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The Good Neighbor Ch. 02

By: Jenny6969



My next contact with Helen and Jenny started when I received a call one Saturday afternoon from Helen. "Hi there, Ron, long time no see," her silky voice purred in the phone. Indeed, it had been two weeks since my "sleepover" and the erotic encounter with her and her daughter Jenny.

"Long time, Helen. How are you?"

"Great. Say, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."

"Of course, if it means getting to see you again," I replied.

With a smile in her voice, she said, "I'd like that too. So, here's the thing. Jenny and I have been planning a little graduation party." Jenny, a scholar, was valedictorian of her class, and was expecting a scholarship to Yale in the fall. Helen had seen her through the tough times since Jenny's father died when she was in grade school. As a beautiful and bright girl, Jenny was only slightly hampered by crutches, which she occasionally used due to having had polio as a child. This had restricted her social life, but I knew firsthand that Jenny was a self-confident, if somewhat naïve young lady destined for success. The night we shared just two weeks ago was vividly etched in my memory. The thought of giving her more "lessons" excited me.

"I like your parties. What's the favor?"

"Thanks, our last party was something special. The party started as a small get-together at our house for a few close friends and some of Jenny's classmates. Now it's grown to include several other sets of parents and neighbors. I just couldn't say no when Jenny invited them. It's coming up next weekend. I'm hoping you could help me as a kind of co-host, if you would." She mentioned that my daughter Mary, who was graduating with Jenny, was invited, as well.

"I can serve drinks and snacks with the best of them," I said.

"Thanks, Ron. I'll be eternally grateful, and will owe you big time. I want this to go well."

"I'm sure it will, with you planning it. Are you sure you have enough room for all the guests?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we do if I move some furniture around, open up the deck, and borrow extra tables," she began.

"I've got an idea. Mary's been talking about a get-together too. How about if we combine our lists and move the party to my cabin at Lake Osprey? It's large enough and has room to spread out on the porch and lawn."

"Oh, Ron, that would be great. Let's get together and do the planning."

Getting together with Helen sounded great to me. I offered to come over immediately and she said yes. I hung up and jumped to change from the ratty pair of jeans into a clean shirt and pair of shorts. I left a note for Mary, slipped out the back door, and cut across our backyard, through a hedgerow, into Helen's backyard. I remembered the last time I was here I saw Helen changing clothes through her bedroom window. Glancing up, I saw that the window was empty, but the deck was not. Jenny was laying face down on a lounge chair, obviously sunning herself. From my angle, all I could see was her arm draped off the chair, her auburn hair wrapped in a knot, and the curve of her tight rounded ass, which was barely covered with green bikini pants. She was faced away from me and didn't notice me coming toward her, across the lawn. As I climbed the steps to the deck, she turned her head and smiled.

"Oh, hi Ron!" Slowly, she rolled over and sat up, holding the top of her bikini to cover her breasts. She had been basking with the top untied so as not to have a tan line on her back, I presumed. 

"Hi, Jenny. You are looking lovely, as usual." In fact, she was radiant, glowing with sheen from the tanning oil. Her figure included those perky breasts and long legs, just seeing the beginnings of mature roundness. Her big round green eyes were hidden behind wrap-around sunglasses.

"Thanks. I think Mom's inside," she said. "I was just about to go in. I've had enough sun. Can't take too much at one time."

Reaching out, I touched her shoulder. "That fair skin must burn easily," I said. Contact with her was like a surge of adrenalin. I could feel myself getting aroused, as I did so easily remembering what we had done in her house two weeks ago. As I started to back away, Jenny reached out and touched my leg, rubbing through the hairs from calf, over knee, to my thigh.

"Nice shorts," she said with a grin. "A little lumpy, though." Obviously she saw the bulge. She tugged on the shorts, teasing me. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to take them off and have Jenny's pretty mouth do her magic on my swelling cock. I was horny enough, and she was undressed enough, but it was still daylight and we were exposed on the deck.

"Jenny, are you teasing our good neighbor?" Helen was looking through the sliding screen door. She was barefoot, wearing blue shorts and a white halter-top, tight enough to accentuate her full figure and sexy curves. Her long dark hair was tied back and her bright blue eyes smiled with delight. "Maybe you should bring him inside," she added. "I've got cold lemonade ready."

Jenny grabbed a beach towel and slung it around her neck so the ends covered her breasts. I offered a hand to help Jenny up, pulling her easily as she arose. I reached down for her crutch and handed it to her. She still occasionally used it to compensate for the weakness in her legs, a holdover from a childhood bout with polio. Jenny flipped her sunglasses onto the top of her head and led the way inside, as I enjoyed the view of her tight ass and bare back. During my previous evening with these two women, I found out that they were neither inhibited nor lacking in their ambitions. I had hopes of a repeat performance with them, and was glad for the call today.

As soon as we were inside, Helen grabbed my waist, pulled me toward her, and planted a kiss on my lips. As neighbors, we had been friendly. After having sex with her and Jenny, we felt even closer, no longer afraid to express ourselves. We had a mutual respect for each other, a love for our children, and an obvious desire that was not sated with just one encounter.

Jenny seated herself on a stool at the breakfast nook and began pouring the drinks from a pitcher into glasses already containing ice cubes. Breaking from Helen's embrace reluctantly, I moved with her to the nook. I grabbed a glass, passed it to Helen, and took another for myself. "Here's to the graduate; long may she shine!" We toasted with the lemonade and took the first swallows. It was very good.

"Ron's offered the use of his cabin for your party, Jen. What do you think of that?"

"Wow, that's great. Will Mary be there too?" asked Jenny.

"Yes, she's got a couple of friends that will come. So it'll be a real party." We began to talk about the details, making arrangements for food and drinks. I had inherited the cabin from my Dad, who loved to hunt and fish. He had purchased it just before the park acquired additional acreage, almost encircling his property. There was still access to the lake at a small dock. I had considered selling the cabin to help pay for Mary's college tuition, but hadn't done so yet. It provided a place for me to get away and relax, even if I didn't fish as much as my Dad used to. 

We made a list of Jenny and Mary's friends who had been invited, as well as the parents and other adults who would be there. It turned into a list of sixteen, not counting the four of us. We agreed to split the expenses. I promised to have the cabin cleaned up and ready for visitors before the following weekend. I drew a little map, showing the way to the gated driveway off the state highway, so Helen could duplicate it for the others.

"Well, I've got my work cut out for me," I said, getting up to go. 

"Oh, yes," said Jenny. "You have to split all that wood so we can have a big bonfire."

"There's plenty of wood, I promise."

"I can see that you have split a few cords," said Helen, wrapping her hands around one of my biceps. "I just love a big, strong man," she sighed, batting her blue eyes like Olive Oyl mooning over Popeye the sailor man. 

"I'm good to the finish, 'cause I eat my spinach," I said, puffing out my chest and acting the part. This caused Helen to giggle and Jenny to roll her eyes.

"You say you've got plenty of wood? I think there's wood in here, too," said Jenny as she put her hand over the front of my bulging shorts. "Maybe we should check it out." As her hands worked my zipper, I pulled the towel from her shoulders, fully exposing her breasts and the erect little nipples centered at the tips. I reached out to tweak the nipples and rub my palms over them. Helen leaned over to kiss me again, her hands busy at my chest. Helen slipped around behind me just as my cock sprang free. 

"Oh looky here, it's a full cord," Jenny said as she peeled my shorts down to my ankles and off my feet. As I watched Jenny's warm hands wrap my hard shaft, I felt like I could explode right then. She had completely lost her inhibitions when it came to cock fondling, it seemed. Having Helen there too was almost more than my aching balls could stand. At once, I wanted to cum so bad.

Jenny stroked my cock, and then lowered her face to kiss the tip. Licking it sensually, she looked up at me. "Please, Jenny. I want you to suck me. Use your pretty mouth just like I taught you." In fact, Jenny was such a quick learner during our first encounter, she had successfully brought me to orgasm several times.

"I've thought about this every night since our last party. It's given me a hard on every night," I said. "I've dreamed of seeing you and your mother again like this."

"We've wanted it too, Ron," said Helen, as she nuzzled my ear. As Jenny licked my dick like a Popsicle, I reached for her head and pulled the tie holding her red hair in place. It flowed down from her head, over her shoulders, and tickled my thighs. Helen moved around to my side. I reached for her halter-top knot and untied it, freeing her breasts. I tossed the top aside and pulled her closer, burying my face between her full breasts. Reaching down, I slipped my hand between her ass cheeks, probing with my thumb upward under her shorts. Feeling the heat and wetness forming there, I pushed further. Helen quickly shed her shorts and I continued to feel my way upward to insert two fingers into her pussy. Moving and twisting my hand, bushing my lips over her nipples, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm in her pussy. My hand motion paid off, as Helen shuddered and moaned, hugging me tightly as she came.

"Oh, God, that was nice," said Helen as she sat down again. "I was saving that up, I guess."

I was rapidly losing control due to Jenny's ministrations on my lap. Feeling the familiar tingle and tightening, I said, "That's so good Jenny, I'm going to cum. Are you ready?" 
 With a mumbled "Mm, humm," she took me deeper, increased the pressure with her tongue, and pumped my cock from the balls to the tip, never releasing the suction at the tip. Pleasure never felt so good as I exploded, bucking my hips up into Jenny's face. "Ah, ah ahhh," I grunted as I came in her mouth. She continued to squeeze and suck as my cum gushed out in spurts. She swallowed once, twice, and then opened up to lick the tip, still holding on and slowly pumping. I was so sensitive that I immediately spurted again, the cum hitting Jenny's cheek and chin. My hand over hers helped slow the rhythm to increase the pleasure, as the last few contractions of the orgasm pushed a few more drops out of the tip. Those she licked off as she released my cock. Then she stood to kiss my lips. With drops of cum dripping off her chin, I kissed her tenderly, holding one breast in each hand.

"Jenny, that was fantastic," I said between heavy breaths. "Wouldn't you like to cum too?" She just grinned as she wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand. I stood and pushed her back until she plopped down on the ottoman behind her. Kneeling before her, I pushed her knees apart and began by kissing her belly button. Licking and kissing lower toward the trimmed red bush, my tongue pushed out to probe between the folds of her pussy lips. Jenny held my head in her hands, encouraging me to continue. I pushed my tongue inside, wiggling it upward, pushing deeper. The taste was familiar and erotic. Jenny spread wider, allowing me the deepest access. My fingers held her open as I pushed inside. She moaned and her hands encouraged me to continue. Slowly, then with increasing pressure, I worked lips and tongue together, knowing it felt good to her. 

"Oh yes, yes. That's it. Oh God. Oh, God." Suddenly, she spasmed, releasing her girl cum all over my chin, just as I had cum on her chin minutes before. Arching her back, Jenny cried out, "Oh I'm cumming! Oh, my. Oh my. Ooooh, wow!" The wetness increased and I sucked and licked it up. 

Breathing heavily, she sighed "Wow, that was better than the first time!" I leaned back as she slid to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. 

"Look, Mom. He's still hard!" Indeed, even though I had a powerful orgasm, being near these two was a powerful aphrodisiac. I had a raging hard on that wasn't going to go away before I had a chance to fuck. 

"I can see, honey. Roll over on your back, Ron. I want to take it like I took it the first time." I laid back and she stood over me, one foot on each side of my hips. Slowly she squatted. As she held my cock pointed toward her pussy, I felt myself sliding into her. Before I knew it, she had taken me fully inside. 

"Oh, god, I love your big cock," she said. I looked down to see our groins touching as my cock was buried inside her. I reached up to caress her breasts as they dangled above my face. As our eyes met, I recognized the look of pure lust in her eyes. Helen lifted slightly, pushing up using her hands and knees, until only the tip of me was inside. Then she lowered herself down again to take it back inside. I could feel the familiar hot wetness around my shaft. She liked this position and we both knew how good it felt as she began to bounce. I thrust upward slightly with each rhythmic motion, wanting to go deeper. Again and again Helen drove down to my root, then withdrew to the tip. Each stroke felt like I was hitting bottom. It was hot and wet, and I was losing control fast.

She was breathing harder, and I enjoyed watching her breasts bounce above my face. Suddenly, she tensed and said, "I cumming now! Cumming all over that big cock!" Pushing upward, I felt her rhythmically squeeze me on the inside, her juices lubricating my cock. As she held herself up with her hands beside my shoulders, I pushed up and inside her, thrusting until I could not hold back any more.

"I'm cumming too! Oh, oh, now!" I felt the oncoming orgasm and I erupted and squirted my cum deep inside her. I pulsed as wave after wave of powerful jets pulsed from my cock deep within her. 

"Yes, oh yes, I feel it. Give me that sweet juice! Oh, yes!" She pushed her tits in my face as she squeezed the last of my juice from me. Reluctantly, she raised herself, and I popped out of that tight, wet pussy. Our mingled juices leaked from her, dripping back on my cock and legs. She rolled off to my left side. We were both fully sated and exhausted. The smell of sex was strong in the air. Jenny was watching from my right side, still naked. She was playing with herself, grinning, and obviously ready to cum again. I watched her fingers dance over her slit in a circular motion, then probe inside. The tempo increased until she squeezed her hand between her thighs and sighed. She leaned over and kissed me. We lay on our backs on the floor, catching our breath. I realized we had two great cums apiece in the span of less than an hour. It turned out to be a great afternoon, filled with unexpected, but greatly satisfying sex. I knew the future held nothing less than more great fun with Helen and Jenny.

The Good Neighbor Ch. 02



A year and a half after losing my virginity to my parents' neighbor, Lynne James, I had been home from school for every vacation. 

Lynne described my visits as "make up classes" and the last one was "summer school." She'd taught me everything I knew about sex and especially the part of the curriculum that focused on pleasuring a woman. She stressed that once that class was mastered, the others became largely superfluous. 

My parents seemed happy that I wanted to come home and spend time with them! My sister Jennifer, in her final year, came home maybe fifty per cent of the time. This Christmas Holiday was one of those visits, the house was constantly filling and emptying. Different groups of my sister's friends, my friends and our parent's friends, neighbors, family, Dad's business associates, it never seemed to end.

It was a Wednesday morning, a few days before Christmas. I'd been up and out early for a run and had landed back in the kitchen to Mother's welcome offer of a cooked breakfast. She fixed it while I showered. 

I was tucking into pancakes, bacon and eggs when Dad entered through the back door. "Lynne's pregnant" he announced.

I disguised my choke as a cough, he asked if I was alright "yes, fine, something got stuck" I went back to my breakfast fully expecting Mother to continue the conversation, she didn't disappoint.

"Oh that's wonderful when's she due?"

"How would I know?" My Dad asked.

"Honey, if she told you she was pregnant, the first question after you've offered your congratulations should be 'when are you due?' are you stupid?" 

"I didn't speak with Lynne, Bob shouted to me as he was driving away."

"Oh, sorry, well, I'll get the full story."

"Yes, Darling, I knew I could leave the interrogation to you."

My Mother gave him a look and walked towards the phone as she wiped her hands on a dish towel, dropping it on the counter and taking a deep breath as she dialed the James residence.

"Lynne, congratulations......yes.....Bob told him.......yes.......this morning......well, just a few minutes ago, half a conversation I think....yes, I knew I had to call you to get the full story.....yes......oh we are so thrilled for you both...........when are you due?.......May........oh that's wonderful, perfect time, before the heat of summer.....oh do I ever remember having Jeff inside me during that brutally hot summer.....oh yes.....let's chat later.......let me fix lunch for us........yes...........oh, it's wonderful news, congratulations again......yes.....I'll see you later." She hung up.

I'd been fucking Lynne James all summer. The irony of having spent one hot summer inside my Mother and another intermittently inside Lynne James was not lost on me. I'd fucked her two or three times a week for three months last summer and now she was expecting a baby 9 months after August! Hey, I was only in the second year of a four year degree but I could figure out one of the possibilities.

My Sister entered the kitchen wearing a T shirt and boy shorts, if she wasn't my sister I'd definitely have wanted to fuck her but grateful for small mercies, many of my teenage fantasies had focused on her gorgeous, fresh, pink friends. I had been happy with the proximity of the inspiration for many years, especially at pool parties and sleep-overs. 

Unfortunately, their sexual interest was never in boys two years younger and at this time it seemed dominated by 'men' with cars and jobs. There was once a suggestion that they could use my cock as practice for 'real life' blow jobs but sadly the idea never took off. 

(It was on a Sunday morning after one of Jenny's high school slumber parties that Dad had asked "where the fuck have all the bananas gone, there was a dozen of them there yesterday." Mom suggested that the girls had probably eaten them and it was never mentioned again. It registered with me about two years later!)

Mom put a plate of pancakes in front of Jenny and announced the news from next door that Lynne was pregnant. Jenny looked straight at me and I looked straight at the last rasher of bacon on my plate. 

She knew. I had wondered if she knew, we'd never spoken about it but in that moment I knew that she knew. She'd seen me coming and going from Lynne's house last summer, I'd explained it away and she hadn't pressed the issue. 

Now she kept my secret again and continued chatting with my already distracted Mother who seemed not to notice the look that Jenny had given me. She asked her to go to the mall with her, she wanted to get a baby gift and pick up some 'other things.' As an aside, what are 'other things'? or a 'few things'? Is it just one of the mysteries of life perpetuated by secretive women for men to solve or ignore? I ignored it but the mention of 'other things' seemed to do the trick for Jenny, she was all in favor of a shopping trip with Mom.

I wondered about their lunch, should I make myself scarce or stick around, externally nonchalantly unaware and disinterested yet inwardly bristling with pride surrounding my newly discovered fertility? I decided to stay and have an excuse to leave if I felt the need.

I followed Jenny upstairs, accidentally gluing my gaze to her winking ass all the way up.

As we reached the relative privacy of the upstairs landing she asked "so you like my ass Jeff?"

"You have a beautiful ass Jen, if you weren't my sister I'd fuck you in a heart beat."

"Oh, you say the nicest things. I've been running a lot. Is it as nice as Lynne's ass.?"

"Ssshhh" I put my finger to my lips and pushed her into her bedroom. "Look, thank-you forever for keeping your mouth shut but pleeeeeeeze, keep it that way."

"Safe with me Jeff, no worries." She lifted her T shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor as she walked towards her bathroom.

"Great tits too Jenn." I turned and left her room.

"Thanks Stud." She called with a giggle.

15 minutes later I was in my own room, laying on the bed reading the S.I. play-off forecasts when Jenny, wrapped in a towel, entered without knocking.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Don't you knock?"

"No, I thought I might catch you jerking off Stud."

I smiled at her "I'll let you know when the next show is."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, you and your girl friends are all welcome."

"Oh, I'll be sure to tell them."

"You do that."

"Count on it Stud." She turned to leave.

"Wait Jen." She paused "Did you want something?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask if you were ok."

I looked at her and gestured for her to close the door. She did.

"I dunno. I mean, I dunno for sure if it's mine and I dunno what I'm supposed to do next."

She inhaled deeply and took a seat on the bed. "Here's what you do, you behave as if you never once fucked her. If she wants to acknowledge it, she'll let you know, otherwise, zip it, let go."

"Makes sense but it's not that simple."

"It has to be, right now, this minute, you have to make it 'that simple' and let go of it or you'll fuck everything up for everyone."

"I will?"

"Yes, you will."

"Ok wise one."

"And anyway, I'm going to bring you a new friend tonight. Won't solve your dilemma but it'll take your mind off it." She smiled and laughed as she pushed off my thigh and stood to leave.

"Who?"

"Who would you like?"

"What are my choices?"

"Cheeky bastard, ok, let me think, Andrea, Cath, Amy, Julia, Beth, that enough?"

"Er yeah, more than enough but what makes you think...." She cut me off.

"I don't need to think, they've all told me more than once that they'd love to fuck you. Amy has told me every time I've seen her for years."

"Really?"

She stopped at the door, turned and looked me in the eye, her head shook slowly from side to side as she stated a very clear "Really. And now that we all get to watch you jerk off, well, anything could happen..." Her voice trailed off as she closed the door with a firm click.

Things were looking up already. I sauntered downstairs where Dad was dicking around with a string of lights above the archway from the hallway to the kitchen. "Hey, you need some cash for gifts?"

"That's an offer too good to refuse Dad."

"Well, I'll give you your Christmas cash now and you can spend it on gifts for everybody else, I'll throw in an extra hundred if you get me a new putter I need."

"Dad, lend me the car and you got a deal." He smiled, stood up, peeled off a bunch of notes and asked me to follow him to the den. He lifted a golf magazine from the rack and tore out a page with a circle around a Ping putter.

"Thirty two inch shaft please. Your Mother will go nuts if I buy any more golf clubs but if you get it, well, no problem."

"I got your back Dad."

"I got yours Jeff" He handed me another hundred. "Merry Christmas."

I went out to the car, Lynne was just pulling in to her driveway, there was no sign of her husband's car. I looked over, waved and with churning stomach walked towards her. She held out her hand and I did the same. It was awkward, painfully awkward. I wanted to hold her and kiss her, I wanted to be inside her house, I wanted to ask about the baby, establish its ancestry, I wanted to fuck her again, I wanted her mouth on my cock, I wanted to hear her screaming in ecstasy and know I'd played a part in it.

"Jeff, so good to see you."

"You too, how are you?"

"Well, I suppose you heard my big news, Bob and I are expecting a baby."

She had to put his name in her first full sentence. "Er, yes, I heard, er, congratulations, is it, is there, I mean is er, when do, I mean when is it due?" I wasn't expressing myself very well.

"May Jeff, the thirtieth of May. I know you must be thinking that you're the Father but please Jeff, please forget that notion, for your sake and mine...." Almost as an afterthought she added "..and for Bob's sake and the baby's."

"Er yes, I will, yes. Thank-you." I don't know why I thanked her but I did, probably because she had suggested the easiest, softest route for all involved. It gave me a way to deal with this time home, with the Holiday, with seeing her and her husband. Knowing everything was clear and that her and I were on the same page did make it easier but I still wanted more. 

I wanted to be alone with her and know the answers to every question that I asked myself but couldn't answer. There were countless questions that I couldn't ask in the middle of her front lawn. Even body language had to be silenced and my eyes alone couldn't say all the things that my heart wanted her to hear. Questions I'd never thought of and emotions I'd never felt were flooding my mind. I walked away before I drowned. 

I left her with the expectation of seeing one another at lunch time but I was shaking as I drove away in my Dad's car. I let go of the idea of seeing Lynne at lunch time or ever again and I started to cry. Not a wailing, blabbering baby cry but a few stray tears. I went to the park, usually I run there and run around there, today I sat on a bench and realized a few things.

While my sexual awakening had been wonderful, the consequences of it now hurt more than I could ever have imagined possible. I didn't know about these feelings but I was determined to embrace them and overcome them. I accepted that I had invested myself and pursued something unattainable, merely momentary pleasure, without any chance of permanence. The pain only came from the fact that I wanted it to be more than it could be or could ever have been. If I'd approached it as a fuck and nothing more, then a simple fuck is all it would be. Easy to say 20 years later but nonetheless true. At the time I didn't have the benefit of all the throw away fucks I've had since.

My attitudes to a lot of things began to change that afternoon. The events of the day had ripped me apart in some ways but my chat with Jenn had opened up other possibilities for at least exploration. This was the first time I'd had to deal with this brand of emotions, mine were mixed but in retrospect I put them in perspective quite promptly, just as Jenn had suggested I must. 

Had Lynne James fucked me and let me know that she thought we should finish, it would have been a hell of a lot easier than being cut off at the pass with no possibility of any further intimacy, conversation, explanation or hope.

I dried up and chuckled at myself. I decided to try and instill in myself the idea that it wasn't my kid and that I'd just been lucky to get away with fucking her for so long. It worked for a while.

I hit the mall and picked up gifts. Made a trip to the golf store for Dad's putter and headed home. I called a buddy and arranged to miss the lunch in favor of a game of squash. I got back to the house about six, did my wrapping and got changed for a night of who knew what. I polled the folks, Mom and Dad were off to a dinner party, Jenn was having friends over to cook and eat and hang out. She looked up from a magazine to tell me that I was welcome to hang with them.

"Is Amy coming over Jenn?"

"Affirmative."

"Is she seeing anybody these days?"

"Negative."

"Hmmmm, who else?"

"Carly, Lee, Beth and I dunno who else yet."

"Ok, you can get back to your magazine now."

"You feeling better Jeff?"

"Yeah, I'm good thanks." Jenn stood up, dropped her magazine and walked towards me with open arms. We shared a hug, it felt good. I told her to stop before I got a boner and she laughed, slapped my shoulder, took a step back and asked to see it.

"No perv, I didn't get a boner, I said 'stop before I get one'."

"Ohhh, I thought you had one, wait 'til I tell Amy."

"Yeah yeah all talk. By the way, your nipples are poking holes in your blouse." I left the room happy that we were both laughing.

Jenn's friends Carly, Lee and Beth arrived shortly after seven o'clock. Mom and Dad, who were still futzing around, paused in their preparations to exchange seasonal greetings with all Jenn's pals, I waved from the sofa in the family room. Soon enough Mom and Dad left and the girls started emptying out the kitchen cupboards and raiding the fridge. As always, Dad came back to grab a couple of bottles of wine. As he was heading out again, in walked Amy. They all screamed and hugged as only groups of 21 and 22 year old girls can.

Amy walked towards me and stopped in the doorway to the family room, she asked how I was doing and we told each other it was good to see the other. I got up from the sofa and clicked off the T.V. and put in to play one of Lynne James' basic training tips. C&Q, compliment followed by a question.

"Amy you look fantastic, how long has it been since we saw each other?" It wasn't hard to say, she did look great. At about 5' 7", rich, dark, shiny hair to her shoulders, slender with gorgeous tits and a retainer-free smile that her folks must have spent a small fortune on. She was poured into her faded jeans and her white figure hugging sweater just begged to be in a pile at the foot of my bed. 

Her eyes stayed on me as she leaned on the door frame and announced "Well, last time I saw you, you didn't see me."

"Really, where and when?"

Her hip moved outwards and her left index finger went to her chin "I don't think I can tell you."

"Sure you can."

"Well, last time I saw you, you were sleeping, Jenn and I snuck into your room and....no, I can't tell you anymore. I'm too embarrassed."

"What?"

She giggled and headed towards the safety of the kitchen where she could immerse herself in a crowd of girls, safe from the risk of interrogation.

I wanted to somehow be involved in their activities, in their evening, their laughter, mostly I wanted to fool around with Amy. However, I needed a way in. I sauntered to the fridge, helped myself to one of Dad's beers and nonchalantly asked if they'd like some music. Yes they would. I headed upstairs to sort through my cassette tape collection. Thirty seconds behind me was Amy.

She tapped on the open door and as I turned around she was walking towards me. Her hands went around my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss. It started hard, went gentle and returned to firm and deep with a strongly passionate suggestion. Her tongue danced with mine, she sucked and nibbled on my lips and small gasps escaped her lips as if she'd finally found something she'd been missing for a lot longer than I could have heretofore imagined. My own hands wandered lightly over her back and ass, grabbing and clutching as she turned up the heat, my body responding to the demands of her own and my rapidly hardening cock pressed against her hip and lower belly. She seemed delighted to press herself against it and then as quickly and suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

"I just wanted to stake my claim Jeff."

"You did?"

"Yes. Did you pick some music?"

"Er, I was working on it. Claim to what?"

"My claim to you." She turned and with a glance backwards, hands on hips and with a flick of her hair, she left the room.

I was somewhat gob smacked, pleasantly surprised yet frustrated with my own confusion. I straightened my cock and went back to the work of music selection.

Another tap at the door and I turned around to see Lee staring at me as she unbuttoned her blouse. She remained in the doorway speechless. She slid her hand inside her blouse and began caressing her left breast. He mouth opened, her head went back and her left hand dropped to her crotch. She began to rub herself through her jeans. Initially it was all quite a shock but I had nothing to worry about, I could enjoy this all night and my cock hardened again as I now stood upright and watched. After a couple of minutes of watching her stroke and caress herself I walked towards her. She motioned for me to stop and she proceeded to button her blouse again.

"Sorry Lee, I thought maybe I could help you."

"Maybe you can later." She turned and left the room.

My initial thought was 'what the fuck' I realized it must be some kind of game they were playing. I wanted to play too but I didn't know the rules. I didn't need to know the rules.

Another minute and Carly was at the door with Beth right behind her. Carly stepped over the threshold and led Beth by the hand. They turned to face each other and started making out. I'd learned not to approach so I remained glued to my spot about twelve feet away. They seemed in a rush to get inside one another's clothes and within a minute, they were tangled together on my bed sucking tits and grinding pussies together in a mass of tangled hair and excited squeals. Fuck, this was awesome.

It seemed again that as suddenly as it had all started, it stopped. They leapt off my bed, gathered themselves and left the room hand in hand.

I was scratching my head when Jenn stuck her head around the door. "Hey stud, did you make a decision?"

"Which decision?"

"Well, the kitchen is too crowded so who do you want up here for the next half hour?"

"What? That's my choice?"

"Yep, Amy, Lee, or Beth and Carly come as a package."

"Holy fuck, are you serious?"

"Unless they've changed their minds because you're taking so fuckin' long."

"Er, Amy, yes, Amy."

"Ok, I'll tell her." Jenn left the room and within a minute Amy re-entered. This time she closed the door and locked it.

She approached me again and our kissing began where we'd left off. Her fingers tangled in my hair as we pulled into one another. She tasted so good, her body felt so good in my arms, her breathing changed, a whimper escaped her lips as she felt my hardening cock against her belly. I cupped her breast and began to work on removing her top. She stopped all my attempts to undress her and stepped back a pace. She lifted her top over her head in one movement and shook her hair out. She pressed a hand against my chest and pushed me towards the bed. She stood before me, hands behind her back and slowly pulled her bra along the length of her arms before dropping it at her own feet. Her breasts were gorgeous, full, round, high, her nipples erect. Her hand went to the top button of her jeans, she wriggled and writhed and agonizingly slowly but with what appeared to be perfect co-ordination, they dropped from her legs to the floor. Skimpy white lacy panties are all that separated Amy from nakedness. She approached me again, she placed first one knee and then the other either side of mine, she hovered above me long enough for a very beautiful smile to cross her lips. She encouraged me to pull my shirt off before her lips again met mine and we fell back together on to my bed. Entanglement followed. 




The Good Neighbor Ch. 02



Amy seemed to have a great sense of urgency, maybe longing. Another benefit of time spent with Mrs. James allowed this recognition. My every move let Amy know I was with her and that with her was exactly where I wanted to be, her agenda was mine, her wanting was shared, her urgency understood.

Amy grabbed and clutched and pulled as our mouths fused. She fumbled with my pants and I gently leant my assistance. She gasped as her fingers touched my cock for the first time and she swooped down to kiss and suck and slurp every inch of its surface. I tapped Amy's side and leaned lower to tap her hip before sliding my hand along her thigh to eventually hook a hand behind her knee. She finally got the message and allowed me to gently guide her through a 180 degree turn. I had the delicious view of Amy's perfectly smooth pink ass as I pulled her panties to one side.

Amy gasped at the first contact of my fingers with the folds of her pussy and whimpered as my tongue ran a delicate sprint along the length of her lips. The strength seemed to leave her body as a deep groan left her throat and I knew that I had her exactly where I wanted her, at the beginning of an incredible journey towards an unforgettable orgasm. The place Lynne James had described as the starting point of a chauffer driven ride to paradise "now concentrate on the road Jeff" she'd said.

I worked slowly on Amy's pussy, long slow wet strokes, a little probing at the top and bottom of her slit. I let my tongue wander higher to the very edge of her ass hole and then back quickly enough for her to realize her ass was safe. I lingered on her clit for a few moments before planting more and increasingly longer and firmer kisses all over her sex. As Amy writhed above me I tightened my grip on her hips just to remind her that I was in charge. After briefly lulling her into a rhythmic tonguing I took as much of her sex as possible into my mouth and sucked, gently at first but harder until I knew she was with me and filled with pleasure. Her pussy flooded my mouth. As I swallowed she uttered a "yesss baby," Lynne had always said that girls love a man who swallows so I should let them hear me swallow.

With her swollen pink lips in my mouth I began to work my tongue inside her using a medium paced wiggle. I pulled Amy's sex suddenly harder into me and clamped my lips on her clit. That was enough to bring Amy to the edge. I loosened slightly but held her tightly enough that she knew she wasn't free to leave.

I circled, nibbled and sucked at different speeds, in different directions. Amy's body responded most enthusiastically to a rapid lateral clit stroke but she went wild with each directional and pressure change. She became intermittently limp and tense as the waves of pleasure spread throughout her body.

In the early stages of a sexual relationship it's never easy to know when exactly to let a woman's orgasm happen. Is she immediately ready for number two? Does she want a breather after number one? Does she need to flutter for a while? If so, how long? Is she too sensitive immediately after it hits? Potentially worst of all, is she incapacitated for more than twenty seconds? So many questions and so as Mrs. James had taught me, I kept Amy and her orgasm apart and told her in a breaking, strained voice that "Amy, I need to be inside you."

She couldn't turn around and straddle me quickly enough. She guided my cock into her beautifully wet, tight pussy and pounded me with maximum enthusiasm but with less than perfect technique.

I held her hips in an effort to slow the assault and encouraged a rhythm that had her feeling my cock in her newly discovered favorite places. Soon her "ooo's" of pleasure made her realize that she had found a new and better way to fuck. Eventually it was perfection. The feeling was amazing, a pure wet snug slippery tightness, the visuals, Amy biting her lip, tugging and rolling her nipples, crushing her boobs, falling against my chest, framing my face in her mane of gorgeous hair, her smile of surprised bliss, the long slow strokes, the audible gasps and squeals as each stroke massaged her inner walls and then her "Oh God, Jeff, yessss, I'm cumming, ohhhh, yesss, yesss" and cum she did in a shrieking screaming shaking wave ....and so did I. 

Holding her hips tightly and lifting into her with slamming thrusts, I shot stream after stream into Amy's perfect pussy. She crashed into each thrust and the melting, fusing, screaming, squelching pleasure of shared orgasm united us as nothing else can.

She collapsed onto my chest and I held her in a tight, unintentionally close embrace as the last waves of orgasm left me for her.

My cock twitched inside Amy, she lifted her face and looked at me. My smile told her that it was ok to smile and she did. She kissed me again, tenderly this time, with her hands each side of my face. I told myself it was indeed ok to smile.

"Do you think they heard us?" Amy asked.

"Mmm. Probably."

She smiled again, I held her close, keeping one hand moving slowly and gently over every accessible inch of her exposed flesh.

As our breathing returned to normal, Amy rolled to one side, I rolled with her and stroked her cheek as we lay side by side. I told her that I'd go get a washcloth and as I slipped from the bed I threw the comforter on top of her.

I unlocked the door and walked out onto the landing and straight in to Lee.

"Hey Jeff, sounds like you guys were having fun but your thirty minutes is up."

I was, to say the least, surprised, Lee walked past me and into my bedroom. I headed quickly to the bathroom. I cleaned up and returned with a wet hand towel for Amy. Upon entering my room I saw a sight I will never forget. Lee was standing at the side of bed, naked, bent at the waist with her face buried between Amy's legs. The hand towel was superfluous to requirements. Amy's outstretched arms ended in fists that tightened on the sheets, her face contorted, Lee was sucking and licking Amy's dripping pussy as if her life depended on it. My cock hardened rapidly. Lee's hand reached between her own legs and she fingered herself, her cunt was glistening, swelling, opening, inviting. I knew what I had to do, I knew what was expected. I moved behind Lee and entered her easily. I slowly began sliding the length of my cock all the way in and out of Lee's pussy, it felt fucking wonderful and the sight of her eating Amy's sex was the erotic highlight of my life to date.

My time with Lynne James hadn't prepared me for this situation. She had taught me that sex wasn't a race and that seemed to be the best advice I could draw upon at that moment. So I savored Lee's pussy, eventually feeling and hearing that the pleasure was reaching her too. I figured that Amy was in heaven before I re-entered the room. I upped the tempo and turned the slow, deep penetrating strokes into a hard hip-grabbing, slamming fuck. She couldn't stay attached to Amy and Amy extricated herself from Lee's now haphazard facial assault. Lee flattened her chest on my bed and reached out her arms. Amy moved beneath Lee and returned her friend's oral ministrations. As my cock slid across Amy's beautiful forehead I fucked Lee to a mutually explosive, breathtaking crescendo. Lee screamed loud enough to ensure that all the girls downstairs and the neighbors too, would be in no doubt that it wasn't just Christmas that was coming.

With legs like jello and focus lost, I held my self against Lee for what seemed like a lifetime. My head spun somewhere far away from my body until I could again feel air filling my lungs and the gentle sensation of a tongue type wet muscle licking the underside of my scrotum. Mmmmmm. I lightened my grip on Lee's hips and my cock flopped from her dripping pussy and straight into Amy's waiting mouth. Amy sucked beautifully without any resulting enlargement. Lee dripped onto Amy's chin and throat before she took a step forwards and fell onto my bed, she propped herself on an elbow and stroked Amy's beautiful belly and hip. Amy's hands reached outside my thighs and she grabbed my ass as she pulled my cock into her beautiful mouth. After a minute she stopped and smiled up at me. "All clean Jeff."

"Wow, ladies, that was amazing."

I knew there was lots more to say but before any further words were exchanged, Lee tapped on the door frame "dinner's ready." 

We all giggled until Lee announced "I've already eaten."

Lee left for Jenn's bathroom. Amy stood and walked towards me, we shared a deep kiss and an embrace that seemed to say that it was about more than sex. She left for the other bathroom. I got dressed and went down for dinner. The evening had barely begun.

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The hardest lessons are the ones we learn best. The episode with Lynne James was certainly a hard lesson at that tender, philosophically undeveloped age. In some respects it shaped the future, it changed my direction, focus and gave me a new set of questions to ask myself each time a relationship began. The answers usually have prevented much more than a series of brief (yet fun) relationships. What people have called my fear of commitment was more a fear of abandonment. A fear of loss, of unnecessary grieving.

In the years that followed I read a lot and learned a lot. Especially about the dynamics of relationships, loss, dependency, co-dependency and a million other topics, not once did I read anything that addressed the circumstances I'd been through. I learned that men can get hurt too. Maybe I don't know how vulnerable I am until I'm exposed. Maybe I thought, self preservation is easiest when no penetration of my outer defense is permitted and the best way to disguise my frailties is to fuck and let them go, I've always been ready to let them go.....until now, because now I've met the one I want to stay forever and the simple admission fills me with fear. 

Lynne James taught me how to make love, but learning how to live love seems to be the key. We'll see.



The Good Neighbor Ch. 02



After Bill left, I reloaded my glass and thought about what just happened. I hadn't had a gay experience since college and what had just happened brought back some confusing feelings. I needed what Bill had just given me, I enjoyed Bills mouth on my cock and I wanted more...

With that thought in my head I emptied my glass, closed up the house and went up to bed. When I entered the bedroom I could see Maria's outline on the bed. She had kicked off the covers and her sleep shirt had ridden up on her exposing her beautiful round ass. I looked at it, sighed and slipped into bed next to her.

As I replayed in my head over and over what had just happened tonight I rubbed my cock, and with my final thoughts of Bill taking my load, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke several hours later it was to Maria, her hand on my cock stroking me. As my eyes opened she said "is this for me", my cock rock hard in her hand. I mumbled a "yeah baby", but in reality I had been dreaming about Bill sucking my cock. 

She playfully stroked my cock then took it in her mouth and as she sucked me all I kept thinking about was how much better Bills mouth felt. 

She worked it for her usual 3 minutes then slid up my chest, kissed me deeply and worked my cock into her moist pussy. Now I must admit I love fucking my wife, she enjoys all positions and she knows how to ride my cock like a cowgirl. Her beautiful tits bouncing, her head lolling back as she rides me is a glorious site.

But for some reason it just isn't enough. She must have cum 3 times as she road me and when she was spent she slid off my still hard cock and said. "Wow, you're made of steel today, I wish I could stay home and ride that cock all day but I got to get to work.

I watched as she walked from our bed to the bathroom. My mind racing...what's wrong with me?? Why couldn't I enjoy fucking her today, why couldn't I cum in her hot pussy. I mentally answered my own question as my thoughts returned to Bill, deep throating my cock, moaning as he sucked it, him making love to my cock with his mouth vs. Maria performing a function.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Maria came out of the bathroom dressed; looking beautiful kissed me lightly on the lips (so as not to muss up her lipstick) and said I hope your home earlier tonight so I can ride that again. And off she went with a wink and a smile.

I drifted back to sleep, woke up it was 9:30 AM. I jumped in the shower and as I washed my cock and balls my I thought once again of Bill. My cock grew quickly in my hand and I stroked myself to an orgasm. My wife riding me like a bronco couldn't get me off but the thoughts of Bill sucking my cock brought me off in 5 minutes. 

Just as I finished my shower the doorbell rang; I quickly toweled off, pulled on my sweats and went to answer the door. I was Bill with a hearty "Morning Neighbor" in his hand was a plate with a half dozen muffins. He said I saw Maria leave earlier and thought maybe you could use some company. 

I just smiled said come on in and went to put on a pot of coffee. We small talked all around what had happened last night as we ate muffins and had drank our coffee. And as I watched him eat my eyes kept going to his tongue as he licked his lips between bites. I could actually feel my cock stiffening remembering what that tong felt like as it circled the head of my cock last night.

Bill stopped talking and said "are you OK?" I mumbled yeah, got up to clear the plates and cups and Bill noticed the bulge in my sweats. A smile crossed his lips and he said "I see you've got a tent building there" "can I help you with that" I said you sure can and I put down the plates and cups.

This time I took his hand, leading him upstairs to my bedroom. I sat him on the edge of my unmade bed. And as he watched I slipped off my sweats, my cock straining to be set free. As the waist band passed my cock it sprung free and Bill let out a small moan. His hand reached out pulling me to him and as he sat he took my balls in one hand, stroking my cock with the other and told me how beautiful my cock was. He lowered his head onto it his tong licking, circling my purple knob. Slowly taking me deeper into his mouth. After a few minutes of this I could feel my cum building again, but I wasn't ready to release....I wanted more.

I backed away from Bill his hungry mouth not wanting to let me go like a baby with a bottle. It made me smile to know sucking my cock gave him so much pleasure. I pushed him back on the bed so his head was just hanging off the other side a bit and with that I walked around and he opened his mouth and I pushed my cock in, fucking his face slowly. 

He moaned a bit louder as my hands went to his belt. He put his hands on mine as if to stop me but I pushed them away and unbuckled, unzipped and slid my hand under the waist band of his underwear and felt for his cock. And I gripped onto his hard 6 inches he moaned more. Slowly I stroked his cock as I fucked his face, my excitement growing. I felt my balls tightening and just as I began to cum Bill spurted in my hand and I blew another huge load down his throat...Bill gagged as I had forced my cock deep in his throat cutting off his air in my excitement. I backed off and as my cock popped from his mouth Bill just smiled. Wow...that was great, he said, but you didn't have to touch me. I get my pleasure from taking care of you. 

Spent I dropped onto the bed and let out a "whew that was good" with that he chuckled and said I really enjoyed it too!

I then asked him if he always enjoyed cock, he said it began a long time ago when he was 18 with an older neighbor who would suck him daily. Eventually he began reciprocating to his neighbor and found extreme pleasure in the act. The older he got the more he found he didn't need or want reciprocation that sucking cock gave him all the pleasure he needed.

I asked why he got married and he said being "gay" back then held nothing but trouble, so he stayed in the closet, and though he never found as much pleasure with his wife he enjoyed hereto sex enough to make her happy and now he found he missed his wife greatly. She eventually found out about his needs and grew to enjoy helping him fulfill his desires. Often inviting men over from work that she thought might be bi. More often than not her suspicions were correct. 

He said until he got up the nerve to come over last night he had been fantasying about sucking my cock for some time...he admitted that was why he was always offering a hand whenever he saw me out working on my property. He thought I was completely straight and would rebuff him if he approached me. I told him I thought I was too and we both laughed.

As we talked his hand went to my cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. My cock responded, he smiled and said "oh my the joy's of youth" and then he took me into his mouth again, this time I just laid back, spread my legs, he settled between them and then he proceeded to engulf my cock with his hungry mouth. He slowly slurped up and down my cock his hand finding my balls, I spread my legs more and his fingers probed my ass gently. 

He took my cock from his mouth, stuck his fingers in his mouth to wet them and then went back down on me. He gently probed and then slipped one finger in slowly. I let out an involuntary moan. He continued to bob up and down on my hard cock slurping, licking and sucking as he fingered my ass gently. 

Pre cum started to build and leak from the slit of my cock and Bill noticed right away. His tong lapping it up. He started fingering my man hole with two fingers now which excited me and him even more. Faster and faster he bobbed up and down sucking me deeper each and every time. As my balls tightened he let out a moan and pushed in deeper with his fingers. 

Then my cock exploded with a huge stream of cum I pulled his head down hard onto my cock, my cock deep in his throat, his fingers deep in my ass. 

I shook all over, and Bill gulped for all he was worth. He was pushing back on my hand with his head and I let up and he gasped and dove right back down so as to not miss a drop. 

Once again I dropped back onto the bed drained, and smiling happily. Bill got up, went to the bathroom and came back with a warm wet towel and proceeded to was my cock balls and ass. Then he dried me off with a clean dry towel, laid it over my lap and I fell fast asleep completely satisfied.

Later that afternoon went I left for work Bill called out, "I've got a surprise for you later" I smiled and waved back and thought to my self, Maria wants my cock when I get home and now I hope she's asleep when I get home, I wonder what Bills surprise is???



The Good Neighbor Ch. 02



Three years, seven months and twenty-one days after she first came into his life they finally crossed an invisible threshold and became more than writer and editor. He had had many fantasies about her over the years but didn't want to mess with a good thing. He was now rich enough to be able to what he wanted without the thought of money. This new found freedom had a positive influence on his writing. Maggie had less and less editorial work to do and the results were better than they had ever been. This slight change in rolls had a definite affect on her. She suddenly saw him going off on his own and leaving her with nothing. This scenario she vowed to stop at all costs. She felt that she had a claim to him and his talents; even if it wasn't yet a strictly legal one.

He had occasionally made sexual overtures toward her but she always countered them with a good natured rebuke; until that fateful day at the cabin by the lake. David went to a cabin he had bought the previous year to put the finishing touches to his latest novel. He had always told her that the trees and cool lake there renewed his inspiration and really got his creative juices flowing. She went there on a Friday afternoon to get him to sign a new three-year extension on his contract. She planned to spend a few hours there; get the contract signed and make it back to the city late that night.

David seemed very happy to see her and immediately stopped work and suggested that they have an afternoon picnic by the lake. They fixed food and packed a couple bottles of wine for the afternoon feast. She'd thought about bringing her briefcase on the picnic but decided, at the last minute, that it could wait until they returned to the cabin.

He picked a beautiful spot and they both spread out an extremely large and colorful blanket and settled down on it. Within a few minutes they had the first bottle of wine open and poured and were enjoying their lakeside feast. David was in a very talkative mood and told her about a new idea that was taking hold of his imagination. The idea sounded great and she immediately saw great potential. As they uncorked the second bottle and enjoyed it and the afterglow of the meal, he took off on another subject. She suddenly became concerned as she could read anther story between the lines of his good natured raillery. For the first time she saw her position threatened. She had been content with just holding on to his shirttails and advancing ever higher in the publishing world. Now, however, she could see that he could possibly rocket to the top; leaving her behind and alone. As he continued to talk, her mind raced over this perceived threat and ways to combat it; she wasn't really listening to him but did hit on a possible solution. 

She had gone to the lake directly from work and was wearing one of her typical smart business suits; not really the most appropriate garb for the sort of activity in which she was now engaged. As he droned on she suddenly removed her shoes. This act didn't stop his steady flow of words but when she started to reach under her skirt and remove her pantyhose he suddenly stopped and seemed to forget what he had been saying.

"It's a shame to let all this sunshine go to waste," she said when he saw the confusion painted on his face. When the stockings were off she proceeded to loosen the top two buttons on her cotton blouse. The blouse was a bright burgundy and set off the newly exposed flesh, making it look almost milk white. The hem of her skirt had ridden up when she removed her hose and she didn't bother to pull it down. David could see her exposed thighs almost all the way to her panty covered crotch. She removed a few bobby pins and shook her head. Her red hair, now free, spread over her shoulders.

David's story was forgotten. He took her new appearance in and he could feel his mouth go dry and the bulge in his pants rise. As he tried to muster enough saliva to speak he saw her nipples grow through her cotton blouse. He reached for the wine bottle and his nose caught a new smell emitting from her. The familiar sweet clean scent of her was now mixed with the definite essence of sex. The smell excited him so much that he looked up at her face as he reached for the bottle.

Maggie sensed the sudden change caused by her actions. She saw a swelling in David's pants mature and almost take on a life of its own. It had been months since she was last sexually active and that was one of the few times that she serviced herself. She never had a problem in finding a partner but the ritual surrounding sex sometimes frustrated her. She was always careful not to mix sex with work and always looked for a sexual relief instead of a steady relationship. She didn't have either the time or desire to enter a lasting relationship. She smiled at the sudden thought that often she would have had sex with practically anyone; just to relieve her frustrations. Those very frustrations were now quickly building in her loins. She felt a sudden wetness between her legs. Her string was ill prepared to cope with the flow that cascaded out of her vagina. Her nose registered the pure animal smell of her juices. Would he notice? She thought as he began to reach for the wine bottle. She hoped he would as she knew that her sopping wet underpants were a sign that she didn't only need him physically at this moment but she needed a firmer hold on him than just his shirttails. Suddenly she knew he was going right to the top and she was damned if she was going to be left behind. When he was stretched toward the bottle she bridged the short gap between them and tentatively flicked her tong in his right ear. "Haven't we had enough," she whispered into his ear.

He turned his head toward her and their lips suddenly met. The first meeting was but a mere brush but after parting for a second they reunited again with a renewed force. They leaned into each other as their tongs sought their embrace. The wine was forgotten as David reached for her. His hands went to the back of her neck and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled her to him.

She followed suit and put her hands in the hair at the back of his head. Her tong battled with his and then retreated to the top of his mouth; exploring the ridge of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she felt the excitement build in her. She had the urge to feel his naked body molded to hers. The need to shed her clothes was paramount. She reached for the buttons of her blouse and after fumblingly opening two, lost all patients and tore the rest open. She had just dropped away the ruined garment and her arms worked awkwardly behind her back to release her from the bra that held her captive.

While Maggie was stripping, David was certainly not idle. His desire to explore and be explored was every bit as demanding as was hers. He too tore his shirt open but after several unsuccessful attempts at doing the same with his t-shirt, he reluctantly broke his lips away from her for the few seconds it took to pull his clothes over his head. Once they were free of the clothing from their upper bodies, Maggie moved her hands to his back and crushed her breasts into his chest. Without exchanging a word they both started to stand and relieve each other of their remaining attire. Maggie pulled at David's belt and frantically worked at the button at the top of his pants. Once lose she didn't bother to unzip them but simply hooked her thumbs in his waist bands and pushed them down. David's erection almost defied her efforts but with an extra pull she finally managed to get everything to his knees. He managed to undo her skirt and let it drop. He put his hands in the elastic of her panties and worked them down her thighs. She took over and worked the further with her legs until they joined her skirt. The both stepped out of the last of their clothing and she moaned, "fuck me!!"

He guided her down on the blanket and among their discarded clothes he moved between her spread knees. Both of their bodies were in automatic drive. David's penis found the opening of her leaking hole and a piston action saw him halfway in her. She moved her torso to meet him and he was buried in her to the hilt. They moved together in perfect rhythm; their pubic hair mingling with every slap of their bodies. David put his arms under her thighs and pinned her knees on each side of her head to achieve maximum penetration. He pushed the air out of her lungs with every time he plunge into her accommodating hole. The height of her passion and lack of oxygen made her feel like she was going to pass out. Each of them was selfishly busy with their own passions. David pumped into her; not only to release his passion but also to pay her back for making him wait so long. Maggie wanted everything he could give. She wanted to milk everything he had to offer. She found herself again holding on to him but not by his shirttails.

Her climax came just a few strokes before him. She felt it like a shadow on a cloudy day; there but not really defined. All of a sudden, like a train with its headlight glaring it came and ran over her. She was trying to figure out what had hit her when she felt his seed fill her belly.

His balls seemed to disappear into his scrotum; the dull pain increased slowly and steadily until his sperm erupted like a volcano. His ejaculation didn't only spurt his seed but all of his energy and strength left with it. He collapsed, still buried into her mound, and they panted together trying to regain their breaths.

It took a full ten minutes before he had enough strength to roll off of her. His penis had softened and was forced out of her vagina. It took another five minutes before either felt strong enough to speak. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?" David asked as his head turned to look at her.

"I can get out of them, " Maggie answered as she studied the blue cloudless sky beyond the canopy of leaves over them.

"I didn't plan this but I'm not sorry it happened."

"I'm not either," she answered as she turned her face toward him.

He rolled over onto his side and surveyed her body. Her legs were very long; longer than he had imagined. They ended at a red pubic bush that was tastefully trimmed. Her stomach is flat and slightly muscular. Her breasts were not overly large but settled to the outside because of her reclining posture. David was again struck by the beauty of her face. Unlike most natural redheads he couldn't see many freckles on either her body or face.

Maggie suddenly realized that she had to pee. With a sigh she sat up and then got to her feet. The thought of walking nude and barefoot in the woods wasn't particularly appealing to her and she thought David had already seen every part of her body so watching her pee is no big deal. She moved a couple of yards from the blanket and squatted. A stream of amber water poured out of her. She remained that way long after the stream had stopped, to let the last drops fall. She got up and went back to David on the blanket. He opened his arms to her and she cuddled into him. He played idly with one of her nipples as she reached for his penis. They talked about his book again but she soon noticed her manipulations were starting to have an effect.

She moved down on him and licked the head of his half hard penis. The touch of her and the hot breath she blew on him made his slightly harder. She opened her mouth and swallowed half of his pulsating meat. Her lips traveled lightly over the ridge of his cock head. She could taste the muskiness of their combined juices. She licked his meat from the base to the tip and then lifted his scrotum and, sticking her nose under his balls, licked the closed bud of his anus. She tried to force the tip of her tong into the hole but his ass's ring of muscle kept her tong out. She gave temporarily up on that hole and went back to his balls and scepter. 

He felt her soft, wet tong lick the head of his dick and then gasped when she covered his penis with her hot mouth and started to suck him off. After she had licked his anus she moved back up to his rod. He grabbed her thigh and got her to move her pussy over his face. As she continued to suck him her breasts were tickling his stomach. He spread her hairy cunt lips and stuck his tong deep into her pink pussy hole. He played with her rosebud clitoris and felt her ass shake as she approached another climax. This time they came together. As he shot his load into her mouth, he was sprayed with her cum.

They spent the rest of the weekend in and out of bed. He didn't get any writing done but worked himself to exhaustion. She left early Monday morning worn and chaffed and had to go home before she could go to the office; arriving late for the first time ever. Her blouse and pantyhose were ruined and she left her bra and panties as a keepsake to lessen the frustration of her absence. She left David secure in the belief that she had more than just his shirttails.

(to be continued)



The Good Neighbor Ch. 03



I’m having fun writing from the man’s perspective. I hope it comes across with some feeling. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Jenny

Exhausted, but surprisingly refreshed, I made my way across Helen’s back yard, through the bushes, and into my own yard. I needed to take care of business at home, check on Mary, and prepare for the party at the cabin. Looks like the grass needs cutting, too. So much to do…

I could not keep a smile off my face as I recalled my encounter with Helen and Jenny. So different, yet obviously related, these two women had such a sexual hunger that I wondered if I could keep up with both. I had doubts about my stamina, but I managed just fine. Some of my old tricks seemed to still work. I guess some things never go out of style. And there is something to be said for experience. Jenny seemed to enjoy my teaching. She’s so enthusiastic! God knows, I enjoyed her body.

The rest of the day passed quickly with routine matters. When I talked with Mary, she said she had been invited to stay the rest of the weekend with her friend Julie. Having confirmed that it was all right with Julie’s mother, I agreed. Mowing the yard, I kept glancing over to see if Jenny was sunning herself again, but there was no sign of either her or her mother. I finished with the yard work, grabbed a cold beer, and logged some lounge chair time with the paper. 

As the sun set, I went inside to prepare something to eat. Not eager to spend time cooking, I ordered a pizza. During my wait, I showered and put on a pair of clean shorts. When the doorbell rang, I was surprised to see it was Sarah Johnson holding the big red box at my door. She was the older sister of Susan, another of my daughter’s classmates. I hadn’t seen her since her starring role in a school play, some two years ago. She had been one to flirt mercilessly but harmlessly, knowing I could throw it right back. That was as far as anything went. I assumed she had gone off to college.

“Well hello, Sarah.”

“Hi Mr. Evans,” she said with a big smile. “Here’s your pizza. Large sausage, right?”

“No, it was a medium pepperoni with…,” I started, and then saw that her eyes were on my shorts. “Yeah,” I continued with a wink, “extra large.”

“That’s what I thought,” Sarah said. “Want me to bring it inside?”

“Yes, please.”

She stepped inside, walked to the kitchen table, and laid the box down. I had the cash ready, including a hefty tip. I know what it was like working for lousy pay and tips. As she turned her back to me, I noticed that she wore jeans shorts (very tight) under her pizza company polo shirt. A nice full round ass topped what had to be the most incredibly shaped legs of any woman I’ve ever known. So perfect, they defined, to me what calves and thighs should be like. She had taken to wearing her black hair shorter than I remembered, but it framed her round face perfectly. Her shirt did little to hide the fullness of her tits, as they pressed against the fabric. Instantly, I recalled a previous dream I had involving Sarah, one that I never forgot.

It was a rainy night after a football game. The home team had lost and I was heading to the truck to go home. I noticed Sarah sheltered under a tree, trying to stay out of the rain. I hollered over to her: “Need a ride?” Of course she did, and soon she was inside the cab, dripping wet. I tossed her the towel I had only slightly used on my hair. Watching her sponge her hair with the towel, I could clearly see her nipples poking through her wet t-shirt. As I drove, I glanced over frequently to check out her tits. She noticed me looking and smiled.

“Like what you see?”

With only the confidence that a dream could bestow, I said, “You bet I do.” 

“Then you will like this!” she said. With that, she rolled her shirt over her head, exposing her two round tits. They had several freckles on the upper parts. Large areolas surrounded the button-sized nipples, erect with the chill. 

“Very nice, Sarah,” I said. We must have pulled over because my next move was to reach over and cup her tits with both of my hands. I caressed her nipples with my palms, feeling their rubbery tips in a circular motion. Unable to help myself, I leaned over to take one of the nipples in my mouth. I sucked gently, using my tongue to lubricate and stimulate. I imagined that nipple swelled even bigger with my attention, so I moved to the identical twin next to it, giving it the same treatment. She turned to allow me full access. As I licked and suckled, the tightness in my groin was making me uncomfortable.

“Oh, that’s making me warm,” she sighed.

“It’s making me very warm, too,” I said. I drew her closer. As I licked and kneaded her tits, her hands dropped to my thighs. First she felt for my crotch, and, finding a sizable lump there, she did a little massaging of her own through my pants. With both hands, she unbuckled my snap and drew down the zipper, partially freeing my cock from its confinement. Expertly, she reached inside my boxers and drew out my erection with her hands. Not stopping, she began to caress and stroke it. She used both of her small hands, one over the other, applying just enough pressure in all the right places. On each upward stroke, she tightened her grip so as to squeeze the tip. I had begun to leak pre-cum, and she used her fingers to spread it over the knob. Withdrawing one hand, she licked her fingers, tasting my essence. I took that same hand and kissed the palm. She put two fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them, just as I had sucked on her nipples. Then, reluctantly, I backed off her tits to allow her to continue more freely. “May I?” she asked, leaning closer to my lap. 

“I’d be a fool to say no,” I replied. As I lifted off the seat, she tugged my pants off my hips, drawing them down to my ankles. I turned toward her, my eyes still fixed on those beautiful freckled breasts before me. My erection strained upward with an eye of its own, seemingly wanting to touch or be touched. Sarah leaned over and quickly engulfed the end of my cock in her mouth, while retaining her grip at the base with her hands. With that, she began in earnest what was undoubtedly the best dream blowjob I ever received. She used her tongue to lick me from balls to tip like she was eating an ice cream cone and not wanting to miss a drop. Opening her mouth wider to accommodate me, her lips engulfed my cock, one delicious inch at a time. Down one inch, up to the top. Down two inches, and up to the top. Again and again, she repeated this action sucking and licking ever deeper as her hand alternated pumping the shaft and cupping my balls.

I used my hand to keep her hair back so I could enjoy the sight of her bobbing her head in my lap. With the supreme attention, I was getting to the point of no return fast. “Oh, baby, I’m going to cum real soon.”

She did not stop. Rather, she increased the tempo and added a slight hum that caused me to shiver. I pumped my hips upward, fucking her mouth. She seemed eager to receive my load. Feeling the tightening in my balls, I was almost ready to cum. 

It was at this point I woke up with a raging boner. Oh NO! I thought. Half realizing I had dreamed, I tried to retain the feeling that seemed so real seconds ago. Still in a half sleep, I kept my eyes closed, grasped my cock, and stroked, imagining her mouth still there sucking the juice from me. In just a few pumps, I knew I was going to cum. So I let it go, and came all over my belly with several powerful spurts. Ahh, oh, uh Sarah! Still holding on, I squeezed the last drops of cum from my cock, wishing I was still asleep and dreaming of Sarah’s mouth on my cock. 

As I returned to the present, Sarah had set the pizza on the table. With a little wiggle of that cute butt, she turned and looked around.

“Well, Ron. Looks like you’ve done pretty well for yourself since the divorce.”

“If you only knew how much my second mortgage costs, you would weep,” I said.

“Anyway, the place looks nice.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “So do you.”

“How’s Mary?” asked Sarah.

“Pretty good. Busy with graduation plans and such. How about you? What have you been up to lately?”

“I’m still at State, but I moved back into my parent’s basement for the summer. I’m trying to line up something that pays better than this delivery gig,” she replied.

“I’m sure that a smart girl like you will find a good job. Sorry I don’t know of anything.”

“That’s OK. I’ve got some feelers out,” she said, almost leering with her crooked smile.

“I’ll bet you do. You can’t have enough feelers out these days,” I said with my own grin. This bawdy innuendo was fun, but I knew it was just a fantasy. Besides, I still had that dream, even though in it I couldn’t complete the act with her. I handed her the cash and escorted her out. It was all I could do not to pat her on the butt as she walked through the door to the porch. That kind of butt just invited a nice pat, if not a thorough rubbing, licking and fucking.

“Thanks, Ron. I’ll be seeing you around. I’ll bring you a coupon so you won’t forget us for next time.”

“Not likely I’m going to forget it, coupon or not, as long as you’re delivering,” I said. “OK, Sarah, nice to see part of you,” I said, waving goodbye. She got back into her car and backed out of the drive. I returned inside, cracked open a beer and dived into the pizza.

Later, I felt the need to stretch my legs. Just pent up energy, I guess. I put on my favorite walking shoes, gym shorts, and tee shirt, locked the door and started down the street at a slow pace. The normally well-lit street was somewhat darker than usual. A series of streetlights were out due to an earlier accident between a pole and a delivery truck. There were a few people still out on their porches and some were walking dogs, but it was pretty quiet, and I had the sidewalk mostly to myself. As I got several blocks from home, I turned onto a street I was not very familiar with. But knowing it curved around to another street that would lead to home, I took it.

Several houses down, there was a party going on. This was evident from the muted music being piped to the well-lighted patio out back, the smell of barbeque and beer, and the number of cars out front. The house was somewhat set back from the street, with a long drive, so it was semi-secluded from the neighboring homes. As I passed the front, I thought I saw movement in the shadows on the side of the house, near a storage shed. The area around the shed was separated from the patio and secluded from the street by bushes. I stopped and listened, peering into the darkness between the shed and the bushes. I heard some giggling and a deeper voice, as well.

Curious, I moved off the sidewalk toward the bushes, approaching the sound of the voices. I don’t know what I was thinking. Helping someone? Danger? Meeting my neighbors? Regardless, as I approached, it was evident that the two people there had found a secluded corner in order to enjoy each other’s company in private. I should leave them alone, I thought. But they don’t know I’m here. What’s going on? Peering closer from behind the bushes, I felt like a peeping Tom, and I suppose I was. The young man and young lady were in a passionate embrace. His hands were under her shirt, cupping her breasts beneath. Breaking from the kiss, he slipped her shirt over her head, exposing her small breasts to the open air. He bent to kiss them, sucking and licking as she moaned with her head back.

Well, that’s some party, I thought. I began to enjoy the show from my hidden vantage point. The young man dropped to his knees in front of her so that his face was at her belly button level. He tugged her shorts down, and she easily stepped out of them. Now she was totally naked. There was just enough light for me to see her dark patch between her legs before he buried his face there. Her arms were spread against the shed.

“Oh, Matt” I heard her whisper. “That’s so good, honey.” Suddenly, he stood, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the ground. His erection flopped out, pointing straight at her belly. She reached out to grab him there and began to stroke him vigorously.

“Turn around, babe,” he said, using his hands on her shoulders to spin her so that her back was to him. He pushed her shoulders down. As she bent at the waist and spread her legs, she exposed her clit from between the cheeks of her firm round ass. He moved even closer, his cock closing the distance. She reached between her legs and helped guide his swollen prick between her legs to her wet slit. He slid in easily and began a slow rhythmic fuck, as she supported herself by leaning against the shed.

It was stimulating watching these two lovers in their dance. I was getting a little uncomfortable, having an erection of my own now. I put my hand on it through my shorts, thinking how easy it would be to take it out and pleasuring myself while I secretly watched this live show less than five yards away. Glancing behind me to assure myself I was alone, I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, which was now begging for relief. My other hand drew down the front of my shorts, exposing myself to the night air. I was transfixed with the sight of Matt and his lover fucking like two horny kids. They were even keeping time with the music! He grunted with each thrust and she responded with a muted moan of pleasure as she received the full length of his swollen organ.

I stroked my cock in a well-practiced motion. Who knows better how to pleasure me than me? I thought. I was taken by surprise when I heard a moan from the other side of the bushes. Realizing I was not as alone as I thought, I stopped, freezing in place and tried to identify the sound. Leaning sideways, I saw three more people I hadn’t realized were also close by in the semi-darkness. They were engaged with each other and hadn’t noticed me either. One man was on his back on the ground, pants around his ankles. A woman was on her hands and knees at his side, giving him a blowjob that he was obviously enjoying. Behind her, a second man was on his knees, holding her hips as he rocked behind her, driving his cock into her pussy from the rear. After several thrusts, the second man grunted and pushed deep within her, coming inside her body. She hesitated only slightly in her sucking as she received his load, then she returned to pleasuring the first man with her mouth.

The scene was so unreal. I could not believe it was happening in my own neighborhood. I felt I was lucky to be in the right place at the right time to see this mini orgy. As I continued to pleasure myself, the second man stood, drew up his pants, and turned in my direction. I could not get out of the way or hide, especially since I was so close to coming myself. He saw me, smiled, and said, “Go ahead. She’s some great piece of ass.” It didn’t matter that we were unacquainted. We were both in the situation of our fantasies. 

With four steps, I was in his place behind the woman. I knelt, drawing my cock out of my shorts. Feeling me behind her, she turned her head and looked at me with my cock in my hand. “Please, fill me up.” she said. Then she returned to giving head to the other man. He did not seem to notice me, as his concentration was on this woman sucking his dick. Needing no further encouragement, I slid my cock into her wet hole. She was ready to receive me, having been stretched and lubricated by the man I just replaced. I pumped her from behind, just as my predecessor did. She had a full round ass that begged to be fucked.

It seemed like the whole neighborhood was fucking at the same time. Just as I entered her, the first couple I spied was reaching their peak. Matt was pumping his lover from behind like I was doing to this horny woman. He pushed several times more and said “I’m gonna cum! Here I come!” Instead of cumming inside her, he pulled out and jacked himself on her backside, spraying several large globs of cum on her ass. She stood, turned, and they embraced, kissing deeply.

The woman I was fucking had brought the man she was sucking to the point of no return. He groaned. “Oh, yeah! You got me cumming now, Babe!” She throated him even deeper and used one hand to squeeze his cock, milking the juices from deep within, as he raised his hips and said “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Take it all, Babe!” She did, keeping her mouth around his spurting member until it stopped.

In a matter of a few strokes, I knew I was going to cum. The pressure had been building since I relived my dream about Sarah. Now as I watched and participated in this impromptu orgy, it was overwhelming. I quicken my pace, pushing deep within Babe’s pussy. Hanging on to her hips, I felt the release jet out of my cock into her hole. So full was it and so thick was my spunk, the juices were squeezing out the sides of her hole around my cock. Spent, I pulled out, seeing the cum drip from her pussy lips down her legs and to the ground. Wiping off, I tucked myself back in my shorts, stood, and backed away. Babe was still busy licking the spunk off the other man’s cock as it began to shrink in her hand.

Seeing no one else nearby, I turned behind the bushes and walked away. That was so unreal, I thought, but just the release I needed. She did too, from the way she bucked beneath me as I pumped my seed into her. Anonymous sex. Or did she think I was someone she knew? I didn’t know her, so I didn’t stick around in case she had a jealous boyfriend or something. Without guilt, I walked back home with a smile on my face.



The Good Neighbor Ch. 03



(Special thanks go out to Mike D, and to all who have encouraged me to continue to write, I welcome any and all comments)

All night long, with each and every fare all I wanted to do was to go home. As Sunday nights go this one was quieter than usual. I called my night early, after a bit of a bitch session with dispatch. I hadn't had a fare since 10:00 and it was near the end of my shift anyway so I jumped in my car and headed home. 

On the drive home my thoughts returned to Bill. I hadn't cum like that in years. I never thought that being with a man could be so good. I guess it makes sense because a man knows what a man likes and therefore it's only natural. 

I started wondering more about lesbian sex...did I give Maria what she needed? I'd love to see Maria with another woman. Maybe that would make me a better lover for her. If she saw Bill lovingly sucking my cock, licking my balls, fingering my ass, what would she think? Would it turn her on? Would she be disgusted?

As I turned into my driveway I noticed the upstairs bedroom light was on, Maria's probably awake. I also noticed Bills kitchen light on, he said he had a surprise for me. I figured I had better go up and take care of Maria. She said she wanted more and I was sure that was why she was still awake. I climbed the stairs slowly, walked down the hall and entered my bedroom; Maria was on bed wearing a short sexy teddy sound asleep. She looked beautiful, laying there on her back, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her long, tanned legs relaxed in sleep, with one straight, the other bent slightly giving me a nice view of the cleft of her pussy.

In the past when I had come home horny and then had tried to wake her, looking for sex, she had denied me. But tonight I knew she wouldn't, although a part of me wanted her to. Quietly I got undressed, took a quick shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist and went back to our bed. I slipped in along side her and whispered into her ear. She reacted by rolling onto her side, so that now my cock now positioned right against her fantastic ass. I was already semi hard and now my erection grew as she unconsciously pushed her ass against my cock. 

I slipped a hand to her breast and once again tried to wake her softly, squeezing her breast gently as I pushed my cock firmly against her ass. She kind of groaned and rolled further onto her side away from me, and let out a sigh. 

With that move I rolled onto my back and thought, "this isn't going to work." 

Or was I just taking the easy way out because I wanted to see what Bill's surprise was?

I got up slowly, put the towel back around my waist, went downstairs to the cupboard, pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured myself 3 fingers over a couple of cubes. As I stood there sipping my scotch looking out the back window I saw Bills Kitchen light flash twice. I smiled as my cock began to stir under my towel and flicked my light off and on. Bill then flashed 3 times which I took as a cue to go outside. 

Bills back door opened as I crossed my yard and he stood in the doorway beckoning to me. I skirted my pool and went through the gate into Bills yard, scotch in hand and he called out. 

"I saw you drive up; I thought maybe you weren't going to come back down." 

I told him about going up to bed with Maria, how she had fallen asleep and how I had tried to wake her. 

He smiled and said, "Well you tried; now why don't you come inside for my surprise."

I had only been in Bills house a few times over the years; it was tastefully decorated in an Asian theme. Bill's wife was Japanese so the house was done in a way that put you at ease. Bill was dressed in a silk robe, his feet were bare as mine were and I was still wrapped only in a towel. 

Bill said. "Follow me, the surprise is in my parlor."

When we entered the parlor the room was lit with candles, and soft eurhythmic sounds playing from a concealed stereo or iPod. In the center of the room was a massage table. 

Bill said, "Come lay on the table and I'll give you a nice massage. After all that driving you must be stiff". 

I smiled, "I didn't know you had this" I gladlly climbed onto the table, and lay face down.

Bill proceeded to oil his hands and started to rub my shoulders and neck. He told me the table was his wifes, and that she had taught him the fine art of massage. She had been a geisha when he met her in the service. Geisha's are taught to serve, which she did well for him. She had passed her knowledge onto him and I must say he learned well. 

His oiled hands skillfully worked my shoulders, my neck, and then slid along my back to the top of my bottom. He oiled his hands again as he worked my muscle groups from my ass down my legs. He worked first one side then the other, each time he stroked, his slippery fingers would slip between the cheeks of my ass. His fingers ran over my man pussy, and I opened my legs to his touch. I wanted to allow him to touch the inside of my thighs and to have unfettered access to my balls.

He now gently tugged my sack on his way down all in a fluid motion; his oily hands never broke contact with me. Long strokes down my legs to my feet and back up again to my ass, each time his fingers getting bolder. Almost involuntary I raised my ass from the table to meet his touch. Then he slipped his hand under my balls and caressed my hardening cock with one hand as he rubbed warm oil between the cheeks of my ass.

I moaned this time as he inserted a finger partly into my ass and tugged my ball sack and then stroked my cock. I rocked up onto my knees now with my ass fully exposed. With complete access, Bill pulled his finger out of my ass and started licking it, inserting his tongue in me as he gripped the base of my steel hard cock. 

It felt fantastic; I had never felt anything like it. He continued to work my ball sack, and gripped the base of my cock as he feverishly tongued my anus. I could feel the cum building and as my sack tightened Bill noticed and pulled back. I didn't want to cum yet and Bill had more in store for me and didn't want me to cum yet either.

Slowly I eased myself back onto the table, Bill now worked his way back up to my shoulders, and I could now feel his hard cock rub against my head as he worked my upper body. 

Bill tapped my shoulder and told me to turn on my back. I followed his direction; he put a rolled pillow under my legs, and a small pillow under my head. He now took more warm oil and trickled it down my chest to my pubes. With both hands he began rubbing oil over my chest, tweaking my nipples and then moving down to my stomach. He took some time to work my abs before moving down to my still hard cock. His hands were warm and slippery with oil and felt so good as he caressed my balls. 

I reached out to rub my hand along his back and I trailed my hand down to his ass. For a man his age, his ass was surprisingly firm. As he continued to rub me I pulled on the belt of his robe which fell open.

I looked and noticed he was wearing silk panties...

Bill looked at me a bit embarrassed and told me he always wears them around the house because the sensation of the smooth silk was very arousing.

I smiled and said, "As long as you're happy who cares?" I did notice that his cock and balls were seductively visible thru the semi-transparent panties. 

With that he bent over and took the head of my cock into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue circling the engorged head of my cock, one hand cupping and tugging on my balls and the other gripped firmly around the base of my cock.

My hand slipped under his robe, rubbing his ass through his panties. I slipped my hand under the silken panties to feel his balls. He spread his legs so I could have better access and he moaned over my cock. 

I gently pulled his panties down as he now took my cock deep into his mouth. I probed hus anus with my thumb. The fingers of my other hand pulled on his ball sack. He moaned louder now and continued to suck and tug at me. 

I opened my legs further giving him greater access to my ass and he followed my lead. As he held my cock, he then tongued my balls down to my anus and back up again...over and over he repeated the motion.

His mouth felt like one giant tongue one moment engulfing my cock the next my balls then into my anus. Cum was building in my balls and I knew I was going to explode, I couldn't take much more. Bill could sense it, he wanted my load, he was now working my cock feverishly...faster and faster he stroked me with one hand in unison with his mouth. I came in a mighty eruption, my hips bucking; I let out a loud moan.

It was then that I heard a loud gasp, my fingers in Bills ass, and my cock deep in his mouth. I looked up and there stood Maria, still in her little teddy. I jumped up, pulling my fingers from Bills ass. Bill was oblivious to Maria's presence and he continued to keep me deep in his throat greedily gulping down all my man juice. 

Maria's mouth open now, no sound coming out, her eyes focused on Bill draining my cock. I stammered, "Maria..."

Bill lifted his head, my cum dripping from his lips he looked straight at Maria and said "Oh my god".

Maria looked at me and said "What the fuck Dave!" "Are you fucking gay now?" 

All I could stammer was, "No / Yes....I don't know". 

She still staying where she was, saying, "Is that why you didn't wake me when you got home...you wanted Bill! Not me? Why?" 

With that she turned and stormed from the room. I jumped off the table, 

Bill told me, "Wait...give her a few minutes to comprehend what she just saw. It would be like you walking in on her with another woman". 

I said, "Well I'd welcome that". 

He said, "Maybe, but at first you'd be thinking what's wrong with me...why does she want her"? 

With that I collapsed on the floor.

Bill handed me my scotch which I downed. Bill smiled and said, "Damn! That was one great visit...until she walked in".

As I left Bill's house to try to calm Maria down I had to admit that was two awesome experiences I had never felt with a woman...I love Maria but I need more. When I entered my house I could hear her crying upstairs.

To be continued...



The Good Neighbor Ch. 03



Maggie's predictions proved true; David wrote five best sellers in the next three years. They had sex at every possible opportunity but decided not to actually move in together. Once in a while they would spend the night at one house or the other and weekends in his cabin happened at least once a month. Maggie was happy with this arrangement but she knew that David wanted more. David wanted to start a family. This was one thing she wasn't prepared to do. When he first brought up the subject, she said she would love to have his babies but knew that she would never give up the pill, and if she still became pregnant she would get rid of it quietly. 

David wasn't happy. His career was flying high but he felt like he was a failure. He wanted to have a family and it seemed that the wheels turned but he didn't advance an inch. He discussed this with Maggie all the time and she always very understood. She would come to him during day or night to say that she was ovulating and we would try to get her pregnant. He even went to a clinic to see if he had lazy sperm. The doctor put him through a battery of tests and declared him normal. Maggie ovulated monthly, so the problem couldn't be there. He was sure they were doing something wrong, so after years of sharing a relationship he decided it was time to ask Maggie to marry him.

When David proposed to Maggie, she was taken completely by surprise. Her surprise was interpreted by David as female emotion. She needed time to formulate the right answer. She was upset that he wanted to change their present relationship. Her life was exactly how she wanted it. At work it was just a question of time before she would be managing editor at Barnes, Thisson and Noble. Her real dream was to add Daily to the firm's name. "Barnes, Thisson, Noble and Daily," she said as she drove away from the cabin. "That just rolls off the tongue like it's the way it should have always been." She didn't normally talk to herself and chalked it up to the frustrating situation David had put her in. She couldn't understand how he could be so selfish. Children... Children are something anyone can get, she thought. He doesn't have to change his job or way of life to make a family. I have to make all of the sacrifices for his dream. He doesn't have to go through nine months of misery with morning sickness, backaches, a twenty-pound ball for a stomach, stretch marks and being split apart by a screaming little stranger. He puts it all on me; it isn't fair. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. "I'm not going to do it!" There, I've said it. He can knock up some other bimbo to suffer for his dreams. 

Once she made her decision she thought she would be happy; but she wasn't. Her thoughts took another road: If I say no he will be upset. If he is upset he may take it out on me. I made him a bestselling author and put him in the position he is now in. If he finds someone else I would lose my control over him and he could eventually go to another publishing house. After voicing all the mental arguments she could muster she came to an unthinkable conclusion; I need him much more than he needs me.

"I would be honored to be your wife," she said the next time they met. "I was taken by surprise when you asked it out of the blue. My emotions overwhelmed me and I needed the extra time to get my thoughts straight. They're now straight and my answer is yes; I love you." She had her thoughts together and her thoughts were that she would never be a mother and she would be able to let David go as soon as she made partner.

"I love you too, and we will make beautiful children together. I want to have a houseful of children." David's mind raced as he mentally visualized the perfect life they would have as husband and wife. 

They were married but little did he know that they had two very different agendas. He continued to write; he still wasn't happy and Maggie didn't become pregnant. Once Maggie made partner their relationship seemed to practically melt away. They never had any real disagreements, but once she was partner he felt like she treated him like a very special client than a husband. If he wanted sex, she would dutifully give him what he wanted but she never initiated it. Everything came to a rather abrupt end one fine spring day.

They had just cleaned the sweat, saliva, cum and various juices from their bodies and were drying each other off when David said, "I made us an appointment at a special clinic in Switzerland."

"What on earth do we need with a special clinic?"

"We've been trying to start a family for years. They can tell us why it hasn't worked and if something is wrong they can implant a few fertilized eggs and hocus presto; you're pregnant."

"It sounds great but you make it sound so simple. When is this appointment anyway?"

"It is for May 12th; I thought we could spend a couple of weeks and tour Europe."

"We've seen Europe and I can't possibly go in May. My agenda is full through the summer."

"Can you give me a date so I can reschedule the appointment?" 

"I'll let you know as soon as I can."

She never did give him a date but fate decided to play a crucial role in David's dilemma. Maggie was on a business trip in Los Angeles for a week. As usual David was working at home. He was putting the finishing touches on his seventeenth novel and he was sure that it was the best he had ever written. He wanted to celebrate his success with Maggie so he called her at her hotel. Now that she was full partner she stayed only at the best hotels and this trip it was the Peninsular Beverly Hills. He asked for Suite 243 and waited as the phone rang.

Maggie was in Los Angeles. She was glad to be here. Not strictly because of the possible success she could bring to her company but it was time away from David. When she first met David Lawton she had a feeling she couldn't shake. She had a feeling that he was the one to take her where she wanted to go. Her intuition proved right; she was now on top and she now saw him as an anchor that was not only holding her back but also starting to sink her. She was once willing to do practically anything to keep her hold over him and she used to like their sexual relationship. They once did everything, and she found that both exciting and stimulating, but over the last six to eight years his priorities had changed. He no longer took her to bed to satisfy their sexual appreciation but solely for the purpose of reproduction. She sacrificed much for him, but she drew the line at children. 

Maggie met Jason five years earlier on another business trip to the west coast. He came at just the right time and was exactly what she needed. He was willing to explore and experiment with sex and that was exactly what was missing in her life with David. He picked her up at the airport and had her panties wet before they got to the hotel. After she checked in they went up to her suite in one of the elevators. Fortunately they went up alone, as he had her panties off and in his pocket before the doors opened. He swiped the key card in the door and she passed him as they entered. As he was closing the door behind them she charged and, crushing him against the door, grabbed for his crotch. She bit his earlobe, darted her tongue deep in his ear and in a hushed voice demanded that he strip her.

Jason was only happy to comply. He pushed off from the door and turned to face her. Grabbing her jacket by the lapels, he jerked it open, popping the buttons and sending them flying around the room. He repeated it with her blouse, leaving her exposed to him, except for her lace bra, in a heartbeat. The rest of her clothes were stripped off in the same short order and were soon rags strewn around the room. When she was completely naked he held her at arm's length and appraised his prize. Before him wasn't the body of a thirty-nine year old woman but that of a vestal virgin. Her legs, incredibly long and shapely seemed to extend forever from her feet to the ethereal wisp of hair crowning her mound. As his eyes traveled upward, her stomach was still flat and muscular and in perfect contrast with her firm yet very soft and pointy breasts. Her neck and face showed no tell tale signs of age that afflicted most women her age. To Jason this woman before him looked timeless, and that suited him just fine.

Maggie stepped back and slowly turned. She was proud of her body and wanted to show it off to him. She proudly walked around the room; displaying herself in different lights at different angles. When he had shed his clothes she stood at the foot of the bed with her back to him; spreading her legs and placing her hands on the bed, she bent over and looked back at him with invitation in her eyes. 

He went down on his knees behind her spread legs and, with both thumbs, spread her ass cheeks and exposing the tight bud of her anus. This was lightly covered with the same red hair that adorned her mound so he delicately spread the hair to each side to reveal her anal pearl; unobstructed. He flicked out his tongue and took his initial taste of her. She tasted of woman. Her taste was nothing like the smell that she emitted which was of fresh flowers with the essence of woman. Her taste was salty and it prickled his tongue like a moderately hot chili. The prickle stimulated his glands and he soon had the red hairs plastered flat around the deep valley of her ass.

She knew that he was going to invade her anal passage and was neither surprised nor outraged. In fact, she had anticipated this and bought a bottle of mineral oil at the airport before her departure. She broke off his attentions and quickly retrieved it from her luggage. She handed it to him as the exchanged knowing and excited glances. He opened the bottle and squeezed a healthy amount on his hand. With hand cupped he brought the lubricant to her white mounds and massaged it into her ass crack. He tentatively worked the first digit of his pointing finger into the tight hole. To say that it was tight was an understatement, as he had to fight to maintain his digital invasion; her anal sphincter muscle did its best to expel the invader. Jason was nothing if he wasn't tenacious in his desire to take Maggie up the ass.

With the help of the mineral oil Jason finally forced two fingers into her anus and slowly created enough room to penetrate her with his now rock hard penis. He covered it first with fresh oil and put it against the weakened sphincter and, grabbing her by the hips, he pushed his penis head in and it was soon buried half-way in her anus. He felt like he was literally threading a needle but continued to pump his meat to the hilt. The more he pumped the easier it was and Maggie met each of his thrusts halfway with the smacking sound of their colliding bodies.

Maggie's ass wasn't virgin territory. Years before David used it on numerous occasions but that was before they were married. He had showed her how exciting and stimulating a good ass fucking could be. Then his obsession about children changed everything. "A child has never been conceived through anal sex," he told her when she suggested it. "We need to concentrate our efforts on getting you pregnant and starting a family." Who ever said that sex was only for the proliferation of the species? What's wrong with having sex for the pure love of the act? These were questions that came to mind but she never asked them. She knew what his response would be and she wasn't yet at the end of her ride in his jet stream. Jason had no qualms and said so when she suggested it to him. If anything he was surprised that she would actually like it.

His surprise was now gone and he was pumping his penis deep in her ass. He spread her cheeks and watched himself moving in and out of her all swallowing hole. He noticed that she gave as much as he did and moved to meet him with every thrust. He reached under her and found her sopping cunt. Droplets of her juices clung to the wisps of hair surrounding her pussy. His hand was drenched as he reached in and stuck three fingers into her.

Maggie felt him invade her anus and fill her as she had never been filled before. The initial stab of pain dissipated to be replaced by a feeling of pure excitement. As he pounded her orifice and the pleasure increased she could feel her juices flow down the inside of her thighs. Slowly a troubling feeling that something was missing started growing in pace with her exhilaration. Then he filled her cunt with his fingers and the thrill and anticipation of a bone racking orgasm as a tingling wave radiated from her groin throughout her body. Her legs felt like they were incapable of further support but his fingers, buried deep inside her, kept her standing and supported her. She felt his stiff rod expand and knew that soon he would shoot his seed deep in her bowels and the idea brought a shiver down her spine and a renewed flow of juice down her legs.

He came with a gut wrenching groan and his seed spurted repeatedly as he pushed harder against her upturned ass.

The week that followed brought Maggie face to face with a few basic truths. The first one was she loved sex and wanted to do it much more than she had. The second one was she would never be a mother; if she conceived she would abort it without guilt. Her third and most decisive truth was that it was time to move on and let go of the shirttails that had got her where she was now.



The Good Neighbor Ch. 04



I love my Dad. Ever since my parents divorced, he's been taking good care of me. I try to help around the house we share, but I know he works hard to provide for the two of us. I've got a part-time job at a craft store at the mall and it gives me gas money for my Wrangler. I have spent a lot of time studying because this is my senior year, and I need to bring my grade point average up. I'm not a scholar like my friend Jenny, so it doesn't come easy for me. I hope to go to the State University with some of my friends next year. I really want to be an art teacher.

Anyway, Dad drives his pickup to various job sites around the county. He's a bricklayer and really buff. I know he and Mom didn't get along. Mom's depression and drinking didn't help, either. So they split. Dad kept the house, so I got to stay in my old room. It's OK, but I'm also looking forward to going to college.

Dad gives me a lot of freedom to be with my friends, as long as he knows where I am. That's cool. Even though I'm eighteen, I still depend on him for so much. I think he depends on me, too. I've tried to be a good girl most of my life. Lately, however, it's like I have itchy feet or wings ready to unfold or something, because I just want my freedom. My two best friends are Janey and Julie. We talk about everything. We also share some clothes. One thing I inherited from Mom is big boobs. I guess that's two things! Since Janey has big boobs too, we can swap blouses. Julie's got wider hips, so she's more my size for slacks. At 5' 4", I'm kind of short, so I appear to be really stacked, even though I'm just a C cup. My shoulder-length hair is light brown and I have hazel eyes.

Just now, I don't have a real boyfriend, because I have been busy with studies, soccer practice, and work. That's not to say I'm not experienced. I have been out with several different guys, mostly guys from my class that I've known forever. Football and soccer games, dances, double dates, movies, a couple of proms- that's been the extent of my dating life. I've seen my Dad gives the guys the "lecture" when they come to pick me up, but I know he's proud of me, and trusts me. I'm sure he doesn't suspect I'm not a virgin. I gave that up to Billy Thompson last year. It was kind of scary, and we fumbled around a lot, but it turned out to be fun. Maybe I'll write about that sometime. But we didn't really want to keep going out with each other, so I just remember it as a learning experience. So ever since then, I've been having as much fun as I could, between practices, work, and studying for tests, that is. So Dad keeps a watch on me. He'd have a cow and then come out shooting if he knew what went on last night. I can hardly believe it myself. I never knew...

I was over at Julie's house yesterday, having arranged to spend the night with her. We had supper with her Mom and her brother and then helped her Mom clean the dishes. When the phone rang, it was Janey. She said to Julie that we should go out to the drive-in that night. We have one of the few remaining drive-ins in the state. Lots of people come there for the outdoor show. It's fun when we go. Julie's mom checked what was playing (a campy horror flick we'd all seen before) and agreed to let us go, provided we come right home after the show. She even let Julie take the Bonneville.

We went to pick up Janey and then drove to the drive-in, getting there just as it was getting dark. There were not as many cars there as usual. We saw Bret Johnson in his big Dodge Ram pickup parked near the back. He had it backed in and had chairs and a cooler in the truck bed. His dad works for the dealer and Bret does too, part-time. There were a couple of guys with him we didn't recognize. There were other couples in cars; none real close. Those others were keeping to themselves, mostly.

We hit up the snack shack for soda's and popcorn before the show started. Bret and his buddies walked in while we were there.

"Well, hello girls!" said Bret. He was looking good in his letterman's jacket. He's a basketball jock, and pretty good, I guess. Even though it was warm enough to go without it, he seemed to have it on all the time.

"Hi Bret," said Janey with a grin. She likes him and has been out a couple of times. Of course she told us all about how he likes to french kiss. She said he let her feel her up one time and it got her hot. I think she wanted it to go further, but they couldn't do more under a blanket at the football game.

"Who are your friends?" asked Julie.

"This is Paul and Wayne, my cousins from Atlanta," replied Bret.

"Hi, I'm Paul," he said, stepping closer. "Can I help you carry that?" indicating my tub of popcorn. He was a real hunk, as big as Bret but huskier, with big feet. His southern accent was kind of sexy. 

"Sure, I guess," I replied. Wayne introduced himself and slid next to Julie. I could tell she was attracted to him right away. She had her best "come-and-get-me" smile and struck a pose that even a dead man could not look away from.

"Why don't you girls park near my truck and we'll party?" asked Bret. I was a little hesitant, thinking this was a "girls night out", but Janey was already moving outside with Bret. As Julie and Wayne seemed to be hitting it off, that left me with Paul. I could do worse, I thought. Suddenly I had a flash of Paul kissing me. What was that? I just met the guy. But he is such a hottie, just look at him!

"OK, why not," I said.

"Great. Come on." Paul carried my popcorn and we walked back to our car. Julie moved it closer to the truck in the back row. 

Paul and I were talking and munching popcorn when the movie started and we continued to talk well into it. Like I said, we'd already seen the movie. I really liked being with Paul. He was at least a head taller than me. And those broad shoulders! We were standing between the car and truck, leaning on the car in the shadows of the large fence right behind us. I snuggled closer to him as we talked and watched the movie.

Julie and Wayne were in the truck bed with Bret and Janey, also munching popcorn and watching the movie. Julie giggled at something Bret said, which seemed odd with the horror flick going on. 

The more I talked with Paul, the better I liked him. His accent may have sounded southern redneck, but it became obvious that he also had a brain and a knack for making me feel good. We seemed to have a lot in common, and he made me laugh with his corny jokes. We were smuggling, he behind me with his arms around me. We totally lost track of the movie as we talked about our various experiences. His hands got a little frisky, trying to get under my shirt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Just trying to get to know you a little better," said Paul. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever fooled around?"

"Sure I have, but we just met."

"Well, I sure like you. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, as the matter of fact. You're pretty hot." Paul was laying it on thick, and I was lapping it up. He was hot too, and I really didn't mind his roaming fingers.

"Let's get in the car," he suggested.

"OK," I replied. I wanted to sit down. The truck bed was full with the other four. They seemed to be getting along just fine. Besides, I wanted to be alone with Paul. So we got in the backseat of the Bonneville and kicked off our shoes. I sat beside him, only facing backwards. He immediately began kissing me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close, touching his lips to my forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then my lips. As we kissed, my hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest. He had told me he worked out. It was obvious from the development of his pecs and biceps that he had done a lot of it.

His hands moved from my back to my front. I glanced out the window, but nobody seemed to be close enough to see what we were doing. In fact, we were beginning to fog up the windows! I didn't object when Paul cupped my boobs and gently squeezed. I moaned a little, and he took that as encouragement to continue his exploration. He began to unbutton my blouse. As he did that, I untucked it. I shucked it off, feeling a little bare, but wanting him to keep doing what he was doing. He fumbled around behind my back with one hand, trying to unhook my bra, while playing with my boobs in the front with his other hand. I reached behind and unsnapped the clasp so that it loosened and fell off to join my shirt on the floor. My boobs stuck out, with the nipples already hard and pointed at his face.

"I just love your boobs, Mary," Paul said. He kissed one, then the other, giving each nipple a little lick. I responded eagerly, pushing them into his face. He sucked on one nipple while pinching the other. This was making me even hotter. I could feel my wetness beginning between my legs, and I squirmed. How far would this go? Would he want to go all the way? Would I?

We shifted positions. He took off his shirt, exposing those big pecs and shoulders. I just had to rub them! I lay back on the seat and Paul lay beside me. There was plenty of room in this big car. He was playing with my boobs and dry humping my leg. I could feel his boner through his jeans. I reached down to feel it through his pants and was surprised how thick and long it was. 

"Oh, Paul," I gasped. We kissed even harder, our tongues dancing with each other. He got even bolder, sliding his hand down the front of my pants. His fingers reached the wetness. I could feel his middle finger as it parted my lower lips and began to seek entry. I was really hot now, not wanting him to stop. Ready and willing, I let him know by my moaning that he could do more than that if he wanted. I raised my hips, slipped my pants down to my ankles, and kicked them off. Totally naked now, I looked up at him and said, "Get those jeans off NOW!"

He slid to the side as I reached out to unsnap and unzip his pants. I reached inside before they were even off and grabbed his hard cock.

"Oh, my god. It's a boa constrictor!" I rubbed the length of it with one hand and cupped the big head with the other hand. "You like that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" he replied. "I can't believe this is happening!" He sat up to lower his jeans and kick them off, getting as naked as I was. The heat in the car bumped up a notch. I couldn't believe the size of his cock as it stuck up from his lap. It was thick! The head was large and stuck out of my fist, even when I had both hands wrapped around his shaft, one on top of the other! I sat up and leaned over his lap to kiss the tip. My boobs were pressing on his bare leg.

"You have a beautiful cock, Paul," I said. "Could I suck it?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! Do it!" Paul looked down as I licked the tip. I opened up to slide my lips over the big head, drawing it inside my mouth. My tongue worked to circle the knob, probing the tiny slit at the tip. "Oh, god, Mary. That feels so good. Suck me!"

I opened as wide as I could, trying to fit it all inside my mouth. I held onto the shaft with one hand, cupping his big balls with the other. I pushed down until my lips met my fingers. Working both my hand and my mouth, I sucked and licked and I raised and lowered my mouth on his big dick. With this kind of control, I wouldn't gag if it got in too far. Besides, I don't think I could have gotten it all inside my mouth. It was just too thick!

Paul was playing with my boobs with one hand. His other hand was holding on to my ponytail, probably to make sure I didn't stop. As I knelt on the floor between his legs sucking his huge cock, he was pushing his hips up into my mouth. But I controlled the action by keeping my hand wrapped around the base, pumping the shaft as I licked and sucked on the big head. My lips encircled his shaft, as I popped the head in and out of my mouth. His breathing was getting heavier as I knew he was approaching a climax. I looked up at Paul and his eyes met mine. He was so dreamy-looking! I felt so in control, I knew I could do anything with him that I wanted.

"Lay back, stud," I said as I sat up, swung my leg over his lap and straddled him. I pushed him down on his back on the big back seat. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I didn't know if it would fit, but I wanted to try. I grabbed a towel from under the seat and pushed it under his butt, hoping it would prevent a mess on the seat. He lay back with a smile on his face and I dangled my boobs in his face, swinging them over his cheeks and lips, as his tongue licked out. He succeeded in capturing a nipple with his lips and teeth, giving it a little squeeze, as he licked it. It was almost like he was giving my nipple the same treatment I was giving his cock just a minute ago. Two fingers of his hand were busy frigging my wet pussy, reaching all the right spots.

"Let's do it, OK? Will you put that big cock inside me and fuck me?" I asked as I pressed my boobs in his face. I was so hot and ready, pussy juices dripping down my leg. 

"Oh, god, Mary! I want to fuck you so bad!"

"Then hold still while I try to get that monster in," I replied. Slowly I lowered my hips while I held his dick with my hand, directing it toward my slick opening. Drops of pre-cum were forming on his cock. I rubbed the head of it around my pussy lips, lubricating the junction of our bodies with our combined juices. I felt the head press against my opening and pressed harder until I felt it enter me. He was instinctively trying to push upward to fully enter, but I needed a little time to accommodate his girth.

"Oh, that feels nice, Paul. Slowly now." I pushed down a little more, and then withdrew upward. Leaning forward, I kissed his lips, opening my mouth to his tongue, just as I was opening my pussy to his thick cock. With little strokes, I impaled myself a little at a time with each thrust downward. He groaned with obvious pleasure with each movement. As I expanded to take him in, my juices were flowing to help lubricate us. Down I went, and up again almost to the top. Finally thrusting down, I could feel him fully inside, filling me like I never thought I could be filled. Our pelvic hairs mingled as I began to slowly rock on his cock, causing it to move inside and give me the most delicious feeling.

"Oh, Mary. You are so tight. That feels so good, I don't want it to stop," said Paul as he cupped my breasts and tried to reach them with his mouth.

"I'm not stopping yet," I replied. "But you can't cum inside me, OK? Be nice and tell me when you can't hold back any longer."

"I will, but it probably won't be long. You've got me so worked up. I really like this feeling. Please move up and down again." Paul said.

"You like getting fucked this way, don't you?"

"I love it. You are so hot," he grinned as I obeyed, lifting my hips and dropping down again. Up and down, I held control. He was pressing against my clit so nice, and the friction was so hot. I pumped harder, fucking him from above. I could feel the beginning of a great orgasm coming on. I twisted my hips to rotate his cock inside, so deep! Hold on, Paul, just a little longer, I thought. Taking him deep inside, suddenly, I was cumming with an intensity that I had never felt before. It was strong, coming from deep within, a pulsing, pleasurable, mind numbing cum that caused my juices to almost squirt from my pussy.

"Oh, wow! I'm cumming, Paul."

"I can feel it, too," he said. "It's squeezing me." As the throbbing cum washed over me, he continued to push deeper, trying to thrust from his position under me. I raised up a bit, feeling the juices leak out over his cock and balls. He pushed as I continued to rock. Reaching behind me, I could feel his hairy ball sack. I tickled the sack and lightly played with his balls. This seemed to push him into overdrive, and he thrust harder.

"I'm going to cum! Oh, Mary, it coming!" I slid up and off his cock, curling between his splayed legs. Grasping his wet cock, I jacked it off.

"Please suck it! Please!" Paul begged. I lowered my head, taking the head back inside my mouth. I tasted the mixture of my juices and his as I encased my lips over his cock again. Just as I did, I felt a swelling of the big vein in his shaft. 

"It's coming! Here it comes!" Paul's eyes were squeezed shut. His cock seemed to swell even bigger in my mouth. I felt the first pulse of his spunk jet into the top of my mouth. His hand covered mine on his cock, and we jacked it together. My other hand held his balls, not realizing what a load of cum they contained. I swallowed the first rope of cum, then l raised my head just as the second and third jets of white jism sprayed my lips and cheeks. What a load of cum! It sprayed again as we slowly jacked it together. Great pulses of his cock muscle inside our hands pushed gobs of semen from the tip, spurting out onto my forehead and cheeks. So thick and heavy, it dripped off my face onto his belly. Finally, he slowed my hand, and the last few pulses pushed a slow dribble of cum from the tip of his cock. I bent to lick it off as it dripped from the tip to our hands, still together on the shaft. He squirmed with the sensitivity as my tongue swirled over his cock helmet, causing one last squirt to come dribbling out. I smeared his man-goo over his washboard, as his deflating cock flopped to the side. Still long, it hung semi-erect and dripped its last few drops onto his hip and the towel. I didn't want to let it go, so I kept my hand over it, lightly massaging it. Maybe if I got it hard again... No, we had to stop before we were caught.

As our breathing returned to normal, I looked at him. He was grinning from ear to ear. "What's so funny? I asked.

"You've got cum on your face."

"Why don't you lick it off me then, smart guy?" I said as I lowered my face to his.

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

"All right then. At least you can help me clean it off with the towel." We sat up and tried to make ourselves presentable. The windows were definitely fogged over, so we had some privacy as we redressed.

"That was incredible, Mary," Paul said. "Is there any chance we can get together again?"

"I sure hope so," I replied. "In fact, I've got a party coming up. If you'll be around for another week, you should come."

"We should cum together," he said. "I'd like to do it where we have room to spread out," he winked.

"I'd like that too. Now we should see what's going on outside."

Exiting the car, we left a window down so it could air out. The scent of raw sex in the car was not what we wanted to go home with. The movie was still playing. We moved together to the pickup. I was thirsty and looked for my soda. Inside the truck bed, we were surprised to see Bret and Janey lying between the chairs. They were groping each other and lip-locked. I could practically see the heat waves coming off of them. Bret had his hands down the front of Janey's pants, his fingers obviously busy diddling her. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning. Neither one of them saw us approach. Janey reached down and opened up her jeans, allowing Bret easier access. Their kissing became more fervent as he groped her. She bucked her hips as he rubbed and probed her pussy.

"That's it. Keep doing that. Oh, that feels nice. Don't stop. Oh, oh, oh, yeah." Janey was humping his hand, pumping her hips up and down. "Come on, Bret. I'm so hot. Make me cum. Make me cum. Oh, oh, oh, yes." He was kissing her neck, still oblivious to our voyeurism just feet away. Watching her getting frigged was making me hot again. Paul was at my side, holding me close. We looked at each other, then at the action in front of us. Paul's hand was creeping up my shirt again, getting a handful of my tit. I leaned into his embrace. Janey's eyes opened up and she saw us over Bret's shoulder, watching her. I could tell she was about to cum. She flashed me a smile. "Yes, yes. Oh, Bret, oh, oh, yeeeessss!" Janey was cumming hard as Bret continued to frig her. He was kissing her neck as she moaned into his hair. She relaxed even as he continued to feel her wetness.




The Good Neighbor Ch. 04



I climbed the stairs slowly; I could hear only muffled sobs now. I never planned any of this, I always thought of my self as hetero sexual only. Not since my youth had a thought, such as enjoying the pleasures of another man entered my mind. But I had to admit to myself that something is missing. I have to let Maria know it's not her; it's me, something missing in me that I need to fill. With that thought in my head I opened the bedroom door.

Maria instantly jumped up, grabbed a picture frame of the two of us and hurled it in my direction. Lucky for me she is a terrible aim as it crashed well short of the door, its glass cracking across the smiling photograph of our faces on our honeymoon.

I quickly crossed to the bed as she sobbed openly with a deep cry of "WHY???" "What's wrong with me??" "WHY HIM!!!"

I sat beside her, tried to put my arms around her, she pushed me away and I tried again, this time she let me with a sob....."Why???" she quietly sobbed.

As I began to explain to her the events of the past couple of days, the deep hidden desires I didn't know I had. I told her I still loved her and always would. I explained I still loved to have sex with her...how I thought she was a fantastic lover, but that I needed more.

Maria said "when I saw him...sucking your cock...like he was making love with his mouth to your cock I was stunned." I know you like it when I do it to you but I only do it because you like it, but Bill, Bill seemed to be in heaven while he sucked you. And you...you were in pure ecstasy like I have never seen you before. At first I was disgusted, I almost threw that ugly statue he has by the door at the two of you but I hate to say it but as I watched I got...I don't know...turned on, it even made me wet, which freaked me out even more...that's when you heard me gasp! I touched myself and felt I was soaked and couldn't believe it.

Even now as I held her in my arms I could see her nipples dark and hard against the fabric of her nighty. I could feel my cock stirring as she talked about Bill sucking my cock and getting wet as she watched. Her arm slid across my lap and bumped into my stiffening cock. She looked up into my eyes, and said "Dave I saw you groping Bill as he sucked your cock, you had your thumb in his ass like you try to do to me...you were fondling his ball sack and stroking his cock as he took yours deep in his mouth. Did you want to fuck him?"

I told her we hadn't done that...that I didn't know what I wanted or didn't want to do with Bill. All I know is since yesterday all I wanted was to see him again. He loves to suck my cock which you only tolerate...I need that and I need to know that he needs that too. I'm not gay, but I am...Bi...at least that's what I think. Looking at you right now all I want to do is take that nighty off and fuck your brains out, with that I pushed her back onto the bed. She didn't resist, I ripped her nighty in two and devoured her luscious tits...sucking on each hardened nipple, pulling on the other as I went back and forth...my hand slipped down to her vagina, my fingers probed at her clit, slipping two fingers along side her clit I rubbed slowly just like she likes it...she moaned as I nibbled on her nipples...

"Yess...bite them she cried...oh yeah....rub my pussy," with one hand squeezing her left tit my mouth now slid down her body, my fingers now plying at her sopping wet pussy lips....I spread her lips and slipped my tongue in...she arched her back...."YES" she cried as my tongue lapped at her clit and my fingers penetrated to the hilt.....slowly I fingered her pussy as I lapped at her clit, teasing it with my teeth from time to time...I could taste her heavenly juices, her back arching higher as I furiously lapped at her pussy, I knew she was close so I dared to probe her anus. My fingers wet from her pussy I rubbed them across her anus lubricating the way...as I did she lifted her legs to give me better access which I accepted as an invitation to proceed. As I deeply tongued her pussy I pushed my index finger into her ass slowly, I could feel her tighten up then relax as I worked my finger gently in and out. Then I inserted another, and again she tightened up at first then relaxed and began to moan even louder.

I began fucking her ass with my fingers of my right hand as I sucked her pussy and pinched her nipples with my left. She moaning louder..."IM CUMMING!!!!!!" as she bucked her pussy against my face and my hand deep into her ass. Wave after wave pushed against my face. She had never cum so loudly or forcefully in years. I had all I could do to hang on and not get drowned by all of her juice which I gulped down. As she relaxed she became sensitive, which she always does, and she pushed my head away.

That's when Bill spoke up....

He had stood there mesmerized in our bedroom doorway; he figured he would come over to try to help me smooth things out. He liked Maria and didn't want what Maria had witnessed to cause a rift in my marriage.

He said "well I'm glad you two worked things out" and he turned to leave when Maria said "WAIT" "DON'T GO".

Bill stopped in his tracks, unsure, by her tone, if she was going to yell at him, throw something, or come over and punch him. Slowly he turned back to face us. Maria was up on her elbows, naked. Her open pussy facing Bill, me on my knees my hands on her legs.

She said "Bill would you teach me how to please Dave....with my mouth I mean." "I saw how much he loved what you were doing to him and I want to make him happy too" I mean he loves to suck my pussy like you just saw but I really don't know how to make him happy with my mouth.

Now it was Bills turn to be stunned...all of a sudden he smiled. He said "Maria, my wife and I would entertain many a man, and if you'll allow me I'd love to show you."

I was dumbfounded but very excited...here was my incredible wife asking my fantastic neighbor to teach her how to suck my cock. I'm in HEAVEN!!!!

Bill walked over to the bed, took my hand from her leg and pulled me to a standing position, my cock though wrapped back in a towel poked out through the gap, hard as stone and ready for play. 

Bill said to Maria, "what a man really wants is someone to truly desire his cock, to make love to it, not just pretend to love it but to really want to make him happy by servicing his manhood, like this."

Bill then dropped to his knees, unwrapped the towel from my body, stared straight up into my eyes and without using his hands took my cock slowly into his mouth and down to the root in one smooth, slow, loving motion. He gently put his left hand on my thigh; with his right he cupped my balls as he slowly ran his mouth up and down my shaft.

Maria dropped to her knees alongside Bill, her eyes transfixed; almost mesmerized by the way Bill was servicing my hard cock. She edged closer and closer to Bill her face right next to his, her mouth slightly open, breathing quickly.

Bill looked from my face to hers, slowly he backed of my cock with his warm wet mouth, with his right hand he gripped the base of my shaft and as he took my cock from his mouth he pointed it at Maria's. She quickly gobbled it down...Bill gently pulled my cock away and took it slowly back into his mouth and tried again...this time Maria took the hint and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my steel hard cock and took it all the way to the root in one long slow motion. 

I watched amazed at the sight, Maria had never taken my cock all the way down...when I had tried to get her to do it in the past she had gagged, backed off and swore to never try again. This time she seemed to have no gag reflex, she took it to the base just like Bill and slowly, ever so slowly came back up the shaft again. Bill and Maria took turns, back and forth they fed each other my cock, tongues swirling, hands groping, lips smacking all over my cock. I was truly in ecstasy...I could feel cum building in my sack...so could Bill. He backed off and this time when Maria tried to take me he gently pulled me away.

He said. "Maria, Dave's almost at the point of no return, you don't want it to end now, do you?" The look on Maria's face told him all he needed to know. Bill got up put his hands on my shoulders and turned me back towards the bed and pushed me gently urging me to sit down, which I did. I scooted back on the bed and he laid along side me, Maria got up and got on my other side. Both of them almost in unison reached for my cock and balls. Bill fondled my balls while Maria gently stroked my cock...Bill reminded her to go easy.

He started tonguing my nipple on my left breast while his hand worked my balls. I opened my legs to give him better access. Maria continued to stroke my cock as she fed me her breast, which I greedily suckled on.

Bill's hand moved to replace Maria's on my cock as Maria threw her leg over me. Bill then guided my rock hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Maria took my cock deep in one hard thrust. I could feel Bills hand stroking my cock in time with Maria's thrusts up and down she road as Bill fondled my balls and stoked me.

Bill then started licking and sucking my balls I pulled Maria to my chest and Bill then with my cock still deep in Maria's pussy began licking where my cock and Maria's pussy met. 

Maria began quivering as I slowly pumped my cock into her pussy as Bill kissed, sucked and licked us both. The wave began to overtake Maria again, a deep guttural moan swelling from deep inside her as she rocked on my cock and Bill licked us where we were joined. Wave upon wave racked her body and she collapsed onto my chest. My hard cock still deep in her pussy, she whispered in my ear..."incredible"

Bill, pulled my cock slowly from Maria's pussy with a pop...she quivered. Bill began licking Maria's juices off my cock like it was a big lolly pop. He licked and lapped my cock from the base to the tip, over and over. His tongue encircling the head of my cock.

Maria slowly slid off me and laid her head on my chest and watched Bill, hypnotized by his movements she licked her lips uncontrollably. One hand moved to her breast as she watched squeezing her breast and pulling the nipple between her finger tips, her breathing shallow. 

I had never seen her like this, nor had I ever felt so...insatiable in my life. My rock hard cock had not cum since Bills House. I felt like I could go all night but with the way Bill was devouring my cock I knew I couldn't last forever.

Bill now moved his body into a 69 position along my left side while Maria laid on my right side me flat on my back. Bill with his arm over my leg began doing long slow strokes with his mouth and hand in unison on my cock.

Maria reached across to Bills panties, Bills cock hard pushing against the thin fabric. Maria started rubbing his cock which was so near my face. Bill let out a little moan and picked up the pace on my cock. Maria then pulled the waist band of his panties down and his cock sprung free...Bill has a nice 6 inch slim cock which Maria grabbed at the root and pointed in my direction. She said, "Suck It" to me, and she with one hand pulled his cock toward me and with her other hand she pushed my head gently toward his cock...she said "I know you want to."

I needed no more encouragement, I slowly opened my mouth and slid it over his slim 6 inches, and it felt so good in my mouth. So silky smooth yet hard, like nothing else I'd ever tasted...I licked and sucked his cock and drove it deep in my mouth, my nose nestled in his ball sack when I hit bottom, as he is shaved smooth it was so slick. I couldn't get enough, I felt possessed by his cock. I kept thinking to myself, why hadn't I tried this before, this is fantastic!!!

Bill let out a moan as I rolled onto my side to have better access to his cock and he mine.

Maria watched encouraged and played with her clit and tits as she watched us suck each other, saying to us. "Oh yeah..suck that cock, you know you love it" 

I could feel myself at the point of no return and I wanted Bills load as I gave him mine. I picked up the pace and I could feel Bill getting harder in my mouth and his ball sack was tightening...I could taste his pre cum and I knew I was leaking too. Part of me afraid of him cumming in my mouth the other part wanting it more than anything, I sucked deeper and faster wanting to know the taste. 

Bill took my cock all the way down into his throat..I could feel the head of my cock being squeezed by his throat, it felt unbelievable that a man could do that. I couldn't take anymore and I started to cum....Bill made a bit of a high pitched moan as my cock erupted into his throat. Maria dove down to join him, he popped my cock from his mouth with a gasp and I continued to erupt, Maria dove onto my erupting cock and gobbled it down for the first time she enjoyed the experience. 

Bill began to cum in my mouth, the taste at first unplesant then became delicious. I could feel his cum splashing against the back of my throat I gulped it all down enjoying the sensation, and sucked for all I was worth...by Bills moans I knew I was doing well.

Exhausted I rolled to my back and Maria stayed on my cock, sucking me dry. When she picked her head up she had a big smile on her face, my cum on the corner of her mouth which she licked clean, she looked at Bill and said "What a Good Neighbor" we all laughed.

I thought about all the things we could do...I wanted to fuck Bill next while Maria watched...



The Good Neighbor Ch. 04



While Maggie was being filled by Jason in Los Angeles, David's mailbox was being filled by the postman. Like most people, the Lawton's rarely got "real" mail but the number of folders, catalogs and fliers seemed to have increased considerably. David, dressed in his working clothes of sweats, made his daily trip to the front door to empty the mailbox. As he stood on the front porch he saw that the mailbox was literally stuffed with the usual stuff. He emptied it and dropped it on the hall table and continued back to his office. He glanced at his table deposit and noticed an envelope sticking out of the other junk mail. The envelope caught his attention and he retraced his steps and fished it out of the pile. He looked at it and saw his wife's name on the outside. He was about to put it back on the table when he noticed it was from a doctor. He didn't recognize the name and wondered why she didn't go to the normal doctor. Images of her having cancer or some other serious decease flashed through his head. He thought it would be just like her to go to a strange doctor to keep anything like that away from him.

David took the letter into his study and picked up an ivory letter opener from his desk. A slight twinge of guilt hit him as he stuck the point into the envelope and opened it. He fished it out and opened it. As he took a seat behind his cluttered desk, his eyes scanned the letter. It was from a Dr. Browning and he was obviously a gynecologist. It said that her last check-up was good but he recommended that she use another anti-conception pill because of her slightly elevated blood pressure. David reread the letter two more times before the implications crystallized in his mind. Maggie had been lying to him. How long had he been trying to start a family and how long had she been taking the pill? These thoughts tumbled in turmoil giving him a sudden and serious headache. 

He spent the next couple of days as a recluse; refusing to go out, even to collect the mail. He wrestled with the revelation that the doctor's letter brought, and came to the conclusion that the woman he loved wasn't a woman he knew. She had obviously lied to him and never had any intention of starting a family with him. A flood of different emotions washed over him; from sorrow to shame to love lost and finally ended in loathing. He was going to wreak his revenge on her for the hurt she had caused him. He spent the next two days planning how he would go about this new task. His perquisites as her husband put him in a position of power that he now planned to exploit. When Maggie came home David was in his study. She came in and gave him a bright smile and a quick kiss on the brow. 

"How's the story coming along?"

"I have lost it.... My inspiration is gone and I'm seriously considering starting over again."

A frown creased her forehead as she said, "You were so excited when I left. I thought you would have been finished and brimming with pride at your accomplishment."

"Shit happens... How was your trip?"

"S.O.S. I had to get the office there back on track but it looks like I'll have to make that trip more often to make sure they stay on the ball."

David closed off his computer and with a barely audible sigh stood up and walked to the door. Instead of exiting he closed the door and locked it. He turned and looked at his wife's questioning expression. Very calmly and quietly he said, "Take off your clothes."

"I beg your pardon..."

"I said take off your clothes. NOW; STRIP!"

"I just walked in and really need to take a bath..."

"If you don't strip now, I will tear those clothes off of you."

She slowly started to strip. A new look of fear clouded her features. "If you want to make love to me, wait until I've cleaned up and I will be glad to accommodate you."

In a sudden burst of anger and frustration, David crossed the room and ripped her blouse open and tore it from her body. She stood in front of him with her upper body, clad only in her bra. He reached around her and with a Herculean burst of strength tore it from her body. His fingernails made two scratches that ran from her back to her side almost to her breasts that were now shaking before him in fear, frustration and indignation. He made another move toward her and she instantly stepped back and hurriedly began removing her remaining clothes. The skirt dropped to her feet and she stepped out of her shoes as she stepped out of the skirt. Her remaining clothes were stripped off in one movement, leaving her completely nude before him. 

He viciously grabbed her and stuck her left breast in his mouth. He sucked on it and bit the nipple with his teeth.

"Ouch!" she yelled as she pulled away from his hungry mouth. "That hurts... you have to be more gentle or..."

David grabbed her again and cut off her protests with his mouth and forced his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands reached behind her and spread her butt cheeks. The fingers of his right hand sought her anus and he savagely forced two fingers in it. When he penetrated her he knew instantly that she had also been unfaithful as her ass accepted the invasion with little resistance. It had been a few years since he had taken her this way and he knew that the sphincter muscle should have been much more resistant. He pulled them out after a few thrusts and forced them into her mouth. Wetted with her saliva he renewed his attack on her anus. Drops of blood were smeared over her breast where he had broken the skin around her nipple. He noticed the red smear on the white breast but they had no affect on his anger.

Maggie couldn't understand the anger that David was displaying. There was no way he could have found out about her affair with Justin. She was far too careful for that to happen. In all the years she had known David she had never seen him so angry. When he demanded that she strip she was taken completely by surprise. He normally always wanted to take her clothes off himself. She was trying to figure him out and didn't comply with his instructions fast enough. When he stripped off her blouse and bra she was suddenly scared; something she had never experienced before. That feeling spurred her to strip the remaining clothes so fast. This David first confused her, then scared her, but was now exciting her. His savage attack on her left breast surprised her more than hurt her. He was always so passive there and treated them more like a world wonder than a means to cause her pain. She could feel his passion when his mouth brutally crushed hers and his tongue aggressively invaded her mouth. When his fingers forced their way into her anus she felt it accept it easily enough but it was still sore from her California trip. When he put his fingers in her mouth she instantly tasted the tang of her own shit. The sharp taste caused her eyes to water.

He pumped his fingers roughly until he got a groan of pain from her. He removed his fingers and ordered her on her knees. She looked up at him as she kneeled before him. He took two steps toward her and grabbed her hair in both of his hands and forced his penis between her lips.

She was trying to blink away the tears her feces had triggered when she felt him invade her anus with renewed force. The pounding caused two small split tears that burned like there was a hot poker being forced into her unprotected hole. He finally removed the violating fingers and ordered her to her knees. She was dazed but knew what he was expecting of her. She felt a feeling of relief that her anus was no longer being violated. She was breathing hard from his brutal attack but opened her mouth to accept his iron hard penis. She wasn't prepared when he forced it in to the back of her throat. She tried to ease the oral attack with her tongue but her success was marginal. She managed to keep the head of his dick from penetrating her throat but she couldn't keep him from reaching it. Within two minutes a spurt of thick cum shot out of him as his penis head reached her throat. The combination of these two factors caused her stomach to heave, and when he released her hair and turned her over on her stomach she threw up.

He felt his cum shoot in her throat but had no intention of stopping. The years of frustration and the realization of her deception kept his penis hard and he was a long way from letting her go. He pushed her onto her stomach and as he lifted her hips he saw her throw up. The sour smell of vomit filled the room but didn't temper his aggression. He lifted her hips and viciously pushed her upper body down. Her head landed in the vomit and her white ass was the only thing off of the floor. With his hand he pushed his penis down and worked the head in her exposed anus. He pushed it in as far as he could but couldn't quite achieve maximum penetration. Her anal passage was dry and fought the invasion. As he pumped her ass his right hand went to her cunt and invaded it with three fingers. It was wet and accepted the fingers with ease. Soon a fourth finger joined the others and her juiced started to flow more freely. He continued to push himself into her ass and her face was moving back and forth through the vomit on the floor. Small chunks of puke were clinging to her red hair. He felt no compassion; only anger. His fingers closed and he plunged his fist into her violated cunt. As his fist moved in and out of her wet hole he felt his sperm getting ready to erupt. With a violent shove her shot his cum into the deep recesses of her bowels.

She was suddenly vomiting and she could neither control it nor could she keep her head from landing in it. With a tremendous effort she was able to turn her head and keep her face from landing in it. He invaded her anal passage and she felt no pleasure. She was dry and it felt like her ass hole was on fire. His fingers weren't gentle; his fingers were brutal but they sparked a flame of arousal. Her heart seemed to momentarily stop when she felt his fist assault her vagina. She instantly imagined how child bearing must be and it only strengthened her resolve never to have children. She felt his ejaculation in her anus and a feeling of relief swept over her. She knew that this nightmare would soon end.

David was panting when he stood up and looked down at her. She was still as he left her with the side of her head stuck to the carpet with her vomit. "You've wanted me to take you in the ass and now I have." She rolled over on her side and looked at him with a glazes look in her eyes. "Consider that and this as my parting gift to you. He then held his penis and let his amber flood wash over her. She was too tired and defeated to even move out of the way and lay passively as the warm fluid covered her body. When he finished he pulled up his pants, walked behind his desk and disconnected his computer. He recovered his jacket and walked out the door and the house.

He was awash with guilt within the hour. He couldn't believe that he had actually done what he had done. He felt shame and spent his first night away from home fighting fits of tears and remorse. His shame didn't however change his resolve to divorce her. He pictured her going to the police and for the next couple of days actually expected them to arrest him.

Maggie stayed on the floor in the puke and piss long after David left the house. She was both empty and exhausted. She still didn't know why it happened but she accepted it. She knew that it was just a matter of time. She never considered reporting this to the police. It was degrading enough. She didn't want anyone to know this had ever happened. Long after David walked out of her life she stood up and painfully walked to the shower. She turned on the hot water and hoped the spray would ease the pains that seemed to rack every part of her body. She picked out pieces of her lunch and her husband's sperm then added a half bottle of shampoo. Maggie wasn't mad; she was relieved, and soon planned her new future. 

It took a month before the divorce was finalized.

(to be continued)



The Good Neighbor Ch. 04



We could feel the truck bed rocking slightly, even after Janey stopped humping. Where were Julie and Wayne? Paul looked inside the truck cab and said "Psst, Mary. Come here. Look!" He motioned me over and we peeked inside. I could see Wayne's naked butt and back bumping up and down, as Julie was getting fucked on the seat. Pants at his ankles, he was pumping like a jackhammer in between Julie's splayed legs. Her heels were on his back pulling him into her. No wonder the truck was rocking! He was pounding her hard! We could barely see her under his broad shoulders. We watched as he continued to pound her. She was meeting his every thrust, encouraging him with her legs.

"Oooo, yes. That's it. Give it to me. Harder! Harder! That's it. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop!" She let out a little squeal, then a louder "Ohhh, YES! I'm cumming!" Wayne was ready too. He pulled out and up, kneeling between her legs. Holding his cock in one hand, he stroked himself to completion on her belly. Several spurts shot out like milky ropes, splashing on Julie's bared belly and breasts. She reached out to squeeze his cock, lightly stroking it to milk it dry.

"Wow, this has turned into a real fuck fest!" Paul turned from the cab and grabbed me in an embrace, kissing my lips, ears, and neck. I could feel his renewed hardness as he pressed himself against me.

"Whoa, big boy! Hold on. People can see us out here!" I wanted him again, but not in sight of the other cars at the show. He backed off. The other four were making themselves presentable again. We returned to the back of the pickup where Bret and Janey were sitting together. Julie and Wayne soon joined us.

"Guess we didn't see much of the movie," said Wayne.

"Yeah, but we saw some great moves!" replied Paul. "We gotta go to Mary's party next weekend."

"Sounds good to me," said Bret.

"It's gonna be out at our cabin. I'll give you invitations by e-mail tomorrow," I said. "We'll get together again there."

"I'm all for that!" Paul exclaimed. 

We laughed like old friends until the movie was over, parted like good friends, and headed home. I promised to e-mail an invitation to Brett, also to include his cousins. I definitely wanted to see more of Paul. Of course, Julie and Janey wanted to know all about him. 

"You know what they say about guys with big feet, don't you?" I looked at them with a knowing smirk. I don't think they believed me when I said his thing was a big as a horse's!

"Big enough to share next time, Mary?" Julie asked.

"Maybe," I said. "It's going to be a good summer!" We giggled our way back to Julie's house in the big Bonneville.

Next: The Party 



The Good Neighbor Ch. 05



Chapter 5: The Party

Note: This is part five of a novelette. Although it is not necessary to have read the first four chapters, the reader is encouraged to seek them out. The same characters appear in each chapter, but they have been introduced and described in the earlier chapters. Don't forget to give feedback. It is the best thing you can do to help fledgling writers like me. Jenny

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After a flurry of short notice preparations, Ron Evans was ready to host his daughter Mary's graduation party at the lake house. It had come about as an off-hand remark to Helen Stratton, his neighbor, after Helen had mentioned that her party plans for her daughter Jenny had grown to include more people than she though would fit inside her house.

"Why not have it out at my cabin at Lake Osprey?" Ron had said. Man, I'd forgotten how long it has been since I'd been out here with company, he thought later. He had spent the better part of Saturday replacing several deck boards on the pier from the boathouse and securing new ropes on the pier for safety. He piled up driftwood for a campfire near the shore. With Mary's help cleaning and straightening up the 3-bedroom log cabin, they finally pronounced it fit for company. The kitchen was spotless; the great room was arranged; the fireplace set. Cobwebs and detritus were cleaned off of the wrap-around porch, so that extra chairs could be placed in groups. The ground-floor master bedroom and the two bedrooms in the loft had fresh linens. You never know, thought Ron. Maybe I can convince Helen to stay over. We sure had something good going last week at her house. Remembering his two encounters with Helen and her Jenny, together in a most delightful ménage a trios, brought back lustful thoughts about how he could arrange future encounters.

He called Helen. "Hi. We've got the cabin in order. Do you want to come and inspect it?"

"Sounds like fun, but I'm still busy putting food together and Jenny's in a panic about whether her friends will show up."

"I can sympathize. Mary's the same way. She wants everything to be just perfect. I think she thinks us grownups will just be in the way at this party."

"We can give them breathing room. You said it was a large place, right?"

"Right," said Ron. "Plenty of room for all. Do you need any help with the food?"

"I'm managing OK. Just make sure the keg is cold for the adults and there's plenty of juice for the kids," said Helen.

"They're not really kids anymore, are they?" Ron thought about how Jenny had used her teenage body to pleasure him, pretending she needed to be taught how to dance, kiss, and make love. All the while, Helen had been a willing participant, sharing Ron with Jenny until he left their house exhausted, but well satisfied.

"I suppose not," replied Helen, "but I won't have you jailed for providing alcohol to minors. We've got to keep a lid on that."

"I agree," said Ron. "I was just thinking how grownup our kids have become. Jenny is such a beautiful young lady. I can't wait to see you both again. I have something special I want to give you both."

"I bet you do," laughed Helen. "And I can't wait to see what it is, although I have a suspicion."

"I can't help it. You awoke a sleeping monster with your sexy wiles."

"Your monster is sexy too, Ron," said Helen with a chuckle. "Now I've got to get back to work, or I'll never finish by tomorrow."

"Fine then. Leave a guy hanging out, will you? Ron teased. "I'll pick you and Jenny up at noon tomorrow, bring you up here, and we'll set up for our guests."

"Great. See you then. Bye, Ron." She rang off as Ron was thinking I got to get one of those videophones for conversations like this!

On the way back to the house they shared, Mary chatted about who would do what during the party, whether there would be enough food, what she would wear, and a dozen other details.

"Whoa, babe," said Ron. "Everything will be fine. Just let it happen and have a good time."

Mary seemed to relax somewhat. She was actually thinking about Paul, her new friend from the drive-in a few nights ago. Hung like a horse and a southern accent too! I want him again! Suddenly flushed, she squirmed and looked out the passenger side window. "OK, Dad. I know it'll be fun."

Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, Ron thought She's also grown up fast. Like her mom, she's got quite a figure. Of course she's my daughter and no boy will ever be good enough for her. I wonder if she's ever had sex? Oh, yeah. Probably she has. She's had plenty of opportunity. I imagine she's had boys lusting after her since middle school. She's never confided in me with that level of intimacy. I suppose that's what her friends are for. Girls seem to talk about everything. I hope that Jenny is not talking about how we made sweet love with her mother, over and over again. God, I can still feel that sweet, sexy body like she was right here!

Realizing he was getting aroused with his thoughts, Ron quickly tried to adjust his position so that Mary would not notice the swelling in his pants. She seemed to be looking at the scenery, lost in thoughts of her own. 

Actually, she did feel him looking at her. She pretended not to see him adjust his erection, but caught his eye a few minutes later. Was he looking at her boobs? My god, I think my dad's turned on. It must be Helen. I know they've been together. It can't be me! Living with her dad, she had grown up in a relaxed household. Although he had a strictness when it came to how they should behave around each other, it seemed like that was a holdover from when she was little. I'm grown up now. I'm practically leaving home for college. Why can't he relax the attitude a little? If I could get him to lighten up, I might be able to have more fun. Now that I've discovered the joy of sex, I want to have that feeling more often. And Paul! My god, what a lover he could be, with his big cock! She flushed again and quickly looked away.

Back home, Ron said, "We'll get some pizza in about an hour. OK, Mary?"

"OK, Dad." She scampered off to her room to try on clothes in preparation for the party. 

Ron headed for the basement to flip on the TV and relax with a drink. As he relaxed in his lounge chair, his thoughts quickly returned to Helen and Jenny. He wondered, How often do those two come into my thoughts? Seems like it's all I think about. I can't believe how lucky I am to have screwed mother and daughter! And what a pair of tits Jenny has. When I came between them in the shower that time, I don't think I ever came harder! The TV became background noise to his own fantasies as his hand slipped down his sweatpants to grip his hardness. Realizing he wasn't alone, he thought, Maybe I'd better clean up my thoughts. Of course, Mary's in her own room or on the phone again. I am so horny lately! He squeezed himself and thought, What the hell. I need it! I can be quiet about it. Pulling his boner out, he slipped down his sweatpants to his knees and began pumping. His eyes were closed and he again receded into the Helen/Jenny fantasy, imagining how Jenny's mouth felt the first time he introduced her to oral sex. Such a willing partner! She has a mouth made for fucking! Surrounded by her red hair, those green eyes looking up at me as she licked and sucked my cock! He and Jenny had not actually made love; she was still a virgin. But they had done almost everything else imaginable and came together many times. Grabbing a couple of nearby tissues, Ron increased the pace of his stroking with a well-practiced rhythm, anticipating a strong release. 

Mary was trying on different outfits, wondering which one would be the best one for the party the next day. I'll need my red shirt, no maybe the green one. Oh, it's in the dirty clothes hamper. I'd better wash it. And my favorite red shorts need to be cleaned too. I was so juiced up at the drive-in, I could have gotten some of my (or Paul's!) cum on them and not noticed. Better clean them up.

She gathered a pile of clothes for the wash and hauled them downstairs to start a load in the washer. She could hear the TV on low, so she was quiet, thinking, Dad might be having a nap. Maybe I'd better wait until later. She peeked around the corner to see if he was sleeping in his chair. The lights were dim, but she could see his eyes were closed. But he's not still. He's rocking. What the hell? Peering further around the corner into the doorway, she saw his pants down to his ankles, his hand on his cock pumping like he wanted to choke it to death. Oh my god! He's jacking himself off! I've never seen him do that! I've heard his moans and thought I heard the bed creaking late some nights, but I never interrupted his pleasure before! Quietly looking around the doorway, she could tell that he was well into his pleasure. The pace was hard and fast. She noticed that his cock was full and long, shiny with the pre-cum fluid he had rubbed around the shaft to aid in the stroking. Wow. Dad's got a big one! I wonder if he is still thinking about Helen? He seemed turned on by something on our way home today. Trying to hide his boner in the truck, that was funny. Of curse I was getting more than a little moist myself, thinking of Paul and what we did in the car at the drive-in. He's not thinking about me, is he?

Ron was ready. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, but ready for a release, he applied the right amount of pressure and just the right rhythm to get maximum enjoyment out of his masturbation. He was lost in his fantasy, imagining Jenny's face, mouth open to receive his load. "Oh, Jenny, here it comes!" His other hand with the tissues forgotten, he felt the pressure erupt from his balls, through the length of his dick, out from the end. "Oh, yeah!" Ron whispered, "Suck it all out!" A great geyser of cum spurted from the top of his cock, like a miniature eruption, rising in a long white rope, to land in a glob on his leg. The second and third spurts came just as hard, shooting up and away from the red knob of his cock, as he continued to pump, although slower than before. More cum sprayed from his cock as the contractions pumped the fluid from the end, landing on his belly and legs. After a few more, it slowed to a dribble, running over his fist to his ball sack below. Eventually, he relaxed, still holding his cock, massaging it like a lover might do.

Afraid she might be seen watching her dad, Mary backed away quietly. Oh my god! That was a lot of cum! It just sprayed and sprayed! Did he say Jenny? My friend, Jenny? Was he fantasizing about her? He said her name! Confused, Mary backed up so as not to be seen. I thought he was dreaming about Helen. I even thought he was thinking about me. But Jenny? I thought she wanted to stay a virgin. Surely he hasn't been with Jenny and Helen! In her confusion, she bumped the wall as she backed up. A muted thump sounded. Oh, no! He'll hear me! Turning, she tiptoed up the stairs again. She did not notice that she dropped one piece of clothing as she turned. It was one of two black thongs she had purchased just a week ago, thinking she might surprise a hot date sometime. She was going to wash it and wear it when she saw Paul next. It lay on the floor unnoticed.

Ron had recovered enough to use the tissues to clean his shrinking cock and legs, where the gobs of cum had begun to drip down. Man, that was good! Whenever I can't get the real thing, I want to remember this one! What was that thump? Mary? He hurried to clean up and pull up his pants, thinking she might be coming down. He got out of the chair, went to the doorway, and looked out. Nobody there, thank god. Wait, what's that? Almost at the foot of the stairs, he saw something black that wasn't there when he came down. Moving closer, he realized what it was. Furthermore, he surmised how they probably got there. Oh, no! Mary must have heard me and turned around, dropping this! Shit!

He picked up the thong and went up the stairs. Mary was coming out of her room with a load of clothes, obviously headed to the washer. He was sure that she had been downstairs before and retreated. How much could she have heard? I was pretty quiet, wasn't I?

"Oh, hi Dad. I'm going to do a load of wash. OK?"

"Sure, sweetie. Is this yours? Ron asked, holding out the thong by one finger.

"Yeah," Mary replied, somewhat embarrassed. Wait. I shouldn't be embarrassed. It's my underwear. "I meant to wash it. Where did you find it?"

"Downstairs by the washer. It must have fallen out from before." Ron tried to justify finding the thong, but was not succeeding very well. 

Mary suddenly realized that she must have dropped it a few minutes ago. "Dad, I dropped it earlier. Sorry, but I didn't want to disturb you if you were napping or, or whatever," she stammered, embarrassed with the memory of what she had seen. Grabbing the thong from his hand, she put it on the pile and breezed by him, going down the stairs to begin the wash.

Oh, god. I hope she didn't see me pulling my pud like a teenager! I can do it with her classmate, even fantasize about it, but she shouldn't see me like that! Further thinking about it was fruitless, so he picked up the phone book to order a pizza, not realizing that another border was crossed, and another little secret was being held for the right time. Hey, maybe Sarah's working and will deliver the pizza. That was some fantasy about her last time she delivered! God, how can I still be horny?

It was not Sarah that delivered the pizza. Ron and Mary ate it together and no mention was made of what she saw and what he suspected that she might have heard. They watched a little TV and retired to their separate bedrooms, knowing that tomorrow would be a full day. Mary was excited about the party and her friends. Ron was eager to see Helen again and get reacquainted with the parents of the other kids who would be there.

Sleeping in until mid-morning, Ron hustled to gather the drinks needed for the party. After loading them into the pickup, he changed clothes. Since the weather was warm and the party was casual, he dressed in shorts and polo shirt.

"Mary, you ready to go? We've got to pick up Helen and Jenny and the food now."

"OK, dad. Let's get it on!" Mary had agonized as to what to wear, finally deciding on her bright red cotton blouse over a pair of denim shorts. Not too tight, but tight enough, it accentuated her figure. She purposefully left the top buttons open, exposing her cleavage, again thinking of Paul's reaction when he saw her. Not too sexy or Dad will make me change. Mary had a sweatshirt rolled under her arm and a mysterious paper-wrapped package in her other hand.

Better not to ask, though Ron. They got in the truck and swung around the block to pick up Helen and Jenny. Ron was glad to see their smiles as he approached. Jenny's red hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing a short-sleeved top and tight fitting shorts. Helen looked classy in her casual outfit. Together they loaded the coolers of food. Mary and Jenny squeezed into the jump seats in the back of the cab. Helen joined Ron in the front. Ron noticed that Jenny had left her crutches at home. She probably won't need them anyway. God, Helen smells good! It was all he could do not to grab her and smother her with kisses. They chatted as the four of them drove the several miles out of town to the lake. After winding down the entrance road from the highway, they unloaded the food and drinks.

"OK, I'll set up the snacks if you will get the keg tapped," Helen volunteered.

"And we'll check out the pier," said Jenny. "Come on, Mary." The girls left to walk the path leading to the boathouse and pier.

Ron and Helen made themselves busy getting things ready. Before long, guests started arriving. Soon the house was full of noisy teenagers and adults, all having fun and celebrating the senior's high school graduation. The party began to wind down after a few hours. Some people had other places to go, and others excused themselves to go to other parties. As it began to get dark, just a few people were left at the party. Mary and Jenny's classmates Susan Johnson, Janey Coulter, and Julie Nelson, all good friends, had established their territory in the boathouse and on the beach next to the pier. Susan's older brother Bret, Bret's visiting cousins Wayne and Paul Davis, and two other senior boys – Ron Staub and Jim Holtz – joined the girls on the lakeshore. Ron had started the campfire, leaving strict instructions not to let it get out of hand. The ten kids arranged themselves around the fire, on the pier, and on the boathouse steps.

The adults were settling in the great room and on the chairs on the porch. In addition to Ron and Helen, there were Chris and Shelly (Janey's parents), Todd and Cindy (Julie's parents), Sarah Johnson (Brett and Susan's older sister) and her friend Roy. Since they were all friends, and the kids were having their own fun outside, the conversation was less inhibited than it might have otherwise been, especially with the beer and wine flowing freely.

On the giant couch, Shelly said to Cindy, "I'm glad that Janey and Julie are such good friends. They are so sure they'll stay friends forever, even going to State together, hoping to be roommates. It's like you and I were at their age!"

"That's right, except you stole my boyfriend and married him!" replied Cindy, jokingly. "I never even got to see if he was any good in bed. As soon as he met you he was swept away."

"Well, let me tell you, Chris is great. Always has been." Shelly leaned closer and whispered, "He does this thing with his tongue that just drives me wild!"

"Ooh, tell me more. It's been so long since Todd gave me good head, maybe he should take lessons!" Or maybe Chris can eat me out right now, thought Cindy naughtily. 

"Take lessons on what?" said Todd as he approached Cindy from the kitchen where the men were talking sports and the fine art of the forward pass.

"Shelly was just saying how she gets good head from Chris. I thought we might get some good sex education from them," replied Cindy. The wine had gone to her head, making her tongue looser and her normally reserved manner slightly less obvious. This was all right with Todd. He enjoyed a little sex talk as much as any guy. He still had fond memories of his dates with Shelly before he met Cindy. As I recall, she gave pretty good head herself, he thought.

"I'd pay to watch that!" exclaimed Todd.

"Me too!" giggled Cindy.

"Well, I'm hot enough if you can convince Chris to play," said Shelly with a wink. A few minutes later, Chris had joined them on the couch. Shelly had told him that she was bragging on him with Todd and Cindy. "Want to give a lesson on proper cunnilingus to Todd, honey?" 

"Anything for you, babe," replied Chris with a leer. "Maybe we can use one of Ron's bedrooms for a while." The four of them moved into one of the upstairs bedrooms, turning on the room's muted lighting. Shelly moved to the bed, as Todd and Cindy arranged chairs to best see the performance. Chris stripped off his shirt and said, "I think everyone should go topless!"

"I think if I'm getting naked, you all should be naked too!" said Shelly, as she began to strip. Cindy was hesitant at first, but was becoming aroused at the thought of seeing her friend and her husband actually going at it. However, with Todd's encouragement and help, she slipped off her shirt, exposing her full breasts to the others. Todd and Chris lost no time shedding their clothes. Cindy noted Chris's cock was already semi-erect. God, look at that thing! It's bigger than Todd's. Slipping out of her panties, she was the last to be fully naked. Todd held her close from behind as Chris joined Shelly on the bed.




The Good Neighbor Ch. 05



The object of this story is twofold. The first is to try to improve my writing in English and the second is to put my vivid imagination in print. Any help you, the reader, will be greatly appreciated.

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David left his wife, his house and the city he had lived in for most of his life. His reaction to Maggie's betrayal shook him to the core. She said he could pick up his things but he never did. There was nothing he wanted from his former life. He wanted a clean and complete break. He moved almost a thousand miles away and bought a new house and could hopefully start a new life.

His new house was in a new neighborhood. The development was just a couple of years old. This house met all his needs so it wasn't difficult to decide to buy it. The backyard had a swimming pool, but even more importantly, the yard was protected by high solid walls. No one could see when he swam laps or just relaxed in the adjacent Jacuzzi. His new house gave him the peace he needed to write. 

And write he did - he wrote everyday for hours. His work habits had one slightly adverse side effect and that was he seldom knew which day of the week it was or what time it was. Knowing these things wouldn't have changed his routine but it sometimes made the breaks awkward. One time pangs of hunger forced him to stop working and get something to eat. When he went to the kitchen he found that the cabinets were bare and the refrigerator harbored only two bowls hosting healthy cultures of mold and a piece of dried-out cheese that looked far from appetizing. The hunger pangs gave him no other choice but to go shopping. He grabbed his keys from an empty fruit bowl in the hall and went out the front door. He was surprised to see that it was dark but knew that the local grocery store was open 24-7. As he drove to the store he heard the time on the radio and was surprised to hear that it was two a.m.

The parking lot had a few cars in it but he could still park his relatively close to the entrance. He was soon browsing the aisle for food. As he turned into another row a blond woman caught his eye. Her hair was the most striking feature that caught his attention as it was both full and lush, extending well below her waist, but as he watched her bending over the frozen foods, her shapely ass caught his appraising eye. He couldn't see her face very well, as it was for the most part stuck in the freezer, but the rest of her was very appealing.

David had sworn off women and planned to continue to do so. They made life too complicated and that was something he didn't need at this point in his life. Never-the-less he was a man and men, even resolute men, looked occasionally. With a sigh at the thought of what might have been, he continued his shopping and went home. 

A few days later he was taking a package of books at the door from a courier when he spotted the same blond hair as in the supermarket. He still had no good view of the woman's face but he knew the hair was the same, and with further inspection he spotted the shapely ass he had admired a few nights earlier. He followed her and was surprised to see that she went up to and into the house next door. He knew none of his neighbors and the fact that she was apparently one of them took him by surprise. He went back in the house with a smile on his face and the thought of her long hair and firm ass in his mind. 

Over the next few days he finished another book and started working on a new idea. The world outside his door was no longer a distraction to his life and his creative juices flowed like never before. He stood up from his desk and stretched. A swim to clear his head and loosen his cramped muscles suddenly appealed to him. He pulled off his shirt as he headed for his bedroom. Halfway down the hall, the doorbell rang. He dropped his shirt on the floor and went to answer the door. 

As he was reaching for the doorknob the bell sounded again. He opened the door and his visitor was so startled that she took two steps backwards and almost tripped over her own retreating feet. David first noticed the long golden hair and then his eyes took in the rest of her. This inspection took less than two seconds but in his mind it seemed to happen in slow motion. His mind took in everything in the blink of an eye. The face that had always managed to elude him was a pleasant surprise. She had an angelic face with a cute nose and deep blue, intelligent eyes. This was proudly atop a long neck and well postured shoulders. Her breasts weren't overly large but stood out proudly and seemed to welcome the attention they obviously received. Her hips were flared enough to give her that woman shape that all men wanted to see and her legs were long and her ankles slim. He already knew that her derriere was poetry in motion. It was generally his experience that most women had at least one or more physical flaws but with this woman he could see not a one. Maybe her teeth are crooked, rotting or missing he thought. But the spontaneous and open smile that stretched her lips revealed beautifully straight white teeth; not a cavity or space to see.

She immediately regained her composure but looked like she had forgotten why she was there and was searching for words. "Excuse me for coming to your door unannounced but I live next door and I thought it was time to welcome you to the neighborhood." 

David was still recovering from the surprise of this unexpected visit and the bubbly good cheer her opening words conveyed. "Thank you... Would you care for cup of coffee? "Remembering that he was standing there without a shirt, he added, "I was just thinking of taking a swim but your visit provides me with a pleasant alternative."

"Well... Let me first introduce myself." She extended her hand and said, "Hi... I'm Demaris... Demaris Thompson." 

David accepted the offered hand and replied, "Pleased to meet you... I'm David Lawton and the invitation for coffee still stands."

"I'm happy to meet you but I have an appointment in town and really don't have time for coffee."

"Well if you have the time sometime; I have the coffee."

They both smiled as she returned home and David closed his door. He could still smell the fresh sweetness of her as he went down his hall and picked up his shirt. He didn't swim that day but returned to his desk with renewed inspiration.

A few weeks later David was again at the grocery store when he ran into Demaris. They both had full shopping carts and were heading for the cash registers. She looked preoccupied but was struck again by her beauty. "Hi neighbor; have you thought about our coffee date?"

She seemed not to have seen him and as she looked up at his face her eyes seemed to come slowly in focus. "Excuse me... I was a million miles away. What was it you asked?"

"I asked if you had forgotten our coffee date."

"Oh, no. If you would like, we could put our groceries in our cars and have a cup of coffee at the coffee shop next door."

"That sounds like a great idea!"

When they were comfortably seated with two steaming mugs of coffee, Demaris asked, "You seem to be home quite a bit - what do you do for a living, David? I can't imagine that you are unemployed."

"No, I'm not unemployed but I can understand how someone could get that impression. I'm actually a writer. I've written almost twenty novels so far."

She showed her surprise and the twinkle in her eye was both admiring and mischievous. "I am embarrassed that I didn't recognize you. What kind of novels do you write?"

"There's no reason that you should recognize me, so no reason for embarrassment. I write mainly historical novels. Some people don't like that genre so my books aren't as well sold as, say, an author like Stephen King."

"What have you written?" she asked as she took a sip of her coffee. Her eyes locked on his and seemed to be searching for a portal into his soul.

The intensity of her stare caused him to feel slightly flustered but he managed to gather his thoughts and answered her. "I've written books featuring Benjamin Franklin, J.P. Morgan, James Buchanan and I've just finished one about Jessie Benton."

"I've heard about the first ones but who was Jessie Benton?" 

"She is best remembered as the wife of John C Frémont. But she was quite a remarkable woman in her own right."

"It sounds fascinating... I guess I have some reading to do."

The meeting passed pleasantly and David offered to sign any of his books she decided to read. 

Demaris was 27 and married to Brian Thompson. They had just had their fifth anniversary and for Demaris it marked her fifth year in Purgatory. She thought she had found her love and soul mate when she met Brian. He was a year ahead of her at Auburn University and after a whirlwind romance; they made plans to marry after she graduated. She saw herself as the perfect bride embarking on a perfect union. 

Little did she know - and even less was she prepared - for what was soon to come. Shortly after the wedding, Brian decided that they needed to move away from the only place Demaris had ever lived. "We're now married and we need to find our own way. I don't want parents ands looking over our shoulders," he explained as he studied a map; searching for their future home. It didn't take Brian long to act. He had them whisked away from home and installed within six months of their nuptials. He slowly but steadily tightened an iron chain around Demaris. He worked as an architect in a successful firm. When she applied for a position at a management company, he told her that no wife of his was going to work outside the door of his house. Although it was true that Brian made more than enough money, his statement came as both a shock and surprise, as he had encouraged her to get her degree in business. She was sure his encouragement meant that he supported her desire to have a career. Now he wanted her to stay home and clean. 

Brian was never a tidy person. His dorm room looked like a tornado had just passed through it. She was surprised that he found clean clothes to wear in that battlefield he called a room. Once they moved he had a complete metamorphosis and became a sanitary stickler. When he came home from work he would check the house and closets to make sure she had cleaned to his standards. He would inevitably find fault, and when there was fault there was retribution. 

"Can't you do anything right? Look at the dust bunnies under our bed," he said on one particular day. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head under the bed to see the offensive bunnies. He pulled down her pants and underwear in one motion and slapped her extended ass. When she was allowed to come up again, she was facing his extended cock. He grabbed her hair again and face-fucked her until he ejaculated. As he walked to the bathroom he left a trail of clothes to mark his way. Demaris looked at the bright red hand print on her white ass and then pulled up her pants and started to pick up her husband's clothes.

Demaris spent her most of her time trying to please her husband. She cleaned, washed, ironed and dusted but he would always find something. When he wasn't inspecting her housekeeping he would constantly remind her that she was worthless for everything except as a sperm receptacle. After her first anniversary, thoughts of suicide were a regular visitor. At night she would lie awake listening to her husband snore and fart in his sleep. She would often get up and do the grocery shopping just to get a reprieve from him.

When she first saw David at the supermarket in the middle of the night she thought he might be a kindred spirit. She had recognized him as the man that had recently moved in next door. As she drove home she thought about him. She was still thinking about him as she sat in her car parked in the driveway. He came home slightly behind her and took his two bags of groceries into his house. She remained in her car long after he went inside as images of him invaded and flooded her thoughts.

She thought:

He meets her on the street and helps her carry her groceries inside. She offers him coffee and as they talk and laugh about everyday things their eyes and eventually hands carry on a completely different conversation. It starts as a touch and soon radiates throughout her body. She watches his lips move but doesn't really hear his words. As lips move and his tongue plays hide-and-seek with his teeth she knows that he wants her as much as she wants him. When she goes to refill his cup their faces come close together. Like a magnet is attracted to iron their lips find each other. His tongue tentatively explores her mouth sending shockwaves through her body. He mouth starts an overproduction of saliva but that isn't the only place juices are being overproduced. She feels her crotch moisten as their lips pulsate and move together. His hands run through her hair, not grabbing and controlling but gently and lovingly. Her hands aren't idle either. She runs her hands up his back and caresses his neck. She feels his strength and the hot pulsing blood that flows through his veins. His hands move to the base of her neck and lift her heavy hair from her neck. Cool air caresses her neck sending an electric current through all parts of her body. One part of her wants him to strip her bar and touch everything on and in her; including her soul. Another part wants him to slow down and stretch this feeling of unadulterated intimacy forever.

His hands finally desert her neck and travel downward. They follow her spine and pause halfway down her back. Here they move laterally and caress the bulge of her compressed breasts. They delicately dance over her sensitive body; sending more frantic messages to other parts of her being. Her moist crotch soon becomes uncomfortably drenched in her love juices. She can smell herself and that smell screams 'take me... I'm yours for now and forever.'

The hands under her armpits soon move to explore other yet uncharted territory. They again travel down the road of her spine and finally stop at each of her cheeks. With a sudden grasp he lifts her lightly from her feet. Her legs spread slightly as if to say, 'the path is open... I am open to you and only you.' She feels a droplet of love juice race down the inside of her left thigh, slowly stopping at her inner knee. There it seems to burn her skin as it dries in the cool air. The embrace is making her lightheaded as their breathing, heart rate and emotions are rising to new and unbelievable heights. 

With a mutual reluctance they eventually part. This temporary retreat is a necessity to free themselves from their imprisoning clothes. They begin by mutually attacking each other's buttons. She unbuttons his shirt with well trained precision. Her long slender fingers dance their way through their task but his thicker digits are trying to keep pace. Losing the race, he tears the last two buttons open in frustration. They both shed their shirts and he reaches around her to undo her bra. She lifts her arms above her head to make his job easier. She feels a near desperate need and desire to be free and expose herself to him. A split-second of doubt clouds her mind that he wouldn't enjoy her first hidden treasure as much as she wanted him to. Her eyes find his and observe them as he frees her from the constraining garment. She knows that they would tell her the truth and her mind is in turmoil as she so wants him to love everything she has to offer but is afraid that he would share Brian's low opinion of her worth.

She has nothing to fear. That first split-second show him that he likes what he sees. Her nipples are hazel brown, small and, at the moment, very hard. A low moan escapes his lips as his eyes dance over his new discovery of her first present to him. A second moan erupts as his mouth smothers her right nipple and she soon echoes his moan as she feels his tongue lightly flick over her quivering breast. She feels his mouth suck her like she knew a baby would do and closes her eyes to watch his actions in the privacy of her imagination. She follows and mentally encourages him along as his mouth, tongue and lips desert one mound, descending into the valley and, after a short reprieve, assault her left knoll. One part of her mind is screaming to continue and another is pleading to let this last forever. 

She feels his hands continue their downward journey and momentarily pause at the waistband of her pants. His thumbs probe inside and discovering the elasticity and slowly lift and pull her pants from her hips. When he gets them to her knees, she helps by working them the rest of the way with her legs. His hands move from her hips to her butt and he then runs one finger from the top of her crack down between her legs. Her sopping crotch signals him of her passion and he probes the edges. She wants it. She wants him. She wants to be invaded by his fingers. She wants to be taken by him completely. 

As his finger touches her swollen vaginal lips she groans with pleasure and shakes in anticipation. She hastily undoes his belt and pants, letting them drop around his feet. She moves closer to him and crushes her breasts against his chest. She is consumed with a desire to touch his entire being with hers. She wants to feel him with every pore of her body. He continues to test her moist sensitive vaginal lips and clitoris. His manipulations cause a new wave of juices to erupt from the deepest depths of her body that cascade down her inner thigh.

He kicks his shoes off and step out of his pants. Free of the restraining clothes, he picks her up in his arms and carries her down the hall. She indicates, with an indistinguishable grunt, the first bedroom. Even in her agitated state of passion the thought of consummating her heart's desire in the same bed she shares with Brian is unthinkable.

He gently lays her on the bed and gives her a quick but passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss he hastily removes his underwear and socks. As she watches him she thinks: 'That's it... That is how I want it...' That is how it should be; completely naked and exposed to each other. He rushes to the foot of the bed and removes her wet underpants. She curses herself that she hadn't foreseen this event and put on one of her few sexy strings; instead she has on just ordinary white cotton ones.

Her self-condemnation lasts but a few seconds as she feels her still flowing juices drip down her vaginal valley to her anus. He starts his travels again from the toes of her left upturned foot. Sucking each toe, beginning with the big one and working outward, he leaves the stamp of his cooling saliva as he moves on to the next. With his tongue he retraces the stream of her now drying juices; stopping occasionally to savor the taste of her passion. The trail leads him past her inner knee and she spreads them to aid his advance. Licks, butterfly-kisses, accompanied with small noises of appreciation and passion bring him to her hairy pubic triangle. With the desperation of desire he delves between her widely spread thighs.

His first contact with her wet swollen lips causes a lightning-like bolt down her legs and her toes to curl under in an involuntary cramp of desire. New bolts and sparks are sent to every part of her body as he continues his homage to her most sacred gift. With his nose nestled in her thatched triangle she can feel each intake and exhale of his breath. Hers soon matches his and she feels sure their heartbeats are also in perfect unison. 

He finally moves up face to face with her and invades her in one determined shove. She sucks in a deep breath and when he starts moving slowly in and out of her; she momentarily forgets to exhale. As she feels her passion build she also feels her consciousness slipping. As her vision goes black, her breathing resumes and he is still rhythmically pumping in and out of her pussy. Her passion reaches a summit as his seed floods her womb.




The Good Neighbor Ch. 05



Startled, with her daydream at an end, she realized that she had been sitting in her driveway for almost forty-five minutes. With a sigh of what could never be, she got out of her car. As she bent to retrieve the groceries she noticed that her panty-clad crotch was sopping wet.



The Good Neighbor Ch. 05



"Now, honey. Do the thing you do so well!" exclaimed Shelly as she spread her legs for Chris. "I'm wet and ready for you," she said. Shelly used one hand to spread the moisture over her pussy lips and the other to rub and pinch a nipple on one breast. Pulling on it, the nipple grew until it stuck out like a little cock. Chris was working on the other one with his lips and tongue until it mirrored its twin. Reluctantly leaving her tit, he slowly worked his way down, kissing and licking over her belly to the neatly trimmed bush of dark hair between her legs. As they assumed the 69 position, Shelly reached out to Chris's now-hard cock, idly stroking as she encouraged him to probe her with his tongue.

"That's it, honey. Ohh, that's nice. You know how to eat me so good!" One leg raised, she offered a spectacular view of her charms as Chris probed her pussy with his tongue. He slid in two fingers as he licked her clit, pressing all the right spots with practiced ease. Shelly was moaning and humping her hips off the bed, no longer aware of her surroundings. Head thrown back, she was rapidly approaching orgasm. "Yes! That's it. Oooh, do that. Don't stop. Push those fingers inside me. Now, now. I'm gonna cum on your face, honey. Ohhh, YESSS!" Shelly arched her back in the throes of orgasm as Chris continued to lap the juices and poke her pussy with his fingers. "Ohhh, God, Chris. That felt so good!" 

Chris looked up at her and smiled, his wet face a mess with her juices. "And that, my friend, is how a hot woman likes to be eaten!" Chris lay back, breathing heavily, as Shelly continued to stroke his fully engorged cock with her hand.

As they watched, Todd and Cindy were very aroused at the sight. Todd's cock was hard and pointed straight out. He had a hold of it and was slowly jacking himself. Cindy had one hand between her own legs, diddling as her moisture lubricated her finger.

"Come here, Todd. Give it a try," said Chris. Todd looked at Cindy and she nodded. Shelly slid to the end of the bed so her legs hung over to the floor. Todd got between her legs and moved his face to Shelly's wet pussy. He smelled her essence and began to lick her, probing two fingers into her as he had seen Chris do.

"That's it, Todd. Lick me hard. Make me cum again. Yes, that's good. Just like that!" Shelly was on the verge of cumming again. As Todd knelt to eat Shelly, Cindy slid underneath him, on her back between his legs, taking his hardness in her mouth. As she sucked, she used one hand on his cock and balls and continued to diddle herself with the other. Both of them were enjoying the feelings of pure sex. Chris moved to straddle Cindy, replacing her hand with his own. He could feel her hotness and was enthralled by her scent. Lowering his head as she parted her legs, he kissed and licked around her belly button and pressed downward toward her wide-open pussy lips.

"That's it, Chris. Give her a good licking. Todd is doing me so good. He's a good pussy licker. He's going to make me cum all over his face!" Shelly was bucking her hips again, encouraging Todd to lick harder and probe her deeper.

Locked in the four-person daisy chain, Todd relished eating Shelly while being sucked by Cindy, who was, in turn getting eaten by Chris's talented tongue. 

Soon, Shelly was cumming again. "Ohhh, YESSS! I'm cumming on your face!" Todd continued to lick as Shelly lubricated his lips and chin with the juices of another orgasm.

Cindy had taken a break from sucking Todd because she was approaching her own orgasm at the hand and tongue of Chris. As Todd looked at his wife's face, Chris had her cumming. "Ooooh, oooh, yeahhh! I'm cumming, too! Ooooh!" Chris lapped up her juices until she pushed him away, feeling satisfied but very tender at the moment.

"Now it's the men's turn!" Shelly pulled Todd up until he stood facing her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Taking his cock in one hand, she pulled him toward her until her mouth closed on it. Taking him in, she held him inside, using her tongue to lick around the head, while applying suction with her lips. Wow, she can take me deeper than Cindy can! That's a technique that I'll want her to do to me later! 

As Shelly worked Todd's cock, Chris slid up Cindy's body until his cock was at her chin. She lifted her head, easily taking him inside her mouth. How easily I opened myself to him! Cindy thought. How good his cock tastes! Thicker than Todd's. Salty with precum. I want to feel this cock inside me!

"Oh, Todd. I'm so ready to fuck," Cindy exclaimed. "I want Chris's cock inside my cunt, splitting me wide!" 

Todd looked down at his wife and the thick hard cock she was holding. Not mine! He was impressed with Chris's girth, but was rapidly loosing his control to Shelly's expert cocksucking. "Take her, Chris. She really wants you to do her, " said Todd.

"You'll love fucking Shelly too. She fucks as good as she sucks, which is pretty fucking good!" laughed Todd.

The four rearranged themselves on the bed. Cindy sprawled on her back next to her husband Todd. Chris positioned himself over Cindy, between her legs. Slowly he lowered his thick hard cock toward her waiting pussy. Entering her slowly to accommodate his thickness, he continued to push until he was fully encased inside her warm wet tunnel. He began the slow withdrawal and re-penetration, repeating it as she became acclimated to his girth.

Shelly had likewise put herself over Todd. She wasted no time in lowering herself onto his throbbing cock. Todd had received stimulation enough. He wanted badly to cum, but he was also enjoying the act of fucking Shelly while seeing Todd fuck Cindy next to him. He turned and kissed his wife just as Chris and Shelly did the same, while each continued fucking the other's spouse. All the oral stimulation was leading to the rapid onset of a mutual quadruple orgasm. Chris continued to pump into Cindy and she spread herself wide to receive him. Shelly was humping Todd's cock, raising her hips until they were almost separated, then slamming down again to fully engulf him into her vagina. It was more than Todd could take. "I'm gonna cum!" Todd said, eyes wide at the tits bouncing above him.

"Give it to me! Cum in my hot pussy!" Shelly was ready to cum for the third time. Todd felt the pressure come from deep within. As he pushed up against Shelly to get as deep as possible, he felt the first spurt of his come shoot out deep within her, flowed by several more thick jets that coated her vagina and began to leak out as she lifted and pushed down one last time. He felt her own orgasmic contractions around his shaft, as she used her interior muscles to squeeze out the last of his cum.

Chris, who was primed for release too, saw Cindy in the midst of a powerful orgasm, a result of his thick cock's stretching and rubbing her G-spot. Cindy moaned with delight. "Oh my god! It's filling me up! I'm cumming! Ooooh!" Then she said, "Take it out Chris. I want you to cum on my tits. I want to see it cum on me!"

Chris pumped for a few more strokes and then pulled out. Kneeling between Cindy's legs and holding his cock with one hand, he pumped a few strokes until the first spurt of his milky white love juice shot out in a thick rope, hitting Cindy in the chin. She opened her mouth, hoping to receive his spunk as he continued to shoot. She was not disappointed as he aimed his jets at her face, ejaculating several more globs of thick cum into her mouth and onto her tits. He rubbed his cock on her nipples, spreading cum over her tits, as his orgasm slowly faded. Cindy licked her lips and used her fingers to draw in more of the cum that had splattered her lips and chin.

Impulsively, Shelly leaned down to lick Cindy's nipples, giving each one a kiss and a suck as she cleaned off her husband's cum.

"Wow! That was great!" Todd said. "I love you, honey," he said to Cindy as he turned to kiss her again.

"And I love you, too," replied Cindy. "I think we'll need to practice more to make sure we're getting it right!"

"I couldn't agree more!" Chris piped in, winking at Shelly. "What say we switch partners and go again?"

"Looks like Todd's still up for it!" said Shelly as she slid off his still-hard rod, into her husband's arms.

*****

As the sex play continued in the bedroom, Ron, Helen, Sarah and Roy were in a corner of the great room. Ron played with the fire to get the logs going, still going on with Roy about how the Pittsburgh Steelers should have won the Super Bowl. Sarah and Helen had finished cleaning up from the guests and joined them by the fireplace. Kicking off her shoes, Helen sat on the floor by the overstuffed chair, rubbing her feet. It didn't take Ron long in offering to give her a foot rub, which she accepted with a smile.

Sarah lay on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. Roy began to rub her back as the fire crackled and sparked. "I guess the other four are playing a game in the upstairs bedroom," said Roy as he kneaded Sarah's shoulders.

"Yeah. I think I'm jealous," said Sarah. "Except I've got the two hunkiest men at the party still in my sights." Their history of suggestive remarks between them unknown to the others, Ron and Sarah exchanged glances and smiles.

"Two men might be too much for you, Sarah," quipped Ron.

"Ahh," replied Sarah. "A rubdown in front of the fire is a sure way to my heart."

"Oh, yeah," said Helen. "I know what you mean. My feet ache, but Ron, your massage is making me forget everything!"

"I looked outside," said Ron. "I could see a fire still going down at the beach, so the kids are fine. It's still early. We can probably massage each other for a couple of hours before we hear from them."

"Hmm, sounds good," Helen sighed. Ron continued to rub Helen's feet as she purred in delight. 

Roy was getting more friendly with Sarah as his hands roamed from her back to her hips, under her sweater, up her ribs, to the side of her breasts.

"No fair tickling," said Sarah. She slid up her sweater, revealing her bare back, as Roy continued to keep his hands moving over her body. 

Ron remembered his fantasy about Sarah, recently on his mind from when she had delivered a pizza to his house. In the half-light of the fire, he could see the outline of her upper body, wishing a little that it were his hands rubbing Sarah's back. She's a little young for me. Still, Jenny's even younger, and though I didn't really fuck her, she's an enthusiastic lover with other parts of her body. And Helen! With her willing participation, I've had my balls drained repeatedly by mother and daughter! That brought him back to what he had in hand, namely the end of Helen's shapely leg. Without a thought to what the others would think, he got up, bent over, and swept Helen up in his arms. Heading toward the master bedroom. For what he had in mind, he wanted privacy. He entered the bedroom with Helen in his arms. Leaving Sarah and Roy by the fire, he closed the door behind him and set Helen on the bed. Without a word, he leaned to kiss her.

"I told you I had something I wanted to give you," he whispered.

"And I said I knew what it was," Helen replied. "At least I hope I knew."

"You think you know me pretty well already, don't you?"

"I know what I like, and you I like," she said. "I want to make love to you, Ron. Right now, and I don't care who knows."

Ron kissed her again. As they embraced on the bed, they tried to open each other's clothes, without much success. Breaking apart just long enough to rapidly strip, they resumed their embrace, now totally naked. In the dim light from the crack under the door and the moonlight outside, they coupled like lost lovers, hungry for each other after a long separation. Within a minute, they were making love. With very little foreplay, Helen spread herself to Ron. Familiar with the needs of each other, each selfishly wanting satisfaction, they made hard love, seeking to satisfy and be satisfied as rapidly as possible. Starting in the missionary position, Ron's hard cock pounded Helen's willing pussy until he was nearly out of breath. Helen pushed him over to his back and climbed aboard his pole, easily sliding it back inside her hot wet hole. She liked this position, having more control over the act. Relishing her power over him, she rode him with increasing vigor until she exploded in an orgasm that was powerful enough to make him feel it too. 

Ron was on the edge too, but he rolled her off and positioned himself behind her. Pushing her head down and raising her hips up, he plunged his cock into her doggy-style. Wanting to cum, he did not hold back. The bed squeaked, but neither of them cared, each wanting the other to achieve total satisfaction. Pushing in as far as he could go, with his hands on her hips, he fucked hard, in and out until he felt the beginnings of the point of no return. "Ahhh. I'm gonna cum!" 

"Give it to me, Ron. Shoot your cum inside! Ahhh, I feel it cumming in me, filling me up!" Indeed, he was pumping a heavy hot load directly into her from behind. Spurt after spurt shot from the depths of his balls out the top of his cock, deep within Helen's hot wet hole. Oh, man. What a feeling. Like I haven't cum for a month! Ahhh! As the orgasm subsided, he slumped over her back, kissing her between her shoulder blades, slowly withdrawing as his cock deflated. With a small pop, his cock fell out of her hole, and they fell side by side on the bed, both breathing heavily.

"Oh, wow. That was something else!" Ron panted.

"I hope you're not too exhausted," said Helen. "I plan to ravish you again tonight!" That brought a grin to his face, which was only slightly lessened as Helen kissed him.

*****

Things had heated up next to the fire, as well. Sarah had rolled over to her back, giving Roy full access to her freckled breasts. As he kissed each one in turn, she fumbled for his zipper, drawing it down. He helped her open his pants, freeing his long and slightly curved cock from its confinement. Sarah pushed Roy to his back, stood quickly to take off the rest of her clothes. He kicked off his pants entirely, leaving them both totally naked on the rug in front of the warm fire.

Sarah lay on her belly between his legs, cradling his cock and balls. Her hot breath inches from his raging hard-on. She blew little puffs of breath on his cock, and then kissed the tip, seeing it jerk as she played with the sensitive area. She licked his cock from balls to tip, leaving a heavy trail of saliva. I never get tired of this sweet long dick! He was so nice to me yesterday; I'm going to give him a treat today! Sliding up slightly she kissed his belly and teased his nipples with her teeth. Dragging her breasts over his erection, she guided it into the cleavage between them. As she held herself up with her hands, she rocked back and forth over his long cock. Roy held her tits together, increasing the friction on his dick. Lubricated by his own pre-cum and Sarah's saliva, it was slick and hot. Sarah moved up and down while Roy rocked his hips, tit-fucking her.

"That's so good, baby." Roy was feeling the need to release. "I'm gonna cum inside those beautiful tits and juice you up good."

"Do it, Roy. I'm going to make you cum on my tits," said Sarah as she continued to press her chest on his rock hard cock.

"OK. Here it comes!" Roy grunted and stiffened, but Sarah continued to channel his cock between her tits, slowing as he directed her with his hands.

Then he was cumming. Hard. He shot the first squirt so hard it roped out between her tits to land on his own chest. "Yeeeesss!" he cried. The second and third gobs blasted out, pumped between her tits, as he held them together around his throbbing cock. Sarah moved slowly, knowing it was his most sensitive time, as she spread the cum over the surface of her chest. She used his cock to paint her nipples with cum. His load dripped from her chest in sticky strands back over his cock and balls.

"Now I get to clean you up," Sarah said as she lowered her mouth to his cock. Licking it like a lollypop, she cleaned him with her tongue. From balls to nipples, she licked and swallowed his semen with eagerness.

"Now you have to clean me," she said. She rolled and he followed her over. The scent of his spunk on her tits was powerful this close to his nose. With tentative licks at first, he discovered it was not all that bad. It's my own stuff, anyway. Using long strokes, he lapped her tits, one by one, cleaning his semen from her body, paying special attention to her large areolas and nipples. As he did, Sarah was busy with her hand on her clit, masturbating herself. Before he was finished she had brought herself to a satisfying orgasm. They lay together by the fire in the peace of post-orgasmic bliss.

*****

In the meantime, outside, Janey was already kissing Bret at the end of the pier.

"Hey, get a room you two!" Mary shouted to them. The others looked and giggled.

"We shouldn't look," said Paul, who sat close to Mary. "It might get nasty between those two."

"Ah, you remember the drive-in!" Mary quickly summarized to the others what Janey had done with Bret that night, but leaving out what she and Paul had done in the car at the same time. Never mind what Julie and Wayne did! Mary thought. "Besides, if you don't want to look, why don't you put on a blindfold?"

"You think I won't?" said Paul.

"If you do, I know a game we can play," suggested Julie.

"What kind of game?" Rob asked. Both Rob and Jim were letterman football players. Not too bright, but very good athletes.

"Let's call it "Who's who". All the guys will wear blindfolds. They'll have to guess which girl is which without any words being spoken." Julie and Janey had talked about this game with Mary before. "It's kind of a senior tradition," Julie said.

Bret and Janey came back to the group. Everyone agreed to the rules. The guys could be touched but were not allowed to touch or they were out. The girls were not allowed to speak. "Then how will we know who's who?" asked Jim. 

"If you've been paying attention, it shouldn't be too hard," said Susan, now getting into the game.

It's already hard, Bret thought. How can I get Janey alone?

Getting blindfolds from the mysterious package she had brought from home, Mary passed out one to each guy. With the help of Jenny and the other girls, the guys were securely blindfolded and seated on blankets in the sand, all in a row. They squirmed a little, each felling a little vulnerable, but not willing to admit it in front of their friends. At least we are ALL blindfolded, reasoned Paul. I think I could pick Mary out of this group if I could feel her tits. She's got the biggest set of them all!

"OK," said Mary. "One of us will go first. She will go down the line, giving each guy a chance. The winner is the one who guesses right first. Remember guys, keep your hands down!"

Secretly, the girls picked Susan to go first. She went behind the guys to the first one in the row, Bret. Leaning over, she breathed heavily on his neck and gave him a little kiss below his ear.

"Oooh," said Bret.

"Shush. Don't say anything yet," said Mary from afar. "Ooops. I guess you know it's not me now."

Susan moved down the row, giving Wayne, Paul, Rob and Jim the same breathy kiss on the neck. The guys seemed to sit up straighter, hoping for more like that. None of them seemed to have a clue as to which girl had kissed them.

"Now the next girl will go," said Mary.

"What about our guesses?" Rob asked.

"After we've all gone, you can guess," replied Mary. Each of us will do the same thing to each of you so you can guess by the action."

Jenny was next. She started with Jim and went up the row to Bret. She gave each guy a kiss, holding their cheeks with her hands. It was all they could do to sit still. Rob tried to raise his hands in response.




The Good Neighbor Ch. 05



"NO HANDS!" chorused the girls. Rob dropped his hands. None of the others tried to raise them, lest they be out of the game.

Janey went next. She bared her breasts and pressed them to each guy's face, rubbing her nipples across their mouths while holding their heads. All of the guys moaned with pleasure at the face wash. If she spent a little more time with Bret, it was more than a coincidence.

Julie decided to French kiss each guy as she had both hands on the inside of their thighs. She might have accidentally brushed their package on more than one occasion, especially, Wayne's. The guys were beginning to love this game, as each girl seemed to be a little more forward in her touching. Bret, Wayne and Paul had erections that they tried to hide by shifting positions. It was obvious to the girls what the guys were trying to hide.

At last it was Mary's turn. By silent signals, she had arranged for each of the other girls to approach a guy at the same time. They would not know they were getting simultaneous treatment. Mary approached Paul. Julie paired with Wayne. Janey got in front of Bret, of course. That left Jenny and Susan to sneak in front of Rob and Jim, respectively. On the silent signal from Mary, each girl did something new to the guy they paired with. Mary boldly touched Paul's erection through his pants. Still huge, she thought. Long enough to almost peek out the top of his shorts. I could touch the tip. Yes, I will! She reached inside the top of his stretch waistband to finger the tip of his penis.

Oh, man, thought Paul. I'm glad the guys can see me. Is she doing this to everybody? But can't the other girls see what's going on? Mary was fondling Paul longer than she would have if she had to move down the line, but he didn't mind. "I want to touch you, too," he whispered to his fondler.

"Wait," Mary whispered back.

Seeing Mary being bold with Paul, the other girls likewise took advantage of their blindfolded partners. Each knew they were anonymous, so they could not be blamed later. Janey was French kissing Bret, and Julie was groping Wayne. 

Susan was glad to have Jim Holtz helpless in front of him. She had always wanted to go out with him, and was glad he was at this party. Susan held Jim's chin with one hand, kissing him lightly on the lips and cheeks. Her other hand cupped his package, which was now thoroughly aroused and threatening to bust forth from his shorts. She opened his pants and bent to kiss the tip of his fully erect cock. Wasting no time, she took it inside her mouth and, with gentle sucking and tongue action, she tried to give him the best blowjob that she could. 

Jenny was more reluctant than the others at first. Her recent sexual awakening with Ron (and her Mom!) made her uncharacteristically hungry for sex, but somewhat cautious. Ron's so nice. I wonder if Rob is also nice? I'm still a virgin, though. She leaned into Rob, pressing her chest to his, kissing his mouth and feeling him kiss back. She wanted to feel him and did so with her hand, just as each of the other girls was doing to their partner. He'll never know it was I, she thought. Surprised at what she felt, she looked down at what her hand covered, feeling the thickness of his erection through his pants. Rob moaned and pushed his cock against her hand. Jenny used her other hand to probe his package, cupping his ball sack and tracing her fingers up the shaft.

"Oh, god. That feels good," Rob whispered. "Keep going." 

Seeing the other girls were still occupied feeling up their guys, Jenny whispered back, "OK, but be quiet." Slowly she opened his zipper. No longer able to control his hands, he helped her open his fly. Out popped his cock, fully engorged. Not as large as she expected from a football player, still it was a good-looking cock. She began to stroke it. "Oh, yes," he sighed. "Do it. I don't care who you are. Just get me off!"

By this time, all of the guys were in a state of extreme arousal. Most were getting their cocks stroked by one of the girls. The "no hands" rule broke down; Wayne, Bret, and Paul were actively feeling the breasts of their partners. Soon, Jim was the only one with a blindfold still in place. Susan removed it as she gently pushed him backwards. She was the first to begin sucking cock, but not the last. All pretense of identifying the mystery girl was dropped, as each couple was busy groping, stroking, petting, and now sucking each other. The guys were turned on so much, that they did not mind being in each other's company getting sexual favors in a group.

Paul's thick long cock got more than a couple of second looks from the girls and jealous looks from the guys, as Mary held it lovingly with both hands. Let's get this party REALLY rolling, she thought. Quickly, she shed her shirt and shorts and mounted Paul as he lay on his back. Pushing slowly down, she began to encase his monster cock within herself. As she did in the car at the drive-in, she used him to satisfy herself. With a rapid up and down motion, she rode him with ease. Well lubricated from anticipation, she slid over his engorged member in slow strokes, maximizing the pressure on her g-spot. Paul, in turn, was enjoying the view of Mary's tits, as they bounced by her action above him. He held her hips as she bucked over his groin. He thrust up to meet her, and then relaxed as she rose up to partially withdraw until only the tip remained inside. She pushed down again until they were groin to groin, the wetness squeezed out as their skins rubbed together.

As Mary was riding Paul, so was Julie on top of Wayne. He was actively pumping his cock into her eager hole. Mary and Julie exchanged smiles, giving each other a high-five as they synchronized their motions to each other briefly.

By Susan's hand and mouth action, Jim was the first to cum. With a big grunt and an "Ahhhhh!" he let loose a stream of jism into her mouth. She swallowed his load and continued to suck him and pump his cock until he stopped the spasms. She slid up next to him and they lay together. His hand pushed inside her shorts and quickly found her moist slit. Rubbing one finger over the opening, he pushed until two, then three fingers were working into the depths of her vaginal opening. Susan quickly shed her shorts and encouraged his finger fucking with moans, kisses, and whispers. "Oh, yeah. Stick those fingers in me. Push them in. Wiggle them…ohh…like that. Ohhh, yes. Don't stop."

Bret was on top of Julie, pumping away. On his hands and knees, his bare ass was rising and falling like a machine, the muscles in his back glistening with the effort. Julie let out a little squeal as her first orgasm overcame her in the midst of his thrusting. Slowing for just a moment, Bret renewed fucking her with abandon, now eager for his own release. With just a few more pushes, he felt the point of no return when nothing could stop his finish. Thrusting deep inside her, he let loose with a series of grunts of his own, each timed to match the spurts of cum he shot deep within Julie's womb. He collapsed on her; together they rolled to the side. He held himself within her as long as he could, eventually his shrinking organ withdrew, allowing the cum to drip slowly from her pussy.

Jenny's hand job on Rob had him on the brink of a big release. His hands guided hers over his cock, setting the rhythm toward the end, to maximize his pleasure. Her face was still close to his cock, her curiosity about his impending cumming strong. She wanted to see his spurt, but was unprepared when the first white jet, squirted out. With a guttural "Uggh", Rob came hard. It hit her squarely between her eyes, and slowly rolled down her nose to her lips. Before she could lick it away, a second and third ejaculation splattered her cheeks and lips. Opening her mouth, she captured his cock, sucking it inside as Rob continued to spasm, jerking his cock to squeeze out each glob of cum. Jenny swallowed his deposit. Their eyes met as she continued to hold him with her lips, lightly licking his red knob with her tongue. Rob had a big grin, and Jenny was smiling with her eyes. She released him and said "Did you like that?"

"You know I did," replied Rob.

"Will you do me like that now?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Rob as he looked around to see everyone else still busily engaged with their partners. Jenny repositioned herself after sliding her shorts off. As she spread her legs, Rob put his head between her thighs and began to gently kiss her pussy. He looked up at her and said, "Tell me what to do." She did, and he followed her instructions until she was squirming and humping.

"Oh, yes. You're a good pussy licker. I love to have my pussy licked. You're going to make me cum. Don't stop. Just like that. Now put one of your fingers inside and wiggle. Oh, yeah, like that." Jenny continued to instruct Rob. Who am I to be giving lovemaking lessons? I just learned myself. But I know what feels good, and this DEFINITELY feels GOOD! As rapidly as his orgasm came on him, Rob's tongue had brought Jenny to the edge and over. "Oooh, ahhh! I'm cumming! OOOOH!" Rob could feel the intensity of her contractions, as he continued to lap her pussy of the juices. Not bad, he thought. Tastes kind of good. It sure makes her feel good. I could get into this!

Mary's action on Paul resulted in their strong simultaneous orgasm. As she dropped on his chest, sighing with contentment, the last of his eruptions weakly pumped into her. God, what a cock! It's so huge, but I can't get enough! Soon, with the inevitable shrinkage, he could feel himself slowly falling out. Their combined juices leaked from her pussy to coat his groin and balls.

Julie and Wayne were still going at it. She had achieved several orgasms and was feeling weak, as she slowed herself from the on-top riding. Knowing Wayne had not yet cum, she swung off of him and curled by his side. She jacked his wet cock with two hands as it pointed straight up. Several others were watching Julie's actions. "Oh, Julie! Here it comes! I'm cumming uhh, NOW!" Paul's first spurt rose above his cock in a long white milky rope, arching in slow motion, peaking at last to fall back on his belly. Before the first glob landed, the second and third were launched in similar trajectories. The next few were weaker, but just as visible to those observing the action in the firelight.

Spontaneous applause broke out. "Great cum, you stud," said Julie.

"It's about time, dickhead," said Paul. "Now it's the guy's turn to do the ladies."

"OK, but let's not waste time with the blindfolds. Just get to licking!" said Mary. Seeing Susan and Jenny already getting theirs, Mary, Janey and Julie spread themselves quickly, instructing the guys on the fine art of pussy licking. The guys learned fast and the girls were soon moaning with delight. All that got the guys aroused again. Soon the five couples were fucking or sucking each other again, each person reveling in the sounds of multiple orgasms going on around them.

All in all, not a bad party, thought Mary. I wonder if college will be this fun?

The end.

If you liked this story, please give me feedback. It made me hot writing it. Hopefully it made you hot too. With your encouragement, I might write more, ‘cause I've got other ideas. What do you think? Jen



The Good Neighbor Ch. 06



Demaris had been working all day to clean their house to her husband's standards. She took a hot bath to soothe all the aching muscles in her body. She had her hair pinned up to keep it from getting wet. Brian said he loved her hair. When she once asked if he thought she should cut it he responded directly with his answer. "If you cut it, I'll kill you." He didn't say it in a bantering way but cold and hard. She knew that he meant it and it scared her to the bone. "You are mine," he said matter-of-factly. "Your body is mine, your soul is mine and your hair is mine and what is mine I keep." He said he loved her hair but he never wanted to see it wet. This meant simply that she had to wash her hair when he went to work in the morning and let it dry throughout the day. Thick hair takes long to dry; long, thick hair takes very, very long to dry. That is why she took pains to keep it dry.

The water was hot. A distinctive line across her armpits separated her body in two. The line above the water was a milky white and everything under was a bright red. The heat was no longer uncomfortable but soothing. The tired muscles were fading and her mind was in the world of the book she was reading. The day before she had bought one of the books her neighbor had written. The book was titled Beyond the Horizon and was about Jessie Benton. Her husband was a famous explorer but the book was more about her undying love and support for him. David had done a great job in depicting American frontier life in the middle of the 19th Century. She could identify with Jessie Benton even if she didn't always agree. She thought David had done a great job in relaying Jessie from a feminine standpoint. She never thought a man could do that; maybe he was gay. The short biography in the back said that he was married but didn't mention any children.

She was halfway through the book when she heard the front door close. Brian was home. When they were first married she longed for the sound of that door; but something had changed. Why? What had she done? What had she not done? These questions had haunted her for years and she was still in the dark. What she did know was that she hated her life; she hated herself and she hated him. Every day when she heard that door, her blood ran cold and it took all of her mental strength to go on. She didn't know how long she could continue. With a sigh of defeat she put the book next to the bath and prepared to get out.

Brian did his usual search but couldn't come up with any cleaning transgressions. His inspection also didn't find his wife. He needed to pee and went to the bathroom. When he opened the door he knew where his missing spouse was. Even before he saw her reclining in the bath, he was assaulted by warm, wet steam and the sweet smell of bath oil. He entered and left the door open to help dissipate the warmth and steam.

"There you are," he said as he pulled his zipper down and stepped up to the toilet. "I thought you were hiding from me." He looked at his wife and a feeling of revulsion passed over him. He was no better at explaining the situation than his wife. When they had married he felt that he had made the right choice; but things changed when they moved and started a new life. He felt that she wanted to change him and he didn't want to be changed. If he had it to do over again he would have left her at the altar and been a better man for it. She was okay in bed but the thought of only having sex with her was repulsive. Life had so much to offer and he was determined to have it all. Demaris was an anchor around his neck; keeping him from rising to his manifest destiny. He should have stayed with Kimberly, the new gopher at work. She was hot and he could walk away at any time. She was just one of the many he had and he had vowed to never stop.

Brian looked down at his wife in the tub and didn't like what he saw. His eye caught the book lying on the floor. "What is this?"

Demaris saw Brian looking at her book and answered, "It's just a book." She tried to keep her voice neutral so he wouldn't think she was particularly attached to it.

"You amaze me! How can you find time to read books? Your job as my cleaner is fulltime." With these last words he swiveled his hips and redirected his urine on the offending book.

Demaris jerked when she saw what he was doing. Her reaction was also seen by him so he again redirected his amber piss and caught her between her half-submerged breasts. She tried to avoid the offensive attack and fortunately his bladder was her ally. As the yellow stream slowed its path withdrew over the edge of the bathtub and onto the floor. Demaris pushed water over her upper body to clean off his piss.

"Get your ass out of that water and get it into the bedroom!"

This was nothing new to Demaris and she knew that she could never comply fast enough to satisfy him but going too slowly could make the consequences much direr. She stood up and stepped out of the tub; she was dripping water but didn't dare slow down or stop to get a towel or dry. As she passed him he slapped her on her right butt cheek. The blow rang out in the quiet house like a gun shot. He followed close behind her and continued to slap her exposed derrière. 

Each blow was more painful than the last. Her unprotected butt was being brutalized and she was helpless to protect it. She ran to the bedroom as fast as she could. When she landed on the bed she felt his hands grab her thighs and viciously spread them apart. His hands slapped at her inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees even further apart. She felt his fingers violate her vagina. The juices that she had always had no trouble in producing had deserted her. His forceful manipulations left it dry and the assault was both painful and degrading. At that moment she had an epiphany. This was not love. She did not love Brian and probably never did. Brian didn't love her and never did. What they had been doing for the last few years wasn't love. They had never really made love and what he was doing now was rape; pure and simple. Love isn't hurting someone. Love isn't degrading someone. Love isn't forcing or scaring someone. Love isn't fearing someone and love certainly isn't dreading their appearance and hating the sight of them. What they had was something completely contradictory and had to end. As she felt him enter her dry vagina and violently dry fucked her, she only registered it with a small portion of her mind. The rest of her psyche was focused on escape. Escape from Brian and an escape from her loveless life.

Brian was mad. He didn't know why he was angry but thought it had to do with the frustrations that had been plaguing his life for the last years. He cursed himself every morning; he cursed himself every afternoon and evening. And he cursed Demaris. She was the cause of his pain and she should share it like any good wife. As he pumped his penis in her dry hole he felt cheated. She couldn't even produce natural fluids to make their lovemaking pleasurable. He felt himself cumming and didn't attempt to hold it in. He wanted to finish and leave her to her book. He wanted to leave her and find someone who could give him what he wanted and needed. With his sperm boiling up through his shaft, he repeatedly and viciously slapped her upturned butt, ignoring the screams and sobs of his wife.

Brian filled her womb and then deserted her. She heard him cursing as he picked up his keys and stormed out of the house. Demaris remained on the bed and continued to cry. Her battered body and bottom assumed a fetal position and waited for the pain to abate. Her sobs soon silenced and the burning sensation on her butt slowly subsided. As her mind acknowledged these changes it went further and took a realistic look at her options. She knew that she couldn't go home and expect support. Her parents saw Brian as the son they were denied and never stopped saying how fortunate she was to have him. She could imagine their reaction if she tried to explain how her life was with him. "I'm sure you are exaggerating. Brian is such a sweet boy; and successful too. You should thank your lucky stars that he married you; we do." And on and on, she could see that they would think it was all her fault... Maybe it was, a voice whispered in her head. Maybe she deserved what she got. Maybe she was worthless; God knows he had told her that enough. As these thoughts started to sink her spirits even further an inner alarm went off in her head, pulling her out of her downward spiral. 

I've got to leave! I've got to leave and never see him again! These thoughts brought her above the waterline and she was no longer drowning in her sea of sorrows. When? How? Where? These three questions came to the forefront of her thoughts and she pondered her options. The first was easy to answer. When? Now! She suddenly felt a frantic urge to just get up and run. As her body stirred she realized she had to do some things before she left. For one: the image of her running out into the street played out vividly in her mind. What was wrong with that image? She examined it with a feeling of pent-up frustration. One of those feelings you get when a word is on the tip of your tongue but you just can't quite swallow it and then spit it out. It was like one of those pictures you see that just don't look right; the defect is there, hidden in plain sight. Then it dawned on her and she gave an audible gasp of shame and embarrassment and shame. She was still naked! The embarrassment came from the fact that it took so long to see and the shame came from the fact that in her present state everyone would see what Brian had done to her.

Her thoughts were slowly forming into a plan. If the plan was sensible or even plausible she didn't know and the ever-present frenzied state she didn't dare explore that branch of thought. She first had to dress and then leave. How? She had a car in the driveway but where would she go? She had no friends, no job and no prospects. Suddenly she experienced another epiphany. 

She got out of bed and walked naked to stand before the full-length mirror on the closet door. She looked at herself and tried to evaluate what she saw. She saw a woman of medium height, long naturally blond hair, with breasts that were pleasing without being presumptuous. She turned and examined her body in profile and her attention was instantly directed to her nose. She had always thought her nose was her worst feature. It wasn't too long, it wasn't too short or wide; that was probably the problem, her nose was completely unremarkable. Forcing her attention downward she saw that she had an attractive long straight neck and her stomach was flat and firm; without an overly muscular tone. Finally she examined her blond pubic patch. She had always found this her most attractive feature. When she started puberty, she watched with fascination as her pubic hairs grew and began to spread. She would secretly call it her Venus garden and it remained her most loved and valued feature.

She had read in different women's magazines that the trend today was to shave their pubic hair. Why would they do such a thing? Why would a man want to have a woman that looked like a child? In her opinion the act was similar to neutering a man. She couldn't imagine her ever doing that as she couldn't imagine that any man would want it that way. She saw it as the preeminent sign of womanhood. As strange as it seemed she saw her pubic region as a definition of the real her. Women may change their hair color on a whim or to hide the telltale signs of age but they wouldn't dye there and that would always be her heritage; her true essence. 

Demaris opened her closet and surveyed her clothes. She saw an array of garments that hadn't been really changed since her marriage. Most of her clothes were quality but very conservative. Nothing really jumped out and said 'notice me.' With a sigh she scooped everything off of the rod and dumped them on the bed. She went to the hall closet and fished out two large, wheeled suitcases. She carried them back to the bedroom and opened them up. She dumped the contents of her drawers into the suitcases and topped them off with her makeup. Both of them were already full and she plainly saw that the clothes on the bed would never fit. With a groan she fished out a pair of panties and stepped into them. Then she found a bra and started to dress. She knew that her undergarments didn't match but she thought it would be a long time before anyone would ever see her undressed. When she was dressed she took the suitcases out to her car. She gathered her bed-full of hanging garments and added them on top of the suitcases. With a bit of straightening she finally managed to close the trunk. She returned to the house and grabbed her purse. Checking her finances, she knew that she would have to make a visit to the ATM if she wanted to leave the city. She dug her keys out and removed the house key. She was going to leave and had no need or desire to keep anything that came from her life with Brian. With one final glance around the room she walked out, closing the door behind her.

Demaris didn't know how much money was in the bank. Brian made the money and paid the bills. He would give her a weekly allowance to do the shopping and she had to fight to get her own bank card to their account. She drove to the mall and parked by the ATM. She had to wait for two people to complete their transactions before she could step up to the next hurdle in her escape plan. She hadn't used the card much and had to look at her pin-number that she had hidden in her wallet. She wasn't sure how much she was allowed to withdraw at one time so started with a round $1000. Insufficient funds! Then she typed in $750; Insufficient funds! With a groan of frustration she tried $500 and received the same message. Tears of annoyance, aggravation, disappointment and defeat she typed in $300. Finally! The ATM kicked into life and she removed her card and money. 

Back in her car she thought over her options and soon came to the conclusion that leaving the city would cost much more than she had. This meant that she would have to find a place here. As she sat in deep thought, huge, salty tears were slowly running down her cheeks. When she couldn't see any suitable options, her mind suddenly went to David. At first thought she dismissed it as ridiculous and dismissed it as ludicrous but his face continued to invade her thoughts. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. As she felt her pulse settle her mind became clearer. She finally had a plan. The plan was far from perfect but at this stage she would have grabbed at anything. 

With a few more deep breaths she started her car and drove from the mall. On one of the side streets in the neighborhood she parked and locked her car. She was almost two miles from home but was determined to walk it. When she approached her street, fear and apprehension filled her but didn't wave her determination. She could see that their driveway was still empty so she picked up her pace. She walked directly to David's door and rang the bell. It seemed to take forever until he answered and she constantly darted her eyes from side to side. When the door opened she was greeted with David's smiling face.

She takes a deep breath and cheerfully said, "Is this a good time to have that swim you offered?"



The Good Neighbor Ch. 07



David was going through a dry period. This was something he imagined all writers go through; after all, nobody can run at full speed forever. Every once in a while the batteries have to be recharged. He had been spending the day reading, with a Haydn string-quartet softly playing in the background. He had thought about Demaris more than he felt comfortable with. He had sworn off women for a while, so having one invade his thoughts wasn't good. He felt that he was finally getting the upper hand when someone rang his doorbell. 

David saw Demaris standing in his doorway. He instantly felt a tightness within him loosen and fall away. He experienced a feeling of relief and welcome. In the instant that these feelings swept over him, an undeniable observation clouded his euphoria. She was hurt or in trouble; the red eyes that looked at him screamed it. Her words were cheerful enough but the way her eyes darted from side to side and then down to her feet to break their contact worked as an exclamation mark, enunciating his initial observation.

"What a pleasant surprise!" He replied as he tried to smile naturally. "Come in... come in, it is just what I needed. Being a recluse has some drawbacks; loneliness is one of them. I'm always up for company." This last statement wasn't strictly true, but at this moment he was actually glad she was here.

Demaris walked past him with two final sideways glances. She could smell him as she passed. He didn't smell of soap or cologne but emitted a manly smell. It wasn't unappealing to her and she smiled discreetly as she walked into his living room. 

"Would you care for some coffee or tea; or maybe I could interest you in a superb white port?"

Feeling both nervous and jittery she said, "I think I'll take you up on your superb port."

"Excellent! Make yourself at home and I'll get our drinks."

She surveyed the living room and decided to take a seat on his sofa. As she waited for his return her eyes traveled over the room. She thought the room was tastefully decorated but lacked in personal items. The sofa she was sitting on and the two matching chairs emitted quality. It wouldn't have surprised her if the Chesterfield styled furniture was imported from England. The walls were void of paintings or pictures but didn't appear too Spartan for her taste.

David returned with the wine and two stemmed glasses. He put them on the coffee table and poured wine into each glass. Putting down the bottle, he picked up both glasses and offered one of them to her. Handing it to her he asked, "Do we have something to toast?"

Demaris gave the question a thought and answered, "To a new friendship?"

"Okay, to a new friendship!"

She repeated the toast and then asked, "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?"

"No, I've been taking the day off, actually. Even writers have to recharge their batteries every once in a while. I've been reading a book, actually."

"Oh yeah, what book have you been reading?"

"Edward Rutherfurd's novel New York. It is a very interesting story. I never thought that the Big Apple had such a rich and colorful history."

The subject of books brought a vision of his book. She left it next door and it was still in the bathroom covered in Brian's piss. "I actually bought one of your books and must say I'm very impressed."

"Which book have you been reading?"

"Beyond the Horizon; I am impressed at your ability to describe and depict Jessie Benton from a woman's perspective. I think most men can't see past their maleness and embrace the feminine point of view."

"I've never heard that from my critics. I take that as a compliment; thank you."

"You're welcome."

David refilled their glasses. The port was very sweet and strong, they both felt a buzz from the wine. When he put the bottle down again he said, "We can finish this and then change for the pool."

His last statement hit her like a brick. In all her planning she completely forgot her swimming suit. It was still in the trunk of her car and that was parked two miles away. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? She picked up her glass and swallowed it in three long gulps. Maybe the wine would give her courage to bring her through the next few minutes. Her mind was working, desperately looking for an answer. The wine didn't help her come up with a solution so she held out her glass for a refill in the hope that the extra alcohol would help give her courage. She saw no other way than to tell him the truth. She emptied her third glass as fast as the second and stood up, slightly unsteadily. "Mr. Lawton, I have a confession to make. I've come here under false pretenses, but also because I have no choice. I have been abused by my husband and have to get away." She looked David straight in the eyes and tried to judge his reaction. "I realize that I haven't traveled far but I also have to admit that I have no other friends and you are the only one I could think of." She was beginning to think he might politely show her the door and out of desperation continued, "I just need a place to stay for a few days and promise I won't get in your way. If you have an extra room I can just stay in there and you wouldn't even know I was here..."

"Demaris, my name is David. I thought we had gotten past introductions. I would be happy to have you for a couple of days. Like I've said, the life of a hermit isn't always to my liking; and as far as putting you in a room and forgetting about you, I assure you that I would never be able to do that. You are a beautiful woman and no man could just forget about you."

Tears of gratitude sprang into Demaris's eyes and slowly ran down her cheeks. David, moved by tears that seemed to be so sincere, stood and opened his arms. She came to him with just a short hesitation and he closed his arms around her. She felt safe. This feeling, she realized, had been foreign to her for so long. She would have been content to stay there all night, breathing in his manly odor.

David broke the embrace and said, "Let me show you your room." With this he took her hand and led her down the hall. "This is the guest room. Like you, I don't have many friends so you will be the first one staying here. The bed is new but I'm afraid I haven't made it up. I have enough sheets if you wouldn't mind making it up."

"Thank you. That wouldn't be a problem at all."

He went to get the linens and left her to make her bed. David wasn't as happy with his decision as he made out to be. He had made an anti-women resolution and knew that if she stayed it would eventually be broken. On the other hand he wouldn't have been able to turn his back on her in her time of need. He knew what he said, had to be said, but secretly hoped she would leave before they went too far. 'Has my marriage to Maggie ruined me for any meaningful relationship in the future?' he thought. He hoped that wouldn't be his lot.

David was on his patio finishing the bottle of white port when Demaris came out and sat down. "The bed is made and the room will be more than perfect."

"Would you like some more wine? I think I still have a bottle or two somewhere around here."

"No thank you. I've had more than enough. That stuff goes right to your head. I think if I had any more I would be quite drunk."

"That's fine, are you hungry?"

"Not particularly; it is a very hot day though."

"You did say that you came to take me up on my offer to swim."

"I completely forgot to bring my bathing suit. I would have to go naked."

"I don't have a swimsuit either; I always skinny dip."

His mischievous smile contagiously transferred to her and he stood up and shucked his shirt and pants and walked into the cool blue water. Demaris watched as David playfully swam in the pool; completely at ease and unashamed. This helped her to make up her mind and she started to strip. David started to tread water and watched her take off her clothes. She made short work of her blouse and pants and then paused and looked at him, still clad in her bra and panties. She saw both expectation and admiration in his gaze which encouraged her to continue. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. When she released the hooks she cursed herself that she hadn't chosen her underwear more carefully. What she had on wasn't her best and didn't even match but she figured that soon they would be lying on the patio with the rest of her clothes and it wouldn't matter. She removed her bra and proudly showed David what it had covered. He smiled and she removed her panties. She slowly walked to the pool and entered the water.

The water was cool and numbing to her skin. The water seemed to do more and work faster than the hot bath she had taken earlier. The healing water submerged her pubis and was soon over her breasts. As she started to swim a sudden panic struck her and she began to hastily retrace her path.

"What's wrong?" David asked.

"My hair... My hair is getting wet."

"That's okay. If you are worried about the chlorine, you can wash it out in the shower."

"You don't understand. My hair takes forever to dry."

"We have all the time in the world. Besides it's already wet so we'll just have to wait for it to dry but now I want to swim with you."

They spent more than an hour playing in the pool. When they got out their hands and feet were white and wrinkled from the water. David went into the house and came out with a stack of neatly folded towels. They dried themselves off and David asked, "Did your husband do that to you?"

Demaris stopped drying her ankles and looked at David. He was looking at her naked hips and butt. She looked at what he was looking at and sighed. The red marks that she had seen in the mirror earlier were gone. In their place were bruises in varying colors ranging between green, blue and black. She was surprised at the sight of her abuse and felt a pang of guilt shoot through her soul. "Yes, that is some of the abuse my husband gave me."

"He should be arrested. You should go to the police." David said this and meant it, but he knew the statement was extremely ironical coming from him. He had done the same thing to Maggie but had gotten away with it. 

"No! All I want is out! I want to be free of him and never feel like he has made me feel ever since we've been married. I don't feel ashamed here with you but I could never admit this to the authorities."

"Don't worry; I'll protect you until you decide what you're going to do. I think I'll go take a shower." David turned away and walked into the house.

Demaris picked up her clothes from the patio and followed him a few minutes later. She could hear the shower as she passed the bathroom on her way to her room. She wasn't sure if she should get dressed or wait until David was finished in the shower. Reaching a decision she put her clothes on the bed and went back down the hall. She tentatively tried the door and found it unlocked. She turned the handle and quietly entered. The room was filled with hot steam. Water condensed and dripped down the tiles and pooled on the floor. The bathroom was quite large and had both a bath and a separate shower. She could hear David lathering his body and could smell the shower gel. He was humming quietly when she slowly opened the sliding door and stepped in behind him. His hair, face and body were covered with a rich lather and his eyes were tightly closed. She reached out and gently touched his back. She felt him tense and then relax when he realized who was there. 

She put both of her hands on his back, between his shoulders and then moved them under his arms. As her hands continued their journey she stepped closer and pressed her naked body against his exposed back. Her hands traveled over his chest and massaged the hair with which it was covered. As her hands caressed his chest her embrace tightened and crushed her breasts to him. Her left leg went between his legs and she raised her knee to touch his balls.

David was lost in thought when he suddenly felt the hands on his back. The deep thoughts he was having suddenly seemed to have taken form. He was thinking how it would feel to have her hands exploring his body and how her body would feel to be explored. When he felt her knee brush his balls he had to rinse the soap out of his eyes and take the initiative; he could no longer continue in a passive role. He rinsed most of the soap away and opened his eyes. He turned around and the body that had been pressing against his back now pressed against his chest. He looked down at Demaris as she looked up at him. He thought that the eyes and face that he saw was that of an angel. His head lowered and he could feel her push up on her toes to meet him. They met halfway and kissed.

The kiss was soft. The kiss was sweet. The kiss spoke volumes but said nothing. The kiss spoke to them both but made promises to neither. The kiss stayed soft and searching but the possible passion lurked in the shadows. Their hands explored newly discovered regions, but their lips related more. Neither one of them wanted their first time to be here. The shower was not the place to fully experience each other; with no room and wet hair. David broke the kiss and reached for the shampoo. He had never washed so much hair but was willing to give it a go. He filled his right palm and gently massaged it into her scalp. Demaris turned her back to him and he softly spread the shampoo through her hair. He had to refill his palm before he finally reached the hair ends. Her hair stopped halfway between her butt and the back of her knees. He had never seen such long and luscious hair. When he rinsed the soap out he used a whole bottle of conditioner. She told him that she believed too much conditioner is far better than not enough. David was convinced that if anyone should know it would be Demaris.

He turned the water off, and holding her hand, he led her out of the shower. After watching her towel off, David put Demaris on a bar stool and brushed her hair for an hour. They were both still naked. Demaris had never had anyone spend that much time brushing her hair. He was very gentle and his attentions left her with a faint dream-like smile on her lips. 

"Are you hungry now?"

"Yes, the swim and thoughtful attentions from you have given me an appetite."

"Good, I'll pamper you even more by making you my world famous chili." With this he went down the hall and soon came out wearing a pair of sweatpants. He also had one of his dress shirts in his hand and handed it to Demaris. "I think you will feel more comfortable in this. I love you nude and would never tire of looking at you but that would be too selfish of me." 

Demaris was touched by his gesture and quietly accepted the shirt. When David was finished they sat down and ate, "Are you sure this is world famous?" Demaris asked after she had eaten half of the bowl.

"Well, maybe I overrated it a little, but I like it."

"I like it too but I have to be honest with you; I don't react well to brown beans."

"That doesn't bother me a bit."

It was well past midnight before Demaris's hair was dry. They had been watching television, sitting side by side on the sofa. She ran her hands through her hair and leaned over and whispered in his ear "my hair is dry." She accompanied the news with a soft kiss on his cheek and a gentle nip of his earlobe. 

He turned to her and smiled. Their lips touched and their tongues met. His hands moved to her breasts and softly massaged them. He could feel her nipples and his penis harden. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and helped her shed it. He could feel her hand on his manhood and was becoming slightly impatient to take their relationship to the next level. He suddenly stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and he led her down the hall, past her bedroom to his. He led her to his bed and she lay down on top of a green quilted bedspread. Her golden hair framed her face and trailed off to her right, over the edge of the bed and almost to the floor. He again thought that this woman was a cross between Rapunzel and Lady Godiva, with her angelic face holding more mystery and promise than he had ever seen before. 

Demaris could feel her pulse and breath quicken. She couldn't help herself from responding to this man. This reaction left her with two conflicting emotions and as she followed him to his bedroom they were waging a serious battle in her head. On the one side, feelings of security and passion were edging her on; on the other side, thoughts of the betrayal and brutality that had so recently been her life. The one told her to open herself completely to this man and the other said run and save yourself before it is too late. She so wanted to believe in this man and the security he seemed not only to offer but also supply. She wanted desperately to embrace the passion that radiated from their union. As this bloodless conflict raged in her head she watched him remove his sweatpants and for the first time actually looked at his manhood. She saw that David had a chest covered with short black hair. As her gaze lowered she noticed that below his navel the hair became thicker, culminating around his now bone-stiff penis. She watched as he climbed up from the end of the bed and positioned himself between her legs. She lifted and spread her knees to welcome him. His eyes surveyed her body as they came up to meet hers. A short pang of regret stabbed her when he passed the hair-covered mound but immediately vanished when their eyes met. He slowly narrowed the space separating them and his lips softly touched down on hers. Like a lunar craft his lips skipped over hers as in a weightless atmosphere. His tongue probed her mouth and worked as an anchor, keeping his hovering lips in one place. When she met him with her tongue she felt him enter her in another quarter. The old mental battle suddenly disappeared like dissipating clouds and was replaced by another conflict. This conflict was more physical than mental. Their lips, tongues and mouths were skirmishing for position as hair on his chest rubbed over her hard, extended nipples, while on a completely different part of their battlefield of passion, his blood engorged penis was gently invading her inner passage. Unlike the act that was performed earlier that day, the passage was now slick and wet by the copious amounts of liquid this entire act had produced. Instead of pain she felt pure, unadulterated pleasure and secretly prayed that it would never end. As their exercise in love continued, she could feel her orgasm approach like a train from the distance, slowly building to its inevitable conclusion. 

David was lost in a new world; the world of Demaris. The frustration of the prolonged passion earlier in the day demanded relief. He fought the urge to hurry and kept up a slow steady pace. His mind wandered and hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time thing. He wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her. For this reason alone he took his time in the hope that she would experience the first orgasm. He knew he was approaching his target when he heard her utter a low deep moan and felt the walls of her vagina contract and grasp his dick as it pumped in and out. He felt her body contract and shudder as the orgasm consumed her. The shock of sudden and complete success removed the ties to his own needs and opened the floodgates of his pent-up seed. He deposited his cum deep in her womb and then collapsed on top of her in a state of complete exhaustion.

After a few minutes, when they both began breathing normally and the sweat that drenched their bodies began to dry, David rolled off of Demaris. There seemed to be a new tension between them, now that their passion was spent. David rolled to the opposite side of the bed and stood up. "I need another shower," he said as he walked out of the room.