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By: chinook75



It's been three and a half years since I left for college. My best friend, Danielle has moved in with my dad and has gone to the local community college. Her degree is in medical records and she works in a chiropractic office. All this time her parents have thought my dad was being kind to have her live at his house while they moved to a new city for work. 

Danielle graduated high school with me and has joined me in bed with dad since the summer after my we turned 18. You might remember my telling you about that in "Thank You, Daddy" where dad and I got together for the first time. We've had great times together since then. Danielle and I both know what an accomplished lover my dad is. Now, I want to tell you what happened when Danielle sets her mind to a plan

Danielle sleeps with my dad every night. I've come home from college to find them in bed together many times. Danielle says she's addicted to my dad's cock and emails me the details of some of their times together. HOT! HOT! HOT! Since the first time I told Danielle about what dad and I do in bed, she's been so horney for him. Even now she tells me how she loves to come home from the office and sneak into the house where she strips off her clothes and comes up behind him while he's working at his desk. I can imagine what Danielle's breasts feel like when rubbed against the back of his head. She's done that to me many times when we're naked together. She said my dad just turned around and started to suck and lick her nipples like they were the sweetest fruits. She would be so dripping wet even before she started to remove his shirt. 

His fingers would start moving in and out of her pussy when she suddenly realized she wanted a baby sucking at her full breasts. That's what she told me. Her biological clock started ringing. She wanted to share her breast milk with dad and me and a baby. So she decided to stop taking her birth control pills that day.

That's the day she began teasing my dad about making babies. She said it was as if dad was on an aphrodesiac because he got hard with even the hint of the idea of getting Danielle pregnant. Danielle showed him a calendar where she kept track of her periods. Dad enjoys and occasional "bloody fuck" when Danielle is in the mood. I swear nothing stops these two from getting it on once the fuse is lit. 

Anyway, Danielle started talking about it while dad was playing with her breasts one night. She started rubbing the back of his head and moaning, "that's it make mommy cum. Let me feed you." and "Oh, it feels so good when you suck my tits in the middle of my cycle. They're so sensitive." when she got to "put your seed in me. Fill my womb with your seed!" and "Don't pull out. Make me pregnant!" Dad was pounding away like he wanted to really make her a mommy.

That's when she found out that dad had a vasectomy shortly after I was born because my mom didn't want another child. In some way, I think that was part of the reason they divorced when I was ten. Dad came from a bigger family and said he liked the idea of more kids, but mom always worked and said it interfered with her career, so she finally talked him into it.

Danielle said if she'd known that, she would never have been on birth control. She was feeling really down about the prospect of not ever having kids with dad, but it never stopped her from satisfying him. She started talking about having dad get it reversed so she could get knocked up by him.

More and more of the love play centered around her getting unprotected sex, that dad should get his vasectomy reversed. As a matter of fact, he had it done just before he scheduled a business trip so he had time to recuperate. As he later told me, he didn't tell Danielle so as to surprise her. Well, he didn't tell me either. The real story begins when I come home for a break from college.

"How's it going, Danielle?" I called to her. 

"Chrissy, you're here! What a great surprise!" we talked about college, jobs, my college love life and had a great time catching up. Then she said, "I missed you." and hugged me close. 

I asked, "Is dad home?"

Dannie said, "Not yet, but he's coming in tonight." "Why, do you want to get together and surprise him?" 

I replied, "It would be fun. Let's see what we can wear to get his attention." Dannie gave me a wicked little smile and we went upstairs to her room.

I looked around and said,"you haven't used this room much since I went to college three and a half years ago, have you?" 

Danielle smiled and said, "No, It's my closet and overflow storage. Right after New year's the first year I was staying here, I moved into his bed and we've been there ever since. I guess you really knew that since all three of us spend a lot of our time there when you are home." 

I looked at her and said, "I knew that first day I gave you to dad that he couldn't refuse you. Does this mean I'm your best friend and here you are going to be my new "Mom"?"

"Not yet. Dad hasn't really asked me to marry him, but I've got a plan that will make me a mommy, I hope."

I looked at Danielle with unspoken questions on my lips, but she just said, "I'll tell you about it later. Right now, let's see if we can put something together to keep your dad from falling asleep when he comes in the door." We went to her closet and I looked in. What a shock. She had so many new and pretty things to wear I was in awe. I turned to look at her and she had taken off her shirt and jeans.

My mouth started to water and so did my pussy at the sight of he beautiful body. Her skin was soft and her bra encased breasts hung down when she bent over to take off her socks to where I could almost see the nipples. 

She looked up at me and said, "C'mon, we need to pick something out." I simply started to unbutton my blouse and unhook my belt an skirt. 

When my skirt hit the floor, I heard Danny gasp. "What's wrong?" I said. 

She just looked at me and said, "Don't take off the garter and stockings. They make you look so sexy I want to eat you up." 

I moved over to her and said, "I won't stop you if you want to try. I was horney most of the afternoon on the drive home just thinking about doing you." 

We stared at each other. Eyes darting from face to breasts to panties. We moved to touch, then to kiss and finally to mold our bodies together. My large 36DD breasts squeezed against her pert 34 C's and our lips touched for the first time in a long, long time. The lightest of barriers separated us. I was ready to go as I wrapped my arms around her. I unhooked the bra that blocked my hands from the soft radiant skin of her back. I felt the flesh that I had missed while away at college. Passion started to burn inside me at being back with my lover. 

I flashed a memory of the first time we made love. Fear, excitement, anticipation, reluctance and the powerful draw of the love we felt for each other helped us find that first satisfying release we craved just before 10th grade. She eagerly released my bra and we savored the touch only two women can really experience. Nipple brushing nipple; soft, pliant flesh moving together. Nerves transmitting the pleasure and texture almost directly to the brain and our sweet nether regions at the same time. Then our lips met again and tongues touched. I was almost afraid I would devour her. I felt her hands reach around me and hold my head in place as her lips made a journey from my lips; across my cheeks, down my neck and back to my mouth. Then she kissed my eyes and forehead and back again to my mouth; then to the ears and eyes. It was breathtaking.

I shuddered as my excitement grew. My hands were not idle. I rubbed up and down the Dannie's back and felt the smooth, firm cheeks of her ass. I reached past her silky thong and dipped a finger into her passion. Her slippery liquid had started to escape its container in preparation for that manly object that was nowhere in sight. We had just begun and I wanted to bury myself into her core already. Memories of her flavor and the texture of those other lips had me moving to the bed. Danielle followed with a slight separation so her hands could wrap lovingly around my breasts. My nipples were so sensitive.

"I love these beauties. I always have. Although in the beginning, I was jealous and wanted a set just like them." Dannie chuckled, "Now I realize that I want them right where they are - on you so I can enjoy their size and texture all over; again and again."

She sat on the bed and brought me over to her hands and lips. I moaned as she sucked one then the other. My hand went to the back of her head and pressed it into my excited flesh. I touched her shoulders and the sides of her face and then she pulled at my lace panties. She stripped them down my legs and her hands pulled me over her side to the bed. Quickly standing, she removed her own thong and we came back together. I couldn't stop myself from rolling on top of her.

I countered, "I was always jealous of your tits. They never seem to sag. They're perky and firm and I love the feel of your nipples in my mouth." I attacked her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts with the ardent fervor of a lioness ripping a gazelle apart for sustenance. Our bodies were heating up. A light sheen of sweat began to appear between her breasts and the intoxicating smell of two women in heat began to permeate the room. Our initial purpose to review wardrobe now forgotten, we explored and turned to experience all the tactile pleasures we could. Two lovers meeting again knowing where and how to touch. Bodies rising and falling as fingers and lips begin to connect in deeper passions. 

I won't say I was first to bring my mouth to her pussy, but it was within a few heartbeats from the feel of her tongue traveling along my own vulva. There is nothing quite as sexy as the sound of a skilled tongue and mouth in the moist folds between a woman's legs. Whether done by a man or a woman, the lick, suck, slurp, grunt and hum is like no other. Two women have the advantage of a stereo effect One set of noises and sensation close and another from the reciprocating engine between her own legs. If you've ever tried cunnilingus in a true sixty-nine, you know it is almost impossible to concentrate on a release while your concentration is focused on creating the pleasure needed to reach the same goal as your partner. Instead, the feelings build and fall in waves. I wanted to succeed in getting Dannie to her peak first. I persisted in my attack.

I tried with my tongue, my lips, fingers inserted into her wet recesses while she tried to accomplish the same on me. I was the one who finally lost the battle. I tensed and groaned as my orgasm erupted inside me. At almost the same time my involuntary spasms sent three fingers deep into Dannie and they curled up against her G-spot. I really didn't know what I had done at that moment, but her reaction was immediate. Dannie's head jerked back as if in a seizure and I heard her scream out. No real words were formed, but she and I collapsed together; my arms around her legs; her hands holding my ass. It had been so intense, I began to sob in relief. 

Slowly Danielle raised her head to look at me and said, "Wow! That was one of the most incredible feelings of my life! Why are you crying?" 

Between sobs I said, "I've missed you so much and this was incredible for me, too. You make me so glad I'm a womwn" I slowly crawled up the bed to her staring in her eyes. "I really do love you!"

The return of her gaze was languid and deep as she said, "What are we going to do when dad comes in; attack him or play it cool??" 

I giggled, then laughed, "I don't know about you, but I'm going to rest up a bit, and then fuck him stupid." 

She began laughing and said, "You really are horney, aren't you?" 

I replied, "You get him every day. I haven't had his good hard cock in ages. Lets see if we can get all sexed up for him when he walks in the door." We slowly got off the bed and went back to the closet. She gave me a ruffled red nightgown that was almost see-through while she picked out a short, form-fitting black dress. I put it on with a garterbelt and stockings topped off with underware consistingof a patch of red fabric with strings that tied at the hips. I really felt slutty and hot.

Danielle offered, "I'll put your car in the garage and close the door. Then, when he comes in, I'll meet him at the door. You hide upstairs in the bedroom and I'll work him up before he sees you. That outfit will knock his socks and pants off." 

I told Danielle I wanted to shower first and she said she'd join me in a second. The two of us went to shower and enjoyed a closeness as well as some touches and feeling of each other's bodies. We almost were carried away again. We wanted to save some of the passion for later so we hurried and dried ourselves and "dressed-up" for daddy. We set some mood music, sipped wine and talked some more while we waited.

It wasn't too much longer when we saw the taxi drop off a passenger and suitcase at the walkway out front. I went upstairs to follow the plan, but hesitated at the top of the stairs to watch the action below. True to her word Dannie opened the door and stood waiting for dad. The black dress was perfectly molded to her figure. 

He walked into the house and closed the door. I saw the glint in his eyes as he raked his eyes up and down Dannie's tightly wrapped body. His eyes lingered at her plunging neckline. She reached for him and their embrace tightened as he kissed her. I heard him say, "I really missed you and have something exciting to tell you!" in little gasps that came from his mouth between kisses and gulps for air. 

Dannie just said, "Shhhh, time for talk later. You have a woman to satisfy." I hoped she meant me and I giggled inside as she made a 

conspiratorial smile and began to unbutton his shirt. Dad didn't have a clue what was waiting for him up here.

I watched as they played. He reached behind Dannie to loosen her dress. She kissed him again and unbuckled his pants and reached into his briefs for the prize. I saw him pull the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and he kissed her neck and shoulder. His hands held the top of her dress to her breasts as he squeezed and molded the flesh under the silky material. His shirt came off, he stepped out of the pants and shoes and I was amused by the man standing in briefs and black socks. Men are not beautiful in their underwear. There is no doubt the broad shoulders and strong chest is sexy, but black socks and white briefs do nothing to enhance a man's comeliness. I almost couldn't wait to have his tight ass and long cock in front of me, but Dannie was taking her time. 

Her dress fell around her hips and dad stared at her breasts. Once again his hands moved along her sides and upward toward her breasts. She grabbed one of his hands and turned to the steps. I moved quickly and silently to the bedroom and hid behind the door. He laughed at her eagerness, stepped gingerly out of his fallen garments and followed her into the room. Dannie hooked her thumbs into the sides of the dress and made it fall to the floor. Dad made a sharp intake of his breath and whistled at what he saw. She stood naked except for a lacy garter belt and sheer stockings. He pulled off his socks and pulled down his briefs as the both moved toward the bed. She whirled him around and made him sit. 

I chose that moment to reveal myself.

Movement caught his eyes and they widened as he looked over to where I stood. The sheer red nightgown and matching garter belt lightly covered my form. Dannie went to her knees and grabbed his cock. "I said you had a woman to satisfy. I lied; you have two." Her hand began to stroke his length and I could see the shiny pre-cum wet the tip. 

"Hi, daddy. Did you miss me, too?" I smiled and moved forward to the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Oh, sweetheart! I can't believe you're here. You look incredible." His hand grabbed my full breast. It was quite a hand full for him and I saw his eyes close as Dannie took his cock into her mouth. We'd done this before, but it still felt wonderful. The three of us moving together. Danielle's lips were successful in bringing dad's cock to full attention. Once again bartholin glands began secreting the needed lubricant of love within Dannie and I wafted into the air. Lovemaking is as much about smell and taste as it is about sight and touch. Add in the symphony of moans, grunts and sighs and your mind begins to record the combinations for future reference. Whenever I make love, these flashes of memory heighten my pleasure. It keeps building inside me until I just want to explode in my ultimate release.

I wanted to see Danielle getting fucked. I wanted to watch the entrance of a cock into her body. I wanted to watch her face as the nerve bundles in her vagina recognized the familiar feel of the cock she loved. I reached down and pulled on Dannie's hand. She looked up to see my flushed face and lifted herself over my dad. She was on her hands and knees with her breasts above his lips. His attention was on them as he kissed and nipped at their tips. He shuffled up the bed and brought his legs horizontal as Dannie lowered her hips to meet his penis. I reached over to help guide it into her and watched with fascination as the glans spread the lips; how her hips moved to surround the head, then the foreskin, then ever increasing thrusts caused the shaft to disappear inside her. I moved my hand away and brought it to my lips. I smelled her fragrance and tasted some of the juices that now covered my father's cock. 

They moved together with a well practiced conservation of energy. Her hips moved forward to increase the contact on her clit as he plumbed her depths. Watching her beautiful ass moving up and down had me mesmerized. I her her sighs increase and looked over to see my dad sucking on Dannie's tits. His upward thrust and her downward movement caused her breast to push into his face. His eyes were closed as hes face moved back and forth along the softness of her breasts. I really felt a part of their passion flow over me as my hand and fingers mimicked their increased movement. I laid back beside my dad and kissed his cheek then licked his ear. He was momentarily distracted, turned his face and kissed my lips. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and glanced up a Dannie's face. She was totally concentrating on her climax. Moving together, dad and I each took one of Dannie's nipples and began to rub and pinch them at the aureoles.

My other hand moved faster between my legs. Dad was making long deep strokes into Dannie lifting her hips higher in his effort to get as deep as possible. Dannie became vocal. "More; just a little more! Unhh! Unhh! OOOOOOOOHHHHH!" I knew her squeezing orgasm would trigger my dad. He pushed in deep one more time and held it as his ejaculate sprayed deep inside Dannie's womb. I also joined them and came from my own manipulations. 

My release was a short one. Over only half minute later. "Oh my Gooood! You two are incredible! If we ever found a way to bottle that passion, we'd be millionaires,"

Dad was catching his breath and looked up at Danielle. He said, "I missed you, too, lover."

Dannie smiled and responded, "I could tell. I haven't been fucked that well since our little tryst next to the stream in the park." She looked at me and continued, "The outdoors just seems to bring out the best in your dad." Dannie was looking at me when her eyes scrunched questioningly. "I thought you were going to go first?" 

I smiled at her and said, "I couldn't help it. My deep down voyeuristic tendencies couldn't resist watching the experts in action. You were so sexy. I'm really in awe of what you and dad have. It must be you two are really hopelessly in love."


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Dad cleared his throat and added, "I was so ready to get laid, I wasn't able to tell you about my surprise. I'm so sorry Dannie. I may have assumed too much this time. I wanted to tell you first so we could agree." 

Danielle furrowed her brow and asked, "what are you talking about? What are you sorry for? Did you find another woman while you were away? Oh, nooo!" Fear started to creep into the tone.

Dad smiled and said quickly, "No, NO! Absolutely not! I'd never do that. I love you! I love you so much I had the surgery to reverse my vasectomy. This was potent sperm I just shot into you, not blanks" 

Dannie looked stunned. "You mean you just came inside me unprotected and made a baby?"

"Well, yes...maybe.... I don't know for sure. The doctor said there's a 40% chance of failure if the scar tissue blocks the tube. Anyway, I wanted to tell you first, before we.........you know. Are you OK with this. Getting pregnant with me as the dad, I mean?" 

I'd never seen Danielle's face like that before. It was all sort of glowing and smiling and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Dad jumped up and hugged her. "Tell me it's OK. Tell me you'll marry me. Be happy! Don't cry, please!"

"You silly man. You silly, stupid, annoying man. Don't you know tears of joy when you see them? Of course, I'll marry you. You have made me so happy these last few years. I always dreamed you'd want me forever." They were hugging and kissing so much I felt really stupid for being there. "Crissy!" Danielle looked at me and almost laughed. "This means your best friend is really going to be your step mom. You're going to have step brothers and sisters! It's going to be crazy and wonderful!" 

I still had a frown on my face. "I guess I'll leave you two alone, now I don't want to spoil the moment."

She chided me,"Don't be silly, Crissy. We both still want you here in bed with us. We'll need to be a bit more careful now that your daddy doesn't shoot blanks, but I don't ever want to lose what we have in be together." I perked right up and I felt my dad start rubbing my breasts. Dannie moved over to hug me and I felt loved again. A flicker of movement caught my eye as dad's cock started to get hard. 

A wicked thought crossed my mind as I mentally calculated back to the end of my last period. No, I couldn't be thinking that, could I? Eleven days ago it ended. I'm coming into my fertile time of month. I looked at them both and boldly lied to them, "It's a good thing it's my safe time of month or we'd have to stop and get some condoms." 

I lowered my head and turned to suck on my dad's cock. I thought to myself that I might just have a surprise of my own to bring to graduation next spring. As my dad and I started heating up, Danielle laughed and said, "Next!"



I love feedback! I haven't written a story for a while and I hope this one meets your expectations. With enough positive feedback, I could be persuaded to continue the exploits of Chrissy and Dannie as they get ready for a honeymoon right around spring break. You tell me. Will they be pregnant by then? Neither of then, One or both? Or should I add some new players? Love to hear from you.



Next!



I couldn't be there. I couldn't stay there. I didn't know what came next. I hadn't looked at the script. I just knew I couldn't be there.

I tripped down the stairs of brownstone and out onto the sidewalk of Richmond's Fan District. It was dark already. I instinctively turned left, toward the downtown area, and shuffled along with my hands in the pockets of my jacket. At least I had my jeans jacket. The weather had turned nippy. It had been much warmer just a few minutes earlier, when I'd gotten back. I just had on a T and my jeans, though, having pulled them on quickly at his command. It wasn't cold when he'd sent me out. But I was cold now. I was shivering. I don't know if that was from the cold, though.

Nick had sent me out for cigarettes. I didn't even notice until I got back that he had almost a full carton right there on the nightstand.

He'd sent me away so I wouldn't see.

Where was I heading. I didn't know. But, yes I did. I was so keyed up, there was only one place for me to go when I was in this state. Nick had denied himself to me for so long. It was driving me crazy. I'd never gone this long without it before. He was so controlling. And to come home, after a fool's errand, and to find him . . . .

I had to let off steam before whatever came next. There was only one place. Davey's Locker. I hadn't been in there for ages, and I'd heard it had gotten a lot rougher. And it was Saturday night. High party night. But for how I felt, the release I needed, it was the only place I could walk to. And my body already knew that, because that's where it was leading me. Right out of the Fan District and into the seedy tenderloin underbelly of Richmond's downtown.

Davey's Locker was right there where I'd last seen it. Even more run down than before, but it was a Saturday night, and it had a good crowd and a noisy band giving off a frenetic, insistent, intoxicating beat. There were guys stripping down already and dancing on the bar—although it was a little hard to see them through the smoke clouding the room. The floor was littered with used condoms. It was going to be one of those nights.

I found a place at the bar in the wake of a Hispanic delivery guy being guided toward the back by a big black dude.

I plopped down on the barstool, ordered a bottle of beer, and swiveled around to face the room. A blond college guy was dancing just to the left of me on top of the bar. He still had his briefs on, but a clutch of construction workers were zeroed in close to him, stuffing bills in his waistband and making offers, so I doubted he'd be up there very much longer. He seemed spaced out. Well, he shouldn't have come in here if he wasn't able to take care of himself.

I was beginning to feel better already. Fuck Nick, I thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. To go and do that to me. Well, I'd show him. All these months. I had time to make up for. When I wasn't so keyed up . . . when I'd taken care of that . . . then I'd figure out what came next.

I watched a couple of well-muscled shirtless black guys dancing real close together right at the edge of the dance floor. Practically making sex with each other right there in the middle of the crowd. But not like they were the only ones. And they were making me forget already. My eyes were slitted, watching them, and I was running my hand down my sides and felt myself hardening up inside my tight jeans. I took a couple of quick swigs of the beer to cool down. But that didn't make me feel cooler.

The black dancers were pelvis to pelvis and were undulating suggestively against each other to the rhythm of the music. The taller, thinner one, was moving a big hand, with long, sensuous fingers around the waist of the other one and I saw it disappear below the waistband of the other dancer's low slung jeans right where I could see his butt cheeks parted in the middle, and I saw the hand dig lower and lower. I could tell when the guy's fingers had found the other dude's rim, because the other dude went up on his toes and took the taller guy's face in his hands and went into a deep kiss.

Then something, a big bulky something, with heavily muscled arms and blue, red, and green tattooing spilling out of the arm and neck holes of his white T, was standing between me and the two black guys.

"Hey," he said. Another construction worker. One that I'm sure the others didn't mess with, though. Solidly built. Some sort of mixed breed. Maybe Caucasian and Vietnamese. Or Hawaiian. But something built like a Mack truck. Black hair in a pony tail; it probably came down to his shoulders when he let it down. Square jaw, a serious body builder; barrel chest, tiny waist, a six-pack to moan for. Low-slung faded jeans with construction dust on them. Construction dust on the boots too. But he'd pulled on a clean white T before coming in here. I gave him extra points for that. Slit arm holes; silky black pit hair. My cock told me I was interested. Was he next?

"Hey," I said back. I took another swig of the beer. I was probably drinking it to fast. But with what I'd just seen at Nick's, I'd be doing a lot more drinking tonight.

"Mind? You're clogging the scenery," I then said. He didn't move. He just stood there, swaying with the music a bit, giving me a sloppy grin. That's when I realized I had my hand on my piece. He seemed to enjoy the sight. If he wasn't next, I will have done something really stupid. But I wasn't in a hurry.

"I know you, don't I?" he asked, not moving—or at least not moving out of the way. He had actually moved in closer to me, jostled there by the slow swirling bodies of man meat on the make within the cloud of smoke.

I barely heard him. The band seemed to have gotten louder and to have put more of a thumping beat into the bass notes.

"What was that?" I nearly shouted.

"I said I think I know you," he repeated in a louder voice than before. "You used to come in here a lot. But then I heard you'd become Nick Jordan's punch. Nick Jordan, the movie star."

"Yeah, was. Not anymore."

"Not anymore what?" He shot back.

"Not Nick Jordan's punch anymore. Looking for what's next, I guess." I gave him a "are you next?" smile.

He said something, but I didn't catch it, because I'd been thrown off balance. The blond college guy had lost his briefs and was being pulled off the bar by the construction workers. They brushed against me as he came off in their arms, and I almost lost the beer bottle. I chugged what was left and turned and plunked the bottle down on the bar top. The replacement was already there, and I took a long pull from that before I turned back to the room. The tank was still there, even closer to me, and still with that sloppy grin on his face.

"Next up!" yelled the barkeep. "Who's next up?"

"You were wondering what's next," the big guy said to me through his big grin. "That could be you. I'd like to see that."

This wasn't like me. But I'd come here to be plastered and plowed into oblivion, so why the hell not?

Another swig on the beer. Then I peeled my T off and finished the beer in one long pull. I handled the bottle to the grinning tank and hopped up on top of the bar. I was greeted with whistles and catcalls all across the room. They wanted me.

The barkeep handed another bottle of beer to me as I kicked off my shoes—I wasn't wearing socks—and balanced on the top of the cold bar on the balls of my feet. I took a drag on the bottle and then began melding to the beat of the music, letting my body go with the flow of the rhythm. The whistles and catcalls increased in volume, and I heard several voices trying to cut through the din in the room, trying to tell me something, to give me instructions. But I couldn't pick out what they were saying, and I'd never needed instructions on how to dance for the men. It wasn't just the noise in the room; the booze was beginning to get to me. That was exactly what I wanted to happen. It had been too long. I had to punish Nick somehow. I took another pull on the beer and began to sway my torso to the flow of the music. I was running my free hand over my chest and belly . . . and lower. The hunky construction worker who had encouraged me to dance was still there right in front of me, closer to me, leaning into the stool. He had his crotch perched on the barstool and I could see that he had quite a package on him. And it was hard.

His was the first bill in my waistband. A twenty. Soon there were others; nothing less than a ten spot.

The barkeep was keeping a close watch, and when I'd topped $100 in bills, he yelled. Jeans! Jeans next! Lose the jeans.

I was a little reluctant to do that so soon, so I just moved the dance up a notch. I pushed the jeans down on my hips, but I got more expressive in my dance.

What I could see from my vantage point was helping me perform, was loosening me up and giving me incentive. The pair of black dancers were still there, but their positioning had changed. The taller one was now behind the other guy, very close behind. He was leaning against one of the tables and his partner had his butt wedged into his lap and was doing something of a lap dance for him. The taller guy had one hand cupping one of his partner's pecs and the other fanned out on his belly. If they hadn't both still had their jeans on, they'd be fucking—still to the rhythm of the band music.

The construction workers who had taken the blond college guy off the bar top weren't nearly as subtle. They had the college guy's belly laid on top of one of the tables and his legs spread, and they were standing in line, rolling on condoms, handling their meat, ready to take turns in fucking him. The first of the construction workers was already plowing away and well on his journey to paradise. The blond was laying there with a silly grin on his face, his mouth bubbling, obviously either very drunk or drugged out.

More money was being jammed into the waistband of my jeans, and the barkeep was yelling for me to get on to the next step.

A roar went up from the crowd, "Next! Next! Next!"

My own personal encourager leaned in to me and unbuttoned my fly and started peeling the jeans down off my legs. A roar of approval went up in the room. I'd been holding off because there were no briefs to display for the next phase.

The tank encased my cock in his hand and I continued dancing to the beat. He held his hand loose, so that I was fucking into it as I swayed with the music.

The first construction worker was finished with the blond college guy and drifted over to join the crowd gathering in front of me while the second worker in line thrust himself inside the blond. The blond gripped the edges of the table top, and I could tell he was moaning and groaning, but I couldn't hear him over the crowd and band noise.

The tank's hand was replace with his mouth, and he was giving me head while I danced to the band. Money was piling up on top of my crumpled jeans. I downed the beer, and the barkeep sent up another bottle. I was feeling a little hazy, which was exactly what I wanted to be feeling, and it was getting a little blurry at the edges of my eyes.

I heard a cheer in the room as the third construction worker finished with a shout inside the blond college guy, and this caused me to shoot my load, which led to an even louder cheer—and more bills.

I wasn't sure exactly when the tank lost his clothes and moved up behind me on the bar, but about the time my beer was renewed, I felt his big, hard cock throbbing against the small of my back, and he was swaying with me to the rhythm of the band, which had added an even louder thumping of the low bass.

I turned my eyes on the black dancing couple. They had lost their jeans and the tall guy, without a doubt, had his cock deep inside his partner's channel, as they performed a writhing lap dance.

I had my eyes plastered on them and the rhythm of their fuck, timed perfectly to the beat of the music, as the tank split me from the rear. He took me down on my knees, and the crowd surged toward us so as not to miss a single stroke. He had his arms wrapped around me and I dully looked down at the undulating tattoos on his bulging forearms as he moved my body to him and away from him, holding his cock steady inside me and letting his manipulation of my body create the friction of the fuck. He was filling me and stretching me. Nick hadn't done this much, hadn't possessed me so fully and deeply. I was trembling and moaning, and gulping in smoke-laced air in heavy gasps. I was completely fucked.

The construction workers were finished with the college student now, turning their bulging eyes to me and the tank, and he was gingerly pulling himself off the table top and hobbling over to collapse in a nearby chair. He had his arms akimbo and his head lolled back and he didn't even seem to notice when another guy came over and fed a fat cock into his gaping mouth.

The black dancers were watching me watch them, and the rest of the room disappeared for me and for them for several moments as we became one rhythmic fucking movement. The four of us as one, perfectly syncopated group fuck. A ballet of plowing. The tall black guy and my own personal tank ejaculated at almost the same moment with a long, harmonious sigh that seemed to echo all over the room, experienced by a whole crowd of men lost in the incredible sexual experience.

There seemed to be a long interval of near silence, as the ringing in my ears pushed the sound of the crowd and the band into the background. If everything had been a blur before it was twice as murky now.

I felt the hollow, cacophonous noise of the crowd and band music reasserting itself and the strong hands of the construction workers pulling me off the bar top and carrying me over to the table, where they had gangfucked the blond.

The barkeep was yelling, "Next! Next up!" and the crowd was beginning to take up the chant of "Next! Next! Next!" I took no notice of who replaced me on the bar top.

I was pushed flat on my belly on the tabletop, and the first in line of the construction workers was spreading my legs wide and pushing his cock at my hole. The rest of the gang was standing around me, licking their chops, tearing open condoms packets, and pulling on their meat. I looked wildly around for the black dancer pair I had briefly united with, but they were nowhere to be seen. I groaned and moaned as the construction worker split me and began to stroke inside me, holding me down roughly to the surface of the table with a fist in the small of my back. I wasn't going to complain. This is what I'd come for.

When I awoke, at least enough to take stock, I was on a double bed in a room not much larger than the surface of the bed itself. I was on my side, naked, looking up at a window almost touching my nose. The panes hadn't been washed in a decade, a hole—maybe a bullet hole?—had been covered with a criss-cross of masking tape. Not much of a view. The side of a dingy red-brick building that went up higher than the window would let me see. Gauzy mismatched curtains hung limping off a white plastic rod at the sides of the window. Not long enough to reach the sill or wide enough to cover the window if closed. Paint was peeling off the walls, and there were cracks in the plaster.

Nothing like Nick Jordan's bedroom, with its mottled-paint burgundy walls and the king-sized four-poster bed in the center of the room, with silk drapes and satin sheets. French doors on one side of the room overlooking a terrace and lap pool and two silk-draped windows on the opposite wall overlooking the tops of Japanese maples planted out on the curb of the avenue running down the center spine of the Fan District.

Gentle snoring brought me back to the present. A beefy tattooed arm was slung over my side, and a thumb and forefinger were stroking one of my nipples gently. My back was wedged into the firm muscles of the tank's chest and flat belly, and my butt was firmly skewered into his crotch by a tumescent, but still deeply digging cock up my channel. I could feel the strong heartbeat against my shoulder blades and he had his lips implanted in the hollow of my neck. His sighing, even in half sleep, told me that whatever we'd done here was certainly good for him and that he planned to do it again and again before I would be let off the bed.

Was this my next?

Or should what I do next be to gingerly retreat from him without awakening him and return to the brownstone in the Fan District and call 911 and have them come attend to the AIDS-ravished body of Nick Jordan, the movie star. The man who had not let me touch him in months, even though we'd been oh so careful. The lover who had left me when he said he would never do that—who had sent me out for cigarettes when he didn't need them because he didn't want me to see him die. The life's companion who had sent me stumbling into the street to try to cover my grief and pain in an orgy of forgetting.

Next. What was next? 



Next!



"Wow! That really sucks man," I said over the phone. One of my friends just broke down and told me the news. Divorce. He is an arrogant prick but still I felt sorry for him and his family. I had known Jake for almost ten years. I met his wife, played with his two kids, and generally got along with all of them. It came as a shock to me to hear that their marriage was over. I tried to be sympathetic. I listened to him moan and whine. 'Where did it go wrong?' 'How could she do this to me?'

Over the next few weeks I checked in with Jake. I wanted to make sure he didn't stick his head into an oven or hang himself with his pants down around his ankles. Who knows what depression will bring a person to? I encouraged him to seek some professional help. He did and they promptly put him on Prozac, the answer to all your problems!

Me? I'm single thank god. No worries about splitting assets, and child support and custody. I'm very happy thank you very much. So as the single man, I became the one with the answers and the one who apparently had the time to listen to my friends pour their hearts out about their problems. Jake wasn't the first to come to me with his divorce, and he won't be the last.

I have a bit of a reputation as a life coach. Not professionally, or anything, but I've been known to listen and give good advice and when a friend has a relationship end, I'm normally the one they point to afterwards as the person with the magic words and attitude that helped them put their life together again. That doesn't mean I take them on a weekend trip to Tijuana for a fuck and suck orgy with cheap whores or anything, but I do get them back their confidence and I might be a little too proud to say, their ego seems to be a bit stronger when I set them loose in the world of single life.

Jake had the misfortune to actually breed. He had two lovely little kids a six year old little girl named Jaden, and a four year old boy that always ignored his name of Jordan. Yeah they had a thing for J-names, although his wife's name was Karen...

So back to Jake, he was so anxious, even after the Prozac, about making sure the kids would be okay. This being a no-fault state, there was pretty much no way he would get full custody of the kids. I thought that was much better for him.

Slowly over the weeks as he would give me glimpses into the divorce and its proceedings, I discovered that Karen was not all at fault with the breakdown of their marriage. Jake, remember was a bit of a prick. It was a combination of things, but I guess in the end, they had grown apart and she had realized that he wasn't the man she thought he was. Some cruel words were exchanged in one argument and I had to drive over to Jake's apartment at one in the morning and calm him down.

The next evening I took Jake out with me to some bars. Just the two of us. No strings, no pressure. He was nervous.

"I got married so I wouldn't have to meet women anymore," he moaned.

I just smiled. "Buddy, you don't have to do anything, but staring at those four grey walls in your apartment all night long has got to stop. Come out. It'll take your mind off things, that and the liquor will at least!"

I started nice and light. The first bar was a bit dark and we ordered two beers and sat at one of the tables away from most the action.

"Okay Jake," I poured the beer down my throat. "There is something you have to remember now. It's important and something I try to tell everyone when a relationship goes bad."

He just sat there and stared at his beer.

"Jake!"

"What?"

"Are you listening?"

He nodded and met my gaze.

"You have to remember the most important word when it comes to relationships and meeting girls. It's a magic word and gives you power. It's my number one secret."

I had his attention now.

"You ready for this word?"

He nodded.

"Jake, this word will only have the impact on you when you are ready to hear it. Are you ready?"

"Yes," he said.

"The magic word is 'Next'," I said.

"Next what?" he asked.

"That's it. It's 'Next'," I said.

He shook his head. "I don't understand."

"I know you don't; I haven't explained it to you yet."

I got up and went back to the bar for another two beers. As I approached the bar I bumped into a nice brunette who was seated on one of the barstools.

She turned to look at who bumped her and I frowned at her.

"Watch it, punk," I deadpanned.

He mouth dropped open and she stared at me.

I ordered two beers and turned to her as she still watched me.

"I think for bumping me, you should pay for my beers."

I didn't bump you, you bumped me," she exclaimed.

I gave a real quick smile then went straight-faced again. "Look I don't even know you, maybe your little trick of bumping sexy men to get them to notice you works with others, but you have to do better than that to get to know me. Pay for my beers. That'll be a good start. I might be looking to add another friend to my list."

Gasping she didn't know how to react. The bartender brought back my beers and I motioned over to the brunette, her mouth still open and said, "She's got this."

I turned to her and winked, "I'm over at that table with a friend. You coming?"

I headed back over to Jake and the table. He had been watching me the entire time. Jake saw behind me the girl watch for a moment and then stand to follow. The bartender tapped her on the shoulder and reminded her of the bill. She quickly paid and with her drink in hand scrambled over to the table to join us. I of course didn't look back once.

"Ummm, hi," she said to Jake.

I looked back up at her and then pushed a chair out for her to sit in and join us.

She sat down unsure of herself and paying close attention to me.

"Jake here is getting a divorce," I filled her in, not looking at her.

"I'm his close friend and he needed some moral support tonight."

"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that," she looked at Jake.

"Thank you," Jake said. I'm sure he was confused as to why this pretty woman had come to our table.

"Listen," I leaned next to her and whispered conspiratorially into her ear, I made sure to blow into her ear softly as well as I took my time. "This place is a little too dark and boring for us, we need to cheer him up and go someplace fun. Think of something fun for us to do."

She breathed raggedly, her eyes were a little glossed over.

"We need to have some fun, I know just the place! Marco's!" I said and then jumped up and pulled her up in my arms. Marco's was a pretty mellow swing dance club. It had a fun atmosphere and was pretty non-threatening. Both of them would be comfortable there.

Without waiting for them to agree I walked out of the bar, the girl still in tow and Jake rushed to catch up to us. I hailed a cab and we all three squeezed into the back seat.

"Here, sit on my lap," I told the girl. She squirmed a little as she tried to get comfortable.

"Jake, you are gonna have fun tonight, this will get your mind off your ex-wife."

I turned to the girl, "She broke his heart, you know."

She murmured some sort of soothing remark, but she was far more focused on the growing bulge in my lap.

A moment later, she seemed to regain some control over her mind and she began to speak. "I know Jake's name, but I don't know yours. I'm ..."

I kissed her right at that moment, stopping her from saying her name. When I pulled back I looked her in the eyes.

"I don't want to know your name, and you don't want to know mine. This will be more fun and exciting, won't it?"

She paused.

"Haven't you ever thought about this? A mysterious man with no name, he doesn't know yours...That could happen here tonight."

She nodded, unsure of her voice. I smiled and kissed her again. She didn't hold back.

Soon we were at Marco's and as we entered the music was blaring. Looking at Jake I winked and turned to the girl.

"Be a dear and dance with poor Jake here, while I find us a table. He's so vulnerable right now, I don't want him to sit alone while we dance together."

She nodded and Jake took her out on the dance floor while I scoped out a table. The tables were all full except one large one where a group of girls were sitting enjoying the music and their drinks.

I strolled up to the table and asked if I could sit down and rest my feet. They nodded and I sat and ignored them while I watched Jake and the brunette dance with each other.

A waiter came by and I ordered three martinis. Shortly Jake and the brunette came to the table and sat down next to me. The brunette couldn't keep her eyes off me and she sat close to me while I wrapped my arm around her. Motioning to the other girls I introduced Jake to them.

"Jake's having a hard time adjusting to single life now that he's divorced. He's a good dancer though if any of you are itching to do some dancing."

They giggled but none of them made a move.

I frowned.

"Listen, I'm Jake's best friend and I want to dance with my lovely date here, but I can't leave him all alone. I pointed to the blonde girl on the end.

"Darlin, what's your name?"

She stammered. "Uh, Debbie," she said.

"Debbie, Jake. Jake, Debbie."

I grabbed her hand gently and pulled her up and towards Jake.

"You two behave out there on the dance floor!" I said as Debbie blushed and Jake took her hand and shrugged. They followed us out on the dance floor and we all danced.

That broke the ice and soon, Debbie, Linda, and Flo were all taking turns dancing with Jake. Linda had tried to dance with me, but my nameless brunette had warned her off.

The martini's flowed and soon we were all laughing and dancing. At one point all four girls got up and went to the restroom. With the two of us alone, Jake shook his head.

"What the hell happened tonight?"

I smiled.

"This is part of the philosophy of 'Next'," I said.

Just then a lovely girl waltzed over from the dance floor and started to chat with us. I asked her to dance and she was eager to get back out on the dance floor.

"I'll explain later," I told Jake.

The girls came back from the restroom while I danced with the pretty girl. We got a bit close and I could see all four of the girls at the table eyeing us closely. The dance ended and she dragged me over to her group of friends for introductions. I smiled and made a sassy remark about the size of one of the girl's purses. "Why such a big purse, you got a gun in there or something?" She was shocked and then they all laughed.

I thanked the pretty girl for the dance but excused myself to go back to my table and Jake. She quickly wrote something on a slip of paper and placed it in my hand. I smiled and walked back. The brunette was burning daggers at the pretty girl and before I had a chance to sit down she dragged me back onto the dance floor and proved to me that she was a better dancer than that hussy girl that just slipped me her number.

At the table, Debbie started flirting with Jake and by the end of the evening they were making out almost as intensely as the brunette and I were. Debbie's friends had to drag her away and Debbie scrawled her number on a napkin and made Jake promise to call her.

I escorted the brunette out of Marco's and hailed her a cab. She was disappointed.

"Listen, I need to be with my friend, you know that."

She nodded.

"I'll tell you what," I said and pulled out my phone.

"Enter your number in my phone. Tomorrow I will text you my name. If you don't want to know it, just delete the message. Or you can text me your name, and I'll have your number as well..."

Her face lit up. The cab arrived and she gave me a deep kiss.

"Farewell for now, my mysterious stranger!"

She stepped into the cab and was gone.

Jake stumbled out of Marco's and I decided it was time to sober up a little at a decent coffee house that was open late hours.

"'Next', is a way of living." I said as we drank our coffee in a plush leather booth. Jake was rocking a bit from the martinis, but he was able to focus on me.

"It's an attitude. You have to realize that women are way more perceptive than us guys are. They can decode your body language and they analyze every word that comes out of your mouth. They try to find the hidden meaning in everything. And they are good too."

Jake just concentrated on my words and the coffee before him.

"'Next' means that if there's a problem with you, then I'll look for someone else. Someone who can appreciate me, because I'm not gonna stand for living my life with someone who doesn't appreciate me."

I leaned forward. "Listen Jake, you just have to have that attitude within you all the time, single, or married, you don't have to say it, you don't have to write it. They will know. Trust me. Once they know, they will be aware that they can't take you for granted."

"I don't know, man, that sounds pretty misog...misogon...bad." Jake slurred.

"Misogynistic?" I smiled. "It's not as bad as you think it is. It's about attitude and confidence. You know how women say one thing and mean another?"

He nodded.

"They all say they want a nice man, but they wind up with some bad boy jerk. Why is that?"

Jake shook his head.

"Jake, women are not attracted to weak men. A nice man to them is weak. A jerk is strong, in attitude. It's the confidence, it's the attitude, it's the 'you need me more than I need you' mindset. Women need men as much as we need women, just for different things. Having an attitude of 'Next', means that you can be committed to a women, but you will always be committed to yourself and the person you are which attracted her to you in the first place."

Jake looked skeptical.

"You won't get this all in one sitting, just trust me. Every women you meet and deal with now just think to yourself, 'if they don't like me, then it's their issues, not mine. I deserve someone who appreciates me. If they can't, then I'll move on to someone else.'"

I finished the coffee. "Just have that attitude within you and you will see a difference on how women deal with you. Even your ex-wife will see the difference."

That sobered Jake up as the evening wound to a close.

The next evening I texted my mystery brunette. Instead of giving her my name, I told her I would be shopping at the mall tomorrow, which was Sunday, and would be at a particular store at one in the afternoon. She was welcome to meet up with me and perhaps I would let her try to guess my name.

A few minutes later she texted me back, now that she had my number. "You are so bad!" she had replied. I smiled. The game was afoot!

Sunday I did indeed meet up with the brunette and she proceeded to follow me around as we window shopped and made funny comments about strange items that were displayed. At one point we were stopped by some market researchers who wanted to ask our opinions on some new product. They offered a whole ten dollars each for us to go back to their storefront and answer questions.

I smiled at my brunette and agreed that we would go. I whispered into her ear as we followed the perky girl that we should pretend to be married and fool the researcher. She giggled and agreed.

"Thank you for taking the time to answer our survey, Mr...?" the researcher asked as we sat next to each other.

"Smith," I answered. "John Smith and Patty Smith."

The brunette glanced at me with a questioning look. I shrugged and whispered to her, you look like a Patty," I smiled and she giggled.

"Married?" the girl asked.

I nodded. "Five years, and we love each other now just like it's our first date, right honey?"

'Patty' giggled and nodded. "Oh yes dear! One could say that!"

The questions were pretty standard, they wanted to know our opinions on cleaning products, who did the cleaning in our house, if we thought that if brand X was cheaper would we be more inclined to use it, etc. We made up the answers as we went along, both of us sharing a joke that the researcher was oblivious to.

Afterwards she handed us out two ten dollars and we left.

'Patty' was giddy with joy. "That was so cool!"

I held up the crisp ten dollar bill.

"Let's eat! Lunch is on the market research girl!"

We grabbed a bite to eat and all through the meal 'Patty' tried to guess my name.

"What happens if I guess correctly?"

"I'll give you a kiss," I said as I munched on the pizza.

"And if I don't get it right?" her eyes flashed.

"Then I'll give you more than just a kiss!" I winked at her and she giggled.

An hour later were at my place, naked and in bed. She had the most amazing perky breasts, and they were so sensitive. As I licked them and nuzzled them she moaned. I worked my way down to her pussy and parted her lips. Her pussy was shaved and smooth. I don't rally care one way or the other, just enjoying a woman was pleasure enough for me. I lapped at her outer lips and soon she was shaking with desire. Looking down at me she spied my hard cock. She reached out to it and pulled it to her dripping pussy. I took the hint.

"I can't believe I don't even know your name!" she groaned as I plunged into her with my cock. "I don't know yours either!" I countered.

"True, so true, now shut up and fuck me!"

And I did just that.



I met up with Jake on Wednesday and he seemed to be anxious to talk. He had a smile on his face so that seemed to be good news. I ordered a turkey on rye and joined him at one of the tables.

"You're looking well," I said.

He smiled.

"I went out on a date with Debbie."

"Oh," I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I called her up and we went out Sunday."

The waiter delivered my sandwich and I dug in.

"That's good news then?"

He nodded. "She is so unlike Karen, it was amazing! I'm a little hazy on some of the details we did the night you and I went out, but I do remember one thing you told me, the attitude of 'Next'."

I smiled.

"She picked totally up on it. Instead of being nervous I just kept telling myself that if she didn't like me for me, then I find someone else who does. Right from the start she seemed to sense something different in me. She asked me if I had gotten a haircut."

I laughed and Jake cracked up. This sandwich was pretty good I thought to myself.

"We had a good time and you know what, I wasn't trying to be anyone else, just myself. I didn't try to impress her, I just decided to have fun and she had fun as well, then cool, if not, then she's not the one for me."

"It's pretty powerful, isn't it?" I said.

"She ate it up. The best part was she opened up to me and we just felt so comfortable. It took me six months to get that way with Karen. Maybe Debbie is the one!"

"Whoa! Backup!" I said as I dropped my sandwich.

Jake smiled. "I know, I know, too soon, just pulling your leg."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "You had me there."

"You want to know the best part?" Jake leaned forward almost whispering.

I nodded, happy for my friends change in attitude. This was a better person than the one moping around last week.

He grinned, "I saw Karen on Monday. We had to go over some things."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and right away she picked up on my attitude. I didn't even say anything to her and all of a sudden she's looking at me differently, like I'm some different person."

I nodded knowingly.

"She even commented that something seemed different about me. I just smiled and asked her to get back to the issues we were meeting to discuss. She tried to focus on some finances we had to split up, but she just seemed so distracted."

"You slept with her, didn't you," I stated.

His mouth dropped open. "How the fuck did you know that?"

I smiled. "It's the attitude, all of a sudden, you're a challenge to them."

He nodded.

"Afterwards she seemed to be impressed with me and now she seems to be confused and all mixed up with her feelings. She doesn't know what to think anymore."




Next!



"Well," I said. "Before, she was in the driver's seat and leading this relationship. Now you just showed her that you had more power than she did over how you felt about things and she's taking stock of the situation. You have become a bit of a mystery to her and a challenge and she is a little off balance about it."

"That makes sense," he said.

"What's the status of you two now?"

He shrugged. "I don't really know."

"Well do you still want to be married to her?"

He nodded, "Of course I do. It was always her that pushed for the divorce."

I leaned back. Now was the time to tell him about the next phase in attitude.

"Listen, I think you've gotten the 'Next' attitude down, or at least you can understand it, now I want to talk to you about creating your own world, like your own reality about yourself."

Jake leaned forward with interest.

"Regardless of whether you and Karen get back together or not, you gotta realize that the only person responsible for your happiness is you."

He mulled this over. Just then my phone buzzed with a text message. It was my mysterious brunette. I held up the phone and showed him the message.

'Hi! Thinking of U. Wanna meet up?'

I smiled. "Look Jake I'm not the best looking guy out there, I'm not ugly but if you just looked at me, there's nothing special about me. So why is this woman fascinated by me?"

Jake shook his head. "I haven't a clue, maybe because you are the mack-daddy?"

I broke up laughing. "Hardly, man! Look she is attracted to me and you have to understand what attraction is. It doesn't matter if you've known someone for a few minutes or a few years, you either generate attraction or you don't. If you don't know how to generate it then don't blame the woman for not being into you."

Jake was skeptical again, it just takes a while for the men to get this.

"Let me explain it this way: you're at a school dance and there's two groups of people there, the ones laughing and dancing and having a fun time and the other group that are the wallflowers. That group is hanging out on the perimeter of the dance, they all are sad and stoic and they don't seem to be having a good time. Now you're time is very valuable to you, and you are just able to get away for this dance and after this you will have to go back to work or studying or whatever for the next month. Now I ask you, which group would you prefer to be included in? Not which group you would feel more comfortable approaching, but which group would you wish they brought you into."

"The fun dancing group," Jake replied.

"Exactly. You might feel insecure about joining them but I'll bet that most of the wallflowers were wishing that they would have been included in that group."

"So what does this have to do with..."

"I'll tell you, Jake. Women look at men like these two groups. Only now think of the wallflowers as serious, shy, nice men and the dancing group as the fun, confident, welcoming group. Which do you think the women are more attracted to? Which would they see as providing them with fun or a good time?"

"The fun group."

I nodded, "Yeah the fun group, or the fun guy. Now what makes them fun?"

Jake had no idea.

"It's attitude. The 'Next' attitude is one aspect but really you are in charge of your own happiness. Create your own little world where the things you want to do are fun, that you look on the bright side of things and you don't let things bother you or get you down. A bad driver? Don't let it bother you. A depressing person? Move away from them and don't interact with them. A bitchy woman? Tell them you don't respond to attitudes like that. All they do is bring you down and you want to be happy and satisfied with your life, so block the bad from coming in."

Jake mulled this over as we were finishing things up and stood to leave. "I see how that can be healthy but what does that have to do with dealing with women?"

We stepped out into the parking lot and I stopped at my car.

"It's all about perception. Women can perceive things better than us guys. Let them know internally that not only do you deserve the best for yourself, but that you are a happy and fun guy to be around with and if they or anyone else tries to bring you down you don't stand for it."

"Hmmmm, sounds like pop-psychology bullshit to me..." he said.

I looked at him. "Look, try dealing with everyone this way for the week. Have the attitude that you are responsible for your own happiness and don't let anyone try to say otherwise. If they do, let them know you won't stand for it. Don't be mean, and don't be the normal prick that you can be, but just be honest and straightforward. There's no time to waste on bullshit."

Jake nodded. "I'll try it, what have I got to loose?"

"Nothing," I laughed as I jumped into my car I headed over to park to meet up with the pretty girl who passed me her number at Marco's the other night.



Janey and I tried to have some fun at the park as we walked along and people watched. I knew pretty much right away that Janey and I had nothing in common and there wasn't really anything there. She had been rather confident and flirty at the club but out in the light of day, she was hesitant and nervous.

"Ok Janey, what's wrong? You are all jumpy and you keep looking around," I asked as we sat on a bench overlooking one of the duck ponds.

She tried to blow it off but I pushed her until she told me.

"I'm kind of seeing someone right now," she said.

I smiled, "You looking right at me."

She didn't find that funny.

"Look, I'm going through a rough patch with my boyfriend and I passed my number over to you because we hit it off and you excited me. I haven't been excited by someone in a long time."

I held her hand and smiled. "Janey, I'm glad you find me exciting, I thought we had a connection as well at the club, but I have a rule I never break. I'm never the other man. I don't break people up and I can't condone cheating. I'm sorry, but the issues you have with your boyfriend and yourself have to be solved by you. I'm not willing to be involved."

I stood up and stared down at her. "It was nice to meet you Janey, but please don't call me."

I left her sitting on the bench. I could hear her start to cry. Maybe it was because of her confusion. Maybe because I had called her a cheater. I was sorry for her, but I was not going to be the reason she broke somebody's heart. It was easy to see one of my friends being the guy on the other end. I had to deal with them after their relationships were shattered. No way was I ever going to put myself into that position. 'Next' woman!

Saturday night I met up with Jake, Robin, and Frankie at the Primrose Bar and Grill. It was going to be a night out with the guys, something Jake had missed for most of his married life. Kids and a wife tend to occupy evenings so the single guys trudge on out there on their own. It's a burden, but so be it, we are willing to take one for the team.

The good thing about the Primrose was that they served the best damn garlic fries I've ever had. Garlic isn't the best for hitting on women, but sometimes you gotta know where your priorities are!

After a toast with our beers we dug into the fries and kicked back to talk and have fun.

"So Jakey," said Frankie. To him everyone had to have a 'y or an ie' added to the end of their names. "How's the divorce going? You doing okay?"

Jake smiled.

"Uh oh!" I cried. "Looks like things might be going better than planned!"

Jake laughed. "I think the divorce is off!"

We were astonished.

"I'm moving back in next week," he squealed like a little girl. We of course gave him a bunch of shit for that!

"I have the Master here to thank," as he motioned to me.

I shrugged while the other guys ordered another round in honor of 'the Master'.

"Aw come on guys," I protested.

"The stuff you gave me was like gold man," Jake said.

"I went over to see her a few days after our lunch and I did what you said and she just couldn't get over it."

Robin jumped in. "What did you do?"

Jake turned to him. "I just kept this attitude of being in control of my reality and that I was responsible for my happiness. I just kept chanting that internally and started to believe it. Pretty early on Karen started in on some issues she had with a friend of hers, some fight or something and I just told her that I wasn't there to hear her bitch about things. She was shocked as I told her that she was bringing me down and that I wanted to stay happy around her, so cut it out."

"Pretty ballsy, Jakey!" Frankie replied.

"I know! For a moment I thought she would throw me out right there, but she changed moods and smiled and asked how I was doing. We sat down and had a nice dinner. I helped her clean up and then spent the rest of the night having fun with my kids. I read them a book, which I can't ever remember doing that before and Karen just sat back on the other sofa and watched me silently."

"Nice," I replied.

The others agreed. We finished off the fries and ordered another batch.

"Once I put the kids to bed, Karen and I talked. She said she had been doing a lot of thinking lately. She was very confused after the other night."

"The other night?" asked Robin.

"They did it," I replied. That elicited another round of high-fives and cheers. Jake blushed.

"She told me that the strain of the children and me was getting to her. She felt frustrated as she was left to take care of the kids and I never really dealt with them when I was home. She very much enjoyed my reading to the children that night and commented on it. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it as well as the kids did. I guess it's not all television and video games."

Jake looked at me, "She didn't say it outright, but I think she had lost attraction for me over the years."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The change in attitude that has happened within me has drawn her back to me. She said she's thinking about me all the time now. She remembers that feeling when we first started going out. She likes that feeling."

I smiled.

"You dog!" Frankie replied. We all laughed.

"Bottom line, she wants me to move back in and we can work on our marriage together," Jake proudly said.

"Alright Jake!" said Robin.

We all gave him a pat on the back.

A little while later Jake turned to me. "So great Master, any other lessons, or have I graduated?"

I laughed. "Jake there's always something to learn. You just can't stop it, otherwise, just like your marriage it'll stagnate."

I leaned forward. The other two had heard my lessons before so they knew what was coming.

"Jake, the last lesson for you is a doozy. Pulled off right you will keep Karen's interest and attraction to you for as long as you like."

Jake seemed very interested in this.

"Ok the last thing to put this all together is the 'fuck with you' technique."

"Huh?" muttered Jake.

Robin and Frankie smiled.

"Yeah, it's kind of a combination of messing with them and having fun. Think teasing and you're pretty much there."

"Oh the girls they love the teasing!" Frankie said.

"I don't follow," said Jake.

"You remember when we were kids and we would tease the girls?"

Jake nodded and said, "They hated that. My sister always told on me when I would tease her."

Robin shook his head. "They loved it dude."

Jake looked at him like he was from Mars.

"They claim to hate it but teasing them shows two things, one you aren't intimidated by them and two you like to have fun, and we all know how attractive having fun is to them!"

Jake took a swig of his beer. He was having a hard time getting his mind around this.

"Isn't that pretty mean? I mean I used to tease girls until they were in tears, you can't tell me they loved that!"

I shook my head. "No that wasn't fun for them, but these are adults now. Teasing to them shows that you can have fun and you are not intimidated by them. It shows your confidence in a different light."

"Seems pretty mean," he concluded.

"You remember the brunette?" I asked.

"The one who tagged along with us to Marco's?" Jake asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. You know why she did that? Because I teased her. I fucked with her. I showed her that even though she was beautiful, I was not intimidated by her. To her, I became interesting because unlike all the other guys in that bar, the ones that tried to impress her, I demanded that she impress me."

"No way," he said.

Robin and Frankie laughed. "Come on, Jakey, you've seen him in action!"

"Did you know that she was the one that bought our drinks after I bumped her and made her apologize to me?"

Jake shook his head.

"She was so shocked by that. She realized that here was a guy that wasn't going to fawn all over her and beg for her attention. Here was someone who was confident in turning the tables and put her in a position that she needed to impress me. I did that with my attitude and with my 'fuck with you' approach."

Jake's mind was full. He began to rewind that evening back in his head. All the subtle things I did and how the brunette ate it all up.

"You son of a bitch," he muttered.

We all laughed.

"You have to get the timing down but if you tease them it shows you can have fun and you are in charge. Women just are not into someone who isn't a challenge. Guys for that matter as well, hell everyone wants something that don't have. You gotta put that spice into your relationship. That will always have Karen or any girl for that matter, thinking about you all the time. They think 'did he really mean that?' 'Why did he say that?' 'What's the hidden meaning behind that?'"

"So how do I do that with Karen? We've been together now for a long time?"

Robin sighed. "That's the tricky part. You're gonna have to answer that yourself. Just think about something she is uncomfortable with, then you can tease her about it. Maybe it's a big floppy hat, or an overbite Don't be mean but just kind of mess with her a bit."

Frankie spoke up. "Everyone is a dork in their minds. There is no one that thinks they are 'that cool'. No one. Brad Pitt doesn't think that. Maybe Angelina Jolie, does but Madonna, J-Lo, they all know deep down inside they have some dork in them. Maybe it goes back to a time before they fully matured and tripped on a dance floor, or slipped in front of their younger brother that laughed at them, but everyone deep down inside thinks they are a bit dorky."

"The key," I picked up on Frankie's speech, "is that you have to show them they can embrace the 'inner-dork' when they are around you. They don't have to pretend. It doesn't matter to you. You accept them and have fun with them because of their 'inner-dork'."

"That's a very powerful feeling. Everyone is looking for acceptance. If you can first be the person they are drawn to with your own power and confidence. Then show them you are choosy and can have a women who appreciates you. Next you show them you are in control of your own reality and that it is a good, fun positive and strong reality. After that you invite them into your reality by showing them that you can have fun with them and their true likeness, their true personality and they will be attracted to you big time."

"Spoken like the true Master," Robin smirked.

"Cut that crap out," I protested.

Jake smiled as he finally started to get it.

"I wish you luck man, I really do!" I said.

He thanked me and the others.

"By the way, I helped someone out for you, I hope you aren't mad," Jake said cryptically.

"Huh?" I asked. He just smiled and downed his drink.

The next day I received a text message from my mysterious brunette.

It said one thing: Tristan, my name.

I chuckled. Jake you bastard you took away my fun!

I texted her back with a big happy face.

"I can see why you didn't want to tell me your name," she said as we were at dinner together the next evening. "With a name like Tristan I would be embarrassed as well!"

I laughed. She was turning out to be a delightful young woman.

"Now the shoe is on the other foot! You don't know my name!" Her eyes twinkled as she sipped her red wine.

I stared at her smugly. "I do too, it's 'Patty'!"

She roared with laugher almost spitting her wine out. She wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"You are such a dork," I accused her with a smirk.

She giggled and took another sip of her wine.

"It's Carol," she revealed.

I looked at her and smiled.

"To me, my dear, you will always be Mrs. John Smith!"

Her mouth dropped. I closed it when I reached over the table and gave her a kiss.

"So Mommy, that's how you and Daddy met?" Little Jake asked as he and his younger sister Patty got ready for bed. I picked up my little bundle of joy Patty, while Carol marched Little Jake upstairs. Carol gave me a sexy look. I smiled back.

"Yes honey. Just like that. If I was never able to convince your uncle Jake to give me Daddy's name, we might never have gotten married!"

"Uncle Jake and Aunt Karen! He's who I was named after right?" Little Jake asked.

"That's right dear," Carol said as she tucked him into bed. Soon we would have to look for a new place to live. Little Jake was growing up and would not be able to share the bedroom with his little sister soon.

I tucked Patty in and kissed my princess. "It's so romantic!" Patty said. "It's just like the stories you and Mommy read us."

I looked over at Carol, my love, my wife, the mother of my children, and my life. "That it is little one. That it is!"





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Next Appointment



For the last five months, Stephanie and I have continued seeing each other outside of the office. I have tried to convince her to see another dentist; however, she refuses. Our relationship has moved beyond just the sexual. Nonetheless, we really don't go out and about in the town we live. We have gone on weekend getaways and enjoyed many evenings at my home. I have since added a dental chair to my play space and keep a set of dental tools and scrubs at home. Although I enjoy our time together and our relationship is consensual, I am really putting my license at risk. 

Together with our play we have had many conversations about desires and interests. One overriding theme that comes up over and over again is her desire to experience a woman. Now what red-blooded male wouldn't want to see two beautiful women together? It is time that she learned the extent of my debauchery.

Dinner at my home Friday evening.

"I see that you are scheduled for a check-up next Tuesday."

"Yes. I can't wait."

"Are sure you don't want to see another dentist?"

"No."

"If we ever take our relationship public, there will be a lot of looks cast my way."

"So, we will not go public. I rescheduled my appointment to 5:30."

"Why?"

"I want to be your last appointment for the day."

Tuesday 5:20pm

I walk to the front desk where the office staff is preparing to go home for the evening. I go through the motions of retrieving Stephanie's files as if I had no idea that she was my last patient.

The office staff says good night as they leave for the evening.

I poke my head into the waiting room and there she is. She is wearing a nice loose skirt and I am sure, no panties.

"Hi, Stephanie I am ready for you."

As she gets up, "Hi, Doctor how are you."

"Fine, thank you."

"And yourself?"

"I am great," she says a bit too enthusiastically.

We make our way to the examining room. Stephanie bumps into me in a manner that only people whom are close do. She eagerly climbs into the chair. I place the dental bib on her and secure the chain around her neck. Laying out the dental tools, I notice Stephanie is looking a bit glassy eyed at me.

"Will we be alone?" she whispers to me.

"Shhh," I reply.

I take my seat on the stool and swivel around to do the examination. Stephanie looks at me with a big smile.

"I'm sorry I am late," a voice comes from behind me.

"Oh, hi, Janet. Stephanie, this is Janet. She is studying to be a dental assistant. You don't mind if she assists me?"

"Ah. No. I guess," Stephanie states, disappointment in her voice.

Janet places her bag in the corner and takes a seat on the other side of Stephanie. 

Janet is an attractive woman in her mid twenties. She is about 5'8", slim with smallish breasts and a great ass. She has lightly tanned skin, beautiful dark eyes and long brunette hair. Her hair is in a ponytail and she is dressed in typical dental scrubs. 

"Stephanie has excellent teeth," I comment.

Stephanie smiles.

I begin examining Stephanie's jaw, mouth and gums.

As Stephanie begins to slide her tongue along my fingers, I nod to Janet. With my nod, Janet places her hand on Stephanie's inner thigh, just above the hemline of her dress.

With Janet's touch, Stephanie stop moving her tongue and looks at me surprised. 

"It is ok," I assure her.

With my fingers in her mouth, Stephanie begins sucking on them as Janet continues moving her hand along Stephanie's leg. Janet forces her fingers between Stephanie's thighs. With this action, I know that Janet has found Stephanie's pussy. Even with Stephanie's skirt in the way, I can tell that Janet's fingers are in Stephanie's pussy and by her breathing. Between my fingers in her mouth and Janet's in her pussy, Stephanie is close to coming. 

As Stephanie begins to come, she closes her mouth around my fingers. Her hips buck as Janet forces her fingers deep. I remove my fingers from her mouth as the last of her orgasmic wave leaves her. 

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yes."

I lean down and kiss her.

"I want both of you to strip."

Janet removes her hand from under Stephanie skirt and Stephanie gets up and shyly undresses. Janet simply peels her clothes off then reaches in her bag and retrieves a rather large, black, strap-on dildo, at least 8 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. Janet secures the strap-on, applies some lube and begins to stroke the massive toy.

"Where is that thing going?" Stephanie asks.

"Don't you worry." I reply.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Yes. I am fine. Just a bit taken aback."

I position myself at the head of chair.

"Stephanie, I want you on all fours facing me."

She climbs up on the chair and takes her position. I adjust the height of the chair so that her mouth is easily accessible by my cock. With Stephanie on all fours, Janet sits at the foot of the chair.

I pull my cock form my scrub pants and it is quickly in Stephanie's mouth. She has learned to truly enjoy giving me head. I love putting my hands on her face, feeling the edge of her lips as they enclose my cock. The feeling of cock, mouth and spit sliding together is one of my most sensuous experiences.

Janet leans forward and begin licking between Stephanie's legs. I know how wonderful that smooth pussy is to lick. I enjoy the view of her buried between Stephanie's legs and my cock grows even harder. I begin fucking Stephanie's mouth. Over the past several months, she has developed the ability to take my cock deep into her mouth.

With Janet sucking, Stephanie begins to squirm and roll her hips. I can feel her moans against my cock.

Picking up a pair of black rubber mouth props (the rubber blocks used to keep your mouth open), I tell Stephanie to open her mouth and place the props, one on each side of her mouth. With the props in place, she cannot close her mouth.

As I prop open Stephanie's mouth, Janet stands up and rubs the head of the strap-on around Stephanie's pussy. As Janet inserts the head of the strap-on, Stephanie takes a deep breath. She struggles against the mouth props as she attempts to grit her teeth in order to handle the size of the strap-on.

I slide my cock into Stephanie's propped open mouth and push it deep down her throat. I feel her struggle and gag against my cock. As I violate her mouth, Janet thrusts the strap-on fully into Stephanie's cunt. What would have been screams of pain are simply grunts and gags felt only by the head of my cock. 

I push Stephanie lower by the shoulders, which rolls her forward, pushing her ass higher in the air. I am able to see Stephanie's pussy stretched as Janet thrusts the black cock deep within her. With each thrust, Stephanie's pussy is stretched wide while her pussy lips cling to the hard cock as Janet withdraws it.

With her mouth forced open by the props, Stephanie can't keep the spit dripping from her mouth and her spit now covers my cock and balls. Watching this beautiful young woman being filled and violated is too much for me to hold out. 

"Fuck!" as I pull her off my cock by her hair.

I grab my cock and spray my load into her gaping mouth and across her face. Janet continues fucking Stephanie hard and deep. I let go of Stephanie's hair and step back. Her face is a mess of spit and cum.

I kneel in front of Stephanie and lift her head by the hair. She looks at me. 

"I want to see your eyes and feel your breath as she fucks you with that big cock of her's. Do you want to come again?"

"Yes." she gasps through the spit and cum.

"OK."

Janet continues fucking as I grab Stephanie's nipple and give a firm pinch. Squeaking with the pinch, she holds her breath as she begins to come. She releases her breath, spit and cum dripping from her mouth, as Janet drives that black cock deep into Stephanie's stretched pussy.

As her orgasm subsides, I reach into her mouth and remove the props and Janet withdraws the strap-on. With her mouth free, Stephanie moves her jaw from side-to-side. I grab a towel and wipe the mess from her face.

"Jeeze that was amazing." Stephanie says. 

"Get up." 

Stephanie gets up and stands next to me as Janet removes the strap-on and places it on the counter. 

I adjust the chair to be in a more normal upright position. 

"Janet, have a seat. Lets see how Stephanie does at eating pussy."

Stephanie quickly looks to me and become shy and embarrassed.

"Oh yes. You are going down on her. I will tell you what to do."

She hesitates; I grab her by the back of the neck and force her face between Janet's legs.

"Now, take your hands, spread her lips apart and give her clit a kiss."

Stephanie hesitates a bit and I give her slap on the ass.

"Do what I told you and listen only to me."

Stephanie spreads Janet's lips and begins licking and sucking Janet's clit. Janet rolls her head back and moans in response. 

"Now suck her lips into your mouth and pull them tight."

Stephanie sucks and holds onto the inner lips of Janet's pussy. Stephanie tilts her head back, forcing Janet's lips to be pulled taut. I begin smacking Stephanie's ass hard.

"Use your right hand, take two fingers and slide them into her pussy and then lick her clit."

Stephanie inserts her fingers into Janet's pussy and begins sucking her clit. Janet moans with Stephanie's attention.

I then begin slapping Stephanie's pussy. I can hear Stephanie moan with each slap on her pussy. With the completion of my slaps, I slide my fingers into her pussy. She is soaking wet.

With Stephanie bent over, going down on Janet, I pick up the strap-on dildo and begin fucking Stephanie with it. I love watching her pussy being violated by the toy.

"Remember, listen to my instructions. Janet's ramblings are of no importance. Fuck her harder with your fingers."

As Stephanie increases the pace of her finger fucking of Janet, I increase my fucking of Stephanie.

"Ok. With your left hand, pull back the hood of her clit. She is close to coming."

"It is too sensitive." Janet states.

"Don't listen to her. Stephanie, do you want to come?"

"Yes." 

"You can come when Janet comes."

Stephanie ups the pace on Janet and I fuck Stephanie even harder. Janet holds her breath and begins to come.

"Fuck." From Janet between breaths as she pushes her pussy onto Stephanie's mouth and tongue.

With Janet's orgasm, I feel Stephanie's pussy tighten around the dildo as she begins to come. I push the dildo deep into Stephanie and begin to slap her clit with my hand.

"I am coming!" Her voice is muffled by Janet's pussy.

I withdraw the dildo from Stephanie as she finishes eating Janet. I slap Stephanie on the ass. Janet leans over and kisses Stephanie. 

Stephanie turns to me and gives me a hug and a kiss.

"Thank you," she says.

"You're welcome." I reply.

"Is everyone in the dental field kinky?" Stephanie asks.

"No. However, Janet is actually a patient of another dentist a friend of mind. She also has a dental thing."

"Wow" she replies.

"Perhaps it is time that I explain the dental D/s sub-culture." 

"What?" She asks.

"There are many dentist and patients that share our desires."

"There are!" she replies.

"Yes. We put the D/s into DDS." 



Next Best Thing



I worked my way through college at an upscale department store. Flirting with rich men to sell obscenely priced clothes wasn't difficult. With my base pay plus my record setting commission, I was living large compared to the other co-eds in my apartment complex.

My best friend Patrick worked in the security department. He spent half of his time patrolling the store and the other half watching the many security cameras. Generally there were two guards on duty and they alternated between tasks. The mall was in an extremely affluent neighborhood with very little crime, so their job wasn't exactly difficult. I knew most of Patrick's time in the camera room was spent stroking his cock while watching porn on his laptop. 

For years it was obvious that Patrick had feelings for me. Even though everyone teased us about it, he and I never discussed it. I could see the way he looked at me with a mixture of adoration and lust in his eyes. He never missed a chance to sneak a peak down my shirt or have his eyes glued to my ass as I walked away. It crossed my mind that porn might not be the only thing he was watching while he beat his meat in the camera room. I could practically feel his eyes all over my body as I hustled around assisting customers all day. I'm sure he wore out the zoom button on the security cameras in record time. 

One day Patrick introduced me to the new security guard Sean. A little thrill went down my spine (and between my legs) when I saw the gorgeous new guy. I recognized him from school and I knew he was a football player. 

Sean was tall, dark, sexy...and as dumb as a box of rocks.. Something about his hot body in combination with his empty head was irresistible. With him I wouldn't have to keep up my end of an intellectual conversation or think of witty things to say. All he would want from me is fucking and sucking which was very refreshing. 

Later, during our lunch hour in the mall's food court, Patrick seemed a little flustered. His face red with anger, he told me to stay far away from Sean. Apparently after our early morning introduction, Sean told Patrick he planned to "fuck the shit out of that hot little piece of ass from the men's department". 

Naively, Patrick advised Sean that it was a waste of time to even try fucking me. You see, Patrick assumed I was still a virgin. I just couldn't break his heart by telling him the truth. Sure, I had entered college a virgin, but my chastity didn't last long. I grew tired of being the good girl and since then I'd fucked plenty of boys and girls during my 3 year stay on campus. 

Of course, I pretended to be totally appalled by Sean's chauvinistic statement. In reality, it made me horny as hell. My pussy was so wet that I was worried I might have soaked through my tiny g-string. The skirt I was wearing was extremely tight and I prayed I didn't have a giant wet spot. 

How could I be angry with Sean for wanting to bang me? Fucking him consumed my thoughts all day; my pussy was actually starting to throb. I knew I would need plenty of private time that night, so I hoped my nerdy roommate wouldn't be home. Sometimes I suspected she could hear the buzzing of my vibrator through our thin walls.

The next day, I took extra care to look hot. Wearing mini-skirts was nothing new to me. I wore one every day because I found that it increased my sales enormously. That particular day I chose a very feminine little pink skirt that looked great with my tan. The white oxford shirt I wore was very tight and I knew it showed off my perky tits. Since I am a very petite girl, I decided to wear some sexy heels to make my shapely little legs look longer. With my shoulder length blond hair shining and my makeup a picture of perfection, I knew I looked good. 

All morning, every man that walked by did a double take. Some even stopped by to try a dumb pick up line on me. They were wasting their time because I was too preoccupied to care. Patrick had called in sick earlier that morning, so I wasn't sure Sean would be able to leave the camera room all day. That means I wouldn't even have a chance to flirt with him. 

It was my turn to do the monthly inventory report which was something I really hated. It meant I would be spending a couple of hours stuck in the deepest darkest part of the store's basement with only myself for company. Little did I know that my day was about to get a whole lot more exciting.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, the stock room phone rang. "Hi...Lauren? This is Sean in security. Just wondering if you'd noticed any suspicious activity in the store today?" 

Since this was a ridiculous question, I knew it was just his way of breaking the ice. 

Dimwitted Sean didn't beat around the bush for long. "I think you are so fucking hot, I'm watching you right now. Would you please let me see your tits? I'm all alone in here and I'll be sure to erase the tape. We have a football game later and I always play really bad if I don't get off first. Where's your team spirit?" His logic was tragically flawed, but this was exactly the situation I'd been waiting for. 

I switched to speakerphone so I could have both hands free. I unbuttoned by shirt revealing my lacy pink bra underneath. Before unhooking my bra, I rubbed my nipples through the material, amazed at how hard they already were. When I finally exposed my tits, I distinctively heard a grunt of appreciation along with the sound of Sean's zipper coming down.   He ordered me to get up on the counter and show him my pussy. Once again, I did as he asked. I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs wide. I rubbed my clit through my thong for a little while. Then I pushed the pink lace material aside, revealing my pampered little pussy. I take pride in my pretty twat and I keep it completely shaved at all times. 

I had never allowed anyone to watch me masturbate before. It made me so hot to picture Sean stroking his cock while I played with my swollen pussy lips. After I gave my clit a thorough rubbing, I rammed my middle finger all the way in my sopping pussy over and over again. My pussy is so small that I only use one finger, but that's all I need to get off.

I was close to cumming when Sean interrupted saying it was his lunch time. He said he knew just what he wanted to eat today and that I should stay right where I was. I guess I don't have to tell you I complied.

Sean must have sprinted down to the basement because his tongue was down my throat in no time. He immediately ripped my skirt and thong off, carelessly throwing them on the stock room floor. Staying on the counter, I spread my legs wide because I was dying to be fucked. 

Even better, he buried his head between my legs, rubbing his face all over my wet pussy. I hoped no one was outside the door because they would surely hear my loud moans and groans. Then he started sucking on my clit and soon his huge finger found it's way inside my little pussy. He finger fucked me ruthlessly while he licked and sucked on my nipples. He was fucking me so hard I felt my pussy walls stretch a little. After I was done cumming all over his hand, he withdrew his sausage-like finger from my pussy and plucked me off the counter. 

Immediately getting on my knees, I rubbed Sean's hard-on through his pants. Within seconds his hard cock was starine me in the face. I marveled at his dick which was so massive I was a little worried that it might hurt my pussy. 

Not to brag, but I am a natural at giving head. Since my very first blowjob, I have absolutely loved sucking cock. I was determined to prove to Sean that I was the best. 

First I gently licked all around his dick while rubbing his balls. After I had his shaft nice and wet, I took his whole cock in my mouth. He moaned in pleasure and surprise. I knew I was the first girl who could take his huge dick without choking. He put his hand on the back of my head, holding it in place. He started fucking my face, nice and easy at first. When he realized I wasn't your average cocksucker, he rammed his dick down my throat harder. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He pulled out abruptly, I'm pretty sure he was about to cum. 

He roughly turned me around and bent me over. He rubbed the head of his cock all over my pussy and asshole to tease me. Finally he rammed his cock inside my pussy and I felt a numbing shock of pleasure. With no mercy, he roughly grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, impaling me on his huge dick. My feet were off the floor as he bounced me up and down on his cock.

"You have such a tight little pussy. I feel like I'm fucking a virgin. You're gonna make me cum too soon.." 

He slipped his dick out of my pussy and sat on the desk chair. I straddled the star quarterback, centering pussy over his big dick. I rocked on his cock slowly while rubbing my tits in his face. We kissed while I was grinding my pussy on his dick very slowly, loving the look of animal lust on his face. 

Next, I got up and turned around, sitting on his dick again. While I rode him, he fingered my ass gently. I was still an anal virgin, but I had never been fucked so good before. I knew what he wanted and would have done anything at that point. 

I stood up and bent over so could tongue my little pink asshole. When it was wet, he pushed the head of his dick into my ass slowly. It hurt a little at first but soon it started to feel good. Of course Sean was loving it. He said, "I thought your pussy was tight...you're ass is complete heaven!" After only a few strokes, I felt him shooting his load in my ass. 

We quickly dressed and after a quick pat on the ass, he told me to call him sometime. As soon as the door closed behind him, the phone rang again. 

Patrick said in an icy tone, "I felt much better, so I decided to come in and relieve Sean for a while. Looks like you've already done that in your own special way." 

Shocked, I asked Patrick if he was angry with me, since fucking at work was a very irresponsible thing to do. Not to mention the fact that I had just shattered his heart into pieces. To say his reply shocked me would be an understatement. 

Patrick laughingly said, "Angry?? Are you crazy? Thanks to you, I've got the only copy of a hardcore porno starring the hottest new starlet---YOU!"



Next Door



EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 2000. Commercial use prohibited without author's consent.

** Part - 1 

OK, Like I fantasize and all, but for one of them to happen, to me, well... I went home during my lunch hour to smoke a joint. It makes for better fantasies when I read stories in the afternoon. Pretty sad huh! Well, As I was saying, when I got home, sitting on my bed toking up, I looked out my window and noticed that the house next door had the blinds up. What I saw was incredible! 

Now, for a little history. About 3 weeks ago, the old neighbors had to move. He had to leave for job reasons and I have not met the new neighbors, but my wife has seen them and commented that they were younger than we were. The window I was looking through is on the side of the house, so I was not surprised that the house next to me had the blinds open. You could only see in if you were walking between the houses. There were arms and legs and struggling between a man and a woman. I would have never noticed it, but they just happen to run by the open window, right when I looked. 

Obviously intrigued, I waited by the window to see what was going on. When they couple made it in front of the window again, there were definitely boobs, naked boobs. This went on for a few laps, and when he finally caught her, he threw her onto the kitchen table. As I opened the window a crack to exhale the pot smoke, I could hear some serious female moaning. He had her bent over the table and was fucking her doggie style. As he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, it brought her chest up and her tits were flopping all over. She was telling him to slap her ass and he wouldn't do it.

He just kept fucking her. At this point I decided, well., my dick decided for me (typical), to get closer. I carefully put out my joint and grabbed my camera. I have a digital camera that doesn't get good resolution, but at this point no one would believe me if I told them, thus proof was called for. As I rounded the back fence, I noticed a delivery truck parked in back. Hmmm, So this isn't her husband? Interesting! I slowly walked up to the side of the window and peeked inside. I could sure hear the sex sounds now. She was saying, "fuck me, fuck me" over and over. As soon as I could see into the window at a safe angle, I could see his uniform. He had turned her over and she was on her back on the table. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and he was plowing into her something good. Shit!, I thought, pictures. 

So I started snapping away. Thanks to the designers of digital cameras, no sound. I got many pictures, which included both of their faces, and plenty of naked body parts. About now, the guy was about to cum. I could hear him grunting louder and louder. She started telling him not too, she wasn't ready. "No, not yet, please!" He just groaned loudly and squirted cum all over her belly. He looked pretty weak in the legs, but walked around the table and made her clean his dick with her mouth. 

When she was done he just pulled up his pants and said "see ya." She jumped up and started begging him to stay. He just looked at her and said "I only deliver the furniture, and I have more on my route. Why should I stay and fuck a whore like you again?" 

She got a sad, pouty look on her face and started trying to seduce him into staying. Rubbing her pussy on his leg and rubbing his hands on her tits. As he turned to leave, I thought, what an idiot! Since he could have seen me as he got into his truck, I decided to move out. I snapped a few pictures over the fence of him getting into his truck, insurance I guess. I am not sure why I did. Alone in my room again, I lit up the rest of my joint and stared at the open window for about an hour. I never saw her again, but I had pictures. Sitting at my computer I was glad to see that the pictures came out so well. You could see every detail, although the angle cut off some of the action. 

Accordingly, I went home every day for lunch. Just because it was myself, nothing else happened next door (haha). If it were someone else spying, she would have fucked someone every day. Now my fantasy life was in full swing. Because of what happened looking at the pictures and jacking off became a daily occurrence (like it wasn't already). She was about 5' 5" and certainly not overweight. Her tits were about 36 or 38C. She had a very tight ass and a full puffy pussy.Of course, the puffy pussy was from just being fucked. Brown hair and pinpoint nipples. I was not noticing much else. 

A few days later, I was poking around her kitchen window hoping to get a glimpse of something going on. She came out from behind the pantry door and saw me kneeling down looking in. Immediately she came out thru the garage and confronted me. I acted innocent enough and bullshitted my out of it by saying I was fixing her screen. I explained that it had fallen out and I was just being a nice guy. She apologized and said she was upset because her husband was gone on business so much. (Go figure) She asked if I would like to come inside for a coke, and inside I went. We talked for about 30 minutes and I learned her name was Sandy, and she was a teacher looking for a job. Reluctantly I decided to leave. I was getting some evil thoughts about the situation and had to think about them further. 

Another day passed and I spent most of my time designing a plan to blackmail her with the pictures I had. As I checked and double-checked my alibis, my concerns about getting caught were diminishing. I talked to my boss and took a few afternoons off of work. The first day I went home and changed into some work in the yard clothes. I smoked some pot and got my nerve up. 

"Confidence, be forceful," I told myself, as I walked to her house. Her garage door was open, so I tucked the pictures under my arm and just walked right in. Wandering around the inside of the house, she was no where in sight. I kept looking and finally found her upstairs, getting out of the shower. She was dripping wet and her nipples were rock hard. I watched her dry off and was unsure how to proceed. I decided to go back downstairs, sitting on the couch, waiting for her. It scared the shit out of her when she got downstairs and saw me. I immediately stood up and she backed away. I assured her that I was just there to talk to her. 

With a dominant tone in my voice I told her to sit down. She looked at me funny, but decided to sit on the couch where my finger was pointed. I was trying to keep the situation from turning hostile. I sat beside her and set the packet of pictures on the coffee table. She was dressed in a small top that showed her tits. Her nipples were still hard. Funny, I wasn't cold. "Sandy, I am certain that you love your husband, right?"

"Well of course" she quickly said. "You said you have been married for 4 years, Sandy. Have you gotten the itch yet? Have you messed around on your husband yet?" She jumped up and told me to go to hell. I just laughed and softly told her to sit back down. With a real look of concern on her face she sat. She still did not know why I was there. I laughed and said, "I" would certainly not be a concern." I looked straight into her eyes and said "Don't worry, you will soon be asking me for everything." Before she could react, I turned to the packet and put it on my lap. 

As I spoke to her, she slowly turned white. I told her that I had photographed her little sexual fuck with the deliveryman. She started shaking her head back and forth, "no, NO NO" she said. I leaned over to her and grinned. The pictures fell into her lap and as she turned them over, she started to cry. She lowered her head and asked me what my intentions were. I asked her if she felt that she should be punished for cheating on her husband. She looked at me a little confused and said, "Just what kind of sleezeball thing is that to say!" Grinning, "A little punishment would be good for you!" She stood up and started walking away. "Get out!"

"Get OUT!" I smiled and picked up the pictures. "These are yours. Your husband will get his own copies."

"NO", no" she said quietly. "Just what do you want?" I stared into her eyes and gave my best bullshit performance yet. 

"Get on your knees, bitch!" I grabbed her hair and yanked her down. Not too hard, but enough to scare her. "You will do everything I tell you to do. Everything! without question or hesitation." I yanked her head up. "If you do not. If you falter one little bit, your husband will get the pictures. The schoolboard will get the pictures! How about that, you won't be able to get a job." 

She started crying again. I coldly looked down at her and said, "Better be a girl who obeys, or your future is for shit." I let go of her hair and she slumped to the floor. I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. "Come here, Sandy, Now!" She slowly got up and walked over to me. I sat her on the table in front of me and started circling her nipple with my finger.

She jumped and started to turn away. I slapped her face, kinda hard, and said firmly, "Knock that shit off. I know what a slut you are. I watched you fuck a stranger. You want this so bad it is killing you." I started feeling both her tits and squeezing her nipples harder. "I bet you lay in bed while your husbands gone and dream about getting fucked. Dream about doing nasty things!" Well, little Sandy, you are going to be able to carry out those fantasies, I thought to myself. "You don't have a choice," a fact I kept reminding her of. "Take off your clothes, slave! Yeah, Slave Sandy. What a good name for you. Slut Slave Sandy."

"Get those FUCKIN clothes off," I yelled, yanking her off the table. I spun her around and started slapping her ass, hard. She fought a little with me, but I pinned her down and lifted her shirt up. I pulled it tight and gagged her with it. I got some pantyhose out of the laundry basket and tied her hands up behind her back. "God Damn it!" I said. "I did not want to have to force you, but I will play rough if you want." I leaned in and started licking her nipples. She started squirming again so I picked her up and carried her to the living room and put her over the back of the couch. I slapped her ass incredibly hard and she froze up, giving me a chance to pull her shorts down. Whoo Hoo! I thought, What a rush. "Now, I tried to play nice, but you are not getting the picture." As I spoke the rest of the words, I slapped her ass and legs with each word. 

"I"

"am"

"in"

"charge"

"here"

"and"

"you"

"will"

"behave".

Her ass was bright red and she was screaming into the gag awful loud. I leaned down close to her and spoke into her ear while I slowly rubbed her ass. "Please obey the rules, little slave. Anything I say, no hesitation!" I slid my finger along her pussylips and it was sopping wet. "My, my, Slut Sandy, what a wet one you are. You certainly enjoy breaking the rules. That is all right with me, hehehe. Remember that I always guarantee a little pleasure with my pain. Of course, since you are just beginning, you will have to earn some pleasure." 

After fingering her wet pussy and rubbing my fingernail across her asshole, she started to get into it. I slapped her ass again, real hard. "Damn, what you did sure makes me mad. I ought to just walk out and mail the pictures." She struggled to turn around and started making grunting sounds. I walked around the couch and stood in front of her. I untied her gag and took her shirt off. "Please! Please don't tell my husband. I'll do anything you want." I left her draped over the couch and pulled my shorts down. Grabbing her head, I rubbed my dick all over her face. 

She was not enjoying this part very much. Maybe I am really lucky and got a live one my first time out. I stopped her from trying to lick my dick and said, "earn it bitch!" I took her back into the kitchen and tied her to the chair. Pantyhose!, what a great use. I made her close her eyes, make her swear not to open them. I shoved a pair of hose into her mouth and spoke in a soft voice, "If you can orgasm, right here, right now, i'll know you are a slut. I won't even have to blackmail you, you would do anything I said."

"If you open your eyes, even once, I leave and you get to fuck yourself. If you can cum with your eyes closed, I'll stay and fuck you with something." She took a deep breath and said, "Please make me cum." I took her shirt and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. "It's for your own good, you couldn't keep you eyes closed if you tried. You are just a worthless cunt. I'd have to leave, and I'm certainly not done with you!" I started slapping her tits. God they were nice. Real soft and the nipples were about the size of a quarter. I was really enjoying this. Slap, Slap, they were getting red. Slap, slap. I stopped and grabbed them roughly with my fingernails and left marks. I licked her nipples and got them wet. 

Pulling on them to make sure they were hard, I twisted them back and forth. "Somewhere between pain and pleasure lies paradise, huh slut. Are you getting off for me?" She moaned a little louder and her legs and crotch were straining against the hose. I got an ice cube and rubbed it on the end of her nipple. She got jumpy and started moaning louder. I blew on her wet, cold nipples and said "Cum for me, little slut. Cum for me, slut Sandy." I took a stickpin that was lying on the table and started lightly poking her nipples with it. I was only pricking her, but it must have felt incredible because she started to lean into each poke. 

"Cum for me my little slut, yeah, that's it, that's a needle poking your tits. It feels like it is sticking your clit, doesn't it. It hurts, doesn't it, yeah, Cum for me slut." She was squirming and really getting off so I randomly stuck her tits with the pin. I made circles around her tits, slowly getting to the nipples. "Gonna cum yet, Sandy? Cum for me. When I get the needle back to the end of your nipple, you better be in the middle of an orgasm or you will never get to feel this again." Right when I said that I pushed the needle into the end of each of her nipples. She violently strained against the chair and I pushed my finger into her pussy. 

She started cumming and had the biggest orgasm I have seen in a while. I was ramming my finger into her as hard as I could. There was pussy juice everywhere. Even after I quit fingering her, she was twitching. I stood up and pulled my shorts off. I leaned against her chest and grabbed her nipples and squeezed her tits around my dick. I fucked her tits hard, spitting on her for some lubrication. She started screaming into the gag as I held her nipples tighter. I started to cum and shot all over her face and chest. God, that felt good. This was too real to be true. I uncovered her eyes and made her watch as I swiped her pussy with my fingers and rubbed it all over her face. I pulled my shorts back on and opened the freezer. 

I got another ice cube and stuck it into her pussy. Her eyes got big and she had a huge orgasm, shaking all over. Man, she was hot. I untied her and left her just sitting there. "Your first true test, Sandy, starts now. I am leaving. I want you to sit here and think about your punishment. Don't move for 30 minutes. I am untying you, but you are not to move. I am going to be able to see right in the window, so don't even think it. I am leaving this set of instructions for you to follow, and the pictures for you to understand exactly why you will follow them." 

** Part - 2 

The world was spinning. I want to get up from this hard, cold chair, but this man specifically told me not to. Phewww, just exactly what happened to me. I feel scared and horny and exhausted all rolled into one. If I stand up, I will probably fall down. My legs are tingling and my pussy is throbbing to the thumping of my heart. "What did I do?"

"Why did I do that?" Sandy, "Sandy" is my name. He called me slut. Slut Sandy, no Slut Slave Sandy. Why did I allow this to happen? I am not a Slut, certainly not someone's Slave. Slowly I turned my head and saw the pictures of me fucking the deliveryman. All this trouble because my fucking husband is out of town so much and masturbating is just not doing it. I need a dick, a big old cock in me. The damn deliveryman had not even let me cum. "Fucker." Man, how was I gonna get out of this? What was I going to do? Staring at the clock I had 10 minutes left to sit here. I wanted to get cleaned up and "Why am I still sitting here?" It took me a few minutes to get myself oriented, a few minutes to think. "SHIT", if I get up?" If my husband get those pictures. NO,no,no, that can't happen. "The letter!"

"Shit" Shaking, I picked it up and opened it. I was really scared that he wanted money. If he only knew how much money I have and that if my husband divorces me, with those pictures as evidence, I would be broken. I did not care about the teaching job, I did not need it. The pre-nup I signed would end it all. Unfolding the note, I slowly read it.

Slave,

Follow these instructions and nothing will happen. Do not, and you know the consequences. Everything, complete obedience, or ruin your life. You will either obey, or not. There is no middle ground.

1. Be ready at 8:30 PM. 2. Shave your pussy smooth. 3. Wear the following items and only the following items. A short, not tight, miniskirt. Thong panties. A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front. A small amount of makeup. High heels.

NO Bra! NO Hose!

DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.

Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching. "Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I guess I will have to do what he says. The alternative was not so pleasant. After wiping down the kitchen chair, I stumbled upstairs to take a shower. My mind was still reeling from the thoughts and feelings I had. I am not so sure that he was correct. I sure got off on everything he did to me. My ass was still tender from the spanking I got and my nipples were sore. Lowering my hand, my pussy was sopping wet and sensitive as hell. Rubbing my finger in circles over my clit, why was I so horny? Why was the thought of being made to do something, and having no choice about it, making me so wet? "Fuck him!" I will still do whatever I want, damn it! I laid down on the bed and reached over to get my dildo. I needed no lubrication, so I crammed it into my gash. After about two or three strokes I started to cum. My legs shook and I clenched up and then collapsed. That's three massive orgasms in a few hours. I have never done that before. "Fuck", what was I going to do? I got up and gathered up the clothes to wear, per his instructions. I felt so frustrated. I wanted to call his bluff, but my ass was so tender. 

You could still see a hand mark from where he hit me. I quickly took a shower and got ready. I made sure that I had time to eat before he arrived. I did not like going without a bra. My breasts will hold there own in any contest, but they jiggled when I walked and the nipples were rubbing against the material making them constantly hard. At least my white blouse was dirty. You could see right through it. I made a sandwich and got some water. As I grabbed some ice cubes, I shuddered at the thought of him shoving the cubes up my cunt. "God, I came hard!" As I turned around, I yelped loudly. He was standing right next to me. He scared the shit out of me! "I took your keys and made myself a copy," he said nonchalantly. He slowly ran the back of his hand down my face and over my breasts ending up between my legs. He ran his fingernail over my panties, pinching my pussy lips right over my clit. "Good, good, slave. Exactly as ordered, nice and smooth. We will certainly have fun tonight!"




Next Door



"Hey Beth," said Amy over the phone.

"Hey Amy," said Beth. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," said Amy. "I'm coming to LA for awhile on a journalist assignment. I was wondering if you could find me an apartment to rent for a couple of months."

"Sure," said Beth. "No problem."

**

"I found the perfect apartment for you," said Beth over the phone. "It's only a few minutes away from LA. It's nice, quiet and peaceful. You won't be bothered by traffic and noise. And a month to month lease."

"I'll take it," said Amy.

**

"Hi, you must be Miss. Davis," said the doorman as Amy stands in front of the front desk.

"Yes," said Amy shaking hands with him. He hands Amy the door keys to her apartment. He gives her direction to her apartment. Then Amy walks to the elevator and goes up.

Amy gets out on the second to last floor and walks down the halls. As she walks down the halls she sees only two apartments. They are right next to each other. The door on the left has my apartment number on it.

Amy walked up to the door and inserts her key in the doorknob. Then Amy walks into the apartment.

In the apartment Amy walks around. The walls are a light shade of Red. The bedspread is a dark shade of red. The rug is a dark red. The bathroom is a really light red. The dressers are a dark brown. The TV set and DVD player are gray.

Amy puts her suitcase on the bed and start to unpack.

A couple hours later Amy is unpacked. She lies down on the bed with a laptop in front of her. Then Amy starts the research on her Journalist assignment.

**

As Amy is doing her research she hears a loud choking noise in the next apartment. She gets up off the bed and was about to go to the next apartment but the noise stopped.

Then she suddenly hears the noise a few minutes later. Amy walks out of her apartment to the next door apartment and knocks on the door. Then she hears the noise get louder. Amy tries to open the door but it is locked.

Amy rushes back into her room to call the guy at the front desk.

"Hey," said Amy. "I hear choking noises from the apartment next to me."

"That's impossible the women who used to live there died," said the doorman.

"That's impossible," said Amy. Then the choking sound stops.

"You sure it isn't the TV," said the doormen.

"Um yeah it was the TV," lied Amy. Then Amy hangs up the phone. She walks over to the wall and doesn't hear anything.

Was it my imagination? , thinks Amy to herself. No it wasn't.

Amy walks around her apartment waiting to hear the choking sound again.

Two hours later and Amy still doesn't hear the noises anymore. So Amy thinks it's all in her mind and goes back to her research.

Then suddenly she hears the choking sound. Amy shuts her laptop and calls the doorman again.

"Hello it's Miss. Davis again," said Amy. "Um how did the women in the apartment next die?"

"She was strangled," said the doorman. Amy says goodbye to the doormen and hang up the phone.

"She was strangled?" said Amy to herself as she hears the choking sounds. Amy walks slowly to her door. Then opens it and walks slowly to the next door's apartment.

Then she touches the doorknob and turns it. Then she pushes on the door and it opens.

Wasn't this locked? , thinks Amy to herself. Amy breaths in and then slowly walks into the apartment.

Amy sees pitch black as she is walking inside a stranger grabs her. Then the stranger covers her mouth. Amy fights with the stranger trying to break loose but doesn't succeed.

He pulls her into the apartment. Amy kicks and tries to scream but he holds his hand tightly over her mouth. Amy suddenly bites the stranger fingers. He hollers in pain. Amy stomps on the stranger foot and then turns around out of his grip. She then knees him in the groin and runs out into the hall.

She runs down the hall skipping the elevator and runs down the steps. She runs down the steps forgetting that she's on the second to last floor.

When she reaches the ground floor, she's out of breath. Amy runs passed the front desk and runs outside to her car. She hops in it and grabs the extra keys under the glove compartment. Then puts the keys in the ignitions and turns the key. Then she is off.

In the hotel the doorman rings Beth at her home.

"Hello," said Beth.

"Lasted Five hours," said the doormen.

"New record," said Beth.

"Yup," said the doorman.



Next Door



The inner city neighborhood I grew up in was very typical of most in the mid west.  The houses are packed in tight and the yards are small, everyone monitors everyone.  From the eyes of a 18 year old boy, soon to graduate from high school (that was me), our next door neighbors on the south side of our house were elderly.  How old?  That is hard for a young man to judge.  However, they had young grandchildren.  So to me they were old.  I would greet both as I came and went.  They were always friendly to me in a polite way.  My parents also greeted them, but never any interaction beyond that.  My mother constantly complained about both at the kitchen table.  She didn’t act or dress her age and he was a drunk.  Both of these criticisms were true but I was in no position to be opinionated.  To me they appeared to be responsible folk, their lawn always trimmed, their house always with a fresh coat of paint.  

Like most kids my age, my household rights and access to the car were dependent on accomplishing household chores.  It was a day when my parents had gone out, probably shopping.  I was trimming the bushes in the back yard.  As with most of my outdoor activities in warm weather, my shirt was off.  Out through the back door comes my neighbor.  She is taking out the trash.  I say hello and receive the expected response.  However in an unexpected manner, instead of quickly returning to her house she comes over to chat.  This chat was a bit out of the ordinary.  She asked if my parents were home?  She asked if I was almost finished with my chores?  She complemented my physique.  Then she quickly went back to her house.

A few minutes later she reemerged standing right in front of me.  She had changed clothes.  The clean the house clothes had now shifted over to party clothes, tight and flashy.   Even though classified as “elderly” by me, she was relatively slim and had a cute smile.  I found myself staring at her.  It was obvious she was aware of the looks I was giving her.  She leaned forward, obviously to display her cleavage.  I was a bit shy and somewhat embarrassed as I quickly looked away.  Young boys can be easily intimidated.  She drew my attention back by inviting me into her kitchen for a cool drink.  I hesitated.  I knew what was going on but teenage insecurities were winning over.  She made her way to the gate that adjoined our yards, coxing me to come on over.  I took a deep breadth and followed her.

Sitting in the kitchen, I was hyperventilating while watching her move around the kitchen.  It was again obvious she was enticing  me as she bent over to pull something out of the refrigerator.  It was like she was sticking her butt right in my face.  And what a fine ass it was.  We sat at the table and she asked me questions about having a girl friend, and have I every been alone with a girl before.  The answer to both of these was “no”.  This produced a smile that I will remember till the day I die.  Reaching up to the counter she threw some magazines on the table.  I glanced down, it was pornography.  She asked me if I had every seen a magazine like this before.  Of course I had, every guy has pulled some of this from his father’s bottom shelf in the desk by this point in life.  She laughed and invited me to check this out.

Now the magazines I had seen up to this point were largely only naked women in lingerie.  This was different.  This material had pictures of folk actually doing the wild thing.   I paged through it quickly with a compulsive glare.  A few minutes into this I noticed she had slipped behind me and was now looking at the magazine over my shoulder while rubbing my chest.  She asked if I had a hard on.  Again, my answer was the obvious.  She asked if she could see it.  I hesitated my head in a swirl, I first tried to pull it through my open fly, but it wasn’t going to fit.  I started working on undoing my belt, but my shaky hands were not doing a good job.  She asked if she could help asking me to stand up.  Before I knew what had happened and how to respond, she had unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down.  My dick was rock hard and standing straight up.  She asked if she could touch it.  Unable to talk I just shook my head.  She stroked by dick slowly but firmly.  She then asked if she could kiss it.  Again, a quick nod was all that was needed.  But a kiss did not come.  Instead she was sucking.  My stomach was tied in a knot.  I felt like something was not right but I didn’t want to stop her.  My god, she was older then my own mother.  And in a predictable young boy manner, I blew my load right in her mouth within the first minute.  She ate it all up never missing a stroke.  Indeed, she just kept on honking with determination and rhythm.  I just stood  and moaned..  At some point the excitement was just too much, I was having a hard time catching my breath.  I had to pull her off me.  Again, I felt embarrassed and quickly recouped myself to a point where I could gracefully, but quickly, excuse myself.  Out the back door I flew and ran into my house.  Sitting in my living room recounting the events that had just occurred, I pulled out my dick and masturbated till my parent returned.  I was exhausted.  I had just had my first real sexual experience.

For the next week or so I experience behavioral issues.  Obsession-Compulsion; I was jerking off at least 3 times a day.  An intimidating paranoia; I modified by schedule and always checked around before entering or leaving the house.  I did not want to confront her again.  After all, I would not know what to say or how to act. I was losing sleep and the ability to concentrate on any thing, but the image of my neighbor sucking my dick.  I could not tell anyone about what had happened, My friends would laugh at the idea of letting an older women suck my dick, at least that is what I thought.  This was my secret an I  had to internalize my emotions.

It was my last quarter of school and academic demands provided little emotional relief.  I found myself walking around with a hard-on as I glared at all the young girls around me imagining them sucking my dick with the determination and rhythm I had just experienced a few weeks before.  I left my shirt hang out to hide my erections.

I always came home from school a few hours before my parents, And like any other day, I usually went to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Standing there munching I glanced out the window to see my neighbor pruning her flower bed.  She was dressed appropriately for the hot day.  Her tight short-shorts and low cut T-shirt was providing me with lots of views as I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate while staring at her through the window.  Then for some unknown reason ,that many would consider fate, she stood straight up and immediately looked at me in the window.  She gave me a wave.  I ducked out of sight and continued to jerk off.  I took a peek out another window and discovered she had gone back inside her house.  I felt relieved.  My emotions were in a whirlwind.  I felt like I needed to do something to bring me down a bit.  I decided to call on my neighbor.

Now I didn’t want to just walk up to the front door and knock.  I decided to wait till I saw her in the back yard again.  The next day right after school, there she was.  My stomach jumped into my throat.  My knees had a bit of tremble.  I spent 10 minutes at the backdoor trying to figure out what I was going to say.  I pulled out my dick and started jerking off again.  Gathering all my gumption together, I put my dick inside my pants, pulled out my shirt and walked right out.  I froze on the back porch.  She called my name.  At first I did not respond or rather I couldn’t.  I felt frozen with fright right where I was.  She repeated her greeting and this time I glanced over.  She was waiving for me to come over.  I don’t know where the confidence came from, but I marched right over to her and said hello.

The conversation was light and fluffy: the weather, how is school going, how the flower bed was doing and predictions of baseball games to come.  This was not my purpose.  In a low pitch, cracking voice I asked if she had ever considered inviting me back to her house for another cool drink.  I think this caught her a bit off guard.  She was giving me a quizzical look and said nothing.  Her head quickly turned looking at me through the corner of her eye.  A petite smile followed.  She said “Maybe, but not today”.  I took in a deep breath waiting for more.  She suggested, I drop by on my way to the high school baseball game Friday night.  Knock on the back door, if I do not answer, enjoy the game.

I did not jerk off all day Thursday or Friday.  The urge to do such was very strong.  Indeed, I walked around with an erection the majority of the day.  But I demonstrated a strong will and did not touch myself.  I wanted to make sure I had a good load to offer her.  

Friday night my father allowed me to borrow his car.  I drove a few blocks away, parking the car behind a grocery store.  I walked up to her back door very carefully and knocked lightly.  She quickly opened the door and pulled me in.  The lights were off in the kitchen as she took my hand leading me into her living room.  Under the dim lighting of the living room I had a chance to look her over.  My mouth few open and I stopped breathing.  She was decked out in a corset with garters, stockings with a back seam, high heels, a snazzy hair-do and lots of make up.  I gasped to recapture my normal breathing rhythm but I was frozen standing in place.  She took me to the couch and sat me down.  I needed that.  She offered me a beer.  I accepted it and chugged it down quickly.  She got me another.  I sipped the second.  As I sipped, she sat in a chair opposite me.  At first she just appeared composed, motionless,  looking straight at me.  Then she changed her position on the chair.  Again, she sat motionless.  After a few moments, she changed again.  After several gyrations of this type of process I realized she was posing for me.  Not a word was being said but it had my attention.  I was mesmerized.  A true seductress was in action. 

After some ill defined period of time, and many different poses, she spread her legs wide and stuck her hand down her panties.  She was no longer motionless.  She was masturbating.  I could no longer contain myself and felt at liberty to follow her lead.  I pulled out my dick and stroked myself.  This did not last long as she moved herself over next to me and stroked my dick for me.  This too did not last long as she knelt on the floor and wrapped her lips around my dick.  But this was different then the first encounter.  Her motions were not as deliberate and engaging.  Instead they were slow, licking the shaft of my dick followed by a pronounced swallowing of my whole dick.  I expected her to gag, but she didn’t.  Pulling back, she was now stroking my slick dick with one hand, and holding my balls up with the other, as she tongued the crest at the base of my dick leading to my anus.  Just as I thought I was going to ejaculate she stopped and took on a more serene demeanor.  She took off all my clothes, licking me all over as each piece of clothing fell to the floor.  Standing there naked, she kneeled in front of me and sucked on me some more.  Life was good.

Positions quickly changed as she pulled off those frilly panties and bent over on the cushion of the couch.  Without thought, I assumed the position.  She was wet and slippery.  I was pounding her with that expected young man rapid pace.  I am really hitting it hard when I can to the realization my urge to ejaculate was fading.  I had slipped into this almost hypnotic state largely induced by the pure pleasure of fucking this women.  I felt energized and attempted to pick up the pace of my rhythm.  But I could not.  I was already doing it as fast as I could.  Not sure how long it took before my muscles began to show signs of fatigue.  But I persevered to maintain this break neck pace of fucking.  The pleasure level was just too great to let my body slow me down.  But all good things must come to an end as I was having a hard time catching my breath.  I knelt behind her.  I stared at that wet pussy right in front of me for a few moments, waiting to recoup from my sprint so I could hit it again.  She too was panting and moaning in an equally exhausted manner.

As I knelt there gasping for breath, I thought I heard foot steps coming out of the kitchen.  I quickly glanced over.  Even though unlit, I thought I saw someone stepping out of the doorway and back into the center of the room.  I panicked.. 

Jumping up looking for my clothes brought her out of her induced slumber.  Asking what was the matter, I pointed towards the kitchen and in a low voice told her that I saw someone in there.  I was very surprised by her lack of response to my accusation.  She seemed very calm and composed while I was bouncing off the walls in a desperate search for my pants.  In a deliberate and understanding way, she put her arms around me and told me to settle down.  Not knowing what to do, I just stood there hyperventilating, high anxiety. While telling me everything was alright she shuffled me over to the couch and sat me down.  Running into the kitchen she returned with another beer and gave it to me. In a somewhat demanding tone I asked who was in the kitchen.  Her sheepish response “My Husband”.  I stopped breathing.  She opened the beer, put it to my lips and poured some into my mouth.  I choked as it went down the wrong tube.  She slapped my back and I returned to the living with a gasp for fresh air.  I took the beer in hand and gulped down the whole thing.  The bubbles made me belch which again confirmed the fact that I was still alive.

A strong sense of uncertainty had left me numb and motionless sitting on the couch.  My dick, like much of the rest of me, had gone limp. With out coaxing or the hint of suggestion, she was now sucking my dick ferociously with swallows down to the base at a very rapid pace  For a second, the thought of her husband left me as my dick came to attention.  Glancing into the kitchen I could now clearly distinguish the outline of the man watching.  It appeared to be a non threatening situation, I did not want to stop the excellent blow job I was getting, I closed my eyes and laid back.  Her pace was unrelenting and had purpose.  I blew my wad right into her mouth without forewarning. She just kept on honking.  I glanced down to see my semen slipping out of her mouth and down the shaft of my dick.  Again, I had to pull her pumping head off me when the sensation was just too much.  Again, catching my breath was an issue.  I looked into the kitchen again, nobody was there.  She approached me with my clothes, I dressed.  She escorted me to the back door.  I walked to my car and went to the baseball game.

It was late in the sixth inning when I arrived.  I sat with some of my friends.  They wanted to know why I was so late.  I told them I had car troubles.  Sitting in the stands looking over the crowd I had an odd sensation.  There was a women several seats down from us, I could not take my eyes off her.  She was old enough to be my mother.  Even though older, she attracted me.  I imaged her sucking my dick, my erection returned.

Strange perceptions where becoming common place.  I found myself seriously staring at women that were probably older than my mother.  I had a very hard time trying to imagine the peer equivalent girls around me providing me with even a fraction of the thrill I had experienced with my next door neighbor.  I had become obsessively thinking about our next engagement.  I was still having a hard time sleeping.


Walking home from school on a pretty warm day, I noticed my neighbors front door was open and a fan was running in the window.  Without forethought, impulsive and somewhat out of control of my facilities, I ran up the steps and knocked on the front door. No one came to the door immediately and I considered running into my house, but I paused.  To my surprise, her husband answered the door.  I felt very uncomfortable as he invited me inside.  He instructed me to sit as he walked towards the back door to summons his wife who was sunning herself.  I quickly looked around a saw a half empty bottle of booze on the kitchen table and a smoldering cigarette in an ashtray.  She came in through the back door sweaty wearing a bikini.  Yes, she is older then me, a bit wrinkled in places and voluptuous.......but she was turning me on big time.  I was immediately provided a beer by the old man as I was being asked how my day was going.  

Small talk didn’t last long as the old man turned towards his wife 

“You know why he is here. Go ahead and give him a blowjob.”  

 She quickly gave him a quizzical look, stood up, closed the front door and closed the blinds on the front window.  Slowly the bikini came off as she approached me.  She removed my pants revealing my dick at full attention.  She stroked by dick like it was a monument, then took the entire thing in her mouth. I looked around to see the old man sitting across from us jerking off.  I wrongfully expected her to gag as she repeatedly went from the top to the very base in a very rhythmic manner.  She changed to a quick rolling suck of the rim of my dick as she continued to stroke my base.  The excitement was too much as I closed my eyes, laid back and moaned.  I heard movement in the room but was too lost in the moment to open my eyes and see what was going on.  Lips wrapped around my dick again but the pace was now very intense.  I looked down.  I was shocked.  The old man was now sucking my dick.  His wife was at the same time sucking the old man.  The question of what I should do was just beginning to congeal in my head as I ejaculated.  The old man swallowed every drop.  And as he swallowed, he ejaculated.  She swallowed every drop.  Needing another drink and smoke, the old man rose and went to the kitchen table.  She jumped right on my still erect dick and started riding me hard.  This went on for what seemed like a long time.  I tried to push her off but she refused and just kept on moving.  She finally tired and lay exhausted on the couch.  I got up, put on my pants.  As I walked for the front door, the old man gave me a thumbs up inviting me back whenever I wanted. I never did.

I graduated from high school a few weeks later.  I spent that summer with my grandparents in Florida.   I started college in the Fall and found my first real girl friend soon after.  I returned home several times during this period but I never saw or sought out the neighbors.  At Thanksgiving that year my mother told me the neighbors had moved.  I did not ask where.



Next Door Fitness



It is a typical Friday night for Roxanne and Danny. The young married couple who have been sweethearts since high school both get home from work, shower, get dressed, and go to dinner. The pair arrives at their favorite restaurant and orders their usual meals. A large salad is soon placed in front of Roxanne and plate of pasta is set in front of Danny. Roxanne tells Danny about her day and then he does the same. The conversation is light. Not much is new in the lives of the young couple. The meal ends and they proceed to the movie theater for a show. They hold hands during the film and discuss their individual likes and dislikes of the movie during the car ride home. 

It is late when they arrive home to their small apartment. Each spends some time in the bathroom preparing for bed. A single lamp on a bedside table illuminates the room. Danny's thin body is covered only by a pair of boxer shorts as he lay in bed waiting for Roxanne. She enters the room soon after wearing one of his old t-shirts and white pair of panties. Danny's eyes move up and down Roxanne's 5'9" body as she walks toward the bed. Her slightly curled blonde hair reaches all the way to her mid-back. Her green eyes sparkle in the dim light. Her 32DD breasts threaten to tear through the tiny shirt of his she is wearing. Her exposed thighs, lightly tanned, lead his gaze up to her panty clad pussy where he knows there is a small landing strip of blonde hair acting as a welcome mat for her sweet cunt. He smiles at her, knowing how lucky he is to have her.

Roxanne looks over Danny laying in the bed, waiting for her. His 5'7" body is not only thin, but small. She knows he is destined to be scrawny his entire life. He does almost no physical labor and therefore has no reason or opportunity to grow his muscles. His body is only a few shades darker than a sickly pale. Aside from looking cute from being so pathetic there was nothing overly attractive about him. Her eyes focus in on his crotch. Even his boxer shorts are nothing to write home about, being plain white with an open fly. Roxanne hides a disappointed grimace as she realizes his cock is getting hard and yet can barely push open the buttonless fly of the shorts. She knows he wants sex tonight. Internally, Roxanne resolves to give it to him because it is Friday and that is what they do on Friday.

"Hi, baby," says Danny. "Are you ready?"

Roxanne nods and drops her panties quickly down her legs. Danny lifts his legs and pushes of his boxers. She looks down and sees his semi-hard cock continue to stiffen between his boney legs. It grows to no more than a thin 5 inches. Roxanne wants to make this quick. She pulls the tight shirt over her head revealing her massive and firm tits. Danny shuts his eyes and breathes deeply. She knows the vision of her naked body is almost too much for him. She opens a drawer in the bedside table and pulls out a wrapped condom. Roxanne crawls on the bed and straddles Danny. Putting herself in control, she knows she can make him cum fast. Her hands unwrap the condom, slip between their bodies, and roll the condom onto his little prick. Swiftly, she lowers herself down and lets him enter her tight pussy. She is a little wet. Even though it is not the greatest in the world, to her, it is still sex. 

"Ahhh!" exclaims Danny once he is inside her.

Roxanne does not bother to even attempt to bounce up and down on him. She knows it will only lead to him repeatedly and clumsily slipping out of her. Roxanne resolves to just roll her hips in order to get him off. Danny's eyes are screwed shut as her gyrations begin to drive him closer to climax. Roxanne can tell he is fighting off an orgasm. Wanting to hurry things up, she puts both of her hands behind his head and pulls his face up into her soft tits. A few seconds of having his head surrounded by her luscious melons and Danny is cumming. His weak squirts barely fill the tip of the condom. The only indication Roxanne has that Danny has finished is his attempts to catch his breath. She releases his head and lets him fall back onto the pillows.

"That was nice," she lies to him. 

Danny has no idea Roxanne has never had an orgasm with him. She lays next to him and turns off the light. They each say their "goodnights" and "I love yous". Danny quickly falls into a satisfied sleep. Roxanne notices she is now slightly horny and decides to take care of herself. Her hand finds her wet pussy and she caresses her lips tenderly. Her fingers move slowly, just fast enough to give her pleasure and not wake Danny. Her other hand squeezes one her large tits, pinching her own nipple. Roxanne slips a finger into her wet box. Her thumb presses against her burning clit. Roxanne's fingers plunge in and out of her pussy faster now. Her climax is imminent. She pinches her nipple harder now, presses her clit, and shoves her fingers deep into herself. Roxanne's thighs clamp together as she rides out her self-induced orgasm. She bites her bottom lip to keep from moaning and alerting Danny to her actions. Roxanne comes down from her orgasm and tries to fall asleep. Her mind is filled with images and recollections of how she came to be with Danny...

Nothing particularly special attracted the gorgeous Roxanne to the lack luster Danny. They were in the same high school together. She was going to fail her computer science course and Danny was the only available tutor. She was between boyfriends at the time and when she passed the course she was incredibly grateful. She agreed to go to prom with him as a way of thanking him. Later on she treated him to a blowjob. What she did not count on was becoming attracted to his nerdy innocence. Soon after graduation, they were married. 

Danny and Roxanne are sound asleep in bed when an unexpected noise jars them awake. At first, neither one of them can identify the noise or the source, but as they emerge further out of their sleepy fog they realize what they are hearing.

"OH YES! FUCK ME! OH GOD YES, JOHN!"

The sounds are unmistakably those of a woman having sex. At first, Danny nor Roxanne can determine where the screams are coming from. Suddenly, there is a pounding sound emanating from wall behind their head, as if something large was hitting it from the opposite side in their new neighbor's apartment. The moaning and screams continue, but are joined by another voice.

"Yeah, baby! Take my cock! Take it all in!" a man's voice bellows.

"Give it to me! FUCK ME HARD, JOHN! FUCK ME WITH YOUR GIANT COCK!" the woman screams back.

The pounding on the wall increases in frequency and strength. Danny and Roxanne look at each other with concerned looks on their faces, both wondering if a hole in the wall will soon appear. They hear the woman on the other side of the wall scream out in ecstasy one last time before the pounding on the wall stops. There is silence in their bedroom now. Neither Danny nor Roxanne know what to say or if they should say anything at all. Without warning they both start to giggle and laugh a bit at the awkwardness of the situation. They roll back over to their respective sides of the bed and go back to sleep. Roxanne closes her eyes and begins to imagine what could have caused such reactions from the woman on the other side of the wall. The tingle in her pussy returns, but she suppresses the urge to take care of it and forces herself to sleep. 

It is Saturday morning. Roxanne and Danny are clearing the table from breakfast. As is usual with the couple, the conversation is light and not very interesting. Neither of them is prepared to discuss what they heard the night before coming from their neighbor's apartment. It is not long before the husband and wife part ways for the day. Danny is off to spend the day installing a new sound system in his friend's apartment across town and Roxanne is leaving for the gym with no finite plans for the rest of the day. After a quick kiss goodbye Danny is out the door. Roxanne grabs her gym bag and leaves the apartment. 

Roxanne walks down the hall toward the elevator and glances briefly at the door of her new neighbor's apartment. Memories of the sexual sounds from the night before fill her mind. She is so distracted she almost walks right into the closed elevator door. She presses the down button and waits for the car to arrive. Before it does, she hears an apartment door open and shut behind her. Roxanne turns to see a woman exiting the new neighbor's apartment. The stranger walks up and joins Roxanne in waiting for the elevator. The car arrives and both women enter without saying a word. On the way down, Roxanne breaks the ice.

"Hi. I'm Roxanne," she says with an extended hand.

"Jill," replies the woman and shakes Roxanne's hand.

"I guess we're neighbors now," says Roxanne. "Welcome to the building."

"I'm sorry?" Jill says quizzically.

"Didn't you just move in next to my apartment?"

"Oh! No. I don't live here. I was just...um...visiting."

Roxanne's eyes scan the obviously flustered Jill. It is now clear the woman had only spent the night. Her dress is a black cocktail dress with matching black heels. The dress itself appears to have just been thrown on this morning without much care for how it set on Jill's body. Jill's body itself also catches Roxanne's eye. Her hair, a frazzled mess that looks as though it had once been matted down with heavy amounts of moisture, is brown. Her skin is white and glowing. Her breasts are a very nice feature. Slightly smaller than her own, Roxanne estimates them to be about 34D.

The two women exit the elevator at the lobby and part ways without saying another word. Roxanne arrives at the gym twenty minutes later and immediately hops on the treadmill. Her workout clothes are nothing out of the ordinary. A pair of running shorts clings nicely to her smooth thighs and well sculpted ass. Her top is a white t-shirt and underneath it her breasts are encased in a snug sports bra. She hates wearing the sports bra because it is too small, but it is the only way to prevent other members of the gym from being distracted by her jostling behemoths. The running on the treadmill serves as an opportunity for her to think. Inevitably her thoughts betray her and she begins to compare her sexual experiences with Danny to what she can only imagine Jill experienced the night before.

"Hi there," a voice says and pulls Roxanne out of her reverie. 

Roxanne looks to her left and sees a man standing next to her. He is large. Standing what she assumes has to be 6'3" tall, the man is incredibly muscular. He is clearly no stranger to the gym and yet he is not grotesquely ripped. Her eyes drink in his lean, cut, strong looking form before she acknowledges him with a response.

"Hi. Can I help you?" she asks.

"Maybe. I think I know you."

Roxanne steps off the treadmill and stands face-to-face with the man she is sure she does not know. She rolls her eyes at his attempt to break the ice. Her right hand holds her left hand and fiddles with her wedding ring. She hopes this gesture will encourage him to move. 

"I don't think we know each other," she tells him. "I think I would remember you." Her eyes move up and down his chiseled body once again. Roxanne can feel the faint sensation of moisture forming in her pussy.

"Well we haven't formally met, yet," he tells her. "I just moved into your building and I am pretty sure you are my neighbor. I'm John." He extends his hand for her to shake.

Roxanne is unable to move. Memories of what she heard the night before come rushing back at her. Next, she thinks of Jill and how worn out but incredibly satisfied she looked. Roxanne's eyes quickly flash downward to steal a gaze at John's crotch. Though it is covered by a pair of shorts, she can clearly see the outline of what looks to be his very large cock. She looks back up at his face. She takes his hand and notices how firm and strong his grip is. Before she can speak, she swallows the saliva that has built up in her watering mouth.

"I'm...uh...Roxanne."

"You sound unsure about that," he says with a laugh.

"No, I was just trying to think if I've seen you around the building."

"Probably not. I just moved in and I only caught a glimpse of you getting in the elevator this morning."

Roxanne savors the strength of John's grip just a bit longer before letting go and speaking again.

"So...are you joining this gym?" she asks him.

"No. Actually, I work here now. I am a personal trainer."

Speaking without thinking, Roxanne makes a suggestion, "Oh, well maybe I can be one of your first clients."

John's eyes move up and down her body, "I don't think you need any advice on working out. You look just fine to me."

Roxanne's eyes widen at the possible double meaning in his compliment. Her tingling pussy becomes more insistent. Unconsciously she presses her thighs together in an effort to stifle her urges. 

"Well, I was just thinking that maybe you could give me some pointers. There is always room for improvement. And with you living so close, maybe you can come by and teach me some workout routines I can do at home."

"That does sound like a fun idea," John agrees.

"Then it's settled. Tell you what, I am done here for now. Why don't you come by my apartment a little later today for lunch? Maybe evaluate my eating habits or something?"

John smiles and Roxanne goes weak in the knees. "Sounds great. See you at noon."

"It's a date."

Roxanne walks to the locker room, collects her things, and races to her car. Her heart races the entire way home. When she finally gets in her apartment she tears her clothes off and plops down on her bed. Quickly she begins repeating what she did the previous night. One hand roughly cups a breast and begins pinching her diamond hard nipple. The other hand starts to furiously rub her flaming pussy. Adulterous thoughts fill Roxanne's mind while she pleasures her body. She wonders just how big John's cock is and what it would feel like to have it deep inside her cunt. Roxanne soon realizes her hand and fingers will not be enough to satisfy the urge in her pussy. She opens the drawer on her bedside table and removes a large rubber dildo. She traces the head of the toy up and down her slit twice and then rams the entire length deep inside herself. She cums instantly. Her body is rocked by her self-induced orgasm. She lies on the bed trying to catch her breath and falls asleep, dreaming of John. 

Roxanne is awoken by a knock at the door. Flustered, she throws on a robe and checks the peep hole to see who is knocking. She gasps when she sees it is John. She looks at the clock and realizes it is noon. Again, not thinking, she opens the door.

"Hi, John. You certainly are punctual."

"Well I figured I better go above and beyond to please my first client."

John's words cause Roxanne's imagination to run wild with ideas on how he could please her. She bites her lower lip and runs her eyes over his body, still clad in his gym clothes. She invites him in.

"Did I catch you at an inconvenient time?" he asks her.

"No. Why do you ask?" John then indicates her wearing a robe.

"Oh!" Roxanne exclaims, clutching the robe closed over her cleavage. "No, I...um...was just taking a nap. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Sorry to hear that. I can come back later if you like."

"Don't be silly. I asked you to come by and instruct me."

John walks up close to her. "And what would like me to instruct you on?"

Roxanne swallows hard. She cannot tell if the heat she is feeling is coming from John's body or her own. She is suddenly very aware of the fact she is naked under her robe. 

"Well, I'm really not sure. I try to stay in shape, but I don't always know what to eat after a workout. Don't you find it hard to balance a diet?" she asks him.

"Yes. I find it very hard."

Roxanne feels a chill of excitement run up her spine. She swallows hard again.

"What do you...um...suggest as a good staple of a good diet?"

John steps closer; he is mere inches from her robe clad body. "Meat. Big, thick pieces of meat."

Roxanne's breathing quickens. She wonders if John is really saying what she thinks he is saying. Her lips quiver as her next few words leave her mouth.

"Where do you suggest I get a big, thick piece of meat?"

"From me."

John closes the small gap between him and Roxanne. His large hands reach out and hold her small face. He leans in and presses his lips firmly against hers. Instinctively, Roxanne closes her eyes; enjoying the sensation of John's forceful mouth. John takes one of her hands in his and brings it down to rest on his crotch. Roxanne's fingers cannot help but curl and try to grip John's semi-hard cock through his shorts. The feeling of his thickness brings her back to reality and she pushes him away.

"What's wrong?" he asks her.

"I can't do this. I'm married to Danny."

"I know."

"You do? Then why did you just kiss me like that?"

"Because I could tell you wanted it."

"I did want it. And I still do. But what about Danny?"

"What about him? I can tell you aren't satisfied or else you wouldn't have wanted me to kiss you."

"I...uh...I just don't know," Roxanne says while wringing her hands.

"You know you want this. Just give it a try."

"Oh, John!" Roxanne exclaims and runs toward him. Her arms wrap around his neck and she presses her lips to his again.

John's arms reach around Roxanne's small frame and allow his hands to rest at the small of her back. Roxanne opens her mouth; pressing her tongue against John's lips. He accepts her tongue inside his mouth and returns the gesture with his own. John moves his hands lower, grasping Roxanne's tight ass through her robe. She moans approvingly into his mouth. Her tongue continues to tangle with his in a lust filled duel until she breaks away.

"I have to admit that we heard you last night with Jill," Roxanne tells him.

"Oh yeah?" John asks with a grin "So?"

"So, I want to see what made her scream like that," Roxanne says as she grabs John's cock through his shorts.

"You got it."

John hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and swiftly pushes his shorts and boxers down and off his legs. Roxanne's eyes immediately fixate on his semi-hard dick hanging between his legs. Awestruck, she drops to her knees in front of him, allowing her robe to fall from her body, and visually examining the specimen of man meat before her.

"Oh my god! It's so thick! And long!"

"Glad you like it," John teases.

"How big is it?" she asks as she wraps her slim fingers around his bare shaft.

"It's ten inches long and 5 ½ inches around."

"Holy shit! You are twice as big as Danny!"

"Why don't you use your mouth to show your appreciation in a different way?"

Roxanne takes the hint and lifts Johns dick up towards her mouth. She sees the first drop of pre-cum already forming on the bulbous tip. Deftly, her tongue darts out to taste his nectar. It is sweet and salty at the same time. She loves it. Her lips part and her head moves forward. The heat of her breath brushes past his increasingly large cockhead. Her lips move further, engulfing the crown. Roxanne closes her mouth around the giant head and starts to slowly rub her tongue all over it. 

John closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He is loving the way Roxanne's mouth feels on his prick. His hands rest on her head, his fingers working their way through her thick blonde hair. Roxanne's hands begin to work their way up and down John's now fully firm shaft. Her soft fingers begin to twist around its girth. She begins to suck intently on the tip of his meaty cock. John's hands apply some force to her head. Roxanne starts to slowly allow more of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue runs along the underside of every hot inch she allows inside. After what seems like an eternity for the both of them, John's dick hits the back of Roxanne's throat with a pleasant bump.




Next Door Fitness



Roxanne sees that almost half of John's cock is still outside of her well stretched mouth. She inhales deeply through her nose and starts to suck hard. John lets out a groan of pleasure. His hands hold her head in place as he starts to back his cock out of her hot mouth. With just the tip left in, John pushes forward again, establishing a steady rhythm with which to fuck Roxanne's face. Roxanne is taken aback a little by this act of dominance. Danny had never taken control of her head during a blowjob, much less actively move his little dick in and out of her. Roxanne continues to suck and moan around the big cock she is enjoying. Her hands reach up and cup the two pendulous balls attached at the base of John's shaft. Their size and weight are like nothing she had every felt before.

"You like my big balls, Roxy?" John asks.

"Mmmhmmm," she responds without letting his cock out of her mouth.

"They're nice and full. Do a good job and you'll get what's inside."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moans around his cock again.

"That's a good girl. Play with my big balls while you suck my cock."

Roxanne does as he asks, afraid to deny him any pleasure before she experiences having him inside her. Her hands rub and play with his heavy sack for several minutes as she continues to suck and lick all over the top half of his thick cock. Then, John does something unexpected. He pulls his cock completely out of Roxanne's mouth, a thin trail of saliva bridges the distance between his tip and her lips.

"What's wrong?" she asks?

"Nothing. Just going to change things up."

John squats down and grabs Roxanne underneath her arms. In one jerking motion he lifts her entire body into the air and sits her down on the countertop. 

"Wow! You are so strong!" Roxanne says as she grips John's muscular arms to steady herself. "You're like an animal!"

"Grrrrrr," is his response before leaning in and smashing his lips to her hers again. 

The searing kiss catches Roxanne off guard again, but her arms quickly wrap around John's massive frame and pull him closer. John's hands find Roxanne's breasts and roughly begin to squeeze the big balloons. 

"Mmmmmmm," is the only reaction she can give while kissing him.

John breaks the kiss. His head falls between Roxanne's soft tits. His lips and tongue immediately begin to cover every inch of her funbags. His mouth latches on to one nipple, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. Roxanne moans again. In her mind she realizes Danny has never lasted this long, long enough to pay the proper amount of attention to her marvelous tits. Her hands grip John's head and push him as hard as she can manage into her chest. Though they are both enjoying the oral foreplay, John breaks away and stands up straight.

There is a hungry look in his eye, a look Roxanne has never seen made by her husband. John places one hand on her shoulder and another on her lower back. All at once he leans Roxanne back and pulls her bottom to the very edge of the countertop. He takes the hand off her back and grabs his still hard cock. He lines it up with Roxanne's wet pussy and moves just close enough to have the tip touch her swollen cunt lips.

"Point of no return, Roxy," he says to her. "Are you ready?"

Roxanne bites her lower lip in apprehension. Her blood is on fire from everything that has gone on already. She knows she should be faithful to Danny, but her body yearns for the Adonis standing in front of her. She tries to speak, but she cannot make a sound. She nods a weak yes to John's question.

John sees her affirmation and pushes forward. The head of his cock separates Roxanne's hot cunt lips. He knows he should be gentle, but her equally perfect body has gotten him much too excited to care about letting her adjust to his size. He forcibly pushes his entire length into Roxanne's unbelievably tight pussy.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Roxanne screams, finally able to speak. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

John just smirks and grunts, pleased with the obvious pleasure he is giving her. In no time his cock is balls deep inside her. Roxanne reaches out and embraces John to keep from collapsing and falling off the countertop. Her breaths are coming in short bursts. Her head is resting on one of John's broad shoulders with her eyes screwed shut holding back tears from a combination of pain and pleasure. Both lovers stand still for a moment.

"Are you okay?" he asks her.

"Shut up. Shut up and fuck me," Roxanne tells him before wrapping her legs around John's back.

John is more than eager to accommodate her request. Without saying another word, he begins a slow and tender rhythm of sawing his thick cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Roxanne's small frame quivers with delight while she holds on to her new found sex god. John's cock works her tight cunt over and over again. He is amazed at how little her pussy is expanding in reaction to his giant invader. With each soft stroke his large balls gently bounce off the little bit of Roxanne's ass hanging off the countertop, smearing the juices escaping her pussy and running down her body.

"Oh, John! You feel amazing inside me."

"You feel amazing on me, Roxy."

"Fuck me harder, please," she practically begs.

John's pace quickens with Roxanne's latest request. His soft rhythmic intrusion into her velvet box starts to transform into hard thrusts. Each new aggressive penetration makes the countertop shake a little more and satisfies Roxanne's lust a little more. Roxanne's breathing becomes labored and her eyes open. Her body has finally adjusted to John's assault. In more control of her actions, Roxanne begins to kiss John's shoulder and neck, working her way upward. Her mouth finds his ear and she nibbles gently on it. Her sultry gasps and moans seem amplified to John with her mouth right next to his ear. 

"Oh my god! Harder...Hard..oh FUCK....HARDER!"

John redoubles his efforts and begins to give Roxanne's pussy the pounding she has been fantasizing about. His long dick feels harder than before. Roxanne can swear he has found a way to go even deeper inside. She draws in a sharp breath and drops her head back to his shoulder. Her open mouth allows her teeth to sink into his skin. The pain is exquisite and drives him on to keep hammering away at her pussy.

It comes about suddenly and almost without warning. After one significantly forcefully thrust, an explosion occurs deep down inside Roxanne. The sensation travels up her spine to the top of her neck. Her entire body becomes rigid all at once. This is the moment she has waited for. 

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!"

Roxanne's pussy contracts violently around John's cock. The already tight hole becomes like a vice as it grips his steel shaft. The dam inside her breaks. Roxanne's pussy floods with a river of orgasmic juices. The hot, sticky honey washes over John's bare shaft sending incredible feelings of pleasure through him. Satisfied with his work, John holds Roxanne close and becomes relentless in his drilling. John fucks her through her orgasm for a full minute before Roxanne realizes what has just happened. As her vision clears she hears John telling her something.

"Oh, Roxy! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fill you up, Roxy!

Roxanne's thoughts are just clear enough to realize what he has said and she remembers he is not wearing a condom. Before she can summon the strength to protest she knows it is already too late. John's cockhead expands deep inside her well-fucked pussy. His balls begin to contract. Roxanne is still amazed that they are big enough for her to feel them contract. The first thick rope of cum rushes up John's shaft. Roxanne is not sure, but she believes she can actually feel it travel up inside her. Finally it blasts out of John's cockhead and sears the deepest parts of Roxanne's cunt. The shot is followed by another and another and another. The deep blasts trigger another orgasm inside Roxanne.

"Oh Fuck! I'm cumming again!"

With the words out of her mouth, Roxanne hotly presses her mouth to his and engages in another long kiss while John's cock continues to spew hot cum inside her. The pair of lovers does not pay attention to how long they kiss or how long their orgasms last. They pull away from each other as their mutual feelings of euphoria begin to fade. Roxanne is still shaking and grips the countertop for support. She looks up at John.

"That was the single most incredibly experience of my life."

John smirks. "Just wait until next time. It gets better."





Next Door Fitness



John immediately begins to hammer away at Roxanne's amazingly tight cunt. His hands firmly grip her hips as he fucks her harder and faster than he had done all day. Each hard thrust pushes Roxanne forward several inches. Her breasts dangle and sway beneath her raised body. The force of their fucking causes the headboard to bang repeatedly against the wall.

It is this sound that wakes Danny from his depressed sleep. He recognizes the banging on the wall from the night before. He can hear faint moaning from the other side of the wall.

"Can you believe this?" he asks out loud. He receives no response. "Roxanne..."

Danny moves to wake his wife and discovers she is not in the bed with him. The banging on the wall becomes more insistent. The moans get louder, but are still not much more than guttural noises made in the throes of passion. Danny gets out of bed and searches the apartment, calling Roxanne's name the entire time. He returns to the bedroom after not finding her anywhere. The moans from the other side of the wall become actual words.

"Fuck me, John! Fuck me HARD!"

For a split second Danny thinks it is Roxanne's voice coming from the other side. He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Oh yeah, Roxy! Take my cock in your tight pussy!"

Danny's eyes widen at what hears. He still refuses to believe his wife is on the other side of the now violent shaking wall. Before he can think of a plausible explanation he hears one more cry of ecstasy.

"YES! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK ME LIKE DANNY NEVER COULD!"

With those words Danny realizes there is no denying the situation. His wife is having an affair with their neighbor. He sits on the bed, unsure of what to do. The screams and moans coming from the next apartment serve as coffin nails to his marriage. Danny collapses onto his pillow and finally allows himself to cry until he is far too tired to generate tears.

Meanwhile, John continues to shove his cock deep in Roxanne's cunt as she braces herself against the hammering headboard. John's giant balls smack against her burning clit every time he sinks his entire length into her. The rapid stimulation of the little nubbin fuels another orgasm for Roxanne.

"Don't stop, John! I'm cumming again! FUCK!!!!!!!!"

John does not let up this time and continues to ravage her pussy as she cums on his cock. Roxanne's breathing is little more than panting now. John's fucking is not enough to keep her up and she collapses onto the bed. John finally pulls out and lays on his back next to her, holding his wet cock in his hand.

"I guess you enjoyed all that," he says.

Roxanne looks over at him. "You're damn right I did. That was even more amazing than earlier. You have no idea how much I needed that."

"I think I have a vague idea," he chuckles. "Ya' know. If you need this so bad, there is a way to have it all the time."

"And what is that?" she asks him.

"Move in with me."

Roxanne's eyes widen. Even after all she had done today she had never once thought of leaving Danny. She tries to think of any reason she can to oppose the idea. In the end, she knows she can never be happy with him. Danny cannot give her what she needs. There is no love in their relationship. They have nothing.

"Yes," she says. "I'll do it."

"Good. Now if you don't mind, I have yet to finish."

Roxanne glances at John's still stiff prick and is amazed at how he has not yet cum. Her pussy juice still glistens on his shaft. Without any warning Roxanne moves down and devours half of John cock at once. John groans in approval. Roxanne's lips smack and slurp against his dick. Her saliva pours down his shaft and helps her hands slide up and down the section of his pole she cannot consume. The sounds of her sloppy blowjob fill the bedroom. She takes her mouth off his hot rod and proceeds to lick John's sack. Her coarse tongue feels amazing to him.

"Oh, Roxy! You are such a good little cocksucker!"

Roxanne sucks one of his balls into her mouth. John groans loudly in pleasure. She does the same thing to the other testicle and gets the same reaction. To finish off her oral endeavor, Roxanne presses the flat part of her tongue against the base of John's cock and slowly licks upward until she reaches the tip. She lets go and sits up the bed, straddling John. Her hand grasps his cock and she lowers herself down onto him.

"OH GOD! IT'S LIKE A FUCKING BASEBALL BAT!"

Her cunt lips cling tightly to the shaft as she continues to take it up inside her. John's need is more than Roxanne anticipates. He grabs her hips and pulls her down forcefully onto his cock. Her cunt stretches painfully to accommodate him. Just before Roxanne can bottom out, John feels a barrier preventing him from going any deeper inside her. He lifts her up and pulls her back down. Again he is stopped. The sensations of pleasure have Roxanne dazed and unable to communicate what she is feeling to John. Up and down John moves her body, trying to sink his cock completely up inside her. Then he makes it pass the barrier.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

Roxanne's reaction startles John at the same time he is feeling a tightness like nothing he has never felt before. John holds his position. He is afraid he may have hurt her.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"You....just.....entered....my cervix..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"...*gasp*...fuck me!.."

John does not hesitate any longer. He picks up at the pace he left off on. His giant cock working its way deeper than either him or Roxanne ever thought possible. His cock penetrating her cervix with each upward thrust. The sensations are practically indescribable for both of them. After only a few deep strokes, Roxanne is cumming again. 

"Oh god! OH GOD! OH FUCK! "

"I'm right behind you baby!"

Roxanne barely hears John's words before feeling the entire length of his shaft contract inside of her and start firing thick ropes of cum directly into her womb. The hot goo heats her core, extending her orgasm. The incredible sensations are far too much for her. Roxanne sees fireworks in her eyes before she blacks out completely.

It is morning when Roxanne finally comes around. She finds herself wrapped up in John's strong arms. She knows what she has to do and feels better about it while in his embrace. Roxanne works her way out of the bed and locates her robe. She returns to her apartment to find Danny already up and sitting at the kitchen table. They lock eyes. She knows he knows.

"Danny I..."

"Don't. Okay? Just don't even try to explain it."

"I won't. But there is something you need to know."

"What?"

"I'm leaving you. For John."

"I figured," Danny stands up and walks toward her. "I'll give you the rest of the day to get your stuff moved. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Do you really care? Just do what you have to do."

Danny walks to the door. Roxanne tries to think of something to say, but nothing comes to her mind. Danny leaves. Roxanne is standing alone in the apartment. Part of her wants to cry, but a bigger part of her wants to start moving on and moving out.

Roxanne moves in with John. Danny does not move out of his apartment. Every night he lays awake and listens to the passionate moans and groans of his neighbor and former wife. Roxanne and John go on to explore and indulge in every sexual hunger they can come up with. Although many additional lovers join Roxanne and John's bed, she never sleeps with Danny again.





Next Door Fun



Samantha (my present wife) and I have been together for about 25 years and married for 21. We met at a swing party in Virginia. She was naked, on all fours in the middle of the room pulling a train. I was at the end of a very long line (maybe six or seven guys ahead of me). 

We never had much money. That's why, when Sam and I were driving east on old US Rt. 40 across country, we tried always to stay in a Motel 6 at a time when Motel 6s were merely cheap $6 motels. We stopped at one 100 miles of Columbus, Ohio. This motel amounted to only a string of maybe 10 ramshackle units looking like rundown trailers jammed together along the highway. 

We checked in and had no sooner poured ourselves a drink than we heard people opening the door to the next unit. Sam noticed a bright spot high up in the connecting wall. I immediately pulled a chair over to the wall and stood up on the seat. By craning my neck, I was barely able to see through what was obviously a peep hole made by a former tenant. 

A couple of high school kids were in the room. The boy was a tall, thin black kid wearing a varsity jacket. The girl was white and seemed a good deal younger. They were sitting on the bed smoking a joint and passing a bottle in a paper sack back and forth, then kissing and feeling each other up. 

Samantha was tugging on my pants leg. "Let me see," she whispered. I surrendered the chair to her, but I had to put our suitcase on the seat for her to stand on so her eye would reach the peephole. Sam described what she saw in a loud whisper, the boy was undressing the girl, the girl was undressing the boy, she was sucking his cock, etc. 

I was becoming very impatient for my turn so she reluctantly stepped down, commenting that since this was a Friday night, she thought he might be a high school football star, and she possibly a cheerleader. I tossed the suitcase on the bed and resumed my perch on the chair, adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position in my pants. I was just in time to see the boy get down to business. 

The bed was against the opposite wall, so all I really saw was the kid's back and her high, spread legs as he worked his cock into her. 

I watched for a minute or two and then looked down when Sam tugged on my pants leg again. She was wearing her bathrobe. "I'm going to crash the party," she said. 

Oh, boy! She slipped out the door, and I resumed my post on the chair. The kids on the bed abruptly froze. Evidently, they had heard Samantha at their door. The boy scampered off the bed and began hopping around pulling on his pants, while the girl, panic stricken, bolted for the tiny bathroom. 

The boy cautiously opened the door a mere crack and peeked out to see who his visitor was. I didn't hear the brief conversation, but Samantha was evidently persuasive, because the boy quickly opened the door to admit my bare footed wife, and just as quickly closed it again, this time turning the bolt to prevent further interruptions. 

Samantha sat on the edge of the bed, carefully arranging her robe, while the boy went to the bathroom to have a short conference with his girl. Then he returned to sit next to Samantha. The little girl timidly followed him, wrapped in a large bath towel. She moved toward me, out of my line of sight, but I presume she sat in a chair, waiting to see what would happen next. 

Meanwhile, the boy rolled another joint and lit it while Samantha was taking a long pull on the bottle, still in its sack. Then he handed her the joint and presumably passed the bottle to the girl. A minute later she passed it back to the boy. Samantha, having been warmed by two stout drinks in our room and a long pull at whatever was in the bottle, plus two or three drags on the joint was obviously in a playful mood, because she began telling the kids about a similar experience she had had when she was a high school sophomore, barely fifteen, in a small high school only about 200 miles north of our present location. The three had another drink, and another pull on the joint while they talked about current high school football standings. 

Samantha was becoming increasingly animated, touching the boy on his thigh to make her points, while her robe carelessly opened to give the kid a good look at one breast before she closed it again. The bottle was passed around again. This time, when Samantha took a drink, her robe fell open, revealing both breasts. Then she said something about the thermostat and shrugged the robe off altogether. 

The boy tentatively reached over and touched a breast. Sam retaliated by moving her hand, which had rested almost continuously on the boy's thigh, to the growing lump in his pants that even I could see. He evidently took this as an encouraging sign because he put his arms around her and drew her close so her breasts were mashed against his bare, hairless, chest. Then they kissed. 

I hoped the little girl was watching closely because Samantha is the undisputed queen of open mouthed kisses. She was in a perfect position to see exactly how it was done. My view was obstructed because the boy was facing away from me. Then Samantha took the boy's right hand and placed it on her breast. He promptly began to squeeze and twist her breast and nipple, while Samantha reached into his crotch and began stroking his growing erection. 

Suddenly, the boy stood and let his pants fall around his ankles. He turned away from Samantha and urged the girl to join them. I heard no response. The kid turned back to the bed. By this time, Samantha had moved to the center of the bed and was lying on her back, her knees drawn up and widely spread in open invitation. Even her pussy had opened. As the boy moved toward her, she raised her arms to embrace him, and then reached down -- I saw her white hand between his dark legs -- to guide his cock into her cunt. 

The poor kid was so keyed up, so stimulated by this unexpected good fortune, that he came almost immediately after only a half dozen thrusts. Her hands gripped his butt, trying to pull him deeper as I saw his balls draw up and watched as he made two or three final ejaculatory thrusts. He collapsed on her. She held him close against her and then said something. They rolled simultaneously to the side, he was still deeply embedded in my wife, while their breathing gradually slowed. 

I knew she would be trying to revive him with her Kegel muscles. Her back was turned to the girl who had moved and was now sitting cautiously on the side of the bed. Samantha's cunt muscles seemed to be doing the trick, because the boy began a slow thrusting motion with his hips. 

My legs and back had begun to ache so painfully from standing on that chair on my tiptoes, that my erection had disappeared and all I could think about was sitting down. Besides, it looked as if it would be at least a few minutes before anything interesting happened again, so I stepped down on somewhat wobbly legs, poured another shot of whiskey into my glass, went to take a leak and to cut my drink with a little water. Then I sat down. 

But not for long. My ears perked up when I heard the bed springs again begin to rhythmically squeak accompanied by Samantha's familiar soft moans. Forcing my burning muscles to obey, I stood, tossed off my drink, and resumed my post on the chair. This time, however, I had added an inch or two to my height by standing on a bed pillow I had used to pad the chair seat. 

As I thought, the kid was back in the saddle, pumping away in Samantha. However, a new element was added to the mix. The girl had moved, and was now half sitting on the bed, half leaning against the wall (there was no headboard), still modestly wrapped in her towel, but directing her attention mostly to Samantha's body. It's quite possible, I suppose, that she had never seen a mature woman's body before, and I'm very certain she had never seen a mature woman's body in such intimate circumstances. She seemed fascinated by Samantha's nipples, which are a very accurate indicator of her state of arousal. Here, stimulated not only by the circumstances and the young cock she was enjoying, but also by the closeness of a young female, her nipples were as fully engorged as I've ever seen them. 

The girl tentatively touched the nearest one, and Samantha immediately shifted into high gear, fucking the boy so strenuously that had he not been an athlete, she might have caused a whiplash. The girl, meanwhile, moistened her finger and returned it to Samantha's nipple, and evidently pinched it because Samantha suddenly went rigid with concentration, her toes curling, as successive shudders shook her body. I don't believe I ever saw her come as violently as she did that night. 

Just as quickly, she went limp. The boy tried in vain to revive her with his cock, but Samantha had damned near knocked herself out. She pushed the kid off her, thanked him with a loving kiss, put on her robe, and staggered to the door. I hopped down and ran to our door, opening it just in time to meet her. After our loving embrace, I led her to our bed, quickly undressed and slid into bed with her, holding her in my arms as she drifted off to sleep. 

They don't build motels like that any more. What a pity.



Next Door Neighbor



Several years ago, I lived in a house that had been converted to apartments. My landlord lived next door and was in the process of converting that house to apartments as well. I had lived there for a couple of years when he finally got an upstairs apartment going, and a new tenant moved in. 

She was a college student, blonde hair, and blue eyes, about 5’2” and would pass as a Darryl Hanna stand in. My landlord’s wife told me all about her including that she had a boyfriend. I don’t know why she told me all of this, because at first, she sounded like she was thinking of trying to set me up with her or something. She had my interest peaked until she mentioned the boyfriend part.

Oh well, life goes on.

I kept my eyes open for her anyway. Always hoping that she might break up with him, leaving an opening for me. Occasionally I would see her coming or going, or occasionally I would see her in the shared laundry facility. I was and still am rather shy, especially around beautiful women, so I never said hi to her on those rare occasions that I would be close enough to talk. 

A couple of weeks after she moved in, I discovered that her apartment was one floor down and right across from mine. The house that I lived in was three stories, and I lived on the third floor. The house that she lived in was two stories, and she was on the second. The reason that I knew that was her apartment was that when I would come home at night, there were lights on in those windows, and there had never been before. 

Not that I am a peeping tom or anything, but when I would walk by the window looking down on her apartment, the lights would always catch my attention. And I had to walk by that window often because it was by the bathroom and at the top of the stairwell entering my apartment. I never paid much attention to it because her blinds were always turned the wrong way for me to see anything. 

Well, one night after she had been there a couple of months, I saw more light than normal out of the corner of my eye as I walked by that window. Looking down, she had turned the blinds the other way and I could see right into her bedroom. The blinds were turned tight, so that the only thing that I could see was part of her bed. Judging that I would never get to see more than that, I went about my business. 

Over the next couple of weeks, those blinds would be turned at different angles, allowing different views into her apartment. Occasionally, she would have them turned just right so that I could see most of her bedroom, including the TV on the far side of the room. Sometimes I even saw her moving around the room.

Because of the way the blinds were turned, most of the time all that I could see were her legs. Sometimes, they would be turned so that I could see more of her as she moved around her bedroom. There was the rare occasion that the blinds would be open more, and I would get to see all of her.

As I said, I am not a peeping tom, so I didn’t sit there and watch. Most of the time that I saw into her apartment it was unintentional. But one night, I came home and walked by that window looking down on her. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. She had the blinds turned so that I could see most of her bedroom again, and it looked like she was dusting or something. It wasn’t what she was doing that made me stop, it was the fact that she was wearing a bra and sweats only. Now this girl wasn’t big breasted, probably a B cup, and the bra was rather plain, but she was so beautiful that that bra was probably the sexiest piece of undergarment that I had seen in a long time.

I stood there for a couple of moments staring at her with my jaw halfway to the ground. Not wanting to be caught and be accused of being a pervert, I quickly left the window and went about my way. 

The rest of the time that she stayed there, I hardly ever saw those blinds turned so that I couldn’t see in. I don’t think I ever saw her wear a shirt inside of her apartment again. I saw her moving around her bedroom in a bra quite frequently. Usually she would wear sweats, but on occasion, I would see her in just panties and a bra. 

Then one night I came home and when I got to the top of the steps, I saw right into her apartment. She had pulled the blinds up giving me an unrestricted view. I was going to turn the lights on and go about my business when she walked into the room. Seeing what she was wearing, I stopped right there and never turned the lights on that night. Instead, I got down on my hands and knees, poking my head above the windowsill and watched to see what I could see. 

Normally she always wore plain jane underwear, fruit of the looms if I had to guess. But that night was different, she was wearing lacy underwear. As I said earlier, she was so good looking that she made normal underwear look like sexy lingerie. That night, she was absolutely stunning.

She was walking around talking on the telephone, so I figured that she was getting ready to go out for the evening. I was expecting her to put on some make up, some nice clothes and then leave. She never did either thing. She just walked around her apartment, occasionally walking into the bedroom, while talking on the phone. Then she hung the phone up, and I figured that was it for my show, and she would finish getting ready and leave. 

Not so. 

Instead, with her back to the window, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She walked over to her closet and hung it up, with her back still to me. Then she turned around. I figured for sure that I was going to get to see her tits, but she had one arm across her chest hiding everything from my sight. She walked up to the window like that, looked up towards me, shook her finger no, and dropped the blinds. They were turned pointing down removing her room from my view. 

Shit, I figured I was busted; the police would be knocking on my door shortly to arrest me for being a peeping tom. I didn’t think that she could see me though, after all my lights were out. If you ever a looked out a glass window from a lighted room, you know how the only thing that you can see is the reflection of the room inside and lighted objects outside. And my apartment was dark, how could she have known that I was there? Was she just guessing? I waited it out and the police never did knock on my door.

That night and the next day at work were just nerve racking for me. I figured that since the police never came, my landlord would come over and serve me an eviction notice instead. When I got home that night, there was no eviction notice on my door, and no messages on my answering machine and her lights were out. That was a little relief. 

Then I walked by that window. I had to; it was by the bathroom. 

Her lights were on and the blinds were turned up again. Looks like maybe we were back to the usual. I didn’t mean to look, but when I came out of the bathroom, she was laying in bed belly down watching TV. I was afraid to look, but all of that skin caught my attention. Besides her back was to me, so I took a second look and she was wearing panties only. I couldn’t see any signs of her bra. Not wanting to be caught again, I quickly moved on and away from the window. I walked by that window several times over the next hour or so, pretending that I had to go to the bathroom a lot. I never looked while going in, but going out I would be looking that direction, and without turning my head down, I would try to look with only with my eyes. I ran into the wall once or twice walking like that. I would always slow down and if it looked like she still had her back to me, I would turn my head down so that I could get a better view. Once, she was up on her elbows and I could see the side of one of her breasts. 

I knew it was perverted and that I shouldn’t be looking, but it was at that period of time that I was going to school full time and working full time and I didn’t have a life or a girlfriend and I was lonely as hell. Not to mention it had been quite some time since I had been laid.

Eventually, she turned out the lights and went to bed. But before she pulled the sheets up, she got up I would assume to go to the bathroom or turn things off. In this short time frame, she was moving around by the light from the TV and remained topless. Not that the light was great, but my timing was right and I got to see her tits with little obstruction, and they were just as beautiful as the rest of her. Perfectly proportioned to her frame, with areolas that were slightly bigger than her erasure sized nipples. 

The last thing she did before turning the TV off was to walk up to the blinds and turn them shut. I stepped back into the shadows figuring that she had seen me for sure. This time the lights were on in parts of my apartment and off in hers. I was able to see only because I didn’t have any light directly shining on the window. But she didn’t look up at me and she didn’t wag her finger. 

I was a little more cautious after that and whenever I saw lights on in her apartment, I would make sure that all of mine were off.

That was the only time that I saw her topless for several weeks. I did see her once or twice come out of the shower and get dressed before going out for the evening. I would say that I got to see her naked those times, but she always had her back to me or the blinds would be turned so that my view was limited to her legs and feet.

Then one night towards the end of the spring semester, I came up the steps and saw a sight that I thought that I would never see. The first thing I saw was her feet sticking up in the air, bouncing up and down. I took one more step up the stairs and then I saw her boyfriend’s hairy ass pumping up and down between those legs. 

I dropped everything that was in my hands and crawled up to the window. I watched as they fucked like that for some time. Even at that view, all that I could see was her legs and his back, but I watched anyway hoping that they would change angles or something. Then he went tense and her legs shook as they came together. 

A few moments later, he got up and went into the other room and she rolled over to her side. From what I could tell, it looked like she had a Kleenex and was cleaning herself up. When she was done, she got up and put on a pair of sweats and left the room. The lights were on so I stayed at my position. 

Then he came in still naked and started throwing darts. She came back in still topless with a couple beers in hand, handing him one. They played darts like that for a while with him naked and her topless when she suddenly attacked him knocking him to the bed. They wrestled with her on top for a couple of minutes and somehow her sweats disappeared before she mounted his now erect penis. 

I still wish that I was the one under her that night. To say I was amazed was to understate it. Here was the neighbor girl that I had been fantasizing about for the last two semesters less than 50 feet from me, facing me, bare ass naked bouncing up and down on some guys cock. It is at this point in most of these stories that you hear the writer comment that somehow his dick was in his hand and he was cumming buckets. I will admit that I was hard as a rock, but I was afraid that if stopped long enough to pull my pants off, I might miss something, or worse yet, she might notice the motion and pull the blinds shut. But she didn’t and I didn’t. 

Well, that was it for the shows that she gave me, her blinds were always pointed down, never letting the light up in my direction. Then one night about the time classes were finishing up for the local colleges, I came home and her blinds were pulled up allowing for a complete view into her room. The only problem was that her apartment was almost empty. The TV was gone, the decorations were missing from the walls and there were a couple of boxes lying around. 

Damned, it looked like the show was over for me. I went about my business, expecting to never see my beautiful neighbor again. Then my telephone rang.

“Hello.”

“Have you been enjoying the view?” It was a young female voice unfamiliar to me. 

“What view?” I responded.

“Go to your window and take a look,” she told me.

“Which window?” I asked. I had a feeling I knew who it was when she said ‘window,’ but I was playing stupid, because I’m not good on confrontations, and I figured that she might be trying to set me up to bust me or something. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to hang up, but something else was telling me that I was talking to a very beautiful woman and to keep talking as long as I could. 

“The window overlooking the driveway. The one looking into my bedroom window.” 

“Why?” There was no doubt in my mind who it was now, but I continued playing stupid because if I stopped now, I might as well be confessing to being a peeping tom.

“I thought that I would give you one last show. You better hurry up before I change my mind.”

She had me now. I walked towards the bathroom in anticipation of what I was about to see. When I got there, I could see her in a bathrobe holding a phone to her ear. “That’s better, now turn on the lights so that I can see you watching me.”

I turned on the light over the stairs, and she continued with her conversation. “I was hoping it was you,” she said as she dropped the robe. She was wearing the lace bra and panty set that I saw her in a few months back. 

“What do you mean you were hoping it was me?” I asked.

“I had no idea who lives up there. But you’re the one that I was hoping for. Have you been watching me?” she asked.

“Honestly, I tried not to, but you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself.”

“Good, I wasn’t sure if anyone was watching. I was getting ready for bed one night, when I noticed that the blinds were turned so that I could see light from your window. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but then I saw you moving around up there and realized that you could probably see into my bedroom. I was afraid that you had seen more of me than I appreciated. I was a embarrassed and angry at first, but the more I thought about it, the less angry I was, and the more aroused I became.”

“So, do you like what you see?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to see more?”

“Yes.”

“Then you got to show me some of yourself. Take off your shirt.”

I did, and she took off her bra. 

“Nice,” she commented. “Anyway, I started trying to come up with ways to see if you were watching. I started to walk around in my bra only, or I would go topless sometimes in an attempt to catch your attention long enough to see if you were watching. I even started taking showers at night, getting dressed in the bedroom as an excuse to be naked for a few seconds. So how much have you seen?”

I told her what I had seen of her little shows, holding back about the night with her boyfriend. I told her that I think that I had missed most of her shows due mostly to timing. I went on to tell her how I felt like a peeping tom, and didn’t want to be accused of being a pervert, so I tried not to look. It wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful, it was simply because I was afraid of being caught.

“Well, now that you’ve admitted to being a peeping tom and spying on me, what should I do with you?” she said teasingly. “Did you watch me and my boyfriend fuck the other night?”

“Couldn’t miss it. Especially the last part when you climbed up on top of him.”

“I was hoping you were watching. The thought that someone could have been watching just drove me wild.”

“You have seen all of me, now I want to see all of you. Take off you pants.”

“What?”

“I want to see what you got and if I’m turning you on. Now take off your pants.”

“I’m not sure if I can do that.” I told her.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said as she hooked her thumbs in her panties waistband. She pulled them down a little bit and stopped. “Your turn now.” 

I hadn’t seen her bush yet and was anxious to; I sat down on the stairs so that I could take my shoes and pants off, then stood back up in my underwear. She had taken her panties off while I was sitting down, but put a hand in front of herself when she saw that I had left my underwear on. “The underwear to,” she told me. “If you want to see all of me, I get to see all of you.” I took my underwear off, and she lowered her hand. We stood in our respective windows looking at each other, not saying a word, my dick was standing straight up as if to salute her.

“I want more, do you mind if I come over,” she asked me.

“Only if you wear those bra and panties that you just took off. “

“It’s a deal,” and she hung up the phone. I watched as she put the bra and panties back on, followed by a pair of sweat pants. She disappeared from her bedroom, and I figured that she had a shirt in the other room that she was going to put on before she came over. Moments later, I saw her walking out of the back door and down the driveway without a shirt on. I was really surprised at this because we lived on the main road in town and at a busy intersection. There was sure to be at least a half dozen cars sitting at one of the red lights, and she had to come around to the front door to get to my apartment. 

A few seconds later, she came up the steps to my apartment and my heart went pitter-patter. She had taken off the sweat pants and was carrying them in one hand. I couldn’t find any words to say she was so beautiful, and the sexiest thing that have ever seen in that lace underwear. This couldn’t be happening to me. 

I just stood there as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She reached for my hands next, pulling them up to her shoulders. She placed my fingers on the straps, and gently pulled my hands down. This had the effect of pulling the straps down so that her bra started to fall away from her. 

My hands followed the straps down until I had her breasts in my hands. I leaned into her and kissed each nipple, kissing the skin in between each breast as I moved from one to the other. I let my hands roam down her body moving towards her panties. When my fingers found the waistband, I started kissing down her belly until I got to the top of the lace that made up her panties. I paused momentarily as I pulled her panties down to admire the beauty of her bush. Although her pubes were darker than the hair on top of her head, she was still a natural blonde. Her pussy lips were swollen and peeking out into view, and I could smell her musk. I pulled her panties all the way down and she stepped out of them. She spread her legs briefly as I went in to kiss her bush.

All that I got was a good taste before she pulled me back up, directing me to the couch. She sat me down and bent down taking my dick in her hands. I watched as this beauty started licking me sending waves of pleasure through my body. She tormented me with the pleasure of her fellatio for several minutes before moving back up. She climbed on my lap and slowly lowered herself onto me. She was tight and wet and there was little resistance as she slid onto me. 

I watched as she bounced up and down on top of me: her beautiful hair, her small perky breasts, and that golden blonde bush. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I was so infatuated with her that she could have been the worst lay in my life, and I would not have known the difference. She came within a few minutes and leaned into me, hugging me until her body calmed down from her orgasm. 

She got up from the couch and walked me over to the window. “So this is where you have been watching me from? I always wondered what the view was like. Do me right here,” she said as she bent over in front of the window, holding onto the base for support.


We fucked like that for several minutes with her asking me questions about what I saw and if I liked it. I was standing on the steps leading up to my apartment and was having a hard time trying to keep from falling. Because of this I didn’t pay close attention to most of her questions. Most of them I answered yes to regardless if I actually saw her or not. 




Next Door Neighbor



Then she got to the other night when her boyfriend was with her. She asked me if I liked her show and I told her yes. Then she asked me if I wished that I was the one with her that night. When I told her yes, she screamed and started shaking in her second orgasm, almost knocking me down the stairs. 

When she was done shaking from her orgasm, I took her into my bedroom, laying her across my bed. The first thing that I did was to start licking her pussy. I had just a tease earlier, now I was getting a face full of her. I licked up and down the inside of her thighs, just along the hairline to her pussy, making sure to get a very good look while I was this close. From there, I moved in and kissed along the side of her pussy, grazing her lips with the side of my cheeks. Next I moved into her pussy, licking and nibbling on those lips, moving ever closer to her clit. When I got there, I put a finger in her while I kissed and sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before I brought her to another orgasm. 

When I was done, I moved up and started fucking her. After all of the excitement of the evening, it wasn’t long before I came. 

When I was done, she got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She came back out into the main room and started putting her bra on. Reaching behind her back to fasten the clasps, she paused for a second and then took it back off. “These are yours,” she said reaching for her sweat pants instead. She put them on and walked down the steps topless, leaving her bra and panties on my couch. 

I walked over to the window to watch her walk back to her apartment, hoping for one last look at that body of hers. Instead, I heard a several cars honking out front, so I ran over to the window that overlooked the street out front. She was standing on the sidewalk naked with her arms up in the air waving at the passing cars. She leaned forward like she was bowing, or something then she turned towards me, spread her legs and bent over mooning the passing cars. She stood up and ran around back, making it into her apartment before I could get to the other window. 

When she got up there, she pulled an oversized sweatshirt out of one of the boxes and put it on. She grabbed the two remaining boxes and left the bedroom. I saw her a couple of moments later putting them in her car and she drove away. I never saw her again after that night. I never knew her name. 

I woke up the next morning thinking that I had one hell of a wet dream until I walked into the living room and found her lace underwear on my couch. I later found her sweats on the steps to the front porch. 



Next Door Neighbor



I live in a typical suburban neighborhood, all streets are cul-de-sacs and the houses are all nice and well kept. It is the he perfect place to raise kids, and enjoy your neighbors. Enjoying my new neighbor Katie is an especially wonderful perk of living in this neighborhood. It all started shortly after Katie moved in next door, she had recently divorced, and moved into the neighborhood with her four children to get away and start over again. Our kids immediately became friends, and were often seen outside playing on nice summer days. I met Katie at the annual neighborhood pool party that summer. People bring food, there are activities planned for both adults and children, it is an all day affair. There is always a lot of food, and plenty of booze for the adults, no one has to worry about driving home.

I had been laying in one of the chaise lounges enjoying a beer, and watching some of the ladies in their swim suits, while I pretended to be asleep behind my sunglasses. I felt someone sit down next to me and I turned to look over. It was Katie from next door.

"Hello, I'm Jon, I haven't had a chance to come over and introduce myself. I am your next door neighbor."

Katie shook my hand replying, "Katie, I have seen you come and go, our kids are getting along quite well, as if they have been friends for a long time."

We spent about an hour conversing on all kinds of topics, while the kids played and my wife was with her circle of neighborhood women gossiping.

Katie and I had the same sense of humor, a somewhat twisted view of things, but funny nonetheless. We chatted and flirted easily with each other. Before long though the kids were back and the mood was broken.

"Hard to get a good conversation with children around", Katie said rolling her eyes.

"I agree, maybe we can continue our chat sometime when we won't be interrupted." I replied.

Glancing over to where my wife was with her circle of friends, Katie said smiling, "I doubt if your wife will let you come over and chat with me."

"That is true; hmmm do you use instant messaging software? I am online late working each night after everyone goes to bed, easier to chat then."

Katie agreed and we exchanged instant messaging Ids.

The next evening I was working online, my wife and kids having already gone to bed, when I saw Katie sign on. We had the best chat I have ever had on-line, full of laughing, flirting, and just plain silly fun. Looking down I noticed we had been chatting for 3 hours. We both were pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to converse, and agreed to meet again online the next night.

Over the course of the next several weeks we would chat just about every night, and the chatting got more and more sexually charged each time. There were many nights of fantasy filled chatting that lead to some very hot cyber sex, and a couple very intense phone sex chats. We both agreed that we need to have some time together alone, but were not sure how to arrange that what with kids, wife, jobs, etc.

One day my wife told me that she needed to travel to visit her mother who was having some health issues, and she was going to take our kids to visit with their relatives in the town. They would be gone rest of the week and through the weekend. If I could be lucky enough, this would be the weekend Katie's ex had the kids!

That night I waited to see if Katie would sign on, hoping that this would work out for us.

"Hey there sexy" came the message from Katie.

"Hello baby, I have good news for you, this coming weekend wife and kids will be out of town, I could be all yours!"

"Hmmm, this is like hitting the lottery, guess where the kids will be this coming weekend?"

"Yeah!!!!!!!" is all I replied. 

We discussed if we were ready to take the next step and agreed that we were, so plans were made for me to come over that Friday evening after everyone was gone.

The day finally arrived, and I was so nervous and filled with anticipation I could hardly sit still. After kissing the wife and kids goodbye and watching them pull away, I took a shower and pulled on some jeans, no underwear, and tee shirt, slipped into sandals and headed next door.

Entering the back door, which Katie usually kept unlocked for the kids, I made my way into the kitchen, and could see her standing in the living room next to the sofa, talking on the phone to her kids who had left hours earlier with their dad.

Katie was wearing sweat pants, with Nike logo across her round lovely ass, and a white tee shirt. I walked up behind her and touched her back; she jumped, turned, smiled, and gave me a signal that she should be done in one minute. I didn't want to wait; I pulled her hair off her neck and leaned in to kiss her neck. She tried to wiggle away, but I held her in my arms, kissing her neck and nuzzling her earlobes. I could tell she was trying to maintain her composure as she finished up her conversations. Not stopping I slipped my hands down and under her tee shirt. Sliding them slowly up her belly, they came across her wonderful bra-less tits, my hands ran over them for the first time. They were bigger and felt better then I ever imagined. Katie gave me a half hearted stare trying to get me to stop fondling her as she spoke with her kids, but the seriousness of the look was betrayed by a smile and wink.

I continued feeling her tits, running the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, they were so hard, and I could tell she loved the teasing. I kissed her neck fondled her tits, then took one hand and slide it down her naked back, lower until I felt the waist band of her sweat pants. I slipped my hand inside her sweat pants and ran my hand over her nice round ass, Katie had a great body even after four kids, and her ass was one of her best features. I had spent many nights dreaming about getting my hands on it, and here I was standing in her living room rubbing her bare ass.

Hanging up the phone and removing my hands from her shirt and pants, she pushed me back onto the sofa. 

"You are a very bad man", she said with an evil grin on her face, then jumped on top of me on the sofa. We embraced and started kissing, Katie on top of me grinding against my hard cock. My hands were in her hair, pulling her tight against my lips, as we kissed long and passionately, tongues dancing, lips on fire. Breaking she stripped my tee shirt off and I pulled her's over her head. She laid down, her nice big tits crushed against my chest. My hands on her back, dragging my finger nails up and down her back, making her tingle. She kissed my chest, back up to my mouth. My hands found her naked ass once again, and with both hands I squeezed and fondled it. Katie sunk down to the floor on her knees, between my legs. She looked me in the eyes as she undid my jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down. She smiled at the surprise as my hard cock popped out of my jeans. Looking it over, then running her tongue slowly around my head, my cock twitched, and grew even harder. She worked my jeans off and then slowly kissed her way up my legs, higher and higher. Coming to my cock, she stuck her tongue out and slid it slowly up the underside of my cock. Long slow lick up to the head, I was in heaven. Taking just the head into her mouth, she sucked on it; I could feel her tongue swirling over the slit. Her fingers formed a tight little circle around my cock as she started jacking me up and down. Taking more and more into her mouth, until all my cock was in. She looked at me with those sexy eyes, and swallowed, the suction on my cock almost made me cum right then. Katie sensed that she had me now, and wasn't about to let up, she sucked my cock, played with my balls, trying to get me cum in record time. I couldn't hold out long, being with her was what I dreamt about for months, and now it was happening.

"I am going to cum soon", I said breathing hard.

"Cum for me Jon", she whispered in her deep sexy voice.

That was it, she took me all the way in and I exploded shot after shot of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, keeping a tight seal on my cock. After I had finished unloading in her mouth, she slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, cleaning up all traces of my cum.

Laying back and catching my breath, Katie reached down and took my hand, pulling me off the sofa, and leading me back to her bedroom. Once there she slid out of her sweat pants and crawled into bed, holding the cover up to crawl in next to her. I slid in next to her and started kissing her lips, face to face we were laying, snuggling and kissing, Katie's leg over my hip. I kissed along her neck, her earlobes, back to her lips. Then making my move to please her, I pushed her onto her back and started kissing her chest. Straddling her legs, I leaned in and took one of her tits into my mouth, sliding my mouth over as much as I could stuff into it. I paused, swallowed to create suction, slowly pulled my mouth off her tit, leaving just the nipple between my lips. I tugged her nipple, pulling her tit, then released it and watched her tits jiggle as it fell out of my mouth. My fingers slid down to her pussy and began teasing her as I sucked the other tit into my mouth. Her body squirmed as I ravished her tits and my fingers ran up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit and finding her opening before sliding effortlessly in.

Not wanting to wait to long and possessed by a strong desire to taste her, I slide between her legs, threw her legs over my shoulders, and started licking and sucking her wet pussy. My lips brushed her clit, she jumped, my tongue found her opening and slid in, she moaned. Hands on her ass pulling her onto my tongue, I licked, sucked, nibbled my way up and down and inside her pussy. Her legs squeezed my head tight; I cold tell she was getting close to cumming. She cried out my name and her legs tighten around my neck as she came all over my mouth and tongue. I lapped up the sweet juices, and held the pressure on her pussy and clit until she had had a couple powerful orgasms. Her legs unwrapped from around my neck and Katie lay on the bed drained, breathing hard. I pulled myself up to beside her again and held her tight in my arms.

Many minutes passed with both of us not speaking, just feeling each other breath contently in each other's arms. My hands were stroking her back, down to cup her ass, back over her hips, and up to fondle her tits, making slow deliberate motions to caress her entire body. This was having a major affect on my cock; it was getting hard between us. Katie put her leg over mine and pulled me close, my cock pushed flat against her pussy. Slowly she started sliding back and forth along my shaft, her slick wet pussy sliding effortlessly along my cock. My hands playing with her ass as she slid along my cock, both of us moaning as we continued. Finally after much stimulation I needed to be inside her, I reached between us and stuffed my hard cock head into her pussy. We paused and look into each other's eyes as I slowly pushed my cock inside her, and then we were joined. We started fucking slowly; in and out, long slow strokes, which soon turned into fast furious fucking, both of us consumed with lust. Two sweaty lust filled bodies seeking release. Finally I couldn't take it any longer.

"Oh Katie, I am cumming" I cried out as I erupted deep inside her pussy.

"Oh Jon, so am I" she cried as I felt her pussy grip my cock tight. She came with a powerful body shaking orgasm, and then fell into my arms both of us breathing like we had just run a marathon. If this is the start, I may not survive the rest of the weekend I thought as we both drifted off to sleep, still joined.



Next Door Neighbor



Last Saturday was a warm one for Michigan this time of year, and I was sitting out on my front porch having a smoke. After just a few minutes out there, my new neighbors pulled up in their driveway and I watched as the husband, his name was Bill, got out of the car and started walking towards his house. It looked like his wife fell out of her door and he had to come back and practically carry her into the house. "Must have been a fun night." I thought. More fun than mine anyway. It was about midnight and my wife had been asleep for almost two hours already, and here I sat on the porch smoking and having a few beers.

After a short time Bill came back out and lit up a smoke. He must have seen me under the porch light because he waved. I waved back and said "Hi, neighbor."

"Hi." He said across the yard. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Same."

"Looks like you had a fun night."

"Um, not really." He said as walked towards me.

I sized him up, wondering as I do in situations with possibilities, if he would be the second man I sucked. He must have changed, because I could see now that he was just wearing sleep pants, a t-shirt and some sandals. He also had a drink in his hand that looked like just whisky and ice. I stayed seated until he got there, then responded: 

"Why not?"

"Angela."

"What about her?"

"She's drunk again."

"I see." I wasn't really too sure what to say as we had never had more than a 30 second conversation before and never more interesting than the weather. My curiosity was piqued, though, so I said "That happens a lot?"

"Seems to lately."

"Why is that?"

"Well, it seems like whenever I think we have an opportunity to have some 'together time' she gets too drunk to do it."

"Wow. That sucks." I said.

"Tell me about it."

This conversation was about sex already and I was going to try and steer it towards seeing if he might be open to the possibility that I wanted.

"Any idea why?"

"Yeah, I think so..." He stopped.

"Well, you can't stop now... unless you want to."

"It started a few months ago..." He stopped again.

"And?"

"And we went to a friend's house that was having a party. One of Angela's coworkers needed a ride, we ended up coming back to our house and... well... we had a threesome. Things haven't been the same since."

"Hmm. Sounds like fun to me." I said.

"Yeah. It was fun."

"Was she hot?"

"It wasn't a she."

This was perfect. I thought on this for a second, then said "You mean it was you and another dude and your wife?"

"Yep. I'm not gay or anything, but it was fun. Totally hot, actually."

"It sounds hot. I'd love to see my wife fucked by another guy. " I paused for a second like I had to think about my next words. "And to be honest, I wouldn't mind playing around with the guy a bit."

"Yeah, it was fun alright. But it's probably the reason she doesn't want to have sex lately."

I ignored that comment and asked, "Is it something you'd like to try again?"

"Which part?"

"The playing around with the guy part."

"Yeah, I think I would if the timing and circumstances were right, I guess."

"When?"

He looked me in the face and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean like, when would you want to try it again?"

"I dunno, I guess."

Now was my chance.

"How about now?" I asked.

He must not have been wearing any underwear, because I saw the front of his sleep pants move a little bit as his cock started to grow. 

"Well, it does sound fun. I dunno, though."

"It looks like you want to." I said and pointed to the tenting of his pants.

He looked down and laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess it knows what it wants." He paused like he was going to say something, but didn't.

"It could be fun," I said "and if it's not, then no harm done. I know I'm sure as hell not going to tell anyone about it either way."

"Shit, no way. Neither would I." He paused again, like he was mulling it over.

I was about to say something when he spoke up, "Fuck it. Let's go over to my place."

Oh my god, I thought. It's really going to happen. I'm going to suck my second cock. Mine was already painfully hard in my shorts and I had butterflies in my stomach from the anticipation of it. 

I followed him back to his house. He seemed a little drunk from the way he walked, but maybe that helped his decision.

Once inside, I whispered "What about your wife? Will she wake up?"

"No way. C'mere and I'll show you."

I followed him down the hall and into his bedroom. There was Angela lying on the bed, fully nude and in a fetal position facing away from us. I could see her blonde hair, the curve of her back and what looked like a really nice ass with her feet tucked up under it. He reached out, touched her hip and gave her a little shake and said her name. She just gave out a little grunt and never moved. 

"Told ya." He said and motioned me out of the room.

I took one more glance back at his naked wife on the bed and then followed him downstairs. 

Once down there he turned to face me and asked, "So... how do you want to do this?"

"Well, do you really want to play with another guy?"

"Yes."

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my t-shirt off and started on my shorts. My cock was rock hard and sprang free. It was curving upwards, throbbing with every heartbeat, and so hard it almost hurt.

He looked at my cock, then at me and got on his knees. I took a step forward until it was just inches from his face. He looked it over like it was the first one he'd ever seen and then reached up to grab it. Slowly he started to jerk me off. After about a minute of this, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and he took his first taste as he rubbed me on his lips and then licked it off. Apparently he liked it, because that's when the blow job really began. He sucked me and stroked me like he'd done it all his life, or maybe it just felt so good because I was so damn horny for cock. Either way, it was great and I told him so.

"God, that feels good. Do you like sucking me?"

He just nodded with his mouth full. 

"Fuck dude, I can tell. Suck me like your wife does to you. Show me what that's like."

He changed his tactic a bit and coated my cock with his saliva and began milking it. He held the head in his mouth, licking it and was pulling on the shaft from the base up to his mouth, going hand over hand. It was kind of like how a farmer milks a cow. Whatever it was, it felt damn good and before long I felt my cock give a small spasm and almost lost it. I didn't want to cum yet and quickly pulled back from him a bit. I almost fell over from the treatment, but steadied myself by grabbing one of his shoulders. 

"Shit, that was close." I said.

He reached up and gently stroked my cock and said, "Not close enough. As long as we're doing this I wanna taste it, too."

"You will. But I need a chance with you first."

"Ok." Was all he said as he staggered to his feet and pulled off his shirt.

Guess I never really noticed before, but my neighbor was ripped. He had rounded hard biceps, strong forearms, actual pecs with nice nips on the end of them and a truly hard stomach. I thought I was in decent shape, but nothing like this. He put me to shame.

His sleep pants came off next.

"Oh my god." I said as his cock sprang into view.

It was seriously huge. I found out later that it was a little over eight inches long. He was circumcised and the shaft was perfectly cylindrical and fat. When I get hard, my cock sticks straight out and curves up some, but his hung a little beyond halfway down, probably held down by its own massive weight. It was beautiful and I wanted it bad.

"Do you want to stand or sit?" I asked him.

"I think I'd better sit. The alcohol is kicking in some."

I watched as he made his way to the couch, with that huge piece of meat swinging with each step, then I got down to my hands and knees and crawled to where he was to worship his dick.

I kneeled up straight in front of him and between his legs to look him over. I felt like a little boy compared to him and I wanted to serve him and do whatever he wanted. I wanted to do things I had never wanted before. I wanted to eat him up, lick him wherever he wanted me to, have his cum all over me, be abused by him and fucked by him. My cock jerked when I thought of his dick in my ass, making me cry in pain as he fucked me. Just the thought of it almost made me cum.

With these thoughts running through my head, all I could bring myself to say was:

"If Angela doesn't give you what you want, I'm right next door and will do whatever you say whenever I can." And with that, I lowered myself to his cock.

I could smell it right away and it was musky from his night at the party, but I didn't care. I grabbed it with my left hand and held it up straight. It felt heavy and the skin was soft wrapped around that hard core. I wasted no time and shoved as much as I could into my mouth. It was huge, and I could only get about a third of it in, but I feasted on that third like a starving man, bobbing on it and drooling like I was possessed.

It was good to be on my knees again and sucking dick like a bitch.

I could tell he liked it too, by his moans and the way he was starting to fuck my face. I tried to tell myself to slow down and enjoy this, but the animal in me took over and I used my mouth like a pussy sucking him in and out and jerking him off with two hands that barely fit around his cock. I was working him hard and in a matter of minutes I could tell he was close. His dick got even bigger and harder and he froze. I pulled my hands down making the skin tight, just like I do with mine. He whispered an "Oh fuck" and came with a huge oozing pulse. I watched as it came out the tip, ran down that massive head and over my knuckles. He shot two more loads and I sucked him back in, finally tasting cum again. He jerked from the intensity of it all as I started to suck and clean him up, his cock still twitching and pushing cum into my hungry mouth. I fucking loved it and wanted more. I licked from base to tip and got every drop of it, and wiped my slippery hands on my chest.

I felt him start to soften in my mouth a little and looked up. He had one arm thrown up over his eyes and was breathing hard. I stopped nursing his cock just long enough to ask if he was ok, then started licking again. 

"Yes." He said "That was hot. I needed that."

"I needed it too, and I'll do it anytime."

"Good. Now I need to finish you."

"Are you sure you still want to?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

I stood up and offered myself to him again. He sat up straight, grabbed my dick and started jerking me off. It felt good. He knew how to handle a cock better than my own wife and she was very good at it. I looked down at this muscular neighbor of mine, with his half hard cock that was still as big as mine when it was fully hard, masturbating me and waiting for me to cum. It wasn't going to take long and I told him so. He sucked me back into his mouth and my knees got weak, forcing me to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. I almost never cum when my wife sucks me, but it was probably under a minute before my cock got even harder and I warned him, "I'm gonna cum." He just moaned as I froze and pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into his mouth. Sometimes when I cum it feels like just a little comes out, sometimes it feels like more, and this felt like a record. I felt his mouth close around me as he swallowed a couple times and I steadied myself, gripping his shoulders again from the sensations.

I managed an "Oh, my god." As he pulled his head back to release my cock and lean back onto the couch.

I looked down at him relaxing there, with his soft cock hanging between his spread legs and wanted nothing more than to get back down on the floor and nurse it back to hardness. Even after just cumming I wanted more. It's not like I even wanted more for myself, I wanted to service him more and give that rare and relaxing after cum blowjob just to make him feel good.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, though, I sat next to him on the couch and faced him.

"You ok with what we did?" I asked.

"Yes. Very ok."

"Good. I am too. I think we're gonna be good neighbors.

He chuckled a little and said "Yeah, so do I."

"Alright. I don't wanna overstay my welcome, so I'm gonna head out."

"Ok. I should probably go to bed, anyway."

I stood up and got dressed. "I can see myself out." He just nodded as I gave one last look at my naked neighbor still laying back on the couch, then turned and left.



Next Door Neighbor



I pulled up into the driveway and sighed. It had been a long day at work, and all I had to look forward to was a frozen dinner, whatever crap there was on tv, and falling asleep by myself. It wasn't the most exciting of plans, but I just couldn't get up the energy to go back out even if it was a Friday night and I knew I didn't have to get up in the morning. The fact that my girlfriend of nearly a year had broken up with me the month before didn't put me in the best mood either. It had been fairly amicable, she had taken a job in another city and I wasn't so committed to her that I was willing to completely uproot myself and follow after her. To be fair, I was still feeling fairly sorry for myself and hadn't quite managed to work myself out of the post-breakup funk I found myself in. 

As I opened the door, I saw my next door neighbor, Vicki, standing on her front porch talking on her cell phone. She was dressed for a night out on the town in a spaghetti strap black dress than ended just a bit above mid-thigh and stiletto heels that added a good three inches of height. Her red hair was cut shoulder length and was slightly curled. I waved at her and she waved back. She was a bit older than me, early forties if I had to guess, but she could still turn heads and she knew it. She and her husband had split up about five years previous, and I think she got a thrill out of turning the heads of the men in the neighborhood. She had a habit of wearing just a bikini top and short shorts while she worked in the garden, and on more than one occasion I caught sight of her sunbathing with her top untied in her backyard. It was enough to make me feel like a horny teenager when I caught sight of her from an upstairs window, hoping that she would "forget" and roll over to give me a full look at her breasts. 

I walked up to my front door and placed the key in the key lock when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but turned quickly to see Vicki standing there. 

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," she said, placing her hand lightly on my wrist. I stared down at her, sneaking a look at the top of her breasts. Vicki was about five two, and she was generously endowed with what I guess was at least a D cup. The rumor mill in the neighborhood was that she had spent part of the money she had received from the divorce getting herself enhanced, but as far as I was concerned it was money well spent. With an effort I pulled my eyes up to make contact with her green eyes. 

"Vicki, hi, sorry I didn't hear you come up," I said. "What's up?" 

"My date cancelled on me," she said, pouting at me. I caught a whiff of her perfume, a delicate lavender scent. "And all my girlfriends already have other plans," she said. "What are you doing tonight?" 

I shrugged. "I don't really have plans," I said. "A frozen dinner, maybe some tv. Nothing too fun," I confessed. 

She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. "Why don't you come over to my place?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. 

I smiled at turned the key in my lock. "Sure I said," pushing the door open. "Let me just get changed." 

She nodded and lifted her hand from my arm. "Do you like pizza?" she asked. "I can go place an order while you change." She looked down at herself and laughed. "Maybe I'll go change too. This isn't exactly a stay-in-and-eat-pizza dress." 

I chuckled. "I'd have no complaints." 

"Is there anything you don't want on it?" she asked me. 

"Just no anchovies," I replied with a wink. 

I stepped into my house and closed the door behind me as Vicki walked back up to her house. The place felt empty and lonely, and given the fact that I hadn't cleaned for a while made me glad that Vicki hadn't decided to invite herself in. I would have had a hard time refusing her, but it wouldn't have left the best impression. 

I stepped into my bedroom, shedding my work clothes and trying to decide what to wear. Sure, it was just pizza with a neighbor, but that didn't mean I had to act like a total slob about it. I quickly decided that a shower was in order. I mean, I wasn't planning on anything happening. She was my neighbor after all. It was just probably a good idea to freshen up a bit. 

I opted for a short sleeved polo shirt that was mostly unwrinkled a pair of khaki shorts. It was fairly warm out, and it wasn't like I was going terribly far. A pair of sandals rounded me out and I was back out the door and rapping on Vicki's door within half an hour. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed to keep the bugs out. I opened it and rapped on the door. 

"Come on in," she called. I entered and followed the sound of her voice. She was in her living room on the couch, legs curled up underneath her. She was wearing a halter dress that tied around her neck. The sides of her breasts were deliciously exposed, and while it looked to be a bit longer than the dress she had been wearing, the way that she was sitting meant that it rode up her legs in an intriguing and enticing way. I tried to tell myself that it was just because it was warm that she had chosen to dress that way, the same reason why I chose to wear shorts. 

Right, that was it. 

Despite a mental mantra reminding myself that this was just a friendly get together for pizza and conversation, I could feel my cock stirring. 

"Do you want a beer?" Vicki asked. "The pizza should be here soon." 

I nodded, not fully trusting myself to speak. 

"Kitchen's through there," she said, pointing to the doorway opposite of what I had come in. "Get me one too while you are at it." 

"Sure," I finally managed to croak out. I wasn't entirely sure of what was going on. Was she deliberately teasing me? Was she trying to seduce me? Was I being too cautious? Or was I being fairly clueless? All this went through my head as I entered the kitchen, located the fridge, and grabbed two long-necked bottles of beer. It could have been Corona, but my mind was somewhat focused on other things. 

As I came back into the living room, it was to see Vicki paying for the pizza. The poor delivery guy could not take his eyes off of her chest, but from the way she was smiling I don't think she minded the attention. 

Vicki paid for the pizza and turned back to see me watching her. "I didn't pay for these just to have men pretend not to look at them," she laughed, pressing the pizza box up against the underside of her breasts. "Come on into the kitchen," she said. "We'll eat in there." 

She set the pizza down on the table and stretched up to get down a couple of plates down. "Want me to do that?" I asked. 

She shook her head, so I sat down and enjoyed the way her dress rode up her legs. I had to admit that she had a fine ass, and the way the dress hugged her body made me a bit glad to be sitting down so I didn't embarrass myself. I sipped my beer as she turned around to hide the fact that I had been ogling her as much as I had been. 

"Like what you see?" she asked with a small chuckle as she placed a plate in front of me. 

I nodded and laughed. "Guilty as charged," I admitted, opening up the pizza box and placing a slice first on her plate then on mine. We didn't talk for a while after that, both of us intent on demolishing our pizza. 

"Now this is they way to celebrate the end of a week," she sighed, placing the cool bottle of beer against her neck as I reached for a second slice of pizza. "A bit more relaxing then having to go out too," she admitted. "I might just be getting too old for that kind of thing." 

"You? Come off it," I said. "You're not old." 

"You're very sweet," Vicki replied. She finished her beer, downing it quickly. "I think I want another one." 

Ever the gentleman, I got up and got her one. 

"So I take it you are single now, huh?" she said. 

"Huh?" I replied. "Oh, yeah, Sandy moved out last month," I said. 

"That's too bad," Vicki replied, though the look in her eye said that she wasn't sorry at all. 

"Was it a bad break-up?" 

I shrugged. "There's rarely ever a good break-up, is there?" 

She chuckled ruefully. "Too true. Do you want anymore pizza?" she asked. 

"No, I think I'm good." 

"Why don't we move back into the living room? Its more comfortable than in here," she suggested as she got up to put the pizza away. 

"Mind if I grab another beer?" I asked, already on my way to the fridge. 

"Help yourself," she said with a smile. 

As I sat on her couch drinking my beer, I tried to figure out the signals I was getting from her. I still couldn't decide if she was just being friendly or if there was more to it then that. I thought maybe she was waiting for me to make the first move, but I knew Vicki to be a huge flirt with just about everyone. 

As I waited for her, I heard her close the front door. It was starting to get late, and the nights still got cool when the sun went down, so I didn't think much of it. Then she walked over to be, and sat down straight on my lap, straddling me. 

"Oh, it looks like I've got your attention," she said in a breathy whisper. 

I tried to work tongue, lips and jaw to make words, but failed utterly. 

"Too strong?" Vicki asked. She took my beer away from me then placed both of my hands on her ass. Either she wasn't wearing panties or she was wearing a thong, because I didn't feel anything under her dress except for her ass. "I don't want to be accused of sending mixed signals." She ground her hips against me, then leaned in and took my earlobe into her mouth. "Am I coming in loud and clear?" she asked. 

I think I managed to grunt a reply, but either way my hands squeezing her ass seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. She pulled away from my ear only to kiss me fiercely, her tongue driving between my lips and into my mouth. I felt her tongue circle around mine, and felt her hands on my shoulders as she kissed me. She pushed away slightly, her lips still inches from mine. 

"Better," she breathed huskily. She bent down and traced kisses along my neck. 

I slid my hands down along her calves, then back up her legs, pushing her dress up over her ass. "No panties?" I asked. 

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you to notice," she said. 

I squeezed her bare ass then gave it a single sharp slap which made her yelp in surprise. 

She ground back against me though and kissed me hard on the mouth again, telling me that it wasn't completely unwelcome. 

She then pulled back again, her small nimble hands working at my shorts. She undid the snap and then the zipper, pressing her hand against my cock through my boxers. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Your girl was a stupid bitch for leaving this behind. She pushed off of me, sliding down to the floor between my knees. I lifted my ass up as she tugged my shorts and boxers down in a single pull. "Lose the shirt," she growled as she took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it. 

I was hardly in a position to argue so I pulled it off and tossed it further down the couch from where I was sitting. She ran her fingers down my legs as she positioned her mouth over my cock. She ran the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock and all I could do was roll my eyes back, tug on her hair, and groan my approval. She smiled up at me, and making sure she kept eye contact with me traced kisses down my cock before taking first one ball and then the other into her mouth. She ran her tongue over them and I just held on to her hair loving the feel of her tongue on my balls. 

Vicki let them out of her mouth with a pop and asked, "Think you can untie the knot?" Before I had a chance to reply she had taken the head of my cock back into her mouth and I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of it. 

I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the knot as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap. I was finally able to work the knot free and let the ties slide down. I ran my hands along her smooth back and then around to her breasts, dragging my nails lightly against her skin. She moaned around my cock and then opened her mouth wider and pushed me deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but seemed determined to take me all they way into her mouth and I wasn't about to tell her no. I played with her tits, tugging on her nipples as she sucked my cock. She relaxed her throat and worked me deeper and then I felt her tongue slip out to lick against my balls. I groaned my approval and she pulled her head back up and smiled at me. 

"You like my big tits, don't you?" she said then licked my cock from my balls to the tip. "You like playing with my tits while I suck your cock." She took me back in her mouth and sucked hard on it making me groan my approval. I wasn't sure how she expected me to answer while she did that to me, but she didn't seem too interested in conversation. Her sucking took on a certain rhythm and while she didn't try to get my entire cock in her mouth she did manage to take about half of me on each down stroke and her tongue kept busy swirling around the head of my cock, teasing me and driving me wild. 

I rested my hands on her head and warned her that I was about to cum. Rather then stop, she merely pulled her head back some and worked her tongue against the head of my cock as her hand rapidly stroked my wet cock. I tightened my grip in her hair and bucked my hips up into her mouth. I felt her swallow me, holding her lips tight just under the head of my cock. She waited until she was sure that I was finished before releasing my cock. She looked me full in the eyes and licked her lips seductively. 

"There better be more where that came from," she said. She stood up and pulled her dress off, leaving her in just her bare feet. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips gently. "I'm not nearly done with you," she murmured. "Lose the clothes." 

I was not about to argue with a woman who had just given my a blowjob, so I quickly shed my sandals and finished pulling off my clothes. I followed her into the bedroom where I saw her stretched out lazily on her bed. 

"One good turn deserves another, don't you think?" she asked, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy was mostly shaved, just a small landing strip of hair left over her swollen lips. I knelt on the bed, kissed my way along the back of her knee and up her thigh. She moaned her appreciation, and when my head was close enough ran her fingers through my hair in encouragement. I kissed her stomach as I ran my hands up her body, cupping her full breasts and squeezing them. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Quit teasing." 

"Yes ma'am," I said with a grin that got me swatted on the top of my head. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her pussy lips which made her writhe, and then I pressed my tongue flat against her pussy, grinding my tongue between her legs. 

"Oh, that's it, that's it," she cried as I flicked my tongue against her clit, and I could feel her legs tense when I pushed my tongue inside of her pussy. 

My hands slid back down her body, caressing her thighs as I worked my tongue in her, and she moaned in frustration when I moved my tongue away to kiss the inside of her thighs. 

"You are such a teeaaasse," she moaned as I suddenly sucked her clit back into my mouth. She put her legs up on my shoulders and held my head in place as I licked and sucked her pussy, and she screamed in ecstasy when I pushed my finger slowly into her, fingering her while my tongue was busy with her clit. 

Her thighs squeezed around my head as she came, but I didn't stop licking her, sending her from one orgasm straight into another, my finger sliding in and out of her hot wet hole as I licked her. Finally, I relented and kissed my way up her body. She grabbed me roughly and pulled me to her in a fierce kiss, her tongue twisting around mine. 

My cock was definitely hard again and was pressed between us, resting against her stomach. 

"Mmmm," she sighed. "I know I'm ready to feel that in me," she said. She pushed me off of her and rolled on to her side. She opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. She looked

at me and shrugged. "No offense," she said. "But if you want to play..." 

I nodded in agreement. We didn't know each other that well and I appreciated her caution. She opened the condom and slowly rolled it down onto my hard cock. She stroked me slowly a couple of times before getting on to her hands and knees. 

"I've been acting like such a bitch in heat that you might as well fuck me like one," she said as she looked back at me with a grin. 

I postioned myself behind her and ran the length of my cock against her pussy before pushing the head of my dick against her. She reached one hand back, grabbing my cock and pushing it inside of her. Vicki felt good, beyond good. She pushed back against me, moaning all the while, and twisted her hips slightly which did very interesting things to my cock. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her, slow long strokes where my cock nearly escaped her pussy but always ended up with my balls pressed against her. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Vicki said, almost a mantra as I pushed my cock into her. "Come on baby, fuck my pussy." She pushed her hips back against me harder, making me fuck her faster. I pulled her hair back with one hand, pulling her head back as we fucked. 

"Yeah daddy," Vicki cried. "Fuck my hot wet pussy," she cried out as I started fucking her faster, pumping my hard dick in and out of her faster and faster. I pulled back on her hair harder as I fucked her, my other hand squeezing her soft full ass. 

She screamed as she came, grinding her ass against me as her pussy tightened and convulsed around my cock. She sank down to the bed, my cock still buried in her, and rested her head on the pillow. "God, I needed that," Vicki sighed, then pushed back against me. "Let me on top of you." 

I slowly pulled out of her and rolled over on to my back. Rather than facing me though, she straddled my waist with her back toward me. She grabbed my cock with one hand and slowly lowered herself down on to me. 

"God, I love how you fill me," Vicki moaned. She sank her pussy down, completely taking my cock into her. She then leaned forward, her hands on my legs and began rocking her body back and forth. It was all I could do just to grab her hips and thrust up into her, watching her ass bounce up and down as she rode my cock. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried as she fucked me. 

I could feel my balls tighten, could feel myself about to explode. I grabbed her hips harder and growled, "I'm going to cum." 

"Cum in my baby, cum in me," she repeated, her head thrown back in total lust. She reached a hand down and cupped my balls as she fucked me. 

I didn't need any more encouragement than that and as I pulled her down hard on to my cock I exploded into the condom. I could feel her cum soon after I did, as she kept grinding down on my cock. 

Finally she relaxed and lay down against my chest, my hands wrapped around her waist. "God that was good," she murmured, her head turned into my neck. She left small light kisses on my neck and ran her hands down my thighs. After a while, she rolled off of me, my cock slipping from her. 

She sat up, smiling at me as she rolled the condom off of me and disposed of it. I started to get up, but she rested a hand on my chest, pushing me back to the bed. She lay down next to me, her head on my chest, and one of her legs covering both of mine. 

"You don't have anywhere you need to be, do you?" Vicki asked as I ran my hand lightly through her hair. 

"Just here," I replied. "Just here."



Next Door Neighbor



I would have thought a Navy fighter pilot would go for the cheerleader type...blonde, big tits, not too tall, maybe 5'5", intelligence not required. When the divorced wife of a Navy pilot and her 10 yr old daughter moved in next door I was pleasantly surprised to see something completely different...probably 35 yrs old she was about 5'7", dark red, almost auburn hair & green eyes, and big tits. She did meet that requirement. She had a body that reflected her age, motherhood and very good genes. Oh and intelligent...so much for the stereotype. When they coined the phrase MILF they were talking about Andi.

Andrea & Caroline were good neighbors, often at our house for BBQ or to borrow a cup of sugar. It would be about 6 months before Andi asked to borrow my wife.

Bonnie & I have been married a long time...29 years to be exact. We're pretty average by most accounts. Bonnie is 5'4" with dark blonde hair going gray & blue eyes. Never skinny, she's in better shape now than ever before. I'm George, 5'11 & just under 200 lbs, hair that started turning gray about the time our kids started to drive. Our sex life has ranged from 'oh yea' good to 'when was the last time?' but we're both comfortable with it. We do what we can to keep it lively. We enjoy watching adult movies and have incorporated several ideas from them for our own pleasure. Bonnie loves her toys...big, small, battery powered or not, almost any shape, alone or with me, she loves her toys. She also likes to torment me with phone sex, especially when she knows I can't react to anything she's suggesting. Recently we discovered anal sex. I should say re-discovered. We'd tried it when we were 1st married but our inexperience was its demise. Now we have a much better understanding of our bodies & what we like and we found that Bonnie really likes anal sex. I might even say she loves anal sex. 

We have both fantasized about bringing another woman to our bed. What she'd look like, her personality & tendencies...my wife is rather submissive ( except as noted below ); what they'd do to each other & my involvement... the only common feature we agreed on was big tits. Bonnie really wanted to fuck another woman with a strap-on. We talked about it, especially when the movie de jour involved 2 or 3 women or 2 women & a man. I'm sure Bonnie thought about it in a quiet moment, I know I did. We'd even wondered aloud how we'd go about finding the right woman. But it was just a fantasy, something we talked about as foreplay and during sex.

Then Andi moved in next door.

I think Bonnie & I both had the same thoughts about her; after being married this long you can pretty much finish each other's sentences. But neither of us spoke of it...I think because if we did then we'd be forced to either put up or shut up about our fantasy. I know almost from day 1 I wondered what she looked like naked, what she'd look like between my wife's legs or bent over our bed. 

Bonnie & Andi became quite good friends even with almost 20 years difference in age. They'd have a glass of wine on our screened porch in that rare moment when no one demanded their time or lunch when they could. Often it was just chatting for an hour in the front yard.  Then about 6 months after they'd moved in Andi came over one Saturday morning to ask my wife if she'd help her pick out something to wear that night....she was going on her 1st date since the divorce with a guy she'd been introduced to at a party the previous weekend. They agreed to get together at Andi's at 2p and, almost as an afterthought, my wife suggested I join them to provide the male perspective. After she left my wife made me promise I'd behave myself, that this was important to Andi and my continuing to suggest she wear something slutty wouldn't work this time.

That's one of the unique things about our marriage. Bonnie is not a real girlie girl, not high maintenance by any means. She dresses very nicely, a little too conservative, never wears make up or very little and won't wear high heels...even just in the bedroom for me.  I on the other hand love women in high heels. Not slutty ones, not stripper shoes but classic high heels. I love women in lingerie, especially stockings with high heels. I like women dressed in 'sexy conservative', that's to say a rather conservative or 'normal' outfit that has that sexy aspect to it....the blouse is a little too sheer...the sweater a little too tight...the neckline a little too low or too loose...an extra button undone; something that gives your imagination a reason to go there. It's never been an issue in our marriage & tonight I needed to make sure my suggestions were constructive and socially acceptable.

At 2p sharp Andi greeted us, inviting us into her living room as she explained that Caroline was at her grandparent's house for the night. She offered drinks, the girls settling on Pinot Gregio, a beer for me. The weather was unseasonably warm for mid May in Annapolis, 86' this afternoon, the weather guessers saying 58' for the low. 

"So where is he taking you tonight?", my wife asked Andi.

"He mentioned drinks at Pusser's, then dinner at O'Leary's in Eastport", replied Andi. "He's picking me up at 7."

"So we need to make sure you have a sweater or jacket since it's going to get chilly later on...and we don't want to give him the 'need to keep you warm' excuse!" my wife said with a laugh.

"No we don't need to give him any ideas!" agreed Andi, laughing. "I mean, it's been a long time since I've gotten laid but he'd have to really wow! me to get me in bed on the 1st date. He seems like a nice enough guy, but you just don't know. I thought my ex was a great guy when I 1st met him. In fact I thought he was a great guy until I caught him in bed with my girlfriend."

"So we need something that will send the right message, something that says I'm my own woman now & I'll let you know when I want to take it further", my wife suggested.

"Something that shows I'm a woman but not necessarily available, at least not tonight", Andi concluded. "So what do I wear that says that?"

"Do you want to wear a dress or pants, or shorts?" Bonnie inquired.

"I like dresses, they've always made me feel more feminine" Andi answered.

"Then why don't you show us the ones you're considering & we'll start there" Bonnie said.

With that Andi went to her bedroom to get her first choices. Returning she had about 6 dresses on hangers. She hung them on a hook on the door, except for the last one which she walked the few steps towards us with. Holding it up in front of her by the hanger she asked, "What do you think of this?"

It was a yellow print sundress with spaghetti straps & fell to just above her knees. "I don't think so" responded Bonnie. "I like the dress, it would look great on you, but not for the 1st date. I think you need something that lets you wear a nice bra under it...not for him mind you! But I think 'the girls' need more support that this would allow", explained Bonnie.

"You're right, I see your point", replied Andi. "My boobs sometimes have a mind of their own & tonight's not the night to let them set the tone."

I sat there amazed. I had no idea my wife & Andi had talked about their bodies in such detail. Bonnie never mentioned this part of their conversations. And I was surprised that Andi's obvious endowment became the focal point so soon. Oh & I wonder how big they really are? D's?

Her 2nd selection was an emerald green wrap around dress. As she held it up I could see why she liked it...the color complimented beautifully her dark red hair & green eyes. 

"That's a possibility", said Bonnie. "Why don't you try it on so we can see what it looks like".

"And put the shoes on that you'd wear with it", I added. As Andi turned to go put the dress on my wife gave me the look that said 'be careful'.

"What?" I whispered. "The shoes are part of the outfit", which was met with the 'be careful' glare from my wife again.

Moments later Andi returned wearing the dress & a pair of 4" spike sandals. The dress clung to her body, defining the womanly shape underneath. It revealed some cleavage, not a lot and stopped a couple of inches above her knees. With the high heels she was almost 6' and her legs seemed to go on forever.  It was then that I knew this was going to be a fun / hard afternoon.

"Oh, that's wonderful" Bonnie commented. "Turn around so we can see the back. I love it. The color looks great on you."

"You think so?" asked Andi.

"Absolutely, it's flirtatious but not too much; that's definitely in the running. Let's see some more before we make a decision but that has real possibilities." I was quiet throughout this exchange, keeping my mouth shut for fear I would drool or just mumble incoherently. This was fun!

Next she held up a 'little black dress', that staple of every woman's wardrobe. Please! I thought. I've got to see you in that! Of course Bonnie didn't think so. "I don't know, I think that might be a little too much for a 1st date. What do you think, Andi?"

"Maybe, but I do love this dress. Why don't I try it on & see what you think?" With that she turned to change into it & all I could think was 'Thank you!' I didn't even have to use one of my limited number of 'begs' ( life lines / challenges / etc ) to get to see her in it. 

'Wow" was all I could think when she came out, 'Ummm', was what I managed to say. I've found that 'ummm' was the perfect word for these situations. It was socially acceptable since no one really knew what you said, you could utter it almost anywhere & yet it was an acknowledgement of a vision demanding comment.

It was the classic 'little black dress' with a low cut, square neckline, hugging all her curves, ending well above her knees. She'd even taken the time to put on a pearl necklace. Completing the look were classic 4" leather pumps.

"What do you think?" asked Andi. "With this neckline, depending on the bra I wear, I can show more or less of my boobs. Is it too much?"

I think even Bonnie was a little awestruck. I took her a moment before she said, "I can see why it's one of your favorites. You look fabulous in it. Maybe we need to keep this in reserve in case there's a 2nd date, what do you think?"

"Maybe you're right. Let's see what else I have".

Holding up a navy blue knit dress with what looked like a very low cut V neck, we all agreed it was too sexy for a 1st date, at least with this guy. 

Andi would have looked really hot in this dress...the knit fabric would have clearly defined every curve; the V neck would have shown off her tits in most of their glory. Whenever I'd seen Andi dressed for work it was always rather conservative & never more than the 3" corporate heels. Even when I caught a glimpse as she left for a night out on the weekend I'd never seen her in 4" pumps or anything really sexy. So this was a whole new Andi we were seeing. Remembering the 3 previous dresses & the high heels she'd worn, I came to the conclusion that our next door neighbor had a sexy streak in her, one that I was hoping I get a chance to enjoy more of. And I had to wonder if she also had a thing for sexy lingerie, maybe even stockings?

The next dress was a soft peach color, made out of silk or a similar soft flowing fabric, a rather simple design that buttoned the entire front with a short, upturned collar. A wide belt of a darker shade peach hung from the hanger. Immediately I knew I wanted to see her in this since the style is one of my all time favorites. You see, the buttons gave the option of revealing as much or as little as you'd dare, and the ability to adjust that as the situation called for. Add a pair of high heels, with stockings if possible, and you have that 'sexy conservative' look I was talking about. Wondering if my wife would agree I waited quietly. 

"umm", was all she said at first, appearing to mull the options over in her mind. "Let's see what that looks like...I think that might have possibilities".

Uncharacteristically, Bonnie & I didn't talk or even exchange glances while Andi changed. I think both of us were considering the possibilities our neighbor presented, wondering if we could act on the fantasy.

When Andi appeared Bonnie immediately announced the winner. "That's the one, absolutely. Turn around, let's see the back...yes that's it".

In 4 ½" classic pumps, the same dark peach as the belt, the dress hung about 3" above her knees, not considering the 2 buttons undone, that combined to make her tanned legs look like they went on forever. The belt defined her waist, leading the eye to the 3 undone buttons which exposed about 1/3 of her tits. A single strand of pearls dipped into the middle of them. That's what I saw at least, having my eyes focused on a low bookshelf as she entered the room. "Wow" was all I could get out or dared to.

"Do you think so?" asked Andi. "I mean, I like this dress, I just never thought it was that fun".

"It's a classic look, refined, elegant, a little sexy, its perfect" proclaimed my wife.

After much discussion about the merits of the dress, how much leg & boob to show, what bra to wear, how to do her makeup & how she should wear her hair, we all agreed that she would look wonderful for her '1st date' & wished her good luck as we left. 

On the short walk to our house, Bonnie & I talked about everything that had happened, everything except what we were secretly thinking or hoping. Shortly after I was sitting at my computer when my wife walked by & flashing her bare tits, asking, "Want to play with these?" After 2 hours of watching Andi & thinking about the fantasy becoming a reality, I didn't need any more encouragement. Since Bonnie had removed her bra to flash me her tits as an invitation and the urgent, hot sex we had after, I was guessing she'd been thinking the same thing.

We were surprised when there was a knock at our front door around 11p. Wondering who could possibly be knocking at this hour, I looked through the window & saw Andi. Opening the door I found Andi, a little drunk, maybe more than a little.

"Since the date ended this early I thought I stop by to tell Bonnie how it went," Andi said.

Inviting her in, I offered my guess that it hadn't been spectacular. Just then Bonnie came around the corner as Andi started to reply, slurring her words only slightly. Before she could get far Bonnie suggested we sit down & offered a glass of wine, not that Andi needed any more. I got the wine as Andi stared to tell us about her evening.

"No, it wasn't spectacular; not horrible, just kind of boring." As she covered the night's events I had the pleasure of seeing some of what this guy missed out on. We had definitely chosen the right dress and Andi had made the most of it. With 3 buttons undone at the bottom rather than the 2 from this afternoon, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, I imagined how long it would take to lick my way from her high heels to her pussy and decided my tongue would tire out well before I'd make it.

Watching her leg 'bounce' her left foot & high heel rapidly I wondered about the pleasure she was creating for herself...at least that's the way it's always been described to me; that a woman does that as a means of self-pleasure.

Hardly hearing her story, my eyes travelled up. I thought I'd seen 3 buttons undone at the top when she came in but now another was loose and 'the girls' were there for all the world to see...or at least me. Sitting the way she was she shared the lacey peach bra she's chosen for the night. Very low cut, it presented her tits beautifully, covering her nipples by less than a whisper. Her makeup was subtle yet emphasized her eyes, her lipstick keeping with the peach color theme of the outfit. What had this guy been thinking?!

Finishing their wine, the girls concluded that it was only one date & she had to keep looking; there is still a couple of good guys out there; Andi closing with, "I hope you didn't get the last good one, you're lucky to have George". With that we said good night.

Bonnie & I were hardly in bed before she had her hand on my cock, wondering out loud if 'Mr. Lucky' was ready for another round. Not waiting for my answer, she made sure he was; her mouth, tongue & hand working him back to life. She continued her oral attentions longer than usual. As she rolled away, inviting me to continue, I couldn't wait to taste her pussy. Spreading her legs wider as I moved between them, just as my tongue was finishing its 1st pass over her swollen lips, I was surprised when she asked the question, "I wonder what it would feel like to have Andi lick my wet pussy?"

To say she'd gotten my full attention was an understatement. I knew her pussy would still be there in a minute and I wanted to find out if she was ready to make that leap from fantasy to reality; ready to enjoy the taste of a woman for the 1st time.

Moving up beside her, tweaking her nipples as I spoke, I asked the question that I'd asked several times before; "Would you like to play with Andi?"

As I anxiously awaited her response I hoped to encourage her by pulling her nipples and kissing her neck. Finally she spoke; "It would feel great to have her lick me, at least I think it would. And I'd love to play with her big tits, suck on her hard nipples."

For the next 10 minutes or so she described in detail what she'd like to do with Andi & what she'd like Andi to do to her. I offered encouragement and maybe a position or 2 as I continued to play with her pussy & tits. By then my cock was so hard I had to find release; moving to our favorite position; her ass near the side of the bed, me standing at the side of the bed, her legs spread wide. For the next 10 minutes my cock enjoyed her wet, hot, tight hole while she pulled & played with her nipples; each encouraging the other to maximum pleasure. Feeling my balls tighten, I pulled out of her pussy, jacking my cock in my fist, shooting cum all over her tits and stomach, a truly huge load for an old guy, especially for the 2nd time that day.

Showering together after to prolong the pleasure, I was surprised when she broached the subject.

"Do you think Andi likes girls?" she asked. With that one simple question it began. We spent the next hour talking about the likelihood; Bonnie's fears based on her Catholic upbringing yet her strong desire to experience another woman; how we'd approach Andi & what if she said no...it all ran together as we covered the 'what if's'.

Usually that would have been the end of it. The next day if I'd brought it up, Bonnie would say it was just our fantasy & was meant to stay that way. But this sunny Sunday was a new day. Finding Andi & my wife talking in the front yard that afternoon I wondered if... 

"Andi's going to join us for dinner Thursday", Bonnie announced as I approached them. "Next weekend is Memorial weekend, Caroline is at her dad's, so the 3 of us are going to get together." I agreed it was a good idea & the girls chatted for awhile longer. 

Nothing more was said during the week about Thursday & dinner; I surely wasn't going to bring it up. Think about it, I did lots of that. But I did notice Bonnie was hornier that week, more playful. As expected she cleaned the house Thursday, agonizing over what to serve. The 2 telltale signs something was up; she had her hair cut Wednesday night ( I think she'd had it cut only a couple of weeks before ) and she changed the sheets on our bed. Not a big deal; except she always changes the sheets on Tuesday. 

My day ended early with the long weekend coming up and Bonnie had the day off as usual. It was sunny & warm, in the mid 80's. And hope was in the air when I got home around 4p. After seemingly taking a long time in the shower, Bonnie began the process of choosing an outfit. Not wanting to get caught up in that, I escaped to the shower, hoping a selection was made by the time I was done. Usually it would have been a pair of shorts & a blouse. In amazement, returning to our bedroom after my shower I found her in a new dress...French blue wrap around, wearing her liquid silver necklace. No makeup, no high heels, but I started to wonder if those 2 were planning something. At least I could hope, right?




Next Door Neighbor



We continued putting things together, working towards the agreed upon time of 6p. Bonnie was a little quieter than usual throughout this which only served to raise my hope.

Promptly at 6p Andi opened our side gate, announcing her arrival. I was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing the peach dress from the previous weekend, though without the high heels. She did however have the buttons configured the same as when she'd left our house, 4 on the top, 3 on the bottom, with the same lacey peach bra...needless to say 'the girls' were out tonight!

Dinner was good, conversation easy & plenty of wine. There seemed to be a lot of touching between those 2 throughout the evening, though nothing overt. A couple of times Andi gave me a panty shot, confirming that they matched her bra. And I noticed Bonnie's dress separate several times, sharing her lacey dark blue bra or matching panties. I started to wonder if these were intended for me or were they teasing each other? 

It was obvious the girls had had plenty of wine. About 9p as I opened the 3rd bottle, Andi threw out the slurred comment, "George, do you know how lucky you are to have a wife like Bonnie? I'm mean, she's cute, sexy, takes good care of you."

"Of course I know how lucky I am to have her, Andi", I replied.

And then she dropped the big one. "Since I don't know if she'd share you, would you mind if I borrowed your wife for a little bit?"

Stunned, we all just sat there for a long moment. Andi tried to slough it off as only a joke, hoping she wasn't going to regret her loose tongue, when Bonnie took a leap & said, "I don't think George would mind, would you honey?"

Unable to respond in an intelligent fashion all I could get out was, "ok".

And with that simple exchange, my wife got up & taking Andi by the hand, started upstairs toward our bedroom. I sat there absolutely stunned. I wanted desperately to go upstairs & see what they were up to but didn't know if I was to be part of their 'play date'. But after another 2 beers & about 30 minutes, I could take it anymore. Going quietly up the stairs, I stopped at in the hall outside our bedroom. At 1st I didn't hear anything, but then a soft moan, the sounds of passionate kissing. I waited there as the sounds became more intense. Finally, unable to restrain myself any longer, the desire to see my wife with another woman too much, I walked into our bedroom to a sight I'd been hoping for; Andi & Bonnie were on the bed, their tongues fighting to get into the others mouth, their legs entwined. Not wanting to interrupt I took a seat & watched. Soon my wife broke their embrace & looking at me said, "Honey, I'm glad you came up. I know how long you've waited for this & I didn't want you to miss anything". While Bonnie was telling me this, Andi was untying Bonnie's dress, saying how much she wanted to suck on her nipples. 

So I sat back with a beer & watched my wife finally experience the touch of another woman. Soon Andi had the dress out of her way & was exploring Bonnie's tits...caressing, squeezing, licking her nipples, pulling on them...and she hadn't even taken her bra off yet. She took her time, pausing every few minutes to exchange a kiss or just tongues, licking from her nipples up her neck to her ears. She eased Bonnie's left tit out of her bra, sucking hungrily on the nipple...then freeing the right one & doing the same. Knowing how much my wife likes her nipples sucked & played with, I could only imagine how wet her pussy must be by now.

Then it was Bonnie's turn to pleasure Andi. She pushed her gently onto her back & looking into Andi's eyes, she released the remaining buttons down to her belt. As they came free Andi pulled her dress apart, granting Bonnie complete access to her. The only words that were spoken this entire time came now as Andi almost pleaded with her to "suck on my nipples, pleeese, I want you", any other words lost in the moan that followed as Bonnie did just that, sucking hard on each nipple through her bra. She too covered Andi's entire bra with kisses and licks, feeling the mass in her hands. First the left, then the right nipples were set free of the confinement, to be met with her wet tongue or lips pulling, sucking them deep into her mouth.

As Bonnie enjoyed a woman's breast for the 1st time, Andi's hands were roaming all over Bonnie. Soon she discovered that Bonnie's legs were spread wide and it didn't take long before her fingers were gliding over Bonnie's wet lacey panties. Trying to concentrate as Bonnie devoured her nipples, Andi varied the pressure of her fingertips, from a whisper light touch to pushing the lace into her slit. Her fingers searching for the source of the wetness, she slid one under the edge, against the smooth, shaved skin surrounding her vulva.  

"I want to taste you. May I? I want to lick your pussy", the words coming from Andi in speech surrounded by moans. As much as Bonnie wanted to suck on Andi's nipples forever, the desire between her legs won out. "um yes", was all she could say in response. With that Andi separated herself and cat like, moved between Bonnie's legs, her mouth only inches away from Bonnie's sex. In no rush, in fact wanting to be patient, Andi let her eyes & fingers explore Bonnie's lacey panties & the flesh around them. This only increased the desire in Bonnie, her hips moving to increase any pressure Andi created. This could only last for so long & soon Andi's fingers, followed by her tongue were pushing the lace between the lips. Even covered by the material, every time Andi's tongue or fingers got near her clit, Bonnie's hips came off the bed. Neither could wait any longer as Andi grasped the top of the lacey material, Bonnie's hips rose & the panties were slowly sliding down her legs. Tossing them to the side, Andi's 1st look at her new lover's pussy caused her to remark, "Umm Bonnie, you have a beautiful pussy. I love the way you trim your bush, it's so cute. I can't wait to taste you." She spread Bonnie's legs wide, in the process causing the labia to open slightly, her tongue ran the length of her lips from the bottom up past the clit, carefully avoiding any contact with the sensitive knob. Twice she did this, each time soliciting moans from Bonnie. Gently she grasped the swollen lips, exposing the pink flesh, again her tongue licking from bottom to top. Repeating this with slightly more pressure each time, Bonnie was heading toward the edge & Andi knew it. Then, to change her pattern, she sucked 1st the left labia, then the right, swirling her tongue over the flesh as she did. Pointing her tongue and then spreading the lips, she thrust her tongue as deep as she could, using it like a cock, over & over again. It was time to bring Bonnie over the top & Andi knew just how to do it. Starting with butterfly kisses on her clit, flicking her tongue over the bud, soon licking it, she had Bonnie moaning, then yelling out, "yes, yes, oh please don't stop, yes". I'd never heard my wife this vocal before but then again I'd never watched her getting her pussy licked by a woman either. With her palm facing up, Andi slid first one finger, then two deep into her pussy. In & out, in & out, she pumped her digits into Bonnie's wet hole, making squishing noises as she did, searching for the elusive 'G' spot. Bonnie continued her verbal demands but when Andi started sucking on her clit & hitting her 'G' spot at the same time it was more than she could take. Her hips were bucking of their own volition; she could no longer form coherent words, only moans, and then just gasps. Her orgasm rolled from her sex in both directions...her legs stiffened & toes curling...her hands squeezing her tits; fingers pulling at her nipples...her breathing irregular between gasps. 

Needless to say I had never seen my wife like this before. On the one hand I was a little jealous that Andi could do this to her, take her to these heights. On the other hand, I was so turned on watching her pleasure.

Knowing my wife is very sensitive after she's cum I wasn't surprised when she begged Andi to stop. Licking her lips, she sat up & playfully asked Bonnie if she'd liked it. Still trying to catch her breath all she could do as a response was shake her head up & down which drew a giggle & smile from Andi. As she moved up to snuggle with my wife, Andi looked over to me and smiling like the Cheshire cat, asked if I enjoyed watching her with my wife.

"That was the hottest, most erotic thing I have ever seen", I said to which Andi replied, "wait...there's more to come", and she was right.

After catching her breath finally, Bonnie raised her head off Andi's shoulder and looking at me asked if I liked watching them. "God it was amazing", I replied. "I could watch you two forever".

"Good", she said, "because we aren't done yet. Come give me a kiss". Leaning over Andi carefully, not sure how much contact with her would be ok, I kissed my wife like I haven't kissed her in a long time, our tongues wrestling in each other's mouth.

Anxious to see the next round and sporting a hard on that I didn't even try to hide, I went downstairs for a fresh beer. Upon my return I was told that they had waited to take their dresses off so I could watch & I thanked them for that consideration. As I got to my chair, they got off the bed. Embracing & kissing, each managed to take the others dress off, leaving Bonnie in her bra with her tits out & Andi still wearing her panties and her bra with her tits out. They decided that bras were only getting in the way & each unclasped the others. Seeing Andi's tits in full view for the 1st time I was captivated. My wife's tits were fun, a C cup I think, with nipples that stiffened under my touch. Andi's had to be at least a D cup, maybe DD, full & heavy, seemingly untouched by the ravages of age or motherhood. The areola was smaller than most I've seen. But her nipples, my god! When erect, and erect is the right term, they were probably 3/8" in diameter & 3/8" high, presenting this perfectly symmetrical, round protrusion for your sucking pleasure. 

Back on the bed they began kissing but soon Bonnie was licking her way down to Andi's tits. Taking time there to make sure she had her attention, she then licked her way down, pausing to stick her tongue in her belly button. As though she'd done this before, Bonnie slid between Andi's legs, spreading them, all in one motion. Eager for her 1st taste of pussy, she controlled her desires, relishing the feel on her tongue as it lapped at the lace covering Andi's Mons. Thinking she should linger awhile longer, yet anxious as well, Bonnie hooked her fingers in the top of the lace and with Andi's help, off they came. Her pussy was ideal...her bush trimmed in a 'V' shape pointing directly at her clit which was clearly visible as it poked out of its hood; her labia, swollen with desire by now, were beautifully shaped, gracefully framing her pink hole, her excitement obvious by the juices covering them. Seeing her 1st pussy up close, she gazed at it for a moment before her tongue started to explore the smooth, white skin surrounding Andi's sex, everywhere except where Andi really wanted her to lick. She could smell Andi's scent; the mixture of juices unique to each woman. This being the 1st time she'd experienced that aroma, she inhaled deeply, wanting to make it part of her memory forever. Recalling the agony Andi had put her through she took her time until Andi was begging her to lick her pussy. At that she repeated almost step by step what Andi had done with her fingers & tongue, remembering what she'd heard that you do what you like done to you. 

Seeing my wife licking pussy for the 1st time, while watching Andi play with her gorgeous tits, was more than I could take. So I pulled my cock out & began to stroke it, using my left hand to minimize the effect while still being pleasurable. I just hoped I didn't blow my load before I got to enjoy the women.

Her 1st sensation upon tasting pussy was that, while not particularly tasty, it had an erotic pleasure to it that made it very desirable. It wasn't long before she realized she liked the taste & she loved licking pussy. It was even more erotic & sexier than she'd imagined. As Andi's orgasm was building she became more vocal, much more so than my wife. She cheered on Bonnie as she directed her tongue to the exact spot to maximize her pleasure. Since Bonnie wanted her to enjoy this as much as she had, she eagerly adjusted her technique.

Andi was getting close, very close. Then for the 1st time she looked over at me stroking my cock. "Bonnie, look, George is stroking his cock for us. God that's so hot". My wife looked at my actions briefly but was more interested in the pussy in front of her & the pleasure she was giving Andi, resuming her licking. She tried to keep an eye on my cock but the sensation between her legs was overwhelming. Her eyes closed, she screamed with pleasure, admonishing my wife to keep licking her pussy, keep sucking her clit, keep fucking her pussy. With her toes curling & pulling her nipples hard, she was reduced to trying to breathe in between guttural moans as her orgasm took her way over the top.

My wife slowed her licking, avoiding her sensitive clit, while lapping up the juices that Andi's pussy created. Andi was massaging her tits after the abuse she had put them through. And I sat slowly stroking my cock. When my wife finally sat up, licking her lips, all she could say was "Wow!" Sliding up to lay beside Andi they both looked over at the same time & smiled. I was hoping for some relief when Andi said, "Bonnie, I think we need to reward George for being such an understanding husband, letting you enjoy your 1st taste of a woman without interrupting us. What do you think?"

"I think he's earned it. But Andi, I don't know if I'm ready to share George with you completely. I don't think I could watch him fuck you. How about we both suck his cock, he can play with your big tits and then he can fuck me. It's nothing personal; I just don't think I'm ready for that. Are you ok with that?"

"Absolutely. I don't know if I could watch my husband with another woman or not, so I understand completely. God, just getting a chance to have him suck my tits & sucking his cock with you...that's fabulous. Are you up for that George?"

"Up for it? If my cock gets any harder it might break something!" With that I joined the girls on the bed. With Bonnie giving me the best head she ever has, Andi was feeding me her incredible tits to suck & play with. Then Bonnie would hold my cock while Andi sucked me all the way down her throat. After only a couple of turns each I feared that I would lose it & I wanted some pussy before I did. Telling them it was time for some fucking we all changed positions...Bonnie on her back on the edge of the bed...me standing. 

Andi asked, "Can I guide his cock into you?"

"Please, yes, I want his cock in me now", responded Bonnie.

Taking my cock in hand, Andi stroked me a couple of times as she aimed it at Bobbie's waiting hole.

"This is so amazing. I've never watched someone having sex like this". Slowly I pushed my cock all the way into Bonnie's very wet pussy, slowly pulling out, repeat as necessary. Andi kissed Bonnie deep, thrusting her tongue into her mouth as she did. Licking her way down to her tits, she sucked 1st one nipple & then the other, pulling on the vacant one, continuing her tongue travels, pausing at her belly button, until her tongue met my cock and Bonnie's clit. I knew I wouldn't last long and with Andi tweaking Bonnie's clit, neither would she. Andi adjusted her pace, trying to time our orgasms together. "I'm getting close", I announced so Andi sped up. Confirming my approaching load Andi brought Bonnie along so when I pulled my cock out & shooting rope after rope of sperm covering Bonnie's tummy & tits, Andi's touch brought Bonnie with me.

As Andi moved up to kiss Bonnie she swiped a finger full of my cum off her tits, describing the taste as "yummy". 

As the 3 of us lay on the bed, post sex bliss evident all around, we agreed that this was one of the greatest nights ever.

"I really hope we can do this again", said Bonnie. "I waited so long for the 1st time I'd hate to think it was the only time".

"Oh I think it will happen again", replied Andi. "Imagine, having someone right next door you can share this kind of intimacy with, wow. I can't believe it but I'm sure glad we found each other".

I wanted to make sure this would continue as there were several things I wanted to see these woman doing. "Well I know there's a long list of things Bonnie wants to do to another woman & have done to her so at the very least I think it will take you 2 awhile to get through that. But I am curious about a couple of things. Did you 2 plan this out tonight? And have you been with a woman before tonight Andi?"

"Let me answer the last question 1st. As I told Bonnie when we were chatting in the yard last week, I had a couple of sorority sisters at Duke who were lesbians. At least they thought they were then, depending on who was hitting on them. The 3 of us played together a lot during my junior & senior years. I just like cock too much to change teams permanently. And I've got a girlfriend of mine who lives in Atlanta & we seem to end up playing whenever we get together. So yes I have been with a woman before and I was so excited to be the one to share Bonnie's 1st experience with. That's really special."

'And no dear, we didn't plan this tonight, well not exactly", smiled Bonnie. "I don't know how we got on the subject when we were talking this week, but Andi was bemoaning the fact that she hadn't had any sex in a long time. After our fashion show last weekend and the great sex it inspired, even though you & I never actually talked about it, I knew we were both thinking the same thing. So when we talked about dinner tonight I figured if it was going to happen this would be our best shot. Oh yes...Andi's comment this week, telling me she hadn't had any sex, was followed by her telling me she was hoping to find a GFB so she didn't have to deal with men for awhile...not forever mind you...just for awhile". Bonnie paused, then added, "I thought tonight would never get here...I was so anxious...& nervous, hoping it would happen, hoping she would like me."

"Bonnie...if I'd known you had those desires I would have 'popped your lesbian cherry" months ago", she laughed and we joined her.

Knowing there was lots to talk about we decided to call it a night with the agreement that this was only the beginning and an invitation to brunch at Andi's tomorrow...



Next Door Neighbor



I'm a typical guy in most ways – married my high school sweetheart, Kerri, have a baby daughter, etc., you know the story. I live in a condominium and have never had any eye candy to cause the eye to stray until a new neighbor moved into the condo next door. She was a nurse, I don't know what kind, but I used to see her on occasion in those green surgical scrubs they wear these days instead of the nurse's outfits of fantasies. She was a tiny little thing, a little over five feet tall, asian, thin with shoulder length black hair. Her name was Kim. Did I mention I have a thing for asian women? My fantasies do not run to the geisha girl who serves her man and fulfills his every desire but rather to the exotic temptresses, the Dragon Lady who commands and controls but brings sexual ecstasy in exchange for subservience. I might have fantasized about her if I'd ever seen her in anything besides a hoodie and her surgical scrubs but sadly, that was not the case. I knew her well enough to say hello, notice there was no ring on her hand and that was about it. She had a great smile and was friendly but we were busy with our lives and she was presumably busy with hers. She worked all sorts of crazy hours but I figured that was normal for a nurse. That's modern life isn't it? No one knows their neighbors these days. 

As I said, I saw her every now and then coming and going to work when our hours intersected, to and from the elevator to the garage, etc. I'm a sound sleeper but my wife Kerri told me after a couple of months that she occasionally heard Kim having sex. I've heard the occasional vacuum cleaner as the walls are a little thin but I've missed out on the night sounds thanks to my deep sleep. Kerri mentioned a couple of times and said she figured Kim must be getting it good as she heard her boyfriend grunting and moaning as much if not more so than Kim. She figured he must be quite the stud. Neither one of us had ever seen the guy. I kept hoping with Kim's staggered schedule that I'd get an afternoon recital but no such luck.

One morning, I was headed out the door when what should I see but Kim at her door embracing a big guy at her door. I had apparently timed my exit perfectly to witness Kim sending last night's date on his lucky way. It was the first time I had ever seen Kim in anything besides her work clothes. I tried to take in what I could discretely as I walked past. She wore a long black silk robe that from what I could see, was loosely tied around her waist. The top had separated away revealing a deep V with no bra to obstruct the tantalizing glimpses of her breasts obscured by the silken fabric and the hulking body of Kim's boyfriend who was at least six feet tall. I tried to see what I could see as they hugged tightly as I passed. From the side I could see that she had on high heeled slingbacks, red hose clipped to a red garter belt, red panties, and some sort of black belt. I walked towards the elevator, glancing back to see Kim catch me in my perusal. Her face was still pressed against her boyfriend's chest as he whispered something in to her ear. Her face was turned towards me, blocking his view. She smiled saucily as she busted me checking her out. Or at least I thought the smile was for me. Perhaps it was in response to whatever was being whispered into her ear. In any case, I blushed as I turned away to press the elevator call button. I stood with my back to the show, not daring to turn around having been caught in my lascivious perusal of Kim's body. As the elevator chimed it's arrival and the doors opened, I turned and found the boyfriend shuffling into the elevator beside me. We both glanced back as Kim closed the door to her condo, a sight to behold. Nothing that shouldn't have been was revealed but she still cut quite the sexy figure. Her door and the elevator doors closed simultaneously and I quickly turned my face downward, pretending I had seen nothing. The boyfriend seemed just as embarrassed as I and not a word was said as we descended to the garage and went on to our respective cars.

I didn't mention any of this to my wife but spent several long soapy showers reviewing everything in my mind's eye with the inevitable one-fisted results. With Swiss chronometer precision, I timed my morning walk to the elevator at exactly the same time, hoping for a repeat performance. I saw nothing for the next two days but then ran into Kim in the parking garage the second night as I was coming home from work. She was in her usual hoodie over surgical scrubs and after exchanging good evenings we rode the elevator up side by side together. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye at her as I tried to think of something to say but I had nothing. She noticed me glancing I think as she had a bemused smirk on her face but said nothing except to wish me a pleasant evening as she went in through her door. That night I stayed up for several hours reading a book as my wife slept beside me, listening in vain for something, anything from next door to no avail.

The next morning, rather bleary eyed from lack of sleep, I exited my condo at the same time and saw the boyfriend exiting the elevator. I took my time locking my door behind me, slowed my steps to a crawl, and timed it perfectly as Kim opened her door to greet him. She was wearing an almost identical outfit though the red theme had been replaced with black – black fuck me pumps, black thigh highs, and black panties. And there was a glimpse of the black belt or whatever it was again obscured by the same silken robe. What was that thing? I heard the boyfriend say something about the bathroom. He headed inside as I headed once again for the elevator, Kim grinning at me as I passed. It was a battle for my blood supply as my cock engorged and my face reddened. Once again I had nothing to say but I nodded slightly, blushing as I went by. I shakily punched the elevator button once again and then turned around. I couldn't pretend I had seen nothing when I had nodded hello as I passed, right? I expected to see the door to Kim's condo shut fast though I hadn't heard the door close. Instead, there stood Kim, her eyes smoldering as she stood posing for me in all her glory. She smiled haughtily, knowing the effect she was having on me. I heard the elevator arrive behind me. I didn't know what to do. I was drinking in the sight before me as I heard the doors begin to close. I turned and jumped in and turned again to see Kim. My jumping in had caused the doors to open once again. I just stood there as Kim and I seemingly stared each other down. But it was no contest. She was staring me down and I was her starstruck worshipper. And just as the elevator doors began to close, Kim reached down, pulled at the sash of her robe and shrugged her robe to the ground. There she stood before me, a vision with her small but oh so perfect breasts pointing proudly, her hands at her hips, and at her waist, a black strap-on dildo thrusting out before her. My jaw dropped as the elevator doors clamped shut before me.

As you can imagine, the drive to work was a distracted one. I sped to the office and raced into the men's room to relieve the sweet agony Kim had placed me in. The day went by in a blur with the final vision of Kim superimposed over everything I saw. I went home in a daze, not knowing what would happen next or what to do when it did.

I had never before had temptation and desire, my secret innermost fantasies, seemingly come to life, and in the very room next door, a thin wall dividing me from the subservient torment I so craved. The door to this bliss was closed as I shuffled past in a daze to my own four walls. I had a drink, watching the evening news without seeing until my wife finally asked what was going on. I made up excuses about the workload at the office and watched TV in a stupor as she went to prepare our dinner. The phone rang and she answered it as I continued to ruminate on the sofa. A moment later she came to me. 

"Kim next door is asking if you can come over to change a light bulb." I snapped out of my daze in an instant.

"It's at the top of her stairs and she can't reach it from the stepladder but figures you're tall enough."

"Why doesn't she get her boyfriend to do it?" I asked, pretending to be engrossed in the TV.

"I don't know, just be nice and neighborly and go take care of it. Dinner will be ready by the time you get back."

...

I stood at the door to Kim's and knocked. I had been given an opportunity and I was powerless to resist. My cock was half engorged already, just at the thought of seeing Kim once again. I waited for her to open the door. Surely this was a setup. Would it be the red or black ensemble? But when the door opened, it was neither. She stood before me in her green surgical scrubs.

"Thank you for coming." If she saw the disappointment in my face, she made no mention of it. She gestured for me to enter and closed and locked the door behind us. 

"It's at the top of the stairs. I imagine your condo laid out same mine". Her slightly broken English and lilting accent which I had hardly even noticed before, matched perfectly the fantasy playing out in my head. If only the outfit did as well. I followed her up the stairs imagining everything I had seen just that morning but the surgical scrubs revealed none of her glory. I couldn't even try to check out her ass as her scrub top extended down to the top of her thighs. Was she wearing stockings beneath all this?

We got to the top of the stairs. To the left was her bedroom which I glanced into hopefully but was once again disappointed. The bed was made up and neat as a pin as was the rest of the room. "Over here." I turned at her call and she pointed upwards to a light shining above us. I looked at her confused and at the same time, trying to check her out. Did she wear a bra under her scrubs? Did I see nipples poking the fabric of her top out slightly?

"I thought you had a light out?" I said. Wasn't this an excuse to get me over here? If so, why the scrubs?

"No, it's not out but I want to replace it with an LED lightbulb." I stared somewhat stupidly at her. What was going on here? She glanced me up and down, her gaze resting at my waist for a moment. My cock shifted in my slacks. She looked up at me as I just stood there. I could feel pre-cum beginning to ooze from my cock.

"You know, low energy?" she said. I nodded dumbly. She looked me over once again. Her eyes narrowed as she appraised me. She smirked.

"I know what you want."

Oh God. My cock lurched in my pants as though lasers had shot from her eyes. I couldn't talk. I swallowed and just stood there, locked in her gaze.

"You want see it?"

"Wh..what?" She grinned from ear to ear.

"You want see it again?" She gazed at my waist where my cock stood out obscenely tenting my pants. She put her hands to her waist, reaching under her top and pulled her scrub pants to the floor, revealing her bare legs. I gulped. I knew what was going to happen even though this wasn't how I had imagined it a thousand times during the day.

She smiled like the Cheshire cat as her hands slowly lifted the bottom hem of her scrub smock upwards. There were no stockings, no garter belt, but as the hem raised upwards it caught and then pulled past the tip of the strap-on cock I knew was waiting there. It bounced obscenely as it freed from the passing cloth of the scrub top. Kim looked from my face and once again to my waist. My slacks had a small wet spot where the pre-cum she had summoned forth had soiled them. She looked back into my eyes, never breaking her gaze as she reached down with her right hand, wrapping it around the black cock, rigid before her.

"You want?", she smiled. She began to jack the cock up and down. "Always hard. Always ready." She said as she licked her lips. I was tongue-tied, lost, but my dripping cock was doing all my talking for me. "You ready too." She stepped forward and never wavering in her gaze, rubbed her cock against my cock. I hissed and she smiled more broadly. "I fuck.", she commanded. She didn't even say, 'you'. I was a piece of meat.

She quickly undid my belt and zipper and pushed my pants down to my feet. As my pants slid down, my cock, sprang forward through the fly of my boxers, glistening, covered in pre-cum. She pushed me backward and I stumbled, floundering. She pushed again and I waddled backwards through the door of her bedroom, tripping over my pants leg and falling backwards against the edge of her bed. "Turn round." I was hers to command. She pushed me and I sprawled forward, my chest and arms on the bed with my butt dangling at the edge. I heard rustling behind me and turned to see her revealed, golden naked with nothing to dress her but the strap-on she stroked as she stood over me.

God I wanted this but with my dinner being prepared next door, there was no time. Why? Why like this? I tried to come to my senses. "My wife's home. She says she can hear you through the wall."

She grinned evilly as she grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the nightstand. Clearly she had planned this despite it's not being my fantasy version of the event.

"Oh?" she questioned. She smiled as she lubed up the strap-on. "I fuck. He take. She hear me fuck him. You listen too?"

"I never have, no." I grunted. She set the Vaseline aside and pressed his head down against the mattress.

"I hear you. When she not home." She laughed. "Naughty boy". She thrust forward, the head of her cock pushing against my twitching asshole.

"We can't..." I pleaded. "She'll hear..."

"No make noise then. Just knee trembler." She slid into me with one quick thrust. I grunted loudly as the head popped through the ring of my asshole. She took her left hand pressed against my head and wrapped it over my mouth. "Call knee trembler in England. Here is quickie". She pulled back and thrust all the way in, spearing me. She began to saw backwards and forwards. It was almost rape. "You pillow biter. You bitch boy. My bitch." She rode me. In my fantasies it wasn't this painful but it also wasn't this good. I was in heaven as the pain combined with pleasure. She thrust deep, pushing the strap-on in all the way to its base. I shrieked but her hand muffled me but not my pleasure. She used me and I surrendered all too quickly. Jets of cum shot against the side of the bed as I grunted and rutted, split like the bitch boy I was. I came and came as she cackled with glee, triumphant as my spilled seed proved me her servant. I panted as she sat astride me, basking in her dominance. She leaned over and ran her hand through my tribute and smeared it on my face. "You mark your territory like dog! Good bitch!" She laughed, arching back and thrusting into me one more time. I moaned and shot one last load of jism in response.

"You come over when wife not around. I make you grunt. Make you moan. Make you squeal and cum."



Next-Door Neighbor



MRS. O'BRIEN

When I was a senior in high school, we lived next door to the O'Briens. I thought Mrs. O'Brien was old: she had gray hair. But as I think back, I realize she was probably in her mid-forties. Mr. O'Brien traveled a lot, so she often asked to do little chores around the house for her. Although I thought she was old, I did notice that she had big tits. One day I was helping her hang some curtains. She had one a low-cut top that displayed a lot of cleavage. I couldn't help staring at it. 

"I notice you like to look at my tits," she said. 

I felt myself getting red in the face.

"How would you like to get a good look at them?"

I could feel my cock tenting in my pants. She walked up to me and grabbed my hard cock.

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom," she said.

Wee went into the bedroom, and she took her top and her bra off. It was the first time I had seen real tits. They looked even bigger uncovered. They sagged a little, but that was okay. Her large brown nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. I was captivated. 

"Would you like to suck them a little?" she asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"I'm going to let you suck my tits and then lick my pussy. I bet you have never eaten pussy, have you?"

"No, Ma'am." My jaw must have been hanging open the whole time.

"I bet you've never fucked anyone either."

I shook my head. Although I was 18 years old, I was shy around girls.

"I'm not going to let you fuck me, but I am going to teach you how to suck pussy. When you get married, your wife will be glad that you know to suck."

She sat on the bed and motioned for me to sit beside her. She offered her tit to me and I clamped my lips on it. I sucked as hard as I could and ran my tongue around her nipple. My cock was so hard I was afraid it would burst through my pants. I put my hand down and started rubbing it through my jeans.

Mrs. O'Brien pulled my hand away. "You can save that for later," she said. "You need to concentrate on me for now. Anyway, it's time for the main event, you first lesson in eating pussy."

She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties and threw them on the floor. She lay back on the bed and told me to get between her legs. For the first time in my life I got a close-up view of a hairy pussy. I wasn't sure what to do, but Mrs. O'Brien soon directed me.

"Run your tongue up and down along my slit," she ordered.

I loved the taste. I started moving my tongue all the way from the crack of her ass to the little nub at the top of her pussy. After a while when I got to the nub, she said, "Roll your tongue around that. That's my clit. It feels really good, when you do that."

I was so excited. I wanted to touch my cock, to play with it while I ate her pussy. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. As I started to jerk off, Mrs. O'Brien told me to take my hands off my cock. 

"Put your finger and my cunt and finger fuck me while you suck my clit," she ordered.

After just a couple of minutes she started moaning and talking dirty. "That's it, you dirty boy. Suck my cunt! Suck me off! Eat my pussy!"

Then she started humping my face. She pulled my face into her pussy and started yelling, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I couldn't breathe. I was afraid I would suffocate when she came, holding my face in her cunt while she humped it.

Then she let me go and lay back, a big smile on her face. "You're a sweet boy," she said. "Did you like eating my pussy?"

"Yes, I loved it."

She sat up and started kissing me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, tongue fucking my mouth as I had tongue fucked her pussy. She started licking my face, licking all the pussy juice off it.

The she settled back down and said, "I want to go again. I want you to make me come with your mouth again. Will you do that?"

She sat on the side of the bed and had me get on my knees between her legs. I lowered my face into her pussy and started licking, moving my tongue up and down along the length of her slit.

"Do you like to be in that position?" she asked, "down on your knees between my legs with your tongue in my pussy?"

I just said, "Mmm" and kept working on her slit.

"Now my clit," she ordered. "Suck my clit. I want to come again."

In just a couple of minutes she started humping my face as she came hard. I loved it. I loved having her push her cunt into my face. She pulled me up beside her and kissed me again, passionately thrusting her tongue into my mouth. 

Then she told me to stand up. My cock was sticking rigidly out of my jeans. 

"Are you horny?" she asked. "I bet you'd like to play with your cock."

It was embarrassing to jerk off while she was looking at me, so I hesitated a little.

"Go ahead," she said. "I know you want to play with your cock. Go ahead, I want to watch you jerk off."

I started masturbating while she looked at me. I was so horny I was going to come in about a minute.

"Slow down," she ordered. "Try to make it last. I like to watch naughty boys play with their peckers."

I slowed down a little, but soon she could see I was not going to last very long. "When you're ready," she said, "you can come on my tits. Do you want to shoot your juice all over my titties?"

With that it started. Pulse after pulse of semen landed on her tits, covering them. She rubbed the stuff into her tits. "That'll make them grow," she said. She glanced at the clock. "If it wasn't so late I'd have you jerk off again. At your age I know you can do it. So when you jerk off tonight, think about eating my pussy and coming all over my tits."

That's just what I did, not only that night but many times afterward when I masturbate I picture myself between Mrs. O'Brien's legs, my face in her pussy. When I come, I close my eyes and see the juice landing on her big tits.



Next Door Neighbor



I had a long hard day at work the last thing I wanted to do was cook or have company so I decided to pick something up to eat on my way home. After a quick dinner I decided I would take a long hot bath to relax and unwind. I opened a bottle of wine and went to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. I undressed and climbed in. Shortly, I hear a knock at my door. I climbed out of the tub and threw my robe on, tied it and went to the door to see who it was. I checked through the peephole and saw it was my neighbor Cabe. I had asked him to install some surround sound in my place about a month earlier. I was not in the mood to have anyone over, but since it had already taken this long, I did not want to go any longer without my surround sound. I opened the door and said hello and invited him in. I apologized for my attire and explained to him that I had just gotten into the tub when the doorbell rang. With a blush on his face he looked at me and apologized. I smiled and said it was ok. I asked him if he wanted something to drink and he asked for some water and I gave him the last bottle of water. We chatted for a bit as he drank his water and then he said it was time for him to get to work. I grabbed some magazines and sat on the couch to read them as he worked. 

Since we first met I have had a slight crush on him. I thought he was handsome. Cabe is a tech genius! He knows everything there is to know about computers and anything installations, and anything else techie. I am not computer illiterate, but I am not all that tech savvy either. Cabe however, is not your typical tech guy. He is just above 6' tall. He has gorgeous blue eyes. Even the glasses he wears don't take away from the beauty of his intense eyes. He is stocky, and built like a football player with a bit of a belly. He is definitely the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I have to admit it was hard for me to keep my eyes off of him. There have been many elevator rides where I would just stare at him. To my embarrassment, he has caught me staring a few times but has been gracious about it and just smiles. I know he was just trying to be nice, I mean he is gorgeous and I know I am not his type. From the woman I have seen come by his place I am far from his taste in women. I am 5'5, long brown hair, brown eyes with full hips, a well rounded belly and an ample butt. Also to my dismay, I have trouble finding tops that would cover my bosom without looking like a button is about to pop. Oh, and did I mention that I wear glasses as well. I am not ugly. Just nowhere near the model thin elegant women that always seemed to appear around him.

As he worked with some wiring, I would take glances over at him. I guess one glance, well a stare actually, if I am being honest, went on a bit too long because I noticed him smile and blush a bit which made me blush as well. That was my cue to leave. I excused myself, got up and went to the bathroom and drained the tub of the now cold water. He looked up and apologized again for interrupting my bath. I smiled and assured him it was fine. I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch with the computer to check email and surf the net for a bit. I opened my email and started to go through it and came across an email from a friend. The email contained a link to some of his photos. He is a great photographer and takes beautiful pictures. His portfolio has some of the most amazing pictures I have ever seen. He is a very sought after photographer. I click on the link to view the pictures he wanted me to see. I was a bit shocked as these pictures were different. 

These were not fashion photographs that he normally takes. He took his art in a different direction. He did an erotica photo shoot and wanted to me to tell him what I thought. I viewed the pictures and they were out of this world! I went through the pictures of women in full domme gear with whips and all. They were not posed in any sexually explicit manner, just in sexy poses. I viewed the pictures as my neighbor worked. The pictures were amazing as always, however I found myself aroused by them and realized it may have not been the best time to view the photographs. I put the laptop down in an attempt to lessen the arousal. I went to pour myself another glass of wine and I asked my neighbor if he wanted something else to drink. I gave him the option of beer or wine because there was no more bottled water. He opted for the beer. We chatted for a bit about his day as he worked. I asked what he does for fun and the usual questions you ask during a friendly conversation. We were just starting to get into the conversation when the phone rang.

The phone interrupted our conversation. It was my photographer friend. I told him that I loved the pictures and that they were amazing. I ended the conversation and then excused myself to the bathroom. The phone conversation reminded me of the pictures and I was aroused again. I asked my neighbor if it was going to take much longer and he said it would take about another hour. So I decided to take my hot bath. I filled the tub and undressed. I started to climb into the tub and realized that I left my glass of wine out on the kitchen table. I threw my robe back on and started to head out to the kitchen. When I stepped out I saw my neighbor sitting on the couch and was looking at my computer. I realized that I never closed out the email with the photographs. I started to enter the room slowly trying to not make too much noise. I was embarrassed; I was imagining what my neighbor must be thinking of me with these kinds of pictures. As I moved further into the room I realized that it was not only I that was aroused by the pictures. There was one picture in particular that my neighbor liked. I know this because the picture was up and he was sporting a major hard on. My pussy clenched when I saw his hard on. I did not want to embarrass myself. I quietly moved back to the bathroom and made some noise as I tried to enter the room again. He quickly closed the laptop and eased himself down on the coach. He explained that he was a bit tired and needed to take a bit of a rest. I explained that it was ok. I was just coming to get some wine. Even though he shifted in his seat, I could see the silhouette of his hard cock. 

He looked to be at least 8 inches hard. I felt my nipples harden which made me blush. I have large nipples and even with clothes on they are very visible when I they get hard. I grabbed my glass of wine and went back to the bathroom and told him to carry on. I closed the door and ran the water a bit. I took my robe off and climbed into the tub and settled in for my bath. I closed my eyes but all I could see were the pictures and the mental image of my neighbor and his beautiful erection. I was completely turned on. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. I wanted to masturbate but I couldn't because I had someone there. My guest was creating all sorts of naughty erotic imagines in my head making me even hotter. I couldn't take anymore and I started to gently wash my body. I started with my breast, slowly massaging and squeezing my breast and pinching my nipples. All the time I had imagines of Cabe's hands on my breast I was enjoying myself much I forgot that my neighbor was still there. I heard a sound that bought me back. 

I opened my eyes slightly embarrassed that I was having naughty thoughts of my neighbor while he was there. Movement catches the corner of my eye and I look towards the door which I had left open. I placed a full sized mirror just outside of the bathroom to give myself a final check before I leave the house. The mirror is between the living room and the bathroom. In the mirror I can see the reflection of my neighbor. He had his head back and his cock in his hand. I did not realize that he could see me in the mirror. I guess he had been watching me the whole time. I could not stop watching him. Watching him masturbate turned me on so much. My nipples were hard and erect. Then lowered his head and opened his eyes and looked right into the mirror. We made eye contact in the mirror and I continued to watch him. He smiled as he watched me watch him. Then he stood up and started walking towards the bathroom. I loudly said stop. He quickly stopped and had a shadow of disappointment crossed his face. "Get the bottle of wine and another glass for you" I said with a smile. He walked back and I heard him open the fridge and the cupboard and start to head to the bathroom. He stood at the doorway fully clothed with his pants undone. His eyes scanned all of my body in the water which made my nipples pebble even harder. I could full see his beautiful erection over his clothes. "Would you like to join me? "He poured himself a glass of wine and quickly took his clothes off and jumped in the tub. Before I could say anything he kissed me. That kiss sent shockwaves through me. My nipples were hard pebbles. He pressed himself against me which felt amazing. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my thigh. Gently he moved us until I was on top of him. 

We continued kissing and slowly he had me move up so that he could suck on my breast. I was enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my skin. It felt amazing. Every kiss, every lick, made my pussy wetter. I started to grind myself on him as he sucked on my nipples. He moved his hands slowly caressing my body and all of my curves. His hand finally reached its destination and I gasped as his finger slipped into my wet waiting cunt. He moved his thumb gently applying pressure to my clit while rubbing it. I moaned and kissed him harder. He quickly bought me to the edge and over my body shuddering with the climax. When the shuddering subsided, I blushed. He pulled me close and kissed me. I could feel his erection against me as we kissed. I pull away and smile, I quietly get up and step out of the tub. I look back and admire his naked body. I start to walk out and yell back, "Are you going to sit in that cold water all night or come and warm me up in my bed?" 

He was behind me quickly kissing the back of my neck. We entered my bedroom and he turned me around and crushed me into his body. We kissed and I could not get close enough to him. He walked us back towards the bed and I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees. I turned us around and pushed him down on the bed. I smiled at him and said, my turn. I kissed my way down his body stopping to lick his nipples making them hard. Then I continue kissing my way down his body until I reach his erect cock. I look up at him and smile, and then I licked the length of him. Then I slowly took him in gently cupping his balls as I begin to bob up and down. I quicken the pace bringing him to the edge. He moans and his whole body jerked and convulsed and I sucked on the tip again as he started to come. Smiling I quickly cleaned up and climbed into bed next to him. We lay there quietly or a few minutes in comfortable silence. Then he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him and kissed me. He gently sat us up and began to suck on my right nipple while he played with the left one. His cock became hard again. I was pushing against my pussy making it wet again. He grabbed my hips and gently guided me down onto his erect cock.

As I lowered myself, he entered me. Once all the way in we sat still. Not moving, just kissing. I could feel every inch of his throbbing cock in me. It felt so good I let out a moan. I started to ride his cock slowly. He grabbed my hips and held on. He quickened the pace. while pushing deeper and harder into me. I arched my back trying to get him deeper. I thrust harder and increase the pace. He quickly brought me to the edge. I started to cum. My pussy tightened around his cock as I started to cum and he gave a few more thrusts and was tumbling over the edge with me. With his cock still in me, he gently rolled us over so that I was on my back and he was lying in between my legs. He finally pulled himself away and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back to the room I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up as well. I could not believe what happened.