2 comments/ 166974 views/ 9 favorites Across the Street By: gauchecritic Mrs Brierly across the street was probably the best looking old woman I knew. She was friendly with my mother and they often used to go out together to the local pubs. For some womanly reason Mrs Brierly still dressed like a younger woman, with thigh high skirts and low cut tops unlike my mother who was a lot more conservative, with her button up blouses and knee length skirts. I think Mrs Brierly liked to keep up with her oldest daughter who is a chubby little thing who likes to show off her body with tight clothes and lots of jewellery. Lots of people say Mrs Brierly is ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ but she’s still just as fuckable for all that. Now Mrs Brierly, I’m sure she is at least sixty, but she does have the body for short skirts and low cut tops. Whereas my mother is on the large size and hides her motherly shape but does manage to show it off in the cut and style of her clothes. Mrs Brierly is one of those ‘over-friendly’ people who likes to get in close when she’s talking to you and loves to embarrass young blokes by catching them staring at her cleavage and commenting loudly about it to all and sundry, I should know, it’s happened to me often enough. ‘Ooh look at your Pete staring at me jugs. You’d think he’d never seen any before’ and I would go crimson and try to leave and she would catch hold of my arm then throw her arms round me and try to pull my head down into her cleavage, always with an audience and always including my mother. ‘Haven’t you stopped breast feeding him yet Marge?’ she would ask my mother ‘Cos he can’t stop staring at mine’ Then she would let go and I would leave hurriedly, go upstairs and fantasise about sliding my cock between her tits then fucking her stupid. One evening when Mrs Brierly called for my mother to go out for the night, mum wasn’t quite ready and so when she started the usual teasing my mum was headed up the stairs, my dad wasn’t home yet and my sister hadn’t returned from college, so now we were alone together in the living room. ‘Ooh look at him Marge, he can’t get enough of these.’ shaking her chest. I heard mums’ laughter from the top of the stairs. Naturally my face began to redden but knowing we were alone I kept my seat instead of trying to escape this teasing, tantalising woman. Mrs Brierly noticed no one else was there but the two of us and a change seemed to come over her. Her voice stayed at the same ‘everybody listen’ level but her actions suddenly took a turn for the raunchier. Her loud teasing became interrupted with almost whispered comments in between. ‘YOU’D THINK HE’D NEVER SEEN A PAIR OF JUGS BEFORE’ She cupped them in both hands, holding them high on her chest ‘I bet you’d like to lick ‘em though’ then let them flop back down. ‘LOOK AT HIS LITTLE EYES THEY’RE LIGHTING UP’ She reached into either side of her top and blouse and leant forward pulling open to show me nearly all of her long hanging tits. ‘Do you wank about these? I’ll bet you do’. ‘IS HE STILL A VIRGIN THEN MARGE?’ Straightening up she took hold of the hem of her top and pulled upwards, catching her breasts then letting them flop back and staring into my eyes. ‘I bet you’d like your dick between these eh?’ I stood up from the settee and made as if to move forward, Mrs Brierly covered her tits again and shook her head, glancing towards the ceiling ‘No’. I took hold of my now erect cock and adjusted it to a more comfortable position. Mrs Brierly’s eyes glued to my crotch, she smiled. I smiled and sat down again. ‘HE CAN’T GET ENOUGH CAN HE?’ Then, incredibly, she reached down and took hold of the hem of her short skirt and began inching it upwards, watching my face as I stared at more and more of her stocking clad thighs. My hand strayed to my stiff prick and began stroking slowly. ‘What about this then? You’ll be able to wank about this for a fortnight’ she revealed her stocking tops and the creaminess above and still the skirt rose higher as my breathing became faster and my heart began to race and my aching knob got harder. ‘IS HE STILL BREAST FEEDING THEN MARGE? ‘COS HE LOOKS HUNGRY FOR ‘EM’ Then she stopped as if waiting for a fanfare. ‘Does your mother let you suck her nice titties then Peter?’ I tore my eyes away from Mrs Brierlys' flesh and stared, alarmed into her eyes. ‘Do you suck your mum’s nipples? I’m sure she’d like it, in fact I know she would’ ‘Shut up’ ‘Didn’t you know Peter? Your mum would love you to suck her titties. They’re lovely and soft, and she’s got big long nipples when you get her going. I’ll bet she’d even like you to put your cock in between ‘em and fuck ‘em, like you’d like to fuck mine’ ‘Shut uuuup’ ‘And she doesn’t shave you know like me’ then she pulled her skirt hem to her waist to show me her glorious, knickerless, shaved slit. I almost jumped out of my seat when I looked down from Mrs Brierlys' face to her clean cunt then began rubbing harder at my now aching knob. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and Mrs Brierly slowly slid her skirt back down her thighs to cover her womanly delight, while I stood to go upstairs. She caught my arm. As my mother appeared in the doorway made-up and dressed for a night out, Mrs Brierly put her hand behind my head and pulled me down towards her inviting ample charms, this time I didn’t resist, I just pressed my nose deep into that warm cleft. ‘Oh look Marge I must be getting through to him’ as she shook her shoulders, wobbling her mams against my face. She released my head and I stood up straight. ‘Thankyou Mrs Brierly’ ‘You’d best call me Jenny now you naughty beast’ ‘Thank you Jenny’ She winked at my mother ‘Come here then’ said mum and pulled me towards her for a peck on the cheek ‘I’ll see you later’ and she turned towards the door. Jenny pulled me towards her ‘I’ll have one of those too’ she leant in and whispered ‘You can fuck her if you’d like. I know I do’ Then they were gone. What was that supposed to mean? She’d like me to fuck her? She’d like me to fuck my mother? She’d like to fuck my mother? She HAS fucked my mother. Oh bollox I ran to the front door and watched through the window there, Jenny’s’ arse as she walked down the path. I unzipped and took my cock in my hand and shot spunk all over the front door in three strokes. Nothing came of it (except me regularly) but I have noticed lately that mum seems to not be quite as bothered about being caught in just a towel or just tying her dressing gown as she crossed the landing. Where before she would run and hide quickly to avoid any embarrassing situations, now she seems to be much more casual. That was last year, and a lot of my wank fantasies since then have been about me catching Jenny on all fours licking out my mums hairy twat, laid out on the carpet in our front room and me taking my cock out and slipping into Jenny from behind and shagging the arse off her. Sometimes it would be my girlfriend I’d catch fucking my mum with a strap-on across the kitchen table then I’d imagine fucking my girlfriend up the arse (which she likes) while she fucks my mum. Recently I’ve been imagining catching my sister with her fingers up my girlfriend and I’d just spunk over both their naked bodies. Hmm now, what about catching Jenny licking out my mum while my sister fucks her with a strap-on… Or Jenny’s’ daughter fucking Jenny with a strap-on, my sister fucking Jenny’s arse with a strap-on, my mothers hairy cunt planted across Jenny’s’ daughters’ face and squeezing my sisters lovely juicy tits in her hands… I need a wank. You get a lot of time to think about these sorts of things when you’re laid up in bed with a leg and an arm in plaster from falling off a building site ladder. It’s just as well that I’ve managed to master the left-hand wank technique, although my girlfriend visits, it’s never often enough. Now I sit here propped up in bed with my binoculars close to hand like something out of a Hitchcock film. Only I have more modern technology, that is, I have a digital vidcam set-up so I can keep a record of any ‘murders’ or other interesting things in the street or the houses across the road. And I do have a few. Mrs Brierly for instance; Jenny. She’s in several shorts. Undressing in the bedroom (directly opposite my window) Waking in the late morning and opening her curtains to reveal an untied dressing gown. An afternoon episode of quite forceful shagging with her husband, standing up! Several close ups of her leaning out of the window to address somebody outside and at the same time ‘leaning out’ of her loose fitting top. My sister, Alicia, is featured in one ‘episode’. A car pulled into the driveway one night and I could make out my sister in the passenger seat with one of her ‘casual girlfriends’ (nothing serious) driving. They sat and chatted for a while, with the other girl twining her fingers in my sister’s hair, looking into her eyes. I turned on the camera just in case, focussed into the car and was glad of the low-lux capability, as they were both clearly visible on my monitor. ‘Now for a slice of girl-girl action’. I was not disappointed. Alicia and me have a very close relationship, we talk about anything and everything, including amusing each other with our tales of sexual antics. She has given me no end of useful tips about ‘plating’ and finding out how many fingers is too many and she still insists that she is a hetero-virgin. I believe her. We’ve caught each other wanking time and again and I must say that it’s not always accidental on my part. When she catches me she says something like “Put it away ‘til later, I want to ask you something”, when I catch her I just stand and stare and if I catch her at the right time she just carries on ‘til she cums. Yesterday, like today, was very hot and I was propped against the pillows watching the streets outside and the houses opposite, Dad was at work, Mum was sat on the neighbours wall chatting with Mr Brierly and his chubby daughter who was wearing a clinging one piece outfit which showed off her body very well. Jenny (Mrs Brierly) was hanging out of her bedroom window and her dressing gown, joining in the convo, joining in the laughter and my view was delectable. I had a nice close up of Jenny on the monitor, taking in that lovely pair of tits. She was swaying to some unheard music, swinging those long hanging mams from side to side, backwards and forwards, making me harder and harder. Sometimes she would pause to lean further out to speak to someone and flatten her jugs against the windowsill making a creamy invitation to my knob. Leaving the camera on Jenny I took the binoculars to have a closer look at her plump daughter, with her broad, flaring hips and high round titties. Leaning across her gate she was also giving me an unconscious? show. Even though the day was very warm I noticed that she had a nice nipple on, very close to the low edge of her flimsy neckline. Resting the binoculars so as to free my hand to tenderly brush my now throbbing cock I saw that Mr Brierly was shifting about on his feet seemingly uncomfortable with his stance switching his gaze between my mum and his daughter. What were they talking about? Mr Brierly turned abruptly to enter the house and I caught a glimpse of the reason for his discomfort sticking far out, tenting his loose fitting trousers. The chubby girl said something and all three women laughed out loud, jiggling their several bosoms. Mum laughing hard and jiggling most and even without the binoculars I could see what Jenny had told me those months back was very true. She had a nipple on which was long enough to be visible, through her bra, dress and cardigan and from across the street. With binoculars to my eyes I hungrily took in the site of my mums taught nipples dancing in her dress. She has got fuckable tits, and big enough to fuck in without lying across her chest. But then she wouldn’t be able to suck my knob end so I’d have to lay it in between and she could squeeze her tits together around my cock sucking on the end of my prick ‘til I spunked in her mouth and all over her face. I was just reaching towards the camera to adjust the view when I noticed on the monitor that Jenny seemed to be listening to a different tune now because the motion of her long cleavage was only back and forth with a hard insistent beat. Pulling back on the focus I saw that her eyes were closed in concentration, her head also moving in time and further back I could see the cause. I hit record. Mr Brierly had decided to relieve his discomfiture in a fitting way and was giving Jenny a good old fucking from the rear. Holding on tight to her hips he was pounding into her as she attempted to appear like nothing was happening to anyone watching from outside. Flicking my glance back to the two laughing women at the gate I saw them both glancing towards the bedroom window then looking knowingly at each other and bursting into giggles again. Like a scene from some low budget porn film Mr Brierly pulled out of his wife and pulled her round by the shoulder to face his rampant manhood, when Jenny saw, she sank to her knees and in as good a profile shot as if directed she began wanking and sucking his engorged knob. Mr Brierly held his wife’s head and fucked her mouth until he suddenly pulled back and shot his load down her throat, into her eyes and over her hair. Smiling hugely, Mr Brierly stepped forward and wiped his cock on his wife’s’ throat, down her chest and across her hanging jugs before putting it back in his kegs and leaving the room. He appeared moments later at the front gate to talk with his daughter and my mum once more. All three smirking and grinning from ear to ear. Jenny meanwhile had looked directly into the camera lens licked her lips and a small amount of spunk from her chin, held the pose then left the scene. I panned the camera to the happy group outside the house to complete the ‘story’. ‘I expect you’ll be needing a wank now?’ I recognised the voice as my sister Jenny moved forward into my bedroom, tension leaving my shoulders as I relaxed a bit. ‘Not half’ I grinned. ‘Did you see that?’ ‘Most of it. But I bet you didn’t see Jenny looking at Mum and Rosie nearly all the time while she was getting it’ ‘Yeah to see if they could tell’ ‘No stupid, ‘cos she was imagining it was them doing it’ ‘Give over’ ‘Ok. Did I show you what Jenny bought me for my birthday?’ mischief in her eyes. ‘Err, no’ ‘Wait here and I’ll show you’ ‘Like I could run off’ ‘And don’t start wanking’ ‘I’ll wait ‘til you get back before I start’ ‘You’re just a dirty little slut Peter.’ Jenny was back quickly from her bedroom across the landing holding her ‘present’ behind her back. I waited, she waited, teasing. ‘Well show me then.’ From behind her back she brought a large, realistic looking dildo, with straps attached. ‘Jenny bought you that for your birthday?’ ‘Yep. And last Thursday night she was in the ‘Vickers’ with mum’ The Vickers is the acknowledged lesbian club in our small town although not exclusively except for Thursday night. Local blokes don’t go in the Vickers on Thursday night. ‘Fuck off’ ‘Don’t believe me, I don’t care’ ‘Jenny and Mum were in the lezzy club together?’ Hold on, Jenny as much as boasted that she had fucked mum last year on that night. Fucking hell. ‘So is Jenny fucking Mum?’ ‘I expect so’ ‘Does Dad know?’ ‘’Spect so’ ‘Fuck me’ ‘Not just yet.’ ‘??? ‘ ‘ I haven’t told you the good part yet.’ ‘What? What? Tell me’ ‘She asked me if I’d christened her present. I told her not yet. Then she said we could have a double christening’ ‘What? What are you on about?’ ‘She said I could christen the strap-on and christen her at the same time’ ‘Bollocks’ ‘Do you want to hear this or not?’ ‘Go on. Go on.’ ‘She said come over tomorrow afternoon while he’s out and you can show me how it works.’ I just couldn’t believe this. ‘So I went over wearing it cos I was going to give her the old domination bit and just shag her hard and fast and Rosie was there watching a film, she said mum’s upstairs, go up. So up I went.’ ‘It felt a bit weird going up the stairs to fuck Rosie’s mum while she was downstairs and I just started trembling. I had this rubber cock hanging down my trouser leg rubbing against my thighs, climbing up the steps to fuck this old woman who’s daughter was downstairs watching telly. It was weird.’ Weird? It was so hot I was going to cum there and then without so much as looking at my straining knob. She continued. ‘Well, as I walked into the bedroom Jenny was stood in front of the wardrobe mirror with just her bra and knickers on, examining her face and such. I don’t know if she’d heard me but she just kept looking in the mirror and she was smoothing the skin on her neck then her hand kept moving down like this’ Alicia demonstrated, with closed eyes moving the palms of her hands down the sides of her neck, across her chest then cupping her breasts in both hands. Her eyes opened and she looked at me looking at her holding up her breasts. ‘Anyway, I just stood there watching and now I could tell she knew I was there ‘cos she started flicking her thumbs across her nipples like this’ Alicia demonstrated again, making her nipples hard as I watched. ‘Then she pretended to notice me and she pulled her hands down.’ Alicia didn’t. ‘and she went “Oh..er.. “ Pretending to be flustered “Er.. Come in.. Rosie” ‘ ‘Rosie?’ ‘Yep. She stared at me and called me Rosie. I thought “what the fuck” so I said “Sorry mum” and she grinned like a Cheshire cat. Then she says, “I was just thinking. What do you think Rosie? I’m not too bad for 60 am I?” And I thought, “oh it’s like that is it?” so I says “No mum you’ve got a lovely body” and I went over and stood behind her and put my hands on her shoulders’ ‘She looked at me in the mirror and said “Do you think so?” and I says “You’ve got lovely smooth shoulders” and I put my chin across her shoulder and ran my hands down her back and I says ”Not bad at all for 60 mum” then I ran my hands round her front and lifted her tits up and she shivered against me, so I pressed in so she could feel the dildo against her arse and she went “Mmm” ‘Then she says “They’re not too floppy are they?” and I says “Well, let’s have a look and see” and they’re not too floppy are they Pete?’ ‘What?’ ‘Jenny’s tits aren’t too floppy are they? Come on. She told me about last year, teasing you while mum was upstairs’ ‘No. They’re quite gorgeous actually’ ‘That’s what I said to her. I pulled her bra up and let her tits flop down…’ ‘How do you mean?’ ‘I just pulled her bra up and her tits fell out’ ‘I don’t get you’ Alicia gave me that ‘you know what I mean’ look and said ‘I suppose you want me to demonstrate?’ ‘Not ‘arf’ And to my great surprise she did exactly that. She pulled open the studs on her shirt then grabbed her bra with her fingers underneath and pulled upwards letting her tits hang loose before my eyes. I throbbed. ‘Oh right. I didn’t know you could do that’ and my sister Alicia stood there with her jugs hanging in front of me and carried on with her story. ‘So then I held her tits in my hands and wobbled them a bit and says, “No, they’re quite gorgeous actually” and she says, “Do you think so Rosie?” Trying to remind me what the game was so I say “Yes mum you’ve got a fine pair of jugs” then she smiled in the mirror. “Anything else Rosie?” she says. So I let her tits flop down and started twisting her nipples in my fingers and pulling her tits out in front of her and letting ‘em flop back and she goes “Ooh Rosie that’s nice” then “What else Rosie?” ‘ Across the Street Alicia stood there looking as hot as I felt demonstrating again; pulling her own nipples outwards and letting her tits fall back against her ribs. ‘I says, “Let me see” and I ran the flat of my hand down her stomach and says “Lovely belly mum. Lovely and smooth not like mine” ‘ Alicia stood in front of me gently rubbing her fingers across her belly and the unplucked hair, which ran, fine and darkly golden from her waistband to her bellybutton. ‘Then I slipped my fingers into the waist of her knickers and I says “Ooh mum do you shave all the way down?” and she smiled into the mirror again and says “Yes. Do you like it Rosie?” So I says “Ooh lovely and smooth mum” and I pressed my hand into her belly and crotch and pulled her arse against the dildo and she started moving her arse in circles trying to get the cock against her crack, so I pulled her tit up with my other hand so she stood up more and says “Not yet mum, that’s for after, this is for now.” ‘And I pushed my hand down her knickers and got hold of her minge and pressed my palm hard against her slit and then she started moaning “Ooh Rosie, that’s so good. Yes Rosie, do that. That’s nice.” And I’m going “Oh mum you’ve got a lovely twat and I’ve always wanted to feel it mum and you’re tits are so nice mum I’m going to suck ‘em hard” and she’s moaning loud enough for anybody in the house to hear and I’m thinking “What the fuck. If she wants her daughter to hear her being shagged by a lez, let her.” And then I realised that she did want Rosie to hear. So now I’m listening out for footsteps on the stairs waiting to be caught feeling her mum up’ ‘Anyway… Have you cum yet?’ ‘What?’ ‘Have you spunked yet?’ ‘If you want to know, have a look for yourself’ Which she did. Alicia stepped forward and very carefully opened my pyjama trousers to reveal my throbbing erection, literally bouncing on my belly in time with the fast pace of my heart. She stared hard at the sight of it. ‘You are a hetero-virgin aren’t you?’ ‘I told you I was.’ ‘Have you not seen a real life hard cock before then?’ ‘Well you’ve usually got it surrounded with your fist’ ‘Oh har har. What do you think then?’ ‘Well it’s just like a dildo isn’t it? But it’s moving’ ‘Yep. Exactly like a dildo but if you rub it it’ll spunk on you. Go on. Have a feel if you want’ ‘Not just yet. In a minute. Can you get hard again straight away?’ ‘Well not straight away but not long’ ‘Good.’ ‘Good?’ ‘Yeah. I’ve decided to give you my hetero-virginity, just to see what it’s like.’ ‘Right. Now?’ ‘I’ll finish the story first then I’ll finish with you. So… I pulled Jenny by her tits over to the bed and pushed her down and I says “Right then mum” and she pulled her knickers off and I was just staring at her shaved twat and she says “What Rosie? What’s wrong?” and I says “Nothings wrong mum, you’ve just got a lovely cunt. I want to lick your cunt mum” and it was lovely and I couldn’t wait’ ‘Neither can I’ ‘Shut up. Do you want me to play with your cock?’ ‘Yeah’ Alicia sat on the side of the bed and gently cupped my balls in her hand then began gently massaging. ‘A little bit harder sis.’ My sister began squeezing my knackers with just enough pressure and said ‘Sis? You really love this incest bit don’t you? Would you like to fuck mum?’ She slid a finger down the crack of my arse. ‘If she walked in now I’d love to fuck her.’ ‘Me as well bro. Would you fuck us both…? Brother of mine?’ she pressed her finger against my virgin hole. ‘Oh yeah.’ My sister moved her hand and put her ring finger into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly ‘I’d fuck mum and then you could fuck her with one of your dildos’ then I’d fuck you from behind and watch both your tits jiggling up and down against each other’ Cupping my full balls once more she gently pushed her wetted finger into my arse. I groaned. ‘I’m gonna cum if you do that’ I reached forward and cupped my sisters’ breast in my hand gently caressing and flicking her hard nipple. She continued gently finger fucking my ring gradually pushing deeper and deeper. ‘You like being finger fucked by your sister don’t you?’ She pulled out and put two fingers in her mouth then returned her hand to my backside and probing tenderly pushed into my arse almost making me shoot my load. 'Shall I carry on?’ ‘Aaaoow yes.’ ‘So I got between her legs and pushed my tongue straight into her clean puffed up cunt. She started shouting then “Oh Rosie. That is so good. Lick your mothers’ pussy. That’s right. Tongue your old mums’ cunt”. So I made her cum all over my tongue first then I says to her “I’ve got a present for you mum. If you like my tongue in your lovely smooth cunt mum you’ll love this” and she says “What have you got for your old mum Rosie?” and I stood up and pulled my kegs down and made the strap on spring out. You should have seen the look on her face.’ ‘Show me.’ ‘Show you what?’ ‘Put that on’ nodding towards the discarded present. ‘What for?’ ‘Just… Put it on’ ‘I can’t’ I groaned as she removed her slippery fingers from my anus and rose to her feet ‘Why not?’ ‘Because…’ and she unzipped her jeans and in one fluid motion pulled them down to her ankles, then she stood straight and proud making her tits bounce invitingly and suddenly forcing my gaze to her crotch I saw why. ‘This is why.’ She ran her fingers down the shorter, thinner strap-on between her legs. ‘You should see the look on your face bro. Just like Jenny had on hers.’ Stepping out of her jeans she sat against me on the bed once more. I took hold of the phallus between her thighs to see how it felt, wondering how it would feel to have my sister fuck my tender virgin arse.’ ‘I’m giving you my hetero-virginity but I’m having your virginity first.’ So saying she took a firm hold on my knob and began a steady rhythm intending to make me spunk hard. ‘Well Jenny couldn’t tear her eyes away from my cock and she started trying to wank me off and that pushed the other end of the dildo in and out of my sweating cunt so I slowed her down and said “mum just do it nice and gentle cos I’m going to fuck you with it” and she said “Are you Rosie? Are you going to fuck your mum?’ ‘And I pushed her shoulders hard so she fell on the bed with her arse on the edge and laid waiting for me to push my dick in her. I’d stopped listening for the steps on the stairs but I wasn’t surprised to catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye of someone peering through a crack in the door. I thought, “this is her. And this is exactly what Jenny wants” So I starts in.’ ‘”Yes mum” I said, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you mum” she says, “Do you Rosie? Do you really want to fuck your mum?” I says “Yes mum, I’m going to fuck your cunt hard ‘til you come and then I’m going to make you lick my hairy twat mum ‘cos I know that’s what you want” and then I started pushing my dick in her’ Just as she pushed her fingers into my arse again. That made me cum. Alicia wasn’t quite ready and the first shot hit my face then she put her hand over my cock end catching gouts of creamy juice in her palm. A full two minutes later I was coming round slowly from the hardest wildest orgasm I’d ever had. My sister was smiling as she rubbed cock juice over her own ‘cock’. ‘Are you going to fuck me now?’ I asked her. ‘Oh yes’ She replied. ‘I’m going to fuck you bro.’ As she massaged my own spunk into my anus. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard’ I trembled with anticipation and slowly ebbing orgasm remains. Alicia climbed onto the bed, carefully placing my plastered limb to afford herself a good position for my anal assault. Carrying on with her tale she said ‘I got between Jenny’s legs and ran my tits up thighs, like this when I got to her clean shaved minge I pressed my hard nipples into her groin like this. Then I moved up her belly like this ‘til I was rubbing my nipples against hers, like this’ I could feel the slippery surface of my sister’s strap-on cock against the rose of my arse. I shivered. ‘Then she trembled when my cock found her entrance, like you. And I teased her hole with my cock end. And I said to her “Do you like that mum? Do you like having your own daughter getting ready to fuck you?” Do you like it?’ ‘Yes. Yes I want you to fuck me’ ‘That’s exactly what Jenny said so I pushed that dildo deep into her soft, waiting hole, like this’ My sister pressed her rubber length into my waiting hole and she began to fuck my arse, building up speed gently but insistently. As my eyes closed my knob began to stiffen once more with that pleasurable length in my anus and my sisters’ belly sandwiching me with the smooth feel of cock lubrication between us. ‘Then I saw that Rosie had come into the bedroom and was pushing two fingers in and out of her pussy, watching as I fucked her mother. I watched her for a while, her chubby little fingers speeding in and out of her chubby little cunt then I winked a knowing wink at Rosie and I said to Jenny. “When I’ve finished fucking your lovely twat mum, what are you going to do for me? ‘She said, “I’m going to suck your cunt Rosie. I’m going to push my tongue in and out of your lovely twat Rosie. I’m going to tongue fuck you Rosie ‘til you cum all over my face.” So I nodded to Rosie and she said “Well you don’t have to wait mum, you can do that to me now while my sister fucks you.” Then Jenny looked across at her daughter with delight in her eyes and watched her fingers slide wetly in and out of herself then she said to her “Bring that sweet pussy over here then love and I’ll suck it for you” So she did. And while I fucked her mother and Rosie got her cunt licked by her I stuck my tongue down Rosies’ throat. Then guess who walked in?’ The tone of my sisters’ voice told me. I opened my eyes. There in the doorway to my bedroom stood Jenny and just behind her with one hand inside Jennies’ blouse and one hand up Jennies’ skirt and down her knickers was my mum. All the women were smiling. Smug. Set up? Probably. ‘Mmm. isn’t this nice Marge?’ ‘Oh yes. Very nice.’ ‘But what a waste of a hard cock like that Marge.’ ‘Oh yes’ ‘You’re not going to let that go to waste are you Marge?’ ‘Oh no.’ Mum disentangled herself from Jennies’ cunt and tits and sauntered over, slowly. One step at a time. Removing clothing one piece at a time. ‘Has he shot his spunk yet ‘Licia?’ ‘Just once for lube’ Alicia kept up a steady rhythm of her strap-on now deep in my arse. ‘Good. Ready for a nice long fuck then’ Mum stood next to my bed in her knickers and bra, Jenny moved close up behind her. ‘Shall I take your knickers off Marge?’ ‘I think Peter would like to have a nice long look at my titties first Jenny’ Jenny unhooked mums’ bra and as her large, stiff nippled jugs sagged gently she peeled away the confines then began rolling and twisting those jutting nips between her fingers. I drooled. ‘Look Marge. Peter wants to suck your tits’ Mum leant towards me with Jenny holding mums jugs out invitingly. ‘Ladies first’ Jenny teased and steered mum towards my sister who hungrily fastened her mouth around mums’ lovely breast, and still fucking my arse with long deep strokes. Jenny pulled down mums’ now soaked knickers. ‘Have a look at this lovely hairy gash Peter’ Mum stood up and Jenny, taking large handsfull of belly pulled upwards to show me her shimmering cunt. My sister paused in her arse fucking and beckoned mum forwards. She put her hand over mums’ bushy minge and inserted a finger, mum gasped. ‘I think we’re all ready’ Awkwardly mum climbed onto the bed carefully placing her knees across my body, her tits and belly brushing my taught flesh, leaning forward and rubbing her heavy jugs in my face. Alicia took hold of my rigid cock, pointing it cuntward as mum gently eased back. ‘Just a minute mum. What’s the matter Jenny?’ Petulantly Jenny replied ‘I haven’t got anything up me’ ‘Well let mum have a bit of fun fucking her well hung son for a while and then I’m sure Peter will be more than happy to give you a good plating while we fuck him’ ‘Just a few strokes then, don’t make him cum yet’ Mum looked down then across at Jenny ‘I think he’ll last a while yet’ and she slid downwards on my engorged knob enveloping me in her thick bush. With her arms on either side of my head mum began to fuck me slow and deep, Alicia joined the pace, slowly withdrawing her rubber cock from my arse then plunging it in hard and deeper. Mum leant forward to press her mounds into my face rubbing her long nipples across my chin and nose and eyes. I licked and bit and sucked those lovely mams. Then Alicia began fucking harder as she sensed mum speeding up on my cock. Mum reached below her and pulled her sagging belly upwards so she could rub her cunt hard against my groin, sliding, pausing, grinding. I watched Jenny, still dressed but with her long floppy tits hanging from blouse and her hand inside her knickers, pushing her hand in out of her slick, wet cunt. ‘Jenny. Why don’t you use that?’ Urged mum hoarsely indicating the discarded strap-on. Jenny worked her way over to the latex cock, keeping her muff filled with fingers then, sitting down on the floor, her knees high, she began forcing her whole hand between her raw, swollen lips. We three watched as she started fisting herself. This 60 year old woman pulled out her sticky, slimy hand from her open glistening cunt and spread her nectar over and around the phallus. When she decided it was well lubricated she swiftly jammed the full length of the strap-on dildo into herself, and began frigging hard on her hungry twat. After her frenzy had slowed Jenny looked up ‘Do you like fucking your mum then Peter? You love it don’t you? Pushing your big hard cock in your own mothers’ cunt. Fucking her hard and fast. With your fat cock in and out of your own mothers’ hairy twat eh? Fucking your own mother Peter’ ‘I know you love it Marge. After all these years, being able to wrap your cunt round your own sons’ hard, rigid cock. Fucking your son. And you love it as well don’t you ‘Licia? Fucking your brothers’ arse with that dildo while you watch your mothers’ hairy cunt ride up and down on your own brothers’ long hard knob.’ She paused ‘I need to fuck somebody, I need to fuck somebody now’ Then a new, familiar voice from the doorway. ‘Will I do mum?’ I found my voice. ‘Hello Rose, have you come to give your mum a fucking?’ ‘You stay exactly where you are mum’ intoned Rose ‘I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve. Leave that in and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little bitch you are’ ‘Oh please Rose’ begged Jenny ‘Yes please, fuck your mum like a dirty bitch whore, fuck me hard’ Jenny rolled onto all fours and with no little difficulty after pulling off her knickers, Rose positioned herself behind her mother and inserted then strapped on the dildo trapped in her mother’s cunt. Then pushing her mothers’ face to the floor Rose holding her hips in a tight grip began sawing in and out of her mother. ‘Oh yes Rose. Fuck your mothers’ dirty cunt, fuck it hard. Fuck me Rose, fuck me, oh yes’ Mum then took up the chant ‘ Yes Peter. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck your mum’s aching twat. Bite my titties, squeeze your mums’ tits hard, pull them hard, bite my nipples. Fuck your mum’s fat hairy cunt.’ As my mums’ pace quickened on my hard rod, sliding faster and faster in and out of her lovely hairy quim my sister speeded her shafting of my anus plunging deep into my arse bringing me closer to orgasm. Now pounding faster ‘Peter, yes Peter. Fuck me hard. Fuck your mum. I’m cumming Peter. Fuck your mums’ cunt hard’ ‘You love it don’t you mum? You love getting fucked by your own daughter?’ Oh Yes Rose. Yes. Yeeeees’ ‘Bitch. Fucking fuck you, you bitch’ ‘Oh mum yes. I’m going to spunk. I’m going to cum in your lovely hairy twat mum. I’m cumming in your cunt mum. Muuuuum’ Alicia thrust hard and deep into my arse as I orgasmed hugely into mums’ twat. ‘Yes Peter. Yes. Fuck. Fuck your mum. Fuck meeeee.’ And that was the first of many times that I came simultaneously with mum our bodies grinding together in shared ecstasy, vibrating uncontrollably, fucking with a greater passion than any other. Needless to say I eventually had my dick up every cunt in the room on that day. Jenny, Rosie, mum, and Alicia. Even my girlfriend and Mr Brierly stopped by later on and double fucked me again while everyone else looked on. Now that my leg is mended I’m really looking forward to giving some of what I received. I’ll let you know how I got on. Across the Street I hate doing windows. No real man should do windows, unless it's their job. Spray, rub, rub, rub... Let me tell you, I would rather clean toilets. But I was cleaning the front windows of my ground floor apartment when I saw her. I was struck dumb, like always. Her name was Lynn, and she lived across the street in a cute little house. I stepped back a little, into the shadows, to observe her for my own privacy, if not hers. Lynn was a short woman of middle years, with single strands of pure white peeking here and there from amongst her shining brunette waves. Her skin was creamy and devoid of a suntan. If I were close enough, I would see that her eyes were the color of very faded blue jeans. Her short, wiry frame had enough curve to be noticeable. Her breasts were small, but there. Her hips flared delicately in that feminine way. She wasn't smiling, but I have seen her smile; it's a vision of beauty. No, she was scowling at the moment, but even her scowl couldn't mar the beauty of her face. I can't help but be attracted to her - women who allow themselves to age naturally without falling for the snake oil and fakery of cosmetic enhancements and surgeries so common in California... Yes, women who avoid all that are so much more natural; they are in tune with themselves and contain an appeal that transcends fake tits. That appeal reaches deep into a psyche - my psyche - and touches areas of attraction, lust, and even love. I could admit, as a man, that I felt all of it for the woman across the street. I found myself twisting my wedding ring with the thumb and pinky of my left hand. The vision of the woman named Lynn across the street filled my mind with thoughts that were altogether questionable. Yes, I was married. The woman across the street was married, too. I wondered what she was doing over there. Was she making dinner for her husband? Was she doing his laundry? Was she doing something so mundane and domestic that even she forgot how intimate such activity was? I felt myself stir at the thought of her domestic, feminine manner. I had to experience it, bathe in it, relish it... I dropped the wipe I was holding and snuck out the door of the apartment. Lynn was heading into the backyard of the house. I stood looking across the street as emotions flashed through me, but wild ones, conflicting ones that tugged one way and then the other. I had told my wife that I would clean the apartment, but the lightning bolt that was Lynn's natural beauty struck my heart in an insistent way. I'm not sure what any neighbors might have seen on my face: determination, fear, wonderment. I wanted to see more of Lynn. We were on first-name basis with each other, surely I could walk up and talk to her if I wanted. But I wanted to do so much more than that. I wanted to... I crossed the street. I wanted more. I needed more. I slid into the shrubbery next to the backyard fence and peeked over. Lynn was bending over the hose, attaching a spray nozzle to the end. Her small frame in such a position made me grip the top edge of the fence. Her jeans fit her curves so well that envisioning her naked was effortless. Her small hands and slightly bony fingers worked deftly until the task was completed. Even her hands fueled the fire that was within me. I wanted to feel those fingers on me. I felt fear amidst the lust. What was I? Was I crazy? Unbalanced? Sick? What would my relatives think if I was discovered like this? Or even the neighbors? I had watched Lynn many times. Each time brought strong emotions to my head and heart. She was so beautiful and natural that I had to have her. I found myself twisting my wedding ring again in that calculating manner. No, I would think about that later. Today was the day I crossed the line from watching to acting. I watched her turn on the water and hose off the patio. Ah, I saw that she was hosing a small dog bomb into the grass. That nasty little poodle from next door had wandered into the backyard and crapped on the patio. The notorious neighborhood crap-machine. It crapped in everyone's yard but its own. Lynn's scowl ignited a hotter fire in me. Even her scowl was beautiful. I wanted to kiss the scowl away. I wanted to kiss her lips until she smiled. Was that such a bad thing? She finished and shut off the water. Heading into the house, she only closed the sliding screen door. Perfect. I waited a moment, and then made my move. I slipped into the backyard and up to the screen door. I shaded my eyes to look in; she was off to the left, in the laundry room. I slid open the screen door and snuck in. Closing the screen, I glanced around. My heart thudded with the effort at being quiet, and maybe fear for what I felt. She was transferring wet laundry from the washer to the dryer. The act raised an emotional tidal wave in me. Here she was, performing what I considered an intimate task for herself and her husband with no one to see, no one to appreciate. Even her mundane chore was performed in a uniquely feminine way. Her moves were fluid, alluring, even sexy. I slowly stepped up to her. The sound of the dryer starting its cycle echoed in the small room as I reached out to her. She turned as I slipped up to her front and grabbed her around the waist. Lynn's eyes flew open wide and she gasped loudly on her inhale, preparing to scream. I tried a smile. "Mitch! You scared me!" She gasped out in fear and simultaneous relief. She noted my arm around her waist, immediately. "What are you doing?" "Shhh," was all I could get out before I descended on her and covered her mouth with mine. "Mmmph!" Lynn struggled briefly and I could feel her heart racing. She put her hands against my chest, but my tongue was in her mouth, and my arms around her back crushing her to me. The feel of her body was fantastic. "Mmphmm," she mumbled through the kiss. Very slowly, she began to relax. As she did, her tongue reached out to tentatively stroke mine. I knew it wouldn't take much! I slowed my kiss and savored the feel of her tongue against mine. I could smell her make-up and the light hint of her perfume. She had put them on for her husband, surely, and I was going to enjoy them. I felt her arms come up and lightly lay around my neck and shoulders. Her kiss became more insistent. My penis grew at an alarming rate, and I ground my hips forward into hers. "Mmm," she responded. Her hips pushed back at me once, then twice, and then just as hard as I was pushing into her. The feel of her body melting into mine brought me all the way to hardness. I stopped kissing her mouth and moved down to the side of her neck. I could feel her pulse trembling through my lips as they brushed her skin. I moved up to her ear and drew in the feminine aroma of her delicate feature. Lynn trembled against me and hummed. I knew she was mine, then. "What are you doing?!" She gasped at me, breathless. I led her wordlessly to the bedroom. She had two small piles of folded clothes on the bed. I kissed her again, in front of her marriage bed, and held her tightly. Now that I had her in my arms, I didn't want to let her go. Ever. I reached my hands up as we kissed and ran my fingers up into her hair. I cupped her head, tenderly, and kissed her beautiful face. With her lips on mine, and our tongues making love to each other, I didn't want to ever end this kiss. I didn't care what the consequences were. I didn't care if I was considered insane or a danger to society. My feelings for this married woman were that strong. We reached a silent, mutual agreement to strip out of our clothes. My eyes were held to her as she revealed her curves. Her skin was creamy and silky, calling to me in all the ways that are secret and forbidden to speak of in public. My head swam with the urgency of wrapping my arms around this naked beauty. We locked once more in a kiss as we pressed naked bodies together. My erection nestled in between her thighs, and she moved against it. It felt so wonderful there. I lowered her gently to the bed and laid alongside her. I reached my hand down and stroked her small pubic mound. She was a shaver, even at her age. She was forty, and looked exquisite. No, not like a teenager. No, no, no. Teenagers aren't "exquisite." Teens don't know how to wash, generally, and look more like little boys than fully grown, sensually mature women. Teens don't have the fullness of a mature breast. Teen tits are not ripe. Teens don't have the tiny, expressive wrinkles around the corners of their eyes. Teen eyes are like cartoons - no definition. Teens don't have the wonderful laugh lines of experience and joy. No, teen faces lack character. Whereas a teen might be a work of art to some, to me teens are monochrome, simplistic paintings of a singular, geometric shape. But Lynn, at her age, was a panorama of detail and subtlety that was a true masterpiece. I nuzzled her neck and ran my fingers down to her moist warmth, in that forbidden area between her legs. Her own wedding ring sat on her finger, mute to what I was doing. It represented the barrier to men of the world doing to her what I was doing. My finger dipped into her folds and found wetness. She shifted her legs open as I rubbed lightly up and down over her clit and into her opening. All the while I kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest above her breasts. Her skin was smooth and luxurious. I kissed the bones underneath the skin - the bones that were her clavicle. She moaned against me and fumbled for my erection. I shifted so she could get at it. Her hand on me was cool and tender. Her fingers massaged my penis with a light touch. It was fantastic. My finger stroked her and made love to her. I wanted to memorize every detail. I never wanted to forget this. My tongue on her nipple sent her spiraling out of control - much like I felt by what was happening. Her breathing became gasps, again, like from the kissing, only more urgent. Her body squirmed next to me as she fought to get more. She was enjoying this, too, and I was serenely happy. Her hips signaled her orgasm to me as her thighs closed on my hand and she convulsed against me. Her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened in a silent release of pleasure. She might have been afraid her neighbors would hear. I got my hand free and crawled up over her. Like the opening of Heaven's gates, her legs spread for me in invitation and acceptance. Her most private area was exposed beneath me as my penis aimed directly at it. I sat on my haunches between her legs and guided my erection with my hand. I rubbed the helmet all over her very inviting pussy, and then teased her clit as I rubbed up and down over her hood. She jerked several times and reached up to grab my shoulder. She pulled at me and raised her hips in a silent communication to fuck her. No, this wasn't going to be so fast, or meaningless. I wanted to remember this forever. I teased her opening and continued rubbing her. With each tease, I would poke the head of my penis into her folds, almost penetrating, but not quite. I worked her into frustration. I teased her until she not only wanted me, but needed me. I'm not the measure of self-control. Don't get me wrong. Each teasing poke was getting harder. It wasn't planned that way, rather I was trying to hold back from just ramming my prick into her and fucking her until she screamed. You see, I didn't want this sex I was having with her to be like that. No, I wanted this to be love. I had watched her so many times from across the street that my obsession wanted to be released in a way that satisfied, in a way that spoke of my lust and love at the same time. Yes, love. Love at first sight, and all that. I felt Lynn and I had shared that unspoken spark the first time we were introduced. But who was I kidding? Would I ever be satisfied with a singular act of lust and love? Never. I was in my own world, almost. I was trying to read her face, her gasps - was trying to memorize them to cherish them forever, but I was also sinking my penis into her with each poke. Her legs opened even more and in my fever and need I slid more into her than I had wanted to at this point. I looked down at my shaft as half of it was up inside of her. I cannot tell you how beautiful and wonderful that sight was. I don't think I have the capacity to express the immensity of the wonder. With slow motions from my hips, I watched in fascination as my erection slid into her a half inch at a time. When my eyes began to see swirling dots, I realized that I hadn't been breathing. I sort of lost control then. I pumped my hips and slid in and out of her. Her insides were very warm and tender. Her vaginal canal welcomed me in and wrapped my entire shaft in a sexual hug that was unlike any other. Thrilling tendrils of pleasure radiated from my sensitive shaft as it felt her forbidden area. I was laying on her, my elbows supporting me on either side of her as my hands roamed over her face, feeling her nose, her chin, her mouth, her temples. I kissed her yet again as my erection pulled me forward. I never wanted this wonderful moment to end. Ever. But my flesh is only of men, and not gods. The pleasure coursed through me softly at first, but then more urgently. My thrusts became deeper and longer. Her hips rose to meet mine as she indicated she was willing and ready. Our moans and gasps were soft and private. I laid down on her and nuzzled her neck as I tried to slow down. Her pumping hips threw me over the edge, though. I felt like I was balanced on a thin string over a vast precipice and her hips pushed me over. With the realization that those tickles in my feet and the tensing of my back signaled that the end was near, that I was falling, and that she was welcoming my fall, I shoved as much of my swelling penis as I could get into her. My balls were pressed up against her as I convulsed in my own orgasm and entered into the realm of euphoria. I squirted my sperm into her willing depths and relished the feel of each squirt convulsing up the length of my shaft and leaving the end of my penis to join with her. The aftershock of my orgasm continued to ripple through me, slower each time, but with a harsh release that made me blink. "Mmm," she said. "What possessed you to do this?" I savored the feel of her arms around my neck, the feel of her skin pressed against mine, the beauty of her face so close to my gaze, and the wet embrace of her pussy. I smiled at her. I wanted this one instant to go on and on without end. I wanted to love this woman forever. I wanted to be with her and hold her and laugh with her. I wanted her life to always be a happy one, without tears, without heartaches. I wanted her to smile so much that the already prominent smile lines got deeper. There was nothing like the smile of this wonderful woman. Nothing so bright, nothing so gorgeous, nothing so sensual. I stroked her head and said the only thing I could in response. "I love you, Lynn." She looked at me with love, but with suspicion, too. "Is this some trick to get out of cleaning the apartment?" I laughed, but at the same time I wanted to cry. The pain of the love crushing my heart paralyzed me. In my past, I had been married before, really young. Unfortunately, my first wife and I were both equally young and stupid. Love was a concept that wasn't fully grown back then. What I had just shared with Lynn was all love. I'm not sure if some quack psychiatrist would consider me mentally healthy. I was consumed with Lynn, and I always would be. "Nah, I just couldn't help myself." My own smile was sad and happy at the same time. Happy because we had shared what we just did, and it was beautiful. Sad because I didn't think that even forever would be long enough to express my love to this woman. She kissed me tenderly and then said, "I love you, too." "Guess I'll get cleaned up and back to work on the apartment." "Aww," she said as I got off her. Lynn is my wife. We own the apartment across the street that we rent out for additional income. In between renters, I work on the place. Sometimes, though, when I see her from across the street, I can't help but adore her. Across the Street I used to long for the guy across the street, Noah, to notice me. I was shy, but on warm spring days I would read out on my front lawn hoping he'd come over and talk. Turns out he was too nervous to make a move as well. I'd watch him from my kitchen window as he would emerge from his house each morning to go to work and then get off the transit at 5:15 and walk home. It got to the point that my days would revolve around his schedule. On Saturdays he would mow his lawn or tend to his gardens or clean the gutters. He would be dressed in his Saturday clothes; rugged and relaxed. I was especially attracted to Noah when he dressed like this. It seemed so much more natural for him than his weekday wear of a suit and tie. On Sundays Noah would chill out the most. I'd watch him emerge around noon in only a bathrobe, hair messy and face proud with full weekend stubble. He would sit on his veranda and sip away on what I presumed to be coffee and watch the world go by. This was the time that I had the chance to get his attention. After years of pining, I decided to get serious about Noah and started spending each week thinking up a plan for Sunday. My first attempt I was full of butterflies. I visited my sister out of town from Friday - Sunday with my return timed for his porch sitting. I drove around the neighborhood for 10 minutes before I got the nerve up to enter my driveway in front of him, get out of the car, retrieve my bag from its place tucked in the back of the trunk (so that I had to stretch to reach it), walk to my front door, bend over at the waist to pick up the newspaper and go inside. I could not tell if he had watched my act or not. By the time I peeked out from behind the curtain in my living room, he was focused on a robin sitting in his magnolia tree. I knew in order to gauge his response next time I would have to be able to watch him during my act. So, the next week I bought a video camera and placed it on its tripod in my bedroom window. I spent the week getting used to it. Focusing on the chair on his porch, recording the neighborhood and then reviewing the tape, I even videotaped my act so that I could practice and perfect it before Sunday. When noon rolled around on Sunday, I was much more confident and prepared than for my first attempt. I lined the camera up on Noah and pressed record. Then, dressed in a tight tank top and a pair of grubby old overalls, I went outside to the garage and got the ladder. I leaned it against the garage roof and climbed its height. I reached high above me and removed the old light bulb from the coach light and placed it in my left pocket. Then I took a fresh bulb from my right pocket and screwed it slowly into the socket, making sure to lean just right to show off my bare stomach where my shirt had pulled up. Then I climbed down the ladder and put it away, and after closing the garage, went inside to view the tape. Before pressing the stop button, I watched Noah for a while, zooming in on his eyes and lips and hands resting on his lap. I slipped the tape into the VCR in my bedroom and watched with great interest. At first Noah was simply enjoying the afternoon; sipping on his hot drink, watching some kids walk by on the sidewalk with their red wagon. Then my ladder caught his eye and he watched my activities. His eyes climbed the ladder with me and followed my hand to the light bulb. They slipped down my arm to my shoulders and on to my waist, then rested there for some time. They gained interest as I pocketed the bulb and took the new one out. At this time he put down his mug as I stretched back up to the socket and then he leaned forward as I screwed. His eyes fell on my exposed skin as though they longed to touch it and I knew that I should continue my Sunday escapades. I watched the rest of the video from the comfort of my bed where I could rewind the tape again and again until I was able to tease and pleasure myself into a frenzied, heavenly orgasm. How I longed for the day that Noah would join me in the act. But, I knew building up the desire would make it a whole lot more fun. Each time I would feel more and more self assured. The third Sunday was bold for me. Thank god the weatherman was right, it was a hot day, so I dressed in a modest but pin-up style bikini and watered my hedges in my front yard. The hose was damp and firm filled with pressure and I held it with knowledgeable hands (I had spend the previous week practicing with a broom handle in my livingroom). My barefeet danced me around the yard to reach each plant and, when lined up with Noah while watering the frontmost hedge, I reached out my arm for a neighborly wave, making sure to elongate my scarcely clothed body. Noah shyly nodded back before quickly looking away, pretending that he had not been eyeing me. I turned my back, making sure not to look his way again so that he could return his gaze to me. Before returning the hose to its home, I stood beneath it with my neck swanlike, taking a long and thirsty drink from its stream. I was eager to rush to my bed to view the new tape of Noah, but I made sure to slowly walk the length of the yard to the door across the wet grass for maximum exposure. Once inside I sprinted up the stairs stood behind the camera. I eyed my sheer curtains beyond the tripod and on impulse ran my hand across them, caressing the fabric. Feeling immensely frisky, I started to undress in the hopes that Noah would still be watching my house. I untied the halter strap around my neck and let it fall. I slowly pulled the now wet top down, exposing my tender and ready breasts. They bounced in their freedom and I cupped them before adding a hearty tweak to each nipple. I let out a giggle and they jiggled happily. Then I slid my hand down first over my ribs and on to my smooth and taught tummy finally to its resting place in the front of my bikini bottoms where it poised a moment before rubbing the newly shaved area. It was soft like velvet. I found my little button and circled it gently. It was supple, yet dry so I delved below for some moisture and as I suspected I was ripe with berry juice. I rolled my fingers in it and brought some up to my view. It strung between my fingers with abundance. Needing Noah's eyes fully on my, I pulled upon the curtains and returned my fingers to my clit and smothered it with erratic motions. I cocked my head back in ecstasy. After a long time, I turned my back to the window and removed the last of my bikini, bending over as it fell to the ground to reveal my swelling honey pot to Noah. Then, I took the tape from the camera and moved to the TV. I rewound it and sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting the show that would push me over the edge. I watched as Noah watched me in my yard. His eyes were full of longing and intensity. I watched them sink as I left the yard and him lean deep into his chair. Some time went by before he scanned my house for activity, then he spotted my bedroom and his face lit up. His looked around to make sure no one was in view, and then his hands moved to his groin. He rubbed through his robe and then exposed a throbbing, glorious work of art. I hadn't expected such a show and I nearly couldn't resist coming. But I wanted to watch him come first. I withdrew from my fondling and watched in wonder. He rubbed the tip with his thumb as he watched my display in the window. Then he seized the shaft and I could see his body start to tremor. His face changed as if a light bulb light above him and he recovered himself and went inside. I was disappointed in this, but he returned with a notepad. He wrote something and held it up: "Want to come over?" A grin spread across my face and I hurriedly slipped on a dress. I practically slid down the stairs and out the door. I rushed across the street and found him on his chair waiting for me. I was pleasantly relieved to find a tent still remained in his robe. After a nervous moment I stepped between his legs, leaned down and kissed his bristly face. His lips were softer than I'd imagined and I melted as his hands moved to grip my waist. I slid down and opened his robe, now hidden by the veranda's trim. I licked the length of his member and enveloped it with an unrivaled hunger. As I moved ravenously up and down I could sense him trying to hide his desires from the neighbors with subtle grunts and moans and clenched hands, so I lay myself out on wooden planks of the porch away from any prying eyes and pulled him down with me. He nudged my legs open and kissed my clit lovingly before placing himself at my opening. He held it there, subtle and tempting and looked me deep in the eyes before satisfying my craving with a welcome, forceful plunge. I let out a deafening cry of passion as he rhythmically filled me with his pulsing member. Neither of us could sustain the intensity and so we escalated to eruption without delay. We lay together on the floor; our nether regions and hearts throbbing in unison for some time before the cool breeze of the evening tickled our skin. I spent the rest of the night becoming familiarized with his house. By morning, I was no stranger to his dining table, kitchen counter, sofa, deep freezer lid, stairs, workbench, bed or shower. We put both our houses on the market within the week and bought a nice little place in the country where we could make all the noise we wanted without having to worry about prying neighbors.