comfortable with sex talk and such aren't you?"

"Quite. Why do you ask?"

"Well just this week alone I feel as though quite a few things you've said were borderline sexual and some were very obviously so. It's just interesting is all."

"Ooh come on, you can't tell me you've never heard a girl my age go on about sex! I mean we're all pretty horny at this age Mr. Stevenson. We're all exploring and getting to learn what we like. Pretty natural, wouldn't you agree?"

"I do agree Nadia. I am just curious about the fact that you speak so freely about sex with me...someone old enough to be your father...you realize that don't you?"

"Haha. You realize that is the number ONE reason I am giving you the time of day?"

He sat there. Dumb founded at my comment.

"That was a joke. I mean it isn't literally the ONLY reason. You're cool but as I told you, I like men, not boys."

"How did things end in your previous relationships with older men?? Where they bad? Because if so, why would you want to continue to put yourself through that? More so, why would a man want to risk being with someone so young? I mean I am a teacher, I highly doubt my colleagues and my principal would accept me dating someone so young."

"Don't tell me you have never fucked one of your students! I'm sure you see tons of hot girls come in and out of your classroom yearly. I am also sure, that tons of those hot girls probably admire and lust after you. I am certain they have tried to seduce you once or twice, too. Besides, I am 19. Perfectly legal and I am sure you have had some "legal" students in your class that you'd like to screw after class."

"There was one. One girl. She was a senior last year, legal...I guess about your age now. She was perfect. Smart, funny, and I know she was going to be a successful young woman. It was shortly after my divorce and I felt as though I was using her to liberate myself for having been in such an unhappy marriage for so long. I also started feeling guilty taking advantage of someone so young. When she graduated I told her that we could not communicate anymore and that the ONE time we did have sex was a mistake and that she should go after someone her own age."

"Seriously? I would not have expected that from you. I would have expected this conversation to go a different way. A way in which you agree with me completely and..." I stopped a little unsure of whether or not to finish my sentence. 

"And what? You haven't held your tongue thus far."

"Nothing. Never mind. I have some apple pie for dessert if you'd like some." I got up to clear the table and get the pie. He followed after me back into the kitchen.

"Listen, Nadia, I don't want you to be angry with me. I just can't bring myself to be take adavantage of anyone else again. I truly enjoy our conversations and I hope you can be mature enough to accept and respect my opinion and we can carry on with the evening. That pie smells amazing."

"I am not angry with you, okay. I accept that that is the way you feel and you are welcome to eat my pie." I stressed that last part. Cutting the pie and licking a finger that got into it accidentally. The rest of the night was very "PG". We just talked and ate pie. I told him about the plans I had for my future class room and he shared some idea he had with me. He explained to me some of the things that worked with his students and some that had not. He also said that his son, Jason, was going to be coming into town in a couple of weeks and that he had hoped we could meet. I told him that sounded good and we exchanged a brief hug as I walked him to the door.

So. I was definitely pissed. I mean, seriously, how many straight guys can say they've had a hot girl half their age come on to them only to turn them down? I was going to tease him or get him back somehow I just had no idea how yet. At that moment I just needed to fuck someone so I called up this guy from college and asked him if he'd like to come over and hang out. We both knew what I meant by hang out so he happy obliged and was at my house in about 20 minutes. I made sure to open my window so anyone who may have happened to be around could hear us. I texted him to let him know the door was unlocked and to meet me in my room. I am normally quite loud in bed and this was of course no exception. Kevin, the guy I was fucking at the moment, was nice and rough. He knew how slutty I could get and he knew how to treat me like such. He was a nice guy and treated me very well when we weren't having sex. I knew that anytime I needed him he would be there for me but I also knew that he could fuck like his life depended on it and at that moment that was all I needed from him. I have a canopy bed and Kevin always enjoyed tying my arms and legs to the poles at each end. He would dive into my pussy face fist and make me cum over and over. He brought over a pair of nipple clamps on this particular occasion, which I properly thanked him for. Right in the middle of a very high pitched orgasm my bedroom door swung open!

"Shit! I'm sorry, I thought you were being hurt or something." It was Mr. Stevenson. He slammed the door and ran back over to his house. I heard the front door slam and him yelling from my front yard.

"Close the fucking window Nadia!!"

"Someone is pissed aren't they?! Please don't stop. I need this right now babe."

Kevin laughed and went back to work with his tongue. Before long he was untying me and flipping me over. He slammed into me from behind and I squealed in delight if the feeling of his cock.

"Oh Kevin, I love your cock! I'm going to cum on it!!"

"You know the rules girl. You cum on me you clean me up."

"MMMM yes baby!!"

Kevin and I continued in this manner until he ended up shooting a load all over my tits and face. I thanked him for coming by on such short notice and he assured me I was worth the trip. Once he was gone I decided to go shower and go to bed. It had been a long day and I was spent.

It had been over a week and I had not heard from Mr. Stevenson after our incident with Kevin in my bedroom. I was sure he wanted to fuck me and the fact that he was telling me he wouldn't only made me want him more. I was going to get him to. I just had to push the right button. I followed my normal routine: school, work, and I started sunbathing a good bit more. 

One day, when I was laying out on the patio, Mr. Stevenson walked up and startled me. I had fallen asleep there and definitely did not expect to see him.

"Nadia, I know that things were a little weird last time we saw each other but I did really mean what I said about wanting to be friends."

"So you would like to be friends with a 19 year old girl?"

"I would like to be friends with a very mature 19 year old girl."

"Mature? Really? Just mature enough for you outside of a friendship?" 

"Nadia, please stop it. I thought you were going to respect my opinions about this....this behavior is not very mature either."

"You're right Mr. Stevenson. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

He just stood there glaring over me. "Well, I came over to tell you that my son would be home tomorrow and I would like to cook you guys dinner and introduce the two of you. I told you, it's Jack."

"Okay."

"Okay so we'll see you around 5 tomorrow?"

"Sure, Mr. Stevenson."

"Good. See you then."

He left the conversation that way and just strolled on over to his house. I think y behavior was getting to him. I wondered if his son was as hot as him and if maybe seeing me flirt with Jason would stir him up a bit. I sat there on the patio for a bit longer before I went inside. I was really beginning to get a little frustrated. I am sort of accustomed to getting what I want with men and the chase was killing me.

Friday afternoon I decided to take my time in the shower; giving myself a little pleasure to ensure I would be in a good mood. If I had to have dinner with these two I needed some sort of release first. When I got out, I decided to put on a navy colored skater style skirt with a white tank top tucked into it. I wore red sandals and red earrings. I misted myself with some of my Katy Perry perfume and made my way over to Mr. Stevenson's. I knocked on the door and waited patiently to be greeted by Jason. He was the spitting image of his dad, who I guess I never really did a great job of describing before. They both had this dark brown, almost black hair, with nicely tanned skin, and blue eyes. Both could get my panties wet at the drop of a dime.

"Hi, I'm Nadia, You must be Jason. Mr. Stevenson told me all about you! I feel as though I already know you. How are you?"

"I'm great Nadia! It's so nice to finally meet you. My dad goes on and on about you. Come in."

We walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. Jason put his arm around me and commented on how nice I looked and said that he had not imagined I would look at good as I do.

"Well that's sweet. Thanks Jason. You are very handsome, yourself." I smiled up at him. "So is your dad around?"

"No. He had to run out to the store for a few things for dinner. Can I get you a drink or anything babe?"

"No thanks, I'm good for now....So Jason, how is Houston living? Seeing anyone?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Oh it's great. I love it there. And no baby I am completely single. I just like having fun you know?" He had his arm still around me and his hand near my boob. He was sort of tracing my bra strap. I bit my lip and decided to give him a little kiss. He was obviously into me and it would be sort of fun seeing Mr. Stevenson's face if he was to catch us!

Jason done into the kiss ever stronger than I would have imagined. He took the liberty of groping my tits while he was at it. I decided to turn up the heat a bit and straddle him. 

"Well, someone sure is wound up aren't they?!" he said with shock.

"Oh you have no idea!!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and went back to his lips while he put a hand on each thigh. He slowly started to raise each hand up under my skirt until he reached my ass, squeezing it. Like clockwork, Mr. Stevenson walked in and we broke our kiss to greet him.

"Oh Hi, dad!" Jason chirped.

"Mr. Stevenson, so nice to see you again. I love that shirt on you."

He stood there for a minute. I think he was stunned to see us in this position knowing we just met.

"FUCK NADIA! I SWEAR YOU TWO CAN'T HAVE MET BUT WHAT TEN MINUTES AGO?! GO TO YOUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!"

He was pissed! I loved getting a rise out of him. I grinned and taunted him with a low "Yes sir Mr. Stevenson." I got up off of Jason and my skirt was up showing a nice sized wet spot in my panties. I looked over at Jason and thanked him for the good time and said that we should do it again sometime. Then, I straightened out my skirt and went out the door.

I'm not really sure what went on after I left the two of them but about 15 minutes later there was a knock at my front door. I went to open it and as soon as I could Mr. Stevenson barged in and shoved me up against the entrance wall. He lifted me, hooking his wrists under each of my thighs, pinning me there. My tits heaving with excitement.

"So, you obviously are not accepting of my decision to keep a friendly, platonic relationship between us are you?!"

I just looked at him, biting my lower lips...

"So now you have nothing to say? Well. It's your lucky day little slut because I am FINALLY going to give you what you've been begging for." He gave me the most passionate, most forceful kiss I've ever had while he moved his hands to the wet spot in my crotch. "So, today you decide to wear panties? Is this the first time in your life?"

Again, I just looked at him. A little puzzled, a little shocked.

"Did you think I couldn't tell Nadia? Every time you bent over a tiny little bit of your little pussy would peak out. At first I thought I had imagined it because it was what I wanted to see. But then, when we had dinner, I knew it was not my imagination. I could almost smell your sweet pussy in the air at dinner a few weeks ago and when I found you with that boy, I knew it was your scent. I knew it was the smell of this little cunt in heat." He slipped is finger along my pussy lips on the outside of my panties as he said the word "this". He then took the time to unzip his jeans and stroke his cock along the wet spot of my panties, teasing my weak pussy. 

"Oh, please Mr. Stevenson, I need it so bad. Please put it in me."

"Maybe I will. Do you know how to suck cock Nadia? What am I saying? Of course a little bitch like you does. I bet you were about to suck Jason off on my couch there, huh?" he let me down, place his hands on my shoulders, urging me to my knees. All the while I was looking up at him, so excited. "What do you want Nadia?"

"I want to suck your cock Mr. Stevenson." I reached up to tug his dick before wrapping my lips around him. He slapped my hand away.

"Have you gotten permission to do that?!" he growled at me. I kneeled there shocked at his response. Thinking I was supposed to stroke him...

"What? Are you shocked at the way I'm treating you? The way I'm talking to you? Well, you wanted me to fuck you SO bad. Now, you're going to see the way I like things. If you're going to be fucking me, you're going to be doing it on my terms. Understand?"

"Oh God, yes Mr. Stevenson. Anything you want. This is so hot. I love it." I said to him honestly. I was loving the way he was treating me.

"Now, reach back, grab your ankles, and open your slut mouth. We're going to have some fun."

He drove his cock down my throat until I almost threw up. I held it back and accepted him. He held my head; holding my hair back for me. I looked up at him enjoying watching the pleasure in his face. He pulled back a little, looking down at me. "God. You are so beautiful Nadia. I kept trying to be good with you. Trying to keep my hands off of you. Only masturbating here and there when you flaunted your round little ass at me. Oh, you're going to pay for that by the way." He pulled himself out all the way, rubbed his slimy cock all over my face, looked to his left and said, "oh look, we left the door open..."