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Good Neighbors

By: Patrick



I ran my tongue slowly and sensually up the underside of his cock and was rewarded with a low moan as his cock twitched and jumped, and a thrill ran right through me! oh I did so enjoy driving a man wild with my educated tongue, there was a beautiful sense of power in bringing a man to the brink of sexual ecstasy and holding him there! but there was also the sheer delight in having a man's beautiful cock in my mouth! and this cock was particularly beautiful! large and thick and deliciously shaped, a cock to be proud of! and I had the feeling that Joe was indeed proud of his erect manhood, proud that I'd showed an interest in it and an obvious delight in seeing it, and he'd had that half proud, half excited grin on his face when I'd eased it from his bathers just a short while ago! that grin had now turned to one of lustful pleasure as my lips and tongue had paid his cock due homage!

Joe was barely 22 years old, and lived a couple of houses away with his equally young and extremely pretty wife, Helen, and right at this moment his wife, Helen, was sitting alongside him on the lounger, her eyes half closed and her legs wide open! and between her legs my husband, Trevor, was busy creating ecstasy in her hot pussy with his even more educated tongue!! and I knew just how she was feeling!! I'd never met anyone that could lick pussy like Trevor! he'd once told me that his mother had taken him in hand at a very early age, determined that he would never let a woman down the way his father had often let her down, so she taught him everything about pleasing, exciting and most of all, satisfying a woman!! she had done an amazing job!! and I was delighted when she took me in hand shortly after Trevor and I started going out together and taught me a few things about how to pleasure a man!! I was using some of those skills right now on Joe - and he was loving them!!

Trevor and I ( my name is Melissa, by the way ) were now in our early 30's and had been married for 8 years, but we'd never been particularly conventional in our sex lives! we realised very early in the piece that we were both incredibly horny creatures! and to try and confine that horniness to a monogamous marriage would be a recipe for disaster! so we operated by the creed his mother had passed on to us, 'don't ever confuse love with sex or sex with love! love is something you can't command, but sex sure as hell is!!'. We knew and acknowledged frequently the deep love that existed between us, but accepted that sexual pleasure and sexual satisfaction was our own, individual responsibility! so over the years we had both explored and experienced sex with other people, always bringing that back into our relationship honestly and openly, and had found that in doing so, we received incredible sexual pleasure from hearing of each other's experiences. It might seem surprising therefore that this was the first time we had ever been in what could be described as a swapping situation!

Joe and Helen had only moved in down the street a few months before, fresh from their honeymoon, and in the fashion of all good neighbors we'd been happy to help them get settled and introduced around the neighborhood, by throwing a small party in their honor. After that, Helen and I became friends very quickly, and as is always the case when two women start to get close, we were soon exchanging very personal information! so I quickly became aware that all was not rosy in the sex department between Helen and Joe, and had popped Helen's eyes wide a few times with some discretely dropped hints about the unusual sexual attitudes that Trevor and I shared. In the meantime, it didn't take a genius to see that almost from the outset, Trevor had the hots for Helen! she was blonde - and he loved blondes, she had a real sexy ass - and he loves sexy asses, and she had high, ripe, firm tits - and he loved tits of all shapes and sizes!! and as we lay in bed at night he often mused how he would love to have his throbbing dick parked in Helen's pussy!! and I'd laugh and say that I wouldn't mind having Joe's big cock parked in my pussy either, as I'd gathered from Helen that he was pretty well endowed!! I don't know who first floated the idea of combining forces and seducing Helen and Joe as a couple! but the idea immediately fired our imaginations - and our hormones!

Tonight we'd invited them over for a meal and a dip in the pool, as we'd discovered many years ago that there was nothing quite like a pool to lower inhibitions and increase feelings of sensuality! I think it was a combination of the sensuality of water itself and the lack of clothes!! and that's the way it had proved tonight! Helen in a Bikini was an awesome sight! she really did have a sensational body, and Trevor made sure she was aware of it, with frequent compliments and occasional brief physical contact! Joe looked pretty good too, he was quite tall and muscular, and his relatively small bathers only served to highlight the bounty that lay beneath!! Trevor had equally brief bathers on and lacked nothing in comparison in the bulge department! a fact that I'm sure did not escape Helen's attention! as for me, well, I had a bikini on which appeared quite modest in its dimensions, covering most of my breasts and my pussy, it only had one drawback! once it got wet it became totally transparent!! so once I climbed out of the pool after my initial dip it was like I was totally naked!! and Joe's eyes just about popped out of his head!! because all modesty aside, I had a trim , taut and terrific figure with very firm and reasonably sized breasts!! Helen gasped in surprise also and glanced at her husband to see how he was reacting! I'm not sure if it was his popping eyes, his dropped chin, or the sudden discomforting bulge in his bathers that caused her reaction, but I saw her turn her head aside and lift a hand to her mouth to stop a giggle from bursting out!! an interesting and very promising reaction, I thought, as did Trevor when our glances met, and I saw the grin come on to his face as he quickly moved to engage Helen in conversation, giving me all the space I needed to work on Joe!

Helen and Trevor dove into the water together, and surfaced together, Helen giving out a slight screech, and all three of us burst out laughing as we realised that her small bikini top was really not made for diving and had come adrift and was floating off down the pool! there was that inevitable period of indecision as to whether she should go after the bikini top or cover up her breasts, and that gave all three of us time to have a pretty good view of her succulent naked breasts! particularly Trevor, who was standing only a few feet away! I glanced quickly at Joe to see how he was reacting after the initial laughter, and he had a curious half smile, half flush on his face and his bulge had grown even larger! the sight of his wife displaying her tits to other people was clearly turning him on! and he got turned on even more when Trevor gallantly retrieved the Bikini top and insisted on helping Helen to put it back on! watching Trevor slip the bikini over her head, then fit the two pieces of material at the front over the thrust of her breasts, before moving to the back to tie up the strings again, left no doubt that Trevor had actually touched and fondled Helen's naked breasts or that Helen had made absolutely no attempt to stop him! but if there was even the slightest doubt, that disappeared when Trevor then slid his hands around Helen and deliberately and provocatively cupped them around her breasts, while asking if that was ok and was the bikini completely comfortable now!! Helen just tipped her head back and grinned up at Trevor - albeit with a slight flush on her face - and told him that felt absolutely fine!! They seemed to stay in that position for an absolute age, Trevor's hands cupping Helen's breasts, and her gazing up at him, and I knew that Trevor was having all sorts of difficulty holding back! I knew in that situation I would be seeing Helen's upturned face with lips slightly apart as a definite invitation!! I think Joe could sense that too, and I heard his slight intake of breath! so just to take his mind off things I moved forward and 'accidentally' brushed my hand across the bulge in his bather's!! this time the intake of breath was so great that they heard it in the water!! and broke from their half embrace!

Things were looking so promising that I wasn't sure we needed to move to the next phase of our seduction plan, but Trevor's mother had taught both of us never to take situations for granted, so when we finally went inside from the pool I nodded to Trevor and he went to the bar to make us all a drink, which he proudly announced as his own cocktail invention! it looked stunning! a sort of rainbow of different levels and colors containing only a little alcohol, but plenty of sweet smelling and sweet tasting herbs! herbs specifically designed to lower inhibitions and increase desire!! we knew they worked on us! now we waited to see if they worked on Joe and Helen!! We lit a few candles around the place to make things even more sensuous and put on some music! initially some nice boppy music that encouraged them to get up and dance, sometimes together and sometimes with us, then slowed the music down. By this time they had both finished the initial drink and had asked for more, as they'd enjoyed it so much! we obliged, of course!! with the slow music on, we allowed them one dance together, and enjoyed one ourselves - doing everything we could to get each other into an even more turned on state, then split them apart and began to work on them individually! neither of them seemed to mind! in fact as soon as Joe took me into his arms for the first dance, his hands slid down and started to fondle my ass cheeks! I knew then that everything was working perfectly!

It was spooky in a way, but Trevor and I seemed to be totally tuned in to each other, even though we were focussing on Helen and Joe, we seemed to know just how far the other was getting and even slowed down or speeded up to compensate for any minor hold backs of the part of Helen and Joe! and they were only minor! both seemed to be hot to trot, as they say!! and it wasn't long before the slow dancing became little more than a swaying back and forth as both couples allowed their bodies to get to know each other!! it even seemed perfectly natural that our lips and tongues should also get into the 'getting to know you' mode, and gentle, tentative kisses soon became quite heated and passionate!! it wasn't long after that activity commenced that Trevor and I felt confident that things were at the right stage! so we mutually led them over to the sofa and sat them down, and almost in unison removed the bottom portion of their bathers! there wasn't a murmur of dissent from either one!! Helen hadn't lied, Joe was pretty well endowed! and I drooled at the first sight of his rampant dick!! then proceeded to lick and suck it like Trevor's mom had taught me!! while right next to me Trevor was also following his mother's instructions, lifting Helen's pussy to heights of pleasure I'm sure she'd never experienced before! I glance up at Joe and found his eyes firmly fixed on the action that was happening between Trevor and his wife, and when I glance over at Helen, noticed that she was alternating between closed eyed groans of pleasure and open eyed glances at what I was doing with Joe! and I realised that they were getting off on watching each other as much as from what they were getting themselves!! something I could relate to! as I was getting real turned on watching Trevor in action for the first time with someone else!! Time to up the ante!!!!

I stood up and quickly divested myself of my bikini, and Trevor did the same with his bathers! once again we seemed to have tuned in to each other! and we stood naked before Helen and Joe for the first time, letting each feast their eyes on us! I felt a real flush of delight when Joe immediately burst out "God, you're sensational!!", Trevor grinned widely, also seeming to take pleasure from the comment about his wife! "You're absolutely right Joe!" he said, "My wife is sensational!, but your wife is sensational too, and I'm really looking forward to fucking her!!" there it was! right out in the open!!, and, I thought, perfectly timed as usual!! "Just as I know you're really looking forward to fucking Melissa!!" he added! " But of course, we can take nothing for granted can we? it's really up to the ladies isn't it? I mean I can tell Helen how beautiful, exciting and incredibly sexy she is, and how much I want to feel my throbbing cock deep inside her beautiful juicy pussy! and you can tell Melissa the same, but unless they want our cocks in their pussies, it's not going to happen, because I've never yet made love to someone who didn't want me to! and I'm sure you're the same!" God, I almost stood up and applauded! he'd noted their interest in what the other was doing too, and he was bringing that right out into the open! he wanted Helen to admit openly in front of her husband that she wanted to be fucked! that she wanted to be fucked by Trevor! and in a perverse way he wanted to hear me do it in front of the others too!! a shudder and a shiver ran right through me!!

There was a short period where his words seem to bounce around the room like an echo in a canyon, repeating and repeating within everybody's heads, then Joe turned to face Helen and an anguished look came over his face, "I'm sorry, I can't help it! Trevor's right, I want to fuck Melissa so bad!!" he blurted out! another long moment passed as Helen stared deeply into his eyes, then a slight smile came to her face and she said, "I don't think Melissa wants you to fuck her bad! I think she wants you to fuck her good!! and that's ok with me if it's ok with Melissa! because I just can't wait for Trevor to fuck me real good!!" there was almost a shocked silence as the full impact of her words struck home, then three pairs of eyes turned in my direction! "Are you crazy?" I snorted, "I can't think of anything I want more right now than to have Joe's beautiful cock rammed right up my steaming pussy!!". Trevor let out a tribal yell and scooped Helen off the couch and laid her on the floor, dropping immediately between her legs, "What are we waiting for?" he yelled and promptly plunged his big hard dick straight into her pussy!! it was Helen's turn to let out a tribal yell! but it sounded suspiciously like "Yes, oh god Yes!! fuck me!!", but who had time to really listen? Joe was only a fraction of a second behind Trevor in pulling me to the floor and plunging his gorgeous cock deep into my pussy!! and I was screaming along with Helen!!!! "Yes!, yes!, yes! fuck me Joe!!, fuck me good!!" my pussy was on fire, my body was on fire, even my mind seemed to be on fire as he plunged his big cock into me time and time again, and it felt good, god it felt just soooo good!! and I glanced over and saw Trevor's fantastic cock plunging in and out of Helen's pussy and the sight of that nearly blew my mind!! it was so exciting!! seeing Trevor fuck another woman for the first time and seeing how her body was reacting to him was simply amazing!! and I saw him glance over at Joe's cock plunging into me, and my body bucking and heaving in response and he grinned wildly, then mouthed silently "I love you!!" and I came!!! god did I cum!!! I came so hard that I practically dislodged Joe! but he clung on because he was coming too! shooting what seemed like gallons of hot cum juice deep into my thrashing pussy! and I was screaming again "Yes Joe! of god yes! fill me up, shoot your juices deep, fuck me hard, fuck meeee!!"

Alongside me Helen was engaged in a similar frantic orgasm!! yelling just as loud and just as often! and for a moment our eyes met and we grinned wildly at each other, and she said "Oh yes Melissa, your husband sure can fuck!!", "and so can yours!!" I responded and we both burst out laughing!! but we weren't laughing for long, we were both too busy!! I don't know if it was the special herbal drink, the sensuous atmosphere, the exciting element of fucking in front of our partners, or just the special electricity between each couple, but we just kept on fucking!! at one point we were even fucking with our own partners! and that seemed to be a heightened experience too! fucking each other in front of someone else!! wow!! Afterwards the four of us lay entwined together and talked, and I loved watching Trevor's hands fondling Helen's breasts, I loved the look of pleasure on her face, but I also realised with something of a shock that I was also enjoying looking at Helen's breasts themselves! so ripe and firm, and such gorgeous swollen nipples! I felt a heat start to rise in my pussy and realised that I was actually getting turned on to her!! Mmmmm, that was interesting!! then I caught her glancing at me, and saw her eyes drop to my breasts and her tongue come out and brush across her lips! and the heat inside me seemed to double in intensity!! was it my imagination, or was she also a little turned on to me?! I found myself suddenly thinking of ways that I might find that out!!

Once again I silently thanked Trevor's mother for her wisdom and her insight, she'd taught us both to enjoy pleasure for pleasures sake - and we were about to do the same with Helen and Joe!! Teach them to enjoy pleasure for pleasure's sake!! I think she would have approved!! We stayed pretty much as individual couples that night, but the possibilities of a whole variety of joint ventures did not escape the eagle eye and horny mind of either Trevor or me!! and we knew that this night was only the first of many! as Helen and Joe became increasingly comfortable with what was happening!!

Good Neighbors



It all started with an errant e-mail from a neighbor. Somehow a link meant for some like-minded friends ended up in our possesion. It ,the link ,being to a swingers club located nearby. At first I wondered what he was suggesting. Thinking maybe he noticed how much I had been staring at his wife lately. She sure is an eyeful, long dark hair, long legs,pouty lips and a very full chest. Which is usually what I find myself staring at , until her smile breaks the stare. Then my thought shifted to Robert , and how he maybe wants my wife. They do get along very well , as my wife seems to flirt with him endlessly. Perhaps the message was meant for her to see. So after tossing it about in my head for awhile, I left it alone. Until that weekend. We were both out doing yardwork the next day and I called over to see if he wanted a beer. After a few cold ones I asked him about the e-mail. Not to put him on the spot. He said, " Oops ...that wasn't supposed to go to you" , "I have a friend who lives in another city and both his girlfriend and he swing . Ginny and I have done a little bit as well , and they wanted another contact". Well at least he was being honest I thought. Then my thought shifted to those full pouty lips of Ginny's ...and how they would feel wrapped around my pole. Her soft eyes looking in mine..." Have you two ever toyed with the idea before?" . Rob's voice snapped me out of fantasyland. It took me a second to respond. "Uh...we talked about it once or twice semi-seriously, I laughed. The other times were when Crystal (my wife) and her girlfriend had been drinking , and this happened more than once. They would start goofing around and really get me worked up by talking about how a "Todd" sandwich would be fun" . Nervously laughing

, I said, " But it never went any farther...unfortunately" "Well " Robert said, "Ginny and I have had tried quite a few things over the last 8 months, and we're looking to try some other stuff soon ". I gulped. "Oh yeah"...agreeing with Robert. He grinned like a clever cat That's when he asked if I'd like to watch. Well not exactly front row stuff, but watching just the same. He said his wife wanted to have someone watch them , only she didn't want to be told when they were being watched.

He asked if I'd be "game", and of course I accepted. Even if it was from next door, I couldn't wait to see those two lovely breasts. So ...from there we devised a plan. To start off with he was going to get Ginny into their bedroom at 8:00 that night and dare her to fuck with the lights on. And he was sure she would accept. He'd tell her to pretend that they were being watched and that she should put on a show for their watcher in the dark. That afternoon couldn't have taken longer to go by.

My mind started to race and I had to start planning to get Crystal into our bedroom for the "show". But as fate would have it, she unexpectedly had to go out of town to visit her sister. *damn*

After Crystal left I found a pair of binoculars, even tho it's less than 60' between houses. Then arranged the blinds to give me the best view. Then I waited. In the dark. Eight o'clock came and went. I knew they were home. They had pulled into the driveway about 45 minutes before. 8:09. Nothing yet . *damn* maybe she didn't feel like it or maybe Robert was messing with me, knowing I'd be waiting here. 8:17. Yup ...I think I'd been had when ...*bing*...on came the bedroom nightstand light. There she stood in a short summer dress. Legs and tits were all I was seeing. She bent down giving me a good look at her long legs . Then she stood up and looked out the window. At first I leaned back out of view, then thought there was no way she could see me sitting here in the dark. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Robert entering the room carrying two rather large candles. Both lit. "Thank you buddy" I half whispered. He really was helping set the stage. After he strategically set the candles between myself and their bed, Robert went to work. They embraced and had one long kiss, then broke away and he said something out loud to her. She responded by facing the picture window and in one smooth motion her little dress fell to the floor. There she stood in bra and panties. She quickly slid out of her panties and then fumbled for a second with her bra strap. And *gulp* there they stood ...two beautiful tits jutting straight out on her chest. Her hands brushed them for a moment then ran down her tummy to the top of her hips ...then something stopped her. She spun around , I'm guessing Robert had said something to her. He had taken off his shirt and appeared to be wearing only jeans. She took a step and sat on the bed in front of him where she unzipped him and let his cock spring forward. His cock looked to be at about 7-8", which I noticed only for a second, because Ginny started sucking on that prick like a porn queen. She was giving just the knob on the end a real workout. Roberts jeans had but hit the floor when she started squeezing his balls and swallowing the better part of his hard on. She slowly manoevered herself , while keeping the tongue workout going, till she was now on her knees. From here I could see her pussy lips and ass as she moved her hips around as she sucked . Robert leaned forward and gave her ass a quick slap , which made her slurp and choke down more cock.

With the show in front of me, I had almost all but forgotten my own very hard prick . Which I let loose from my shorts and slowly started to stroke. Robert pulled his prick from Ginnys mouth and sat down on the bed, he said something to her and she went to the dresser and pulled out a bag which she put at Roberts side. And then she layed across Roberts lap, making sure her legs were spread wide, which fortunately gave me a perfect view. Robert again smacked her ass, this time harder, leaving a red hand mark on her. She squirmed but stayed put. Again...*smack* another one across her ass. She seemed to not only be enjoying it ...but with her body language ...wanted more. It was after 4 more slaps that Robert opened the bag and took out some kind of lotion or oil and squirted some on Ginnys ass. He started massaging her and kneading her ass cheeks together. With a few long strokes on her inner thighs his fingers worked there way into her pussy. I grabbed the binoculars and zeroed in, he had two fingers pumping rythmically into her cunt and the other hand was massaging her asshole. Which, with the manipulation was getting had her sticking her ass high in the air to get the most she could of Roberts hand. He rewarded her by poking his thumb into her oiled asshole. She moved her head up for a moment , I guess from the sudden intrusion in her butthole. He again got into a rhthm, she squirmed across his lap , taking the pleasure in. My cock raged by now the head a shiny coat in purple.

Robert took his thumb out slowly and again reached to the bag and pulled out a long dildo which looked like a corkscrew. It was about 16-18" . Ginny turned around and looked to his hands and put her head back down. After oiling the dildo stick he slowly fed it into Ginnys cunt, her legs opening wider to accomodate the huge plastic cock. Again he got a rythm going and slowly eased his thumb back to it's home in her ass.

Ginnys head turned to the side and she looked like she was in some kind of heaven, her smile and eyes shut tight a giveaway. Robert , had at some point, started talking to Ginny. This was making her gyrate to Roberts rhythm. He withdrew from her ass and again gave it a smack. She opened her legs even wider yet and Robert gave her more cock.

My hand was rubbing up and down so quick by now on my own cock. It was about then that I decided I had to have a taste of thatbig titted neighbor. Staring at Ginnys twat I almost missed Robert giving me the thumbs up sign. I didn't know what he had planned but I sat there in the dark one hand on my cock, watching him fuck his wife with a rather large dildo. After a two minute plugging of her cunt with the plastic monster cock, he moved her onto the bed and pulled out the dildo. Replacing it with his still hard prick he fucked her from behind , leaving me fumbling with the binoculars to see if he indeed was fucking her cunt. He plowed on fucking her hard making her thrash her head sbout, her arm bent under her body, with her fingers rubbing her clit to keep up with Roberts fuck rhythm. My hand was rubbing my cock raw, trying to get my own precum to lubricate. I gave up and spit on it to help. Robert pulled out and motioned Ginny to turn over, she did and pulled legs up high. Again Robert went at it fast and furious, not giving Ginny time to allow for the few seconds of being without it. Ginny by this time looked rather flushed and in a moment or two suddenly picked up a pace Robert couldn't follow. She let out a scream which I heard from my little hiding spot in my bedroom. Robert caught up as Ginny slowed down and really started fucking hard. After two minutes of watching this I let loose my spunk going wherever , I didn't really care. Robert kept going , fucking and fucking. Relentlessly...then when heappeared to run out of energy. He pulled out and Ginny scrambled to grasp on to his prick, but she took it into her mouth and he face fucked her till he tensed andlet loose his own orgasm Not once did she move her mouth from his cock. Swallowing every drop, I sat there dumbfounded. Never having that happen before I felt jealous for a sec to lucky Robert. She kept it in her mouth till he softened slightly, and he layed down beside her touching her body with a few caresses.

An hour later my wife came home and we made love, the "neighbor way" . Only without the lights on . But that came later on... A day or two later Ginny was outside and said "Hi" and winked, leaving me to imagine what was to come next...



Good Neighbors



I stood in front of the sink in a loose wrap dress and nothing else. There was no point in wearing panties on a day like this. All I would do is get them uncomfortably wet in no time. Besides, as soon as my husband got home I was planning to drag him into the bedroom and mount him.

I always get like this when I'm ovulating. My pussy feels open and aching to be filled, and I'm wet and slick all the time. I reached down under my dress and felt that my fluids had the slippery, stretchy, telltale consistency that confirmed that my horniness was caused by being at peak fertility. I looked at the clock on the oven while rubbing by wet fingers together and tingling all over. Where was my husband anyway? He got off work hours ago and he hadn't been answering his phone. This was typical for him, but being so horny made me even more annoyed by it. At time like this, masturbating barely took the edge off my urge to fuck. At a time like this, I needed a real dick. My husband isn't a very considerate man, but he is incredibly good looking and has a long black dick that fills me up just how I like.

I knew he had to come home eventually and in the meantime, I needed to do something to distract me from the aching between my legs. It was Sunday afternoon so I decided to turn on the football game. I had forgotten how hot those guys looked in their tight pants. I watched our star running back make a long run down the field and I thought about how I'd love to get my legs around those slender hips. I just started sliding my hand between my legs to touch myself again when I heard my neighbors through the wall, shouting about the touchdown we were all about to see. 

I had had a few conversations in the hallway with Latoya, the female half of the couple, and she was always friendly. I thought that maybe watching the game with others would be a better distraction than watching by myself, so I decided to be neighborly and go knock on their door. 

Latoya answered the door with a warm smile. "I hope we're not being too loud for you."

"Oh, not at all! It sounds like you are having a lot more fun than me, so I thought I might join you"

"Come on in," she said, stepping back into her apartment to let me enter. "Have you met my husband Darrell?"

In fact, I had not met him. I had seen him in the parking lot a few times but I didn't remember him looking as handsome as he did that day, sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, transfixed on the game.

"Darrell, say hello! Don't be rude!"

He looked up from the game and our eyes met. "Hi" he said, with a crooked smile.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Latoya offered. "I'm just packing my lunch to head off to work at the hospital. My turn to work Sunday night in the ER."

I accepted a glass of ice water and sat down on the opposite side of the couch from Darrell. Latoya perched on the arm of the couch by her husband to watch a few more plays, then excused herself to change into her nurse's uniform. A few moments later she stood in the doorway with her lunchbox and purse. "One of you guys had better text me with the final score. It looks like this might be a close one!" 

We both waved goodbye and then we were alone. We spent the first few moments in silence, transfixed on the last two minutes of the second quarter. Then halftime started and Darrell muted the TV and I felt that irresistible pull to fill the silence.

"It's nice to finally meet you," I said. "I've seen you around but never got to know you."

He smiled that crooked smile again and looked mildly embarrassed. I self-consciously checked my dress to make sure all my milky white flesh was covered appropriately. I wondered what he was smirking about.

"We haven't had a conversation before, but I've certainly heard your voice."

I cocked my head to the side "What do you mean?"

"These apartment walls are thin. We hear you with your husband."

A rising blush entered my face and a became aware again of the tingling wetness between my thighs, thinking about how many times my neighbors had heard me cry out during sex. I said nothing.

Somehow, Darrell looked even more embarrassed than I felt, and I could tell he was hesitating about saying the next thing on his mind. "What?" I asked, feeling nervous but wanting him to continue.

He looked at me furtively and then down at his own lap as he continued. "I hear you telling him how you love his big dick, and I've always been sort of curious if it was really that big or if he's just your first black guy and you don't realize what a real big one looks like. I mean, I bet mine is bigger than his." He met my eyes again and then looked away and shook his head. "Sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just something I can't help thinking about"

I laughed nervously, but also with genuine amusement, "Hey, if I'm gonna make all that noise, I can hardly expect you not to have something to say about it." I looked down at the front of his sweatpants and saw that I wasn't the only one who was aroused by this conversation. 

I glanced at my phone and calculated that it had now been three hours since my husband got off work and still no call. My annoyance and arousal squashed any guilty feelings I might have had, and I smiled at him. "Let me take a look at it. I'll tell you if it's bigger or not."

He hesitated for a moment and I could see him struggling with the idea. Likely thinking about his wife and what she would think if she found him showing his cock to the neighbor. Finally he looked at me and chuckled out loud, "well all right then!" as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants and pulled them down a few inches, allowing his thick, dark dick to spring free and stand straight up from his lap. I don't know if he was looking at me or not, because I was transfixed on the column of flesh he was showing me. It didn't look to be longer than my husband's, but it seemed to be thicker. 

I didn't want to let on exactly how good it looked to me, or exactly how deep my urge was to climb on his lap and shove it inside me, so I just said "It's hard to say if it's bigger or not without touching it."

I looked at him to gauge his reaction. He met my eyes and I saw some hesitation there, but he quickly used his eyes to point down at his lap, giving me permission to touch him. I reached over and grabbed it at the base, slowly stroking up and down. Before giving him any feedback on his size, I wanted to make sure he was as hard as he could be. As I rubbed him with my left hand he rolled his head back and rested it on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes and took a few jagged breaths.

Without releasing my grip, I got up from the couch and positioned myself over him. I balanced myself carefully, each of my thighs across each of his thighs, so that I could get both hands around his shaft at the same time. When he felt my weight rest on him, his eyes flew open and he looked startled for a moment. 

"I want to feel it with both hands," I said, and finally he met my eyes.

"Well, what's the verdict?" he asked, swallowing hard.

"Oh, it's thicker than any I've ever felt" I assured him, smiling seductively. "And you're right, my husband is the only black man I've been with."

He smiled in a self-satisfied way, then I decided to venture a question, "Have you ever touched a white woman this way?"

He shook his head.

"Well, maybe you should return the favor. Touch me down there and tell me if it feels any different than what you're used to."

He hesitated, then moved his hands up my thighs and down the front of my body to find my bare pussy. He gasped as his fingers slid over my wetness, moaned as one finger slid easily inside me. In a low, husky voice he said "your pussy is the tightest I have ever felt," a pause, a breath... "but it's so wet."

My need to have him inside me was painfully strong, but I could sense that he might hesitate. I decided to appeal to his curiosity: "And your cock is the thickest I've ever felt. I wonder if it would even fit inside me." I scooted forward, putting us closer together, giving him a physical cue to go along with the verbal. For another moment, we continued to tease each other with our hands. I asked again, more bluntly, this time: "Let's see if you can even fit that big black monster into this little white pussy. I know you want to. I can see the precum starting to drip out of you"

He looked down and saw it too, right next to my hungry pussy. He moved his left hand to cup my ass and urged me forward, giving me permission to try sliding onto his dick. With how wet and ready I was, I didn't expect to have any trouble sliding him inside, and I positioned myself directly over him. As I began to lower myself, I felt the head of his cock stretch the opening to my pussy and I felt an intense sense of relief. This was the moment I had been craving for the last two days. I slid down about two inches then slowly raised up again. I looked him in the eyes and saw lust there to match my own. "Getting your whole big thing inside is gonna take a little help from you" I said, pulling down both sides of my wrap dress and exposing my big, round breasts. I pushed one of them toward his mouth, knowing that nothing gets me off faster than having a man suck on my nipples while he's inside me.

I continued rocking slowly up and down, each time getting him a little further up into my pussy and closer to my soft, fertile cervix.

I paused.

The reason that being stuffed full of this divinely hard dick felt so uncommonly good at this moment was because the hormonal cycle of my body had lubricated my pussy and softened my cervix in preparation for pregnancy. I can't just be fucking the neighbor at a time like this.

But his hands gripped both sides of my ass and urged me on as he sucked my nipples and there was no way on earth I could stop. I resolved to ride him slow until I had my fill and then finish him of with my hands. I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum, considering how close I was already. 

I kept grinding slowly, my head tossed back, feeling more and more of his cock with every thrust. He sucked hungrily at both my nipples and finally my pussy spasmed in release. I was cumming and I couldn't stop cumming, feeling the wetness building inside me more and more. My head was spinning and I was wondering how I could be so impossibly wet. My wetness was spilling out of me and I felt it dribbling down his balls where my ass was all the way up against him. I lifted my head and looked at him, his face relaxing, the intensity of his attention on my breasts waning. I looked down between our bodies and saw a frothy whiteness mashed between his coarse pubic hair and my waxed smoothness.

Darrell sighed with pleasure and ground his pubic bone against mine once more. "I'm sorry I came so fast, my wife hasn't let me fuck her in nearly two weeks... plus, your pussy is so sweet and tight." 

"Oh, that's ok. You made me cum, too," I reassured him, trying to hide the hint of panic in my own voice as I lifted myself off of his lap, my legs shaking with a combination of pleasure and nerves. The hem of my dress fell back to just above my knees and I tucked my breasts back inside it. I ran my fingers over the top of his short hair and whispered, "this can just be our little secret." 

As I reached the door to let myself out, I turned back to look at him, profoundly relaxed, his now-soft cock covered in our combined juices. "Remember to text your wife the score," I reminded him.



Good Neighbors



They used to be neighbors. Bernie was in his late fifties, bald, sporting a small beer belly. He was living alone in the apartment beside hers. He always shoveled the snow from their common balcony. Sometimes she would get to her car and he had dug it out of the snow bank.

Angie was in her mid twenties, long brown hair, small firm breast and a nice ass on top of long legs. She was a quiet person with a soft voice and a tremendous smile. At long last she had finally met the one. They had bought a house in the suburbs and she moved out leaving her apartment to her younger brother. 

She was working close by and she would have lunch in her old apartment using Bernie's wireless internet connection. She had discovered his scat stories that he had submitted to literotica. They were kind of exciting but she would not do anything like that to her boyfriend. She would need a willing neutral partner to try that.

She was unlocking the outside door downstairs preparing to enter:

''Hello Angie, it has been a long time.'' Bernie called to her.

He had a big smile like if he was happy to see her.

''Hi Bernie. Yes it has been a long time. How are you?'' Angie asked smiling back.

''I am fine. There is not much to say no big change only the same old routine. Still unemployed nobody wants to hire me because I am too experienced officially. No one daring to tell me that I am too old. And you how are you?'' Bernie answered.

'' I am fine. Love living in the suburbs. It is a lot quieter than this neighborhood.'' She said opening the door.

''I am glad to hear that everything is fine.''

Bernie said following her inside the stairwell.

She was suffering from constipation and was wondering if he could be that neutral partner when she farted. She blushed and apologized to Bernie.

''Do not worry about that. I did worse than that helping an old girlfriend that had a lazy colon.'' He said smiling at her.

She had stopped in the middle of the stairway surprised. The opportunity was there. She decided to tempt her faith.

''I have been constipated for a few days. Can you help me with that?'' Angie asked.

''Maybe I can. It almost always worked with her. I am not sure that you will agree to what we would need to do together.'' He answered.

''What did you do to help your old girlfriend?'' She asked him.

He was getting a hard on at the possibility that he might kiss her gorgeous ass. But he was embarrassed to tell the truth. He was the one blushing now. He managed to mumble:

''She would sit on my face and I would put my tongue in her asshole as deep as I could until it triggered her bowel movement. Then she would rush to the toilet.'' He said looking at the stairs.

''Oh! That sounds like fun. Would you help me like that?'' She asked lifting his chin up.

She would never had kissed him or dreamed of sleeping with him but she would like to have his male tongue up her butt. 

''Yes I would like to try to help you.'' He said.

''It did not worked every time?'' 

She asked climbing the stairs. Letting him stared at her ass.

''Well some nights it would take fifteen to twenty minutes, some other nights it could be close to an hour before she rushed to the toilet.'' He answered in a low voice.

''I have to be back at the office in fifty minutes. I can take longer than that if I need but I would like to be back in time.'' Angie said as she was unlocking the door to the apartment.

He was so excited, her ass had always excited him and now he was going to lick it for real.

She was closing the door when she said:

''How do you want to do this? I have never sat on a face before.'' She asked smiling at him.

She felt her excitement increase. Her lover was too conservative to even think about going down on her, so kissing her ass must be as far away as the next galaxy to him. She would enjoy this.

''I will lie on my back. You will take off your pants and panties; straddle my head looking toward my feet and sit down on me. Then you will let me put my face in your ass and try to put your asshole on my mouth. I will stick my tongue out to help you.'' He said sitting down on the floor.

''Will you be able to cope? I am a little bit afraid.'' She lied to him.

''First, let me say that I am the one in the risky position because being under you I will not be able to lift you off my face and your weight on my chin will prevent my mouth from closing so if you have an accident I am on the receiving end. Second, try to relax as much as you can, otherwise your asshole will be closed tight and my tongue will not go in. Finally I will be able to cope, it has been a long time but it should be pleasurable for the both of us.'' He said putting a cushion under his head. 

She was already naked from the waist down. She turned around and lowered her ass on his face. He was moving his head from left to right to position his nose so that he could breathe through her crack. 

She looked at his pants and saw his erection. She was excited thinking about what she was going to do to him.

He started by kissing her asshole, then licking it to lubricate it, then he stuck his tongue out go in. She was tense; she took a deep breath and relaxed a little letting his tongue in.

''This is good, I like it a lot Bernie.'' 

She said thinking about the scat stories he had written and posted on the internet. It was very sensual to have his tongue caress her asshole like that. 

She took her phone out lifted herself a little:

''I will have your photo now.'' 

She told him after taking a few shots quite recognizable of him with his tongue in her asshole. 

He had thought that she was getting off him to use the toilet because he had felt a stool moving. To his surprise she sat back down on his mouth pressing harder on his chin.

''I have found out your secret identity Bernie and all those nasty scat stories you wrote so you will be my toilet.'' She told him.

He was startled, she knew of his stories that were reflections of his deepest desires. He was caught under her with his tongue being pushed out by a stool. He had no choice. 

''It worked as you can taste it. This is good I like it and I see that you like it too.''

She said unzipping his jeans, letting his erected penis out.

The taste was awful and when she lifted herself again to take photos of him eating her shit the smell hit him. He nearly puked but managed to keep it down.

''I love shitting in your mouth it is a grand feeling. We will do that a few times a week unless you prefer to have your photos on the internet and sent to everybody in your address book.''

She informed him as she was feeding him a third stool. She was feeling a lot better now.

''Lick me clean.'' She ordered.

He was feeling queasy.

''Hey we did it in twenty minutes'' She said as she was backing up on his face.

''Open up I need to pee.'' She said.

He caught most of it and drank it. It washed down the awful taste of her shit that he would have to get used to. 



Good Neighbors



It was already getting hot, the sun was in a clear sky, and the humidity not quite oppressive. I was getting the grass cut early in the day to avoid the promised sauna-like afternoon. We had moved into our brand new home a couple of years ago - nice neighborhood of mixed young and middle-aged working families, some with children, along with a few older retired couples like ourselves. Our neighbors on one side were a retired couple older than we - pleasant and helpful but with few outside interests. On the other side was a family of forty-something school teachers with two sons - maybe 14 and 17. They were an athletic-prone family. The husband was a phys-ed teacher/coach, the oldest son was into little league baseball, and the other son was a scratch golfer on the junior high team. I think the wife's father had been a golf club pro. She was an Art teacher but she obviously had been athletically active for most of her life. She had a strong, compact body which now was probably twenty-five pounds overweight - mostly in her tummy, bottom, and high-hipped love handles. I judged her to be about 45.

I was halfway through the lawn-mowing chore when Dana (the athletically inclined wife next door) came out to get her yard chores done early too. I had noticed that she did almost all the yard and garden work around their house. The husband pruned a tree once and one of the sons sometimes mowed the lawn - otherwise Dana did it all. Their yard was nicely landscaped and well cared for.

When she came out we waved and shouted friendly "Hi's". On the occasions when we both were working outside I sensed a mutual respect for one another's industry. Sometimes we'd stop and chat for a minute or two. This morning I went on cutting the grass. She seemed to be weeding, pruning, transplanting.

Just before I had finished the front yard and was ready to move to the back, Dana was struggling with a large container of lily plants. I shut down the mower and went to help. I offered in my friendly neighbor tone, "Wait a minute! Let me give you a lift. What do you want to do with this thing?"

"Oh! Thanks, Matt. I need to take it around back so I can clean it and replant it."

"It seems too heavy to just carry back there."

"Well, yeah, I thought I'd try to drag it back."

"I'll get my wheel barrow thing." I left and returned with my yard cart. We slid-lifted the container onto the cart and took it around back.

"Oh! Thanks. That was really heavy." As usual I studied her intently - hoping I was being discrete, but attracted by her pleasant charm and womanly features. Her facial skin had aged into premature wrinkles - probably from lots of sun exposure. Otherwise her face was average-attractive but totally absent of make-up. Her hair was thick, heavy, and mixed blond-gray. She always wore it the same - in a straight, long page boy to her shoulders with heavy bangs - sometimes held back with a ribbon. She went on, "You look really warm, would you like a cold beer or something?"

"Well, a glass of ice water would be good."

She went inside and came out a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. We sat down in a couple of lawn chairs in the shade of some pine trees. "Thanks very much - this really hits the spot." After a few sips, "I've seen you do some pretty heavy duty work in the yard but when you started moving that tub of lilies it just looked like too much to me."

"I guess it was. I didn't think it would be that heavy but we've had a lot of rain lately and the soil is saturated. Thanks for the help." After a few more sips, "You two have landscaped beautifully; I love your patio arrangement. I was kind of sorry to lose the vacant lot but you've more than made up for the loss."

"Thanks, but I'm just the grass cutter and dirt digger, Connie is the planter and nurturer. Are you the one who kept the grass on the vacant lot cut and the weeds subdued?"

"Mmmm hhmmm, well, the boys and I. Whenever they're not playing in a game or practicing, I have them do the grass mowing."

We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes. She talked mostly about the boys but very little about her husband. When he came up in the conversation she seemed to briefly "cloud over" and arranged for him to be dropped out. When we ranged into other subjects she again perked up and became more animated. I saw him around very little - he always seemed to be inside when she was out or off with one of the boys or just "off". A mystery. Oh, well. None of our lives are perfect.

Dana wanted to know where we'd come from and what we had done before retiring and what we did now. While we talked I appraised like the veteran girl-watcher that I am. Her facial complection was out of sync with the rest of her visible body. Her visible body was limited to arms, hands, and legs from ankle to mid-thigh, and they looked her age. She was wearing the type of workout garb she always seemed to wear. Perhaps once, I vaguely remembered, I had seen her leave the house in a long, ankle length shapeless gathered skirt and some kind of shapeless top.

Her work garb consisted of sport socks and boots; latex, mid-thigh work-out/warm-up tights; and a baggy matching t-shirt or baggy short-sleeved sweatshirt - depending on the weather. I didn't have to be a psych PhD to know that either Dana's hormones were heavily laced with tom-boy stuff OR she was hiding a body that wasn't up to her self-image standard. Probably both.

While I appraised I sensed that she too was appraising in a fashion. I was sensing an unusual, personal chemical reaction to Dana. I recognized the symptoms: I wanted to touch her, my throat felt a little tingly, and my groin felt faintly snuggly. What was the attraction? Well - her legs were well shaped and well toned although a little heavy, and the thighs looked strong, "comfortable" and full. Her hips and "love-handles" were fuller and higher than she probably would like and her breasts appeared to be very generous. As best I could tell they were the size of large grapefruits and moderately pendulant - they definitely were occupying a lot of space in her bulky t-shirt. Her tummy was pronounced - no flat abs here. In short, she wasn't a sexual object I would seek out, but her body was firm and well toned - not flabby. Even though her legs, thighs, and breasts were very appealing in an earthy sense, it was that other "certain something" to which I was really reacting. That certain something?

These strong, inexplicable, sexual reactions had been rare for me. I could remember only three of four in my lifetime. I've never known for sure if they are entirely self-generated or whether they were triggered by an exchange of chemistry or aura with the other person. However, in those I could remember, it later turned out the other person had felt similar, unexplainable attractions. Not all these women were notably beautiful, but all the attractions were notably sexual. Chemistry? Pherimones?

Well. I had work to do. And I knew this "reaction" wasn't likely to go anywhere so I would be wise to suppress it. "Dana, thanks for the life-saving water. I'd better get back to my grass." For a moment I had a feeling Dana had sensed my overlong appraisal of her thighs and breasts. I hoped I hadn't offended her.

Dana had a questioning look in her eyes, as though she wasn't quite ready to end our little interlude. But then, "Right! Me too." So off we went - back to our chores.

The next time we were working at the same time outside was just a few days later. In the hottest part of the summer I have to cut my Florida grass every four days. This time Dana was also cutting grass. In a fit of neighborly sociability I went inside and made some Gatorade. Connie was grocery shopping. I took the decanter and a couple of glasses out to our patio table and hailed Dana. She came around into our back yard and we sat down for a refreshing respite.

"Oh! This hits the spot. What is it?" She seemed to be in a good mood and more at ease than when we last had sat down together. We had chatted "over the fence" frequently and developed a relatively warm friendship since the tub-moving and ice water episode.

"Powdered Gatorade. You mix as much as you need. I put it in my water bottle when I play tennis in the summer time. Otherwise I'd run out of electrolytes." I sensed that I felt nicely comfortable being with her.

Dana was wearing her usual garb except her t-shirt seemed a little tighter and thinner today. I tried not to pay attention to the compelling volume and shape of her breasts or the slight bulging under the T-shirt at the top of her bra where her breasts were trying to pour out of its snugness. We talked about our athletic prowess and laughed at my confessions of tennis booboo's and total lack of golf skill. Once when we laughed, Dana put her hand on my arm and squeezed briefly. That certainly got my attention. I was getting those tinglings in my throat again - and the hint of cuddliness in the groin area. I was definitely attracted to her breasts and thought her upper thighs might be softly magnificent if I could ever see them without the mid-thigh warm-up tights; but, although physical attractions usually got my attention, I had never had these tingly feelings unless something else was in the air. Even though few people would call Dana "attractive", she was pleasant looking. And she was very well endowed with the ancient personifications of fertility, of "sexual mother/female" characteristics.

A few moments later I made a humorous comment about a local politician who lived on our street and touched Dana's arm as I laughed at my own joke. Before I could withdraw my hand she covered it lightly with hers - and we made eye contact. The eye contact seemed to have nothing to do with our laughing - it was something to do with the touch.

We both sensed an increase in the element of tension when Dana lightly squeezed my hand. Finally she broke the spell when she removed her hand and said, "I think I'd better get back to work." Our eyes were still locked. She almost looked like she was trying to send a message - or maybe she was looking for a sign or reaction from me. I wondered if I was sensing more complication than actually existed. Perhaps.

I took my hand away, "Me too, but I was enjoying our... little time together." Oh, oh! That slipped out. I hoped I hadn't been too forward.

"I was too... but... It's just that..." Our eyes were exchanging questioning messages again.

I interrupted, "You're right..., we need to get our chores done." Our real feelings weren't being articulated - probably just as well.

We returned to our chores. I didn't know whether she was offended or flattered by my attention, but the hand-touching and strange parting dialogue would suggest the latter.

A week or so went by without occasion for me to tease myself with little "Dana moments". Dana and Connie both liked gardening and exchanged plants and advice from time to time, and the two of us would stop and chat for a while whenever we each were working outside; but it wasn't until Dana and her husband bought their oldest son his first car that the next "Dana Moment" occurred. I joined the two of them in their driveway to "appraise and marvel". Dana's husband was cleaning up the car while Dana watched and I kidded around with the two of them. I was standing beside Dana and, in reaction to a humorous comment, put an arm around her shoulder and briefly hugged her to my side. She offered no resistance and covered my hand on her shoulder with hers for a moment. We exchanged eye contact. I knew I had used the "moment" as an excuse to hug her, but afterwards wondered if I'd been a bit too familiar under the circumstances. After all, I still had seen no clear sign that Dana shared my mysterious sense of chemistry. On the other hand... she had touched my hand and held it in place for a few moments.

A few days later Connie had gone to a luncheon meeting in Orlando to be followed by shopping and dinner with a friend. I spotted Dana working outside again. For a while I simply stood at the window and watched - mostly her breasts and legs and thighs - because today her work garb was very out of the ordinary. She was wearing a white jersey tank top and a pair of white short shorts. The shorts looked like they had fit her comfortably at a younger, slimmer time in her life - so now they were snug and shorter! They didn't quite cover the bottom crease of her tush. Her thighs were strong and full and swelled to meet the generous bum and hips. Her breasts were well defined and decidedly generous in their pendulance. For some reason the bra wasn't keeping them from swaying when she moved about and they didn't seem to be bulging out at the top. I was in awe.

I concluded it must be time to cut my grass again so I put on some work clothes. I selected a pair of very short (and now too small) jersey knit shorts left over from racquetball days because 'I thought they would be cooler' to work in. Keeping cool was probably also why I decided not to wear undershorts. Oh my! I was fantasizing.

I had barely moved the lawn mower out of the garage when Dana waved and called out, "Can't neglect the landscaping!" Had she been watching for me? Then she seemed to invite me over with, "Am I doing this right?" I wondered if she was simply being friendly because I knew she needed no gardening advice about pruning shrubbery, at least not from me.

I replied with a light-hearted, "Hey! I'm not the gardening expert in this house." I walked over to her, "I saw you out here working and knew I shouldn't let the grass get too long - so your diligence shook me loose and here I am." Her smile was engaging and her eyes seemed to be looking for an answer to a question that hadn't been asked.

"I need to trim these shrubs. If Connie is coming out to work a little maybe she can give me some guidance."

"Connie's not home." At this disclosure Dana's eyes and facial expression seemed to brighten, to be more interested.

"Oh. I guess I'll just do it the way I always have then." Spoken almost as though the subject hadn't been important in the first place, as though other things were on her mind.

"I'm always surprised at how warm it is when I come out to work," a general comment to move our conversation forward. What was on my mind hadn't changed at all, and my eyes were busy roving from legs to breasts to thighs and back to her eyes. As my eyes roved I tried to be discrete but the newly exposed thighs and promising bit of cleavage above the neckline of the tank top were inspiring.

She looked down at her outfit in self-appraisal and said, "Whew, yeah. I just couldn't bear putting on my regular work clothes today." She obviously had been watching my eyes.

I felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Though a little distracted I managed to come up with, "You look much cooler than you usually do."

"Well, I'm no bathing beauty... I feel more comfortable covered up, but today just seemed so warm." Her voice lowered then and became a little more intimate when she asked, "Do you think these shorts are... you know, too short?" She tugged in a token effort to cover more of her thighs and derriere - without success. The sudden intimacy reminded me of the little moment of hugging a few days ago. She had felt so good being so close.

My voice lowered as well when I answered, "Gosh no... you look good - and everything is... properly covered. Actually, you look very terrific. These clothes are more flattering than your usual work things."

"You're just being nice." She looked almost shy for a moment.

"Well, no, uh, yeah! Well,... you know, but maybe I'm being a little too bold." I thought I'd better relieve the building tension - give her a little space if she wanted it.

"Mm, maybe a little bold... but nice." She smirked a little and her eyes flirted, "Like I said, I'm definitely no bathing beauty."

"Dana, you... you're attractive." I was in uncharted territory, "You look so..." I hoped she wouldn't be offended, my open mouth was doing it again.

"So... what?" Almost a whisper.

"So... feminine."

"Maaattt... I..."

"I've said too much... I think I've made you uncomfortable."

Dana squeezed my arm, "No... Thank you... that was very nice. I don't often hear things like that."

Our lowered, more intimate voice level seemed to change the way we were relating to one another. When peoples' voices are at normal or higher pitch and the attitude or facade displayed is upbeat, the effect is to keep one another at a social "arms length". Candor and intimacy are thus avoided. On the other hand, it seemed that her introduction of the lowered voice and a subject of relative candor created an intimacy between us.

Continuing with the softened, intimate voice I said, "Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn't getting the grass cut. I guess I can't avoid it indefinitely." I touched her arm, "But... if you need help with anything,... you know, anything at all, call out." I was slow to move away, hoping she'd stop me I suppose.

"Thanks.... Uhh," she took a half-step closer to me and caught my hand as I was withdrawing it, "... do you have to get started... right away? I have some iced tea made - how about a glass before we go back to work?" She sounded as though she weren't quite ready to return to her chore either... and she had moved so close. Pheromones?

I hesitated demurely. I liked Dana very much and preferred ogling and flirting, which I had really come out for, to cutting grass - and this new intimacy felt nice, really nice! "Sure, I'd like some." I was getting that warm, cuddly feeling toward her. The soft voices, the closeness, and bit of touching made me feel huggy-feely - feeding my little fantasy that Dana might have similar urges. I squeezed her hand. She was so close it seemed like our bodies were exchanging sexual energy... and the tips of her breasts were just inches away... I imagined tiny bolts of electricity shooting into me from her nipples, going through my body and shooting back at her through the growing member in my cuddly groin. I was ignoring the inner voice of caution.

"Why don't we go in out of the sun?" She squeezed back and tugged lightly to start us toward the back of her house. Our touchings and squeezings added a rich dimension of unspoken, intimate meaning to the closeness and lowered voices. I followed - watching her significant derriere shift back and forth, and peeking at the creases and curves of her exposed bottom cheeks as they shifted below the edge of the short shorts. Surprisingly, she had only a little cellulite in those generous upper thighs. When we were around at the side of the house she took my hand again - kind of playfully leading me to the back entrance for a moment before she reached for the door handle. My feeling of connection was growing quickly.

No one seemed to be home. Dana guided us into the family room and answered my unexpressed question, "Jay and the boys are in Jacksonville at a baseball playoff. They'll be eating supper up there." She put her hand on my shoulder and kind of stroked it momentarily suggesting, "Why don't you relax on the sofa while I get the tea."

"Um hmm." As we began to part her hand slid from my shoulder and down my arm. I caught her hand at the end of the slide to give it a little squeeze commenting, "So you've got the day to yourself. Do you enjoy a quiet day alone once in a while? I know I do - Connie too. She's in Orlando for the day so I'm also having a day to myself."

She looked at me with a warm smile when I squeezed and then she raised an eyebrow when I mentioned that Connie was in Orlando. She turned toward the kitchen as she replied, "I always try to enjoy personal time... I get so little of it." I took a seat in the middle of the sofa.

She got the things from the kitchen, set the glasses on the coffee table and poured the tea before sitting down. When she leaned over to pour, her considerable breasts hung down to test her bra and tank top - the bra seemed more loosely fastened today and just barely handled its job. The view of pendulant cleavage was breathtaking. She caught me looking. With a mischievous smirk, "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Men" was all she said.




Good Neighbors



In a near whisper, "Oops! Guilty." I acted more embarrassed than I was. The intimacy of our lowered voices continued.

She giggled quietly, "I suppose I should be more careful in this tank top."

I spoke very quietly and, though trying not to be crude, ventured, "Mmmm, glad you weren't... I just couldn't take my eyes away." I looked up into her eyes and put my fingers over my lips to let Dana know I thought I might have said too much. I wondered if my eyes were divulging the growing affectionate lust I was feeling.

Softly but cutely reproving, "You're a devil!" She stroked my shoulder momentarily, a seeming warm overture.

This trend of conversation between two neighbors seemed unusually intimate, pleasantly warm, and with no others around, quite flirtatious - particularly when she made light of my ogling - and her hand on my shoulder seemed almost to be an approval of my overt 'girl watching'. She became even more flirtatious when she bent very low again to put a little napkin next to my glass and said softly, "Oh, my! Am I being nice to you again? I'm so bad." She remained bent over in front of me for several moments, folding the napkins in triangles. The pendulent sway of her hanging breasts was mesmerizing. Was she teasing?

I whispered, "I'm being bad again too." And then added, "At least you can tell I'm serious... about your being attractive and... very feminine." I smiled carefully but warmly.

Still arranging the napkins and glasses, "You're forgiven." She smiled - also warmly - with an eyebrow raised. "I haven't been flattered like this in a long time." She finally straightened up. "I almost feel that I should find something else to put on the coffee table." Her teasing was good natured, and because she prolonged my access to the lovely view, it also seemed quite suggestive.

"You also have attractive legs... especially in these shorts."

"Now I think you're really flirting!" The words were reproving but the voice and tone were soft and cute, "At least just a bit." Another quiet giggle and our eyes locked. I wondered if I was only imagining the look of affectionate questioning in her eyes.

"Hmm! I suppose. Sometimes my private thoughts spill out of my open mouth." I tried to look cutely boyish and went on, "I often suppress the urge to openly flirt with you when we're outside working and talking."

"Maaattt, you are a devil." Dana played along with a look of school marm reproval and then warmly stroked my shoulder for a moment and confessed, "Secretly I think I may be flirting a little too." Her smile and raised eyebrow were cutely warm. I covered her hand on my shoulder with mine. Our eyes locked again and seemed to be testing for feelings when she teased, "I suppose I should be wondering what other thoughts you're having that haven't spilled out." I thought that too was a wee bit suggestive. I added to the flirting exchange with pursed lips and a tiny air kiss. She responded with a wrinkle and twitch of her nose and a squeeze of my shoulder.

"I don't think I'd better spill any more private thoughts." The teasing, suggestive repartee' subsided for the moment, but the sexual tension remained high when she sat on the sofa on the cushion next to mine. It was a big sofa and we were sitting together in the middle of it. There seemed to be no way I could avoid enjoying the movement of her breasts during the process and a further discrete ogling of her legs and thighs as she sat and got comfortable. When I looked back up to her eyes I found her watching me. She acknowledged that she knew I was still ogling by letting a shy, warm smile send me an 'I'm-enjoying-the-flattery' approval message.

After that silent little exchange she turned sideways toward me and brought one knee up on the couch with an arm resting along the back of the sofa. This seemed to increase the sense of intimacy and, in view of my obvious ogling, it seemed as though she were consciously offering me more to enjoy. Those thoughts brought a twinge to my groin. I turned and took the same position facing her. Now my arm also was resting along the back and "innocently" nestled next to hers. Our knees were nearly touching. Her thighs looked soft and luscious and I couldn't seem to avoid looking at them. I was particularly drawn to the apparent softness at the edge of her shorts near her groin where the skin looked very white, smooth and inviting and where the short shorts failed to hide a glimpse of Dana's panty-covered mons in shadow. A few stray pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of her panty - no bikini trim here.

From her eye language and body language I knew she was aware that my eyes were still roving and probably what they were enjoying, but she made no move to cover herself. Instead she fiddled with the edge of her shorts and said, "These shorts are pretty snug, aren't they?"

I decided to flirtatiously hint at the way I was feeling, "You look terrific in them. Your legs and thighs are very attractive," I teased, "so your shorts are a special treat."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... such a lecher." She smiled cutely and lightly slapped my knee, "Pretty soon you'll have me thinking I'm a sex kitten." I sensed that we each were enjoying this developing adventure.

"Meeooow!"

"Maaatt!" Another slap. We were into flirting repartee' again.

The attraction chemistry thing was surging in me and I sensed subtle changes in her body movements - they were becoming very feminine, slow and kind of sultry. She occasionally stroked her leg and fiddled with her bra straps. She seemed to be kind of preening. When she leaned over for her tea again I made no attempt to disguise my pleasure at the lovely presentation. She smiled softly and her voice was intimate, "This tank top isn't doing its job, is it?" And she did nothing to restrict my view.

"I think it's doing beautifully... I... your... " I sighed, looked at her eyes, and boldly returned my gaze to her lovely display. I sent another little air kiss, this time obviously directed to her gorgeous breasts.

She smiled warmly at the gesture and very softly encouraged, "What? What were you going to say?"

I looked up again, "Your... your... Dana, I...."

Breathily soft, "Matt,... it's OK... whaaat?"

"Your breasts are so very beautiful... I... I can't look away." I felt a little trapped, but somehow was compelled to go on, "I've always admired your very... womanly, feminine figure, but today your breasts seem especially soft... and even more lovely. Very pleasing to look at, and... now I have said too much."

Dana's arm moved to nestle more closely with mine on the seat back and her other hand stroked my knee, "It's alright." She reached and took my other hand. The gestures seemed more than affectionate. She went on to explain softly, "Because of the tank top, I loosened my bra straps this morning.... I usually wear my bra much tighter than this, but in the tank top it just didn't look right. It pushed me together and made me kind of... bulge out over the top of the bra." This easy sharing of a feminine intimacy was a sensually warm and engaging overture. Our emotional blending was palpable, drawing us in.

I sensed that the affectionate candor was creating a sensual envelope around us and ventured quietly, "They're so very beautiful... so full and softly feminine... I'm very drawn to them." She was still holding my hand and I drew her hand to my lips and kissed it. Her hand on the seat back squeezed my arm.

Dana touched my cheek, "You're sweet,... the straps still feel a little tight." She took both hands away to fiddle with the bra straps, loosening them a bit more and then jiggling the cups and their occupants to resettle them. "... There, that feels more comfortable. Do you think they still look... alright?" She sat up straight and pulled the tank top taught. The effect was stunning. Dana was teasing and exciting me, and probably herself, with this warm, personal intimacy and saucy pose. Our flirting was becoming more serious, drawing us closer and closer.

My voice was quiet and intimate, "Absolutely beautiful, lovely."

"Do you think they... hang down too much?"

"Dana! Your breasts are wonderfully full. They're gorgeous. They would be softly beautiful with no bra at all."

Her voice too was low and soft, "Sometimes I think they're... a little much." I nodded my head from side to side and sent her an air kiss to let her know they were a "little much" of wonderful. She reached for my hand again and went on, "I was a cocktail waitress during college and... when I wore... Oh, God, I shouldn't tell you that..."

Voices still muted and becoming amorous, "Tell me anyway."

Acting cutely coquettish, "Well... I've always been... you know... full breasted... and when I wore a loose bra, or no bra... and a low cut top... I got really great tips serving drinks."

Enjoying the humor, "I can understand that perfectly.... Bending over to take the order... and again to put the napkins down and serve the drinks. So you always wore low tops?"

"Uh hunh."

Squeezing her hand affectionately, "Then you probably know how I'm feeling... right about now."

Being cute again, "I hope I... I hope I'm not..."

I interrupted, "Mm mmm, you're just very feminine... and I'm enjoying tea with a very attractive lady." She squeezed back in sweet acceptance and her other arm rejoined mine on the sofa back with an affectionate little rub up and down.

For a short while we tried to act as though the chemistry didn't exist, that these intimate conversations weren't taking place, that she hadn't provocatively adjusted her undergarment, that we weren't holding hands and that nothing sensual was happening - kind of like it would all go away. We occasionally sipped our tea absent-mindedly and tried to chat quietly about little things - yard work, likes and dislikes, the neighborhood - but my feelings were growing more intense. As we chatted she reached to pat my arm to emphasize a comment a couple of times, and once she patted my thigh. When her hand was on my thigh I lightly stroked it. She turned her hand over and we were holding hands again. We looked at each other in acknowledgment and continued to hold hands while the chatting went on. The chatting became disconnected from the more important hand-holding. The sweet tension grew. I felt changes in my groin - an urgency, movement, a coming alive.

Each time Dana now reached for her tea her movements were slower, more feminine and enticing. There was a wonderfully more generous display of pendulant breasts separated by a deep valley. The loosened straps were letting much more of her lovely breasts tease me. A soft moan of appreciation escaped my lips, "Oh, Dana, that's so beautiful."

She smiled with warm understanding and whispered, "Have I loosened them... too much?... Should I snug them up... just a little?" She playfully moved her shoulders to sway the lovely melons - ostensibly as a "test" but obviously intended to be playful. Still leaning forward, she again fiddled with the bra cups to resettle the occupants. They quivered and jiggled. Dana was inviting me to look and enjoy and, without misgiving, I did.

Still gazing down at her lovely display, I hesitated and then ventured quietly, "Please don't. Your breasts are gorgeous just as they are.... And the valley between is so deep and inviting."

"Maaattt, Sweet,..." She stroked my thigh and my eyes returned to meet with hers. It seemed clear that her sexual temperature was rising along with mine.

"... Dana... I... maybe you should. I'm being too forward." I covered her hand with mine to welcome her touch.

"No, you're not.... You're letting me enjoy a little teasing and flirting,... and you're making me feel sexy! A feeling I've been missing for a long time." She sat back up, jiggled the straps a bit, and again pulled down on the tank top to make it taut over her generous bosom. The nipples had become stiffly prominent. Then she posed, thrusting them out for a moment, and sent me an air kiss. She sighed intimately, "I'll leave it loose. My breasts feel more comfortable like this... when my bra is less tight... or when I'm not wearing one. And,... I shouldn't say this...but, when I see you looking at them and enjoying them, it makes me... feel good. I like it."

She relaxed and our knees touched. She then inched closer so that her knee slightly overlapped mine, enriching the sense of intimacy. We were very close together in the middle of a large sofa and I acknowledged her intimate overture by softly stroking her knee. She seemed to welcome my hand. Sexual energy was flowing between us everywhere our bodies touched. My hand affectionately remained to caress and stroke her knee and then a little further up the inside of her thigh. She briefly massaged my hand and arm, stroking them upward toward her tummy, in tacit approval of their intimate adventure. I found the smooth, warm, baby skin of her upper thigh very near the crotch of her shorts. My breathing began to quicken when she gently squeezed my hand.

I was becoming very aroused and my groin felt like the center of my energy. My sensual urges grew more intense each time she languidly stroked my hand on her thigh. The growth I had felt in my shorts now was increasing so quickly I could feel it inching down along my thigh and pushing my shorts out of its way. How I was feeling was becoming obvious to her. She watched my eyes as they followed her hand during one of her languid strokes down my arm, and then, when she noticed the obvious growth in the leg of my shorts, her hand found my thigh and began to stroke upward, openly staring at my growing display.

The lengthening excitement down my leg continued to stretch the jersey material and her eyes repeatedly returned to appraise the progress. Our eyes met frequently in some kind of silent understanding of what was happening. Finally, smiling down at my bulging shorts, Dana cutely remarked, "I think you're feeling a little sexy too." She gently lifted my adventuring hand to kiss it approvingly, and surprised me with a soft, breathy, "Matt, please excuse me for a moment. These shorts are so snug... and this bra... I'll be right back. OK?"

Soft voiced, "Of course, 'OK'... but... you look so beautiful." I gently squeezed her hand for emphasis and took a deep breath, afraid to break the spell, and leaned over to softly kiss her cheek. It was a sensual impulse, an affectionate overture.

Breathily she signaled acceptance with a soft, "Maattt," and a brush of her lips on my cheek.

I gasped in a whisper, " I... it's just... happening."

Softly, "I know.... For me too." She squeezed my hand and placed it back on the softness of her thigh. She stroked that arm and hand, encouraging me to enjoy the intimacy. Almost without thought, my hand stroked and caressed the underside of her thigh, touching the bottom of the cheek of her derriere, and then in the intimate warmth under the leg of her shorts near her panty covered mons. Our eyes were alternately sharing lustful gazes or looking hungrily where our hands were stroking. Finally she began to rise. Her hand caressed wonderfully close to my rigid excitement - ostensibly to brace herself while getting up. The intimately familiar move brought her lovely breasts closer. She went on, "I'll try to find something at least as... cool, but maybe... less confining." She then leaned further to kiss my cheek and her finger tips squeezed my corona! I felt my penis surge. When she leaned back she dragged her hand in a caress of my thigh and my knee. Our intimacy and stroking thrilled me.

To clearly acknowledge her sensual flirting and the intimacy of her kiss I sent her an air kiss and caressed her hand on my knee, softly replying, "I'm enjoying tea with a very attractive lady." Then, without forethought, I lightly grasped her hand and tugged her toward me until our lips touched. Dana moved back to me smoothly. We kissed for the first time. At first our lips were soft but closed. The kiss lasted for several moments and tips of tongues ventured forth to touch and test. My pulse was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I couldn't believe the sweetness I felt in our kiss. I was thrilled when her lips met mine softly and, when her tongue tip dared to meet mine, I was in a state of lusting swoon.

Dana seemed to be as consumed by the moment as I was. She breathed on my lips, "Oooh, Matt." She added to the intimacy when she put her hands on my shoulders to brace herself as she resumed her rise from the couch. "I won't be long... I promise." Her lovely breasts now were hanging loosely voluptuous, barely inches from my lips. The view was hypnotic. An irresistible surge went through me. This was no longer tea time and I was suffering sweet urgency in my excited loins. I put my hands on Dana's sides under her arms, nearly cupping the sides of her soft melons, and gently urged her body closer to me. With her hands still on my shoulders she moved the few inches without resistence and let me nuzzle in her wonderful valley and lightly kiss the rising full, round inside of a soft breast. She moaned, "Uhnn, Sweetheart," and moved a hand to the back of my head to hold my lips on her luscious bosom. "I'm glad you like my breasts. They're very sensitive." I breathed in her clean, heady, unique scent and, for a moment, became sweetly lost in the sexuality of her breast against my lips.

I was amazed that I had been so open with my feelings and murmured, "Oh,... Dana...", my lips still touching her and my hands now gently cupping her breasts to press them against my cheeks.

"Its alright.... I won't be long. Can you stay a while?" Her hand was still holding me against her fullness.

"Of course... yes...," and I nuzzled once more before kissing the other breast. Finally she began pulling away. When she was standing before me she was slow to leave and sent me an affection-laden air kiss.

I returned the kiss and my hands affectionately caressed down her sides from the side of her breasts, over her hips and down the sides of her thighs. She touched my cheek approvingly and I couldn't resist leaning forward a bit to kiss the curve of an inner thigh at the edge of her shorts - so close in front of me. Both my hands were now feeling and caressing the warmth of the thighs near the edge of her shorts and then around behind her and under her shorts to cup the round cheeks of her panty covered bum. Leaning helpfully closer she sighed, "Uhhnn, Maaattt,... I'll be right back." I hugged her to me.

Just as she turned to go I looked down to see how noticeable my growth was. I was making a huge bulge in my shorts. Not only was the shape of my stiffening penis well defined in the jersey, but the pink tip her fingers had touched had peeked beyond the edge of my shorts. When I looked up, Dana was intently enjoying the view. She smiled affectionately, raised an eyebrow and said, "Mm, look at you!" She looked back at my groin, sent one more air kiss clearly directed at my penis, and left the room saying, "Hold that thought."

That thought was thrilling me, but thoughts of guilt and misgiving also swirled through my head. Perhaps I should cut the tea-time short to avoid further intimacy. But I was caught up in the lure of my own urgency and pushed the misgivings out of my mind. It was exciting and compelling to have these strong feelings for someone whom I liked and who seemed to feel the same about me. I heard water running. I adjusted my penis - out of the pant leg and up against my tummy.

Dana returned just a few minutes later. She was walking slowly - as though inviting me to appraise. And I did... and she looked so inviting I could feel my half-hard penis come back to life. Her movements were sensual and invitational as she approached the sofa. Her hips were swaying a bit more and her pelvis seemed to undulate femininely forward with each sway. Her beautiful breasts responded to the body movements - lazily swaying and rolling luxuriantly.




Good Neighbors



In awe I rose from the sofa sighing, "Oohh, Danaaa...!"

Almost shyly, but sweetly holding her shoulders back and fluffing a tiny tennis skirt, she seemed to pose as she quietly responded, "Do I look... alright?"

I held my hand out and in a near whisper confessed, "You look so very beautiful." She took my hand and stepped close to me so that our bodies were lightly, teasingly brushing together. Our lips met softly and tongues danced invitingly. When our lips parted our eyes exchanged intimate confessions. I let go her hand and put my arms around her. With her arms around my neck our bodies blended and our groins urgently squirmed together in sensual confession. The next kiss lasted... and lasted and my stiff penis poked into her round tummy. When the kiss ended and we began to move apart, our eyes exchanged silent messages of sensual hunger and a tacit anticipation of the romantic adventure that was unfolding. We held and squeezed hands for a moment and, finally, I helped her to the sofa.

My now stiff erection was still up against my tummy. But I reflected on how I had enjoyed the feeling earlier of letting Dana see her effect on me so, before sitting down, I pushed it back down the leg of my shorts where it had been before. We had become comfortable with our intimacies and I made no effort to conceal what I was doing. In a soft voice Dana teased, "Is something crowding your shorts?" She looked openly at my bulge.

I smiled, "Just a little."

She bent toward me kissing my cheek, "It's more than 'just a little'... and I like doing that to you."

"And I like you doing this to me." We snuggled closer.

She was speaking so quietly, so intimately that it was almost a breathy whisper. She looked down at my groin and held the appraising gaze for a moment before her eyes lifted to mine with a faint smile. She teased flirtily, "I'm glad you think I still look... OK." She posed for a moment. I openly ogled - she definitely looked "very OK". The way I was feeling, she looked very irresistible - her earthy, sexual womanhood was luring me.

I kept my voice low and intimate to honor our mood, "Mmmm, you look very 'OK' - very feminine... and even more lovely. I feel like a seedy bum in my work rags." As delicately as possible I squirmed in my shorts a bit and tugged at the left leg... trying to accommodate my engorging penis. The pink tip had pushed even further beyond the edge of my shorts than it had earlier.

She cutely teased with sweet acceptance, "Your shorts seem to be getting shorter... and shorter." Her hand was on my thigh, stroking teasingly very near the tip of my penis.

"Maybe I should get something else to wear."

Softly, almost whispering, "Please don't," and her fingers lightly teased the excited pink tip and then caressed my cheek. We kissed softly and her hand returned to my excited erection. It twitched and swelled further in response to her touch. Her voice became breathless on my lips, "You look... and feel...wonderful... just the way you are." Her hand slid under my shorts to stroke my length for the first time. I twitched.

It was like a mini-transformation. She had removed the ribbon tie-back from her hair to fluff it out and, by the prominence of her nipples and the way the jersey material was clinging to her jiggling, swaying, beautifully natural breasts, it was clear that she was braless. And she obviously had changed tank tops because the neckline now swooped very low and offered an inspiring view of most of the deep valley between her magnificent melons and half of the swell of each lush mound. The adventurer poking out of my shorts had predictably responded to the cute little, white, pleated tennis skirt that had replaced her short shorts. The socks and tennis shoes were gone too. She was wearing flattering thin leather thong sandals. For the first time I could see her ankles - they were attractively slim. Her knees and calves and ankles were beautifully sculpted.

Her voice was quiet and warm, "You look... appealing in these shorts... and a man in ruddy work clothes is attractive." Her eyes dropped to the brazen pink penis in her hand, lingered a moment and returned to mine. She sighed, "Very attractive." Her fingers surrounded my glans. My penis was straining for complete release and jerked uncontrollably as her fingertips teased the ridge of my corona and the underside of my glans.

I whispered, "That feels wonderful."

We had settled on the couch so that Dana's hip was touching my knee. She looked soft and opulent and sexy. Because of the skirt, she didn't sit fully sideways with a knee up, but rather with her legs together. Lifting the skirt hem momentarily, she crossed her legs in such a way that she allowed me a glimpse of the "vee" where her groin met her legs. It seemed darker than the white-pantied mons I had ogled earlier. The thigh touching me was temptingly exposed all the way to her hip. I loved her short skirt.

I put my arms gently around her, caressing and enveloping. She accepted with an arm around my shoulder and a hand behind my head. We kissed lushly. Her lips yielded softly and opened to continue our adventure. The moment lasted... and lasted. Her lips and tongue were sweet. Our breathing quickened. Our feelings and desires deepened with sweet urgency.

Our lips parted slowly and came back for brief touches accompanied by sighs and tiny moans. I let her go when she moved to get more comfortably settled but our eyes never left one another. She leaned back against the couch - arching her back a little and displaying her generous breasts in a beautiful presentation. She teased and tempted when she sighed, "My breasts are much more comfortable now... without the bra." My groin ached as I watched her gently cup her hands under the lovely offerings to temptingly lift, squeeze and resettle them. "I hope they look alright."

I ventured, "They're very beautiful... so feminine."

"Thank you." She stroked them. They hung more loosely and lower now than they had in the bra. They were quite pendulant but well shaped and roundly full. This jersey tank top was thinner with a lower scooping neck line and was barely opaque. Her nipples were just slightly below center and a bit to the side. They now were very saucy and flirty and I could distinguish a hint of the darker, large, oval areolae surrounding them. Absent the fabric of the bra, the jersey material clung to the natural contours of Dana's body. The curves of her breasts had become alive and real. The jersey top was straining.

The temptation was too great. I looked in her eyes, moved my lips close to her breasts and whispered, "May I?"

"Mm hmm."

I slid my hand up her side until it cradled a soft melon. My lips found the sweet flesh just at the edge of the fabric of her top. I kissed and nuzzled and nibbled into the wondrously deep valley, gently squeezing and lifting her luscious breast against my cheek. I pinched her nipple, sucked and nibbled it through the fabric and finally rose toward her lips. We kissed again and our mouths were lush and open and our tongues touched and danced. We were breathless with excitement and our hands busily caressed over hips and thighs. She admired my excited penis and thrilled me when she stroked it and lightly grasped and teased the tip. I moaned softly.

She whispered, "Am I touching you... too much?"

"I love your touch." My lips brushed her neck and ear to gently reassure. My hand caressed the side of her breast and stroked down over her hip to caress her thigh. She fluffed her skirt out covering my hand to invite my caresses under it and, because the tennis skirt was so short, when she lifted it she offered me a longer peek at the rest of her hips, the crease of her groin, and the dark area of her lower tummy. The glimpse was inspiring - she had taken off her panties! I looked up at her eyes. They were warmly inviting. She pursed her lips and sent me a sultry air kiss - to confess the level of her excitement. I said intimately, "The tennis skirt is very... attractive on you. You look beautifully... feminine... very beautifully feminine." My hand caressed high under her skirt, up over her naked tummy and hip and down her thigh and leg. "And you feel wonderfully feminine."

Her voice was quiet and breathy, "Thank you... I'm feeling... very feminine.... And this skirt is much more... comfortable than the shorts... especially without my panties." Her eyes dropped to my crotch again, "You're looking... beautifully... masculine... and you twitch in my fingers... when you feel up under my skirt... especially between my legs near... you know."

My voice was husky, a little shaky, "As you can tell, I'm feeling... more and more... masculine... and you're feeling more and more feminine... so wonderful without your panties."

Dana's hand stroked my thigh for a moment and then up under my pant leg to take my penis fully in her fingers. She whispered, "Your masculinity is really very attractive." She squeezed and gently stroked, "When we first kissed when I came back, I could feel you... poking into my tummy. I liked the way it felt."

I stammered, "Dana, your sweet touches are making my... masculinity... feel wonderful."

She moaned quietly, "Mmmmm, it is wonderful,... wonderfully stiff and warm,... and I'm feeling very much like you are." We slowly, caressingly moved even closer together. I returned to squeeze and love a wondrous breast and Dana murmured on my lips, "Uhhnnn, that feels so nice."

I agreed with her softly, "Mmmm,... so very nice." I kneaded and caressed her luscious softness and rolled the nipple gently whispering, "Your breasts are beautiful."

She whispered - still with lips touching, "Maarrrkk... I can't believe... this is happening," and she pushed the tank top strap down, slipped her arm out, and sighed, "Lift my breast out, Darling,... please." I nearly swooned when my hand pleasured in the soft, lush warmth of the smooth skin. My fingers found her nipple again and teased. She moaned, "Uhnnn... Your hands on me feel wonderful."

I caressed around the wondrous globe, lifted it and squeezed and stroked. My hand couldn't contain it and so I squeezed and caressed with both hands. With my hands encircling the sweet breast, my lips returned to her areola and nipple to gently pinch and tease and suck.

Her voice was faint, "You can squeeze and pinch a little harder... if you like." When I had sucked her nipple into a large, puckered bud, she raised my head to kiss me and suck on my tongue. "Mmmm... when you caress... and suck on me...."

With lips always touching, "Dana... I'm so hungry for you... so very hungry..."

She sighed and interrupted, "I know... your penis is big and hard." Her hand returned and her fingers gently took hold of my corona and softly squeezed and caressed. "It makes me want to... take my clothes off."

"You're beautiful... without so many clothes... your breasts... and your tummy and thighs."

Dana was sighing and quietly gasping as well. "Oh, God... I love the way your penis feels...," and opened her lips for a soft, wet kiss. She continued with light feather-touches and began to cuddle closer to me. I moved my knee to accommodate her. She raised up for a moment to move her skirt out from under her. It bunched a little behind her and covered considerably less. She whispered, "Do I look alright... without my panties." She was enticing me with a lovely view of most of her hips and generous thighs and the sweet vee of her groin.

"So very lovely." Her lower tummy boasted a heavy patch of thick pubic hair - the darkness I had seen. I couldn't see her vulva because her legs were still crossed, but she made no effort to cover up. It was clear that each further exposure increased her sexual excitement. She was certainly increasing mine. Her hand moved higher under my shorts and fondled the full length of my eager, expectant penis.

I whispered, "Your caresses feel wonderful.... I'm so hard and my shorts are so tight.... Help me take them off."

Dana breathed, "Oh, Maarrk... uhhnn... Mm hmm...." I stood up in front of her bracing with my hands on her shoulders. She uncrossed her legs so I could stand closer to her and then carefully eased the waistband over my stiffness and uttered a moaning sigh, "Uhhnnn... so beautiful," when it sprang free. It stiffened and twitched when I looked at Dana's now-revealed vulva. She moaned excitedly, "It's pointing straight out at me!" Humming, she stripped my shorts below my knees. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Before I could sit down Dana cupped my scrotum gently with one hand and stroked my hardness with the other. I felt a deep surge of affection when she leaned forward and sweetly sucked my corona through her lips, let it pop out and kissed it. With my hands caressing her cheeks I sent her a sensual air kiss before sitting down close to her and taking her in my arms.

On her lips I whispered, "Your kiss was tender... and I love the feeling of your hands... and your lips on me." Our kisses were rich and our hands began to enjoy our bodies again. We squeezed together and Dana explored my new nakedness, finally returning to stroke and caress the object of her lust. My hands felt and caressed and reveled in the feminine softness of tummy and bottom and thighs and the warmth between them as they relaxed and opened further in welcome. Finally I returned to love her one naked breast and bent to suck and nibble. My kissing lips sighed, "So luscious, so beautiful."

Dana moaned, "Mmmmmm, you make them feel beautiful.... Help me with my top... I love your mouth on me." We parted for a moment and she sat forward so I could pull the tank top over her head. She shifted about and raised her arms to help me.

When the bulk of the shirt came over her breasts they were lifted and then fell free - bouncing and then jiggling and rolling like hanging globes of Jello. So feminine. My lips were drawn to their lush beauty. Leaning down to them I sighed, "Dana,... so luscious... so wonderful..." and my hands lifted them and my mouth found them. Her motherly melons were glorious. The skin was white and nearly translucent with tiny blue veins here and there. Her areolae were large brownish pink ovals crowned with generous, puckered nipples. The more I sucked and nibbled on them the more pink and distended her nipples became.

She moaned softly while I laved and fed on her. Finally I raised up and kissed her softly. She sat back lifting both breasts, squeezing and caressing and pinching and pulling the nipples. "Look how big you made them." She looked at me with lusting affection, sent me sensual air kisses, and then released them saying softly, "Do they... hang down too much?"

I gently lifted one of her lovely breasts in each hand and lightly kissed each nipple. My hands remained to squeeze and caress but my lips returned to hers when I quietly said, "Your breasts are very feminine and lovely just the way they are. They're full... and voluptuous... and sensual. They make me want to suck and squeeze. I want to hold them and feed on them."

"Mmmm, feed on me, Lover,... your hands and lips are so loving. When you pull... and pinch... and nibble and suck... you send tingles down between my legs... mmmmmmm... where I'm getting so warm... and wet." Her hands had found me again. She squeezed and began caressing.

She hummed. We cuddled a bit closer and I nuzzled her cheek and brushed her lips with mine. I coaxed my hand down between her lovely thighs and murmured, "Mmmm, soft and smooth... so feminine." I reached her vulva, "... and very warm and wet." The skin of her thighs was soft and smooth and damp so close to her center. Her vagina was oozing love honey.

She moaned on my lips, "Uhn, Lover,... there... yes," and invitingly squirmed into my hand.

While we kissed, my fingers lovingly trailed up between her inner lips to momentarily caress her clitoris, and then up over her mons to massage and revel in the round softness of her tummy, the sensual curve of hip and back to the muff of pubic hair covering her mons. She moaned quietly and moved a little so that she could bring her knee and leg up to rest over mine. Caressing was very intimate - for each of us. The view she presented was lovely. Her mons was prominent and the outer lips of her vulva were engorged and puffy. Now I could see the drops of moisture at her vaginal entrance and on the nearby hairs. I openly looked at her lusting vulva while my hand stroked softly in the slippery warmth. I sighed quietly, "You're very lovely... I'm so attracted and hungry.... Your gorgeous breasts and thighs and your sweet love center... are making me very hard and... loving and... you know...."

I brought my lips back to hers and Dana whispered, "Yes, I know... your penis is twitching.... Your hands are being so intimate... and gentle... and I'm feeling loving too... and very... romantic." Our lips touched, "I love being naked for you... down there.... It's making me feel very sexy." I cupped her puffy vulva, parted the damp hair and explored again between her moist labia. She flexed her groin and moaned and sighed, "Mmmmm... uhnn... uhhnn... I'm so... wet." Her hand gripped my arm - then slid down to my hand to hold it against her vulva while she undulated into it.

I whispered on her lips, "Very wet... and slippery and warm."

Her attention returned to my excited penis with loving, avid caresses, "... So you can... you know. I hope I... you...."

"That's why I'm so hard. You're beautiful and very feminine... and your lovely vagina is oozing your honey... inviting me." My hand smoothed and caressed her baby-soft thighs next to her vulva and then returned to stroke lightly through her labia. I brushed her lips with mine and whispered, "Your lovely thighs are white... and soft... and smooth... where they guard your sweet flower. They would feel warm and welcoming to lay between... to have hug around me... when I'm...."

"... When you're pushing this wonderful, stiff penis in me?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

Mmmmmm." She kissed me softly, "I want to feel you between them... so much." Her fingers stroked and caressed, "You're beautifully hard... you feel eager... I'm thinking about how it will feel when you push it into me." She looked down to enjoy the sight of me twitching under her ministrations. Dana's hands gently stroked the length of my erection and caressed my testicles. With the tips of her fingers she teased and lifted my corona, softly pulling me longer and then stroking again. I felt like I was going to cum in her sweet hands.

With a hand deep in her thigh and an arm around her holding us close my lips brushed her cheek and I breathily confessed, "I'm leaking... be careful, Sweetheart... ohhh!"

She turned her lips to meet mine, kissed me softly and breathed, "You're so hard, Darling... Mmmmm, yes, a sweet drop... let me have it." With that she bent to kiss away the drop of fluid on the tip. Her tongue licked the glans and she took the head of my avid penis partly in her mouth for a loving suck. When she drew back up to kiss me she murmured, "After all this loving... you're going to squirt a lot in me." 

It was then that it dawned on me, "Dana!" I whispered, "I have no... you know... protection for us."

Dana purred, "I don't want you to wear anything. I'm safe... and I want to feel the warmth of your beautiful cock inside me." She guided one of my hands to her breasts. I lovingly returned to pleasure them, gently lifting and squeezing and kneading with both hands. When I pinched and pulled them to my lips for hungry sucking she lay her head back and moaned quietly, "Oohh,... Darling..." One of Dana's hands cupped under mine to encourage. I let her hold that breast to my lips to free my hand to love her neglected pussy.

My fingers slipped between her labia again and found oozing vaginal lips eagerly relaxed in anticipation. I was breathless, "Mmm, you're warm... and wet.... you feel wonderful." When my thumb had found her clitoris and two fingers were stroking inside her, Dana began whimpering and rhythmically flexing into my hand. I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, kissed her fullness, and nuzzled in her cleavage.




Good Neighbors



When her moans became more high-pitched Dana's hand brought my head up and my lips to hers. I felt her vagina and tummy shiver and shudder, "Aahhhuunnnggghhh... mmmm... mmmm, ooh, Matt!" We kissed lushly humming and caressing, "Unnnh, you made me cum..." Dana slipped away and lay back toward the end of the couch. She opened her legs and parted her labia with her fingers so that her moist, pink love lips welcomed me with crystal drops of dew. She slid a leg behind me against the couch, "Darling, lay down with me... between my legs... and put your beautiful penis in me. Do it to me.... Oh, God... I want to feel you throbbing in me."

I removed my shirt and moved between her legs. She took my hardness in her hands and guided me into her luscious, slippery warmth. "Oohh... Dana... uhnn..." Her legs and voluptuous thighs surrounded me and her oozing, slippery vagina sucked me in and enveloped me.

"Uuhhhnnnn... that feels... soooo good." With her hands on my bottom, she hugged me to her and held me in those magnificent thighs while her pussy lovingly and frantically pleasured itself.

I supported myself on my elbows so I could hold her jiggling melons in my hands. Our joining was hungry and eager. My penis was plunging and withdrawing wantonly and squirming and rutting around in her depths. Dana groaned and whined and moaned every time she took the length of me. I was breathing heavily when I gasped, "Uhn... uhn... I can't... hold it... "

"Uhhnn... don't wait... cum in me... uhhnn!" The sweet feeling surged through my glans and then the pulsing pumping began at my root. "Oooh! I feel it!... You're throbbing... Oh, God... you're cumming in me!" Dana shivered and shuddered and her warm glove squeezed my swooning penis. For a moment her breasts shook like jello in my hands. Her eyes were closed in ecstacy, "Oohhh God!... Maaattt."

When our orgasms subsided we began to relax. I shifted my upper body weight to my elbow on one side so I wouldn't be too heavy on her. When it seemed my penis might slip out of her in the move she whimpered and held my bottom with her hands to keep me inside. Our breathing began to return to normal and I softly kissed her and murmured, "That was wonderful... I feel so good in you... I came so fast... I just couldn't hold it back."

"I know... it's alright... it felt so good to have you in me... you made me cum again... I loved it." We kissed softly and wetly and a few moments later she whispered, "You made me so wet... I can feel it oozing out... (a soft kiss)... maybe I should dry off... before it gets on the sofa."

"Lay still, Lovely Creature." I raised up from her, retrieved my shorts from the floor to wipe my half hard penis and dab the drops from her bottom just below her vagina. I slipped the shorts beneath her still moist pussy to protect the sofa. "I'm going to lay back down and cuddle with you."

"You're being so good to me." She smiled cutely and sent me a little air kiss. "I'd love to cuddle... undo my skirt... the button at the side... and slip it out from under me."

I removed her tennis skirt - she looked very sexual - invitingly nude and sensually soft. She looked well-toned and muscular, overweight but soft and comfortable - all at the same time. Her marvelous breasts were still lushly full and prominent but relaxed and lying softly to either side of her chest. When she was lying down... there was no cleavage in the center, but the separated globes rose magnificently and their roundness relaxed to each side with nipples pointing slightly outward. With each move her generous loveliness rolled and jiggled.

As I moved to rejoin her I breathed, "Dana, you're very beautiful." My eyes roved unashamedly.

She whispered, "I'm no bathing beauty... and I should... lose a few pounds."

"Sweet Love, my stiff penis can't lie... you're gorgeous and sexy.... You make me want you... a lot."

Uhhnnn... Maaatt."

I lay back down between her legs, rested my head on a warm thigh and began lightly kissing my way toward her pussy. We both still felt relaxed and a little euphoric. My kisses elicited contented moans until I neared her glistening labia, "Matt?" Her voice was whispery and still contented, "You shouldn't be there... oohh... unnnggg, Honneyyy!" My lips had found her and my tongue had licked through puffy labia to suck the honey from her vaginal opening. When my tongue found her clitoris I lightly feathered it and sucked on it, and it stiffened and enlarged. "Oohhh.... Maaattt." She raised her knees to hug my cheeks between her thighs. I reached up to squeeze and pull and adore her breasts and nipples. She rhythmically flexed into me while I kissed and laved her loving place.

I murmured through kisses and licks, "You're pussy is beautiful... and so wet... you taste like our loving." When I went back to tease her clitoris she quaked and her thighs shivered on my cheeks.

In a few moments, when her spasms ebbed, "Come up here... and kiss me." I slithered up and sucked on her nipples along the way. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, you're a terrible flirt." Our lips came together lusciously and she whispered, "That was... I... that... has never happened to me... before..."

"Your loving place is very beautiful... your thighs are inviting... I couldn't resist."

"My thighs are... (kissing)... too heavy... I..."

"I love your thighs... they're beautifully feminine... and snuggly... and they warmly hug my cheeks when I lay between them."

"Mmmmm... you have one of my... hairs... from my... you know, on your cheek." She removed it. "I have so much hair... down there."

"Mmmm hhmmm, it's kind of wet right now.... I had to part it to find your lovely lips."

She murmured, "I should trim it."

I whispered, "Please don't find any more faults with your gorgeous sexiness."

Cutely, "Yes, Dear."

We were quiet for a while. Just snuggling and kissing. I was still between her legs and she hugged me in her thighs. Dana sighed and moaned into our kisses. I was cupping and supporting and caressing her opulent breasts and bent my head down to nuzzle her nipples and snuggle my cheeks in the valley between her sweet melons when I became aware that our chemistry was still boiling - at least mine was. My newly hard, stiff, flirtatious devil was pleasing itself against her leg.

Dana sighed, "Matt?"

"Mmmm hmmm." I continued to feed on her breasts.

"I love what you're doing... with my breasts... they're so sensitive.... Mmmmmm, squeeze... and pull... Suck my nipples." I hungrily complied. In a few moments she moaned, "I feel you on my leg." Her hand caressed my cheek while I sucked and pinched.

"Mm hmm." I raised up to meet her lips. Her hand snaked down between us to find and fondle my regenerated hardness.

"Honey, I can't believe it.... You're so hard... I'm soaking wet again." Her kisses were wet and soft.

"Do you want me in you?"

"Mm hmmm... Do you want to... do it to me again?"

"Making love to you is all I can think about right now." I raised up to position myself and she guided me back to her wonderful love lips. I slurped in effortlessly. "Mmmmm, uhnn,... your beautiful pussy feels luscious."

"Uuhhnnn... you feel wonderful in me... nnn... you can do this to me... uhnn... all day, Lover."

This loving was more leisurely. With the skirt out of the way I looked down and enjoyed watching our coupling - our luscious loving. I slowly plunged and, when I was in as far as I could go, I wormed about in sweet ecstacy. My pubis at the base of my penis rubbed Dana's budding clitoris. Her eager vagina stretched in a glistening oval to allow me into her. I pulled out slowly and watched her vaginal lips extend and clutch around me. I glistened with her sweet honey.

Dana raised her head and watched as well, "Mmmmm, it looks so good... and feels so good... Uhnnn... mmmm.... you went in so far... my... lips... are open so wide for you... so wet. Mmmm, your... cock... hard, stiff, beautiful... pushing in... sliding out... mmmm, Lover... look how wet... uhhnn."

"Your pussy looks beautiful." I lay down and caressed her breasts. We squirmed and flexed and found a sexual rhythm. Our kisses were soft and wet. I murmured, "You feel wonderful inside... you're warm... and wet... and snuggling around me... like a cuddly glove of loving pudding."

"Mmmm, Lover... that's 'cause you're making me feel so good inside... you're so hard... and deep in me... uhn... I can feel you... poking... so far up." I squirmed around so I could suck on her nipples. "Mmmmm... Oh, yesss!... Uhn... feed on me." I could feel her pussy begin to clutch and release. In a moment, "Unnhg... my pussy loves your hard cock... fucking... in me... harder... Ohh... my clit... uhn... aahhnnnggg...mmm". She pressed up into me and rubbed her clitoris into my pubis. Dana's thighs and tummy shuddered. Her breasts quivered in my hands. I brought my lips to her and when she felt me throbbing she screamed into our kiss.

I lay down in her arms with an arm under her waist and a hand lazily loving her breasts. I felt very quiet and my voice was soft, "You've made me feel wonderful." I kissed her softly, "I can't remember when I've gotten hard... and hungry... like that... so soon. But you're so sexy... and you feel wonderful... I'm not quite hard again... but I still feel like cuddling and loving... and having my penis inside you."

"Oh, Matt... I still feel... very loving too. I like the feeling of having you... in me like this. You made me feel... things... I haven't felt in a long time... (she stopped to kiss)... and some feelings... I can't remember..." We hugged and caressed and kissed quietly for a while until she whispered, "I was fantasizing this morning too. She kissed me sweetly and went on, "I thought how wonderful it would be... if somehow... we could be together... if my short shorts would make you... want me." More gentle kisses, "But I never dreamed... we'd make love all morning... mmmmm, I feel wonderful. I hope you're hard again... soon."

I whispered, "I think I will be... soon. I hope you're lovely pussy isn't getting sore."

"It's not... My pussy feels wonderful."

"I feel as though I want to... make love again and again."

Her lips were on mine, "That sounds like a wonderful plan... "

I snuggled and hugged and went on, "I've wanted you for weeks... but this morning... the way you looked... I had to come out... and then the way we seemed to be feeling... mmmmm."

"When we were standing close together?"

"Yes. I felt body messages... and they made me..."

".. Feel lustful... and hungry?"

"Oh, God,... yesss!"

She whispered, "Me too. Lover?"

"Mm hmm?"

"When you want me again... I'm wet for you".

I whispered back, "Very soon, Sweet Love."

"Mmmmmmm!" We lay quietly hugging and smooching until she interrupted, "When will Connie get home?"

"After supper." I kissed her ardently.

"Mmmmmm, that's nice." She snuggled her thighs around me. After another quiet time, "Matt, I've never done anything like this before... and I don't really know... how this happened." With her hands on my bum she held me close so I couldn't slip out.

"I'm not promiscuous either. I can't explain... I was drawn to you. Like an adolescent, I seemed to make excuses to work outside when you were out. And... this morning... when we sat down here together... I felt as though you knew how attracted I was to you... and I imagined you were feeling something too... it was like some uncontrollable chemistry." I squirmed in her.

"Yesss, somehow I did know... I've sensed it every time we've been outside together... and I've felt an attraction... I made myself believe I wasn't planning ahead... but I did think about you when I put on the tank top and short shorts this morning; and I brought us in here... because it seemed something could happen... if we were alone... and I felt reckless... and... hungry." She kissed me and sucked my tongue. "And when we were sipping our tea, and I sensed you getting hungry for me... and looking at my breasts and my legs... and my panties - and when I saw you getting hard I liked it... it felt daring and sensual and I wanted you to look more.... I couldn't resist the desire.... I wanted to show you my breasts and... all of me. And I wanted to make you harder... and to let you know I was feeling it too... that I wanted us to make love."

"I still feel the same things... the attraction... the hunger."

"Me too,... what should we do... we live so close together?"

"Other than to let nature take its course, I don't have a magic solution. If the feeling goes away or it becomes uncomfortable for you, tell me, and we'll just be "friends"... except... I'll miss being with you... a lot. I'll do the same." We kissed. "What do you think?"

"That'll work for me... 'cause right now my resistance is very, very low." We kissed a lot more. "I'm glad we both felt the same things. it's kind of like... a kind of fate of love."

****

We rested quietly a while longer until Dana said, "Do you want to go now... and cut your grass?"

"No. I want to stay... and make love. Do you want to do your yard work?"

"No. I love our love-making... I want to make love... lots more. Please stay as long as you can. Let me get us a sandwich." We began to unwrap and my half hard penis sprung out from Dana's sweet warmth. "Ooh!" She stroked it, "Look how hard you are already. What a wonderful cock you have, Darling."

"It's inspired, you sexy creature." We kissed lushly.

It was early yet - just a bit after 11 o'clock, but something to eat sounded good. We disengaged and got up. "I think I'll put my skirt on... it will make me feel... dressed but sexy." My shorts were a little damp here and there but I put them on for the sake of some kind of propriety. She looked cute in her skirt and, when she moved about, her wondrous pendulant globes jiggled and bounced and swayed magnificently. The view from the rear was wondrous when she bent over to get a dish from a lower cupboard - the exposed pussy lips peeking out below her bum cheeks were pink and puffy with excitement and still glistened with moisture.

"You're so beautiful... and you look so very sexy in that cute little skirt. I'm having those feelings again."

"Mmmmmm, thank you lover... I feel your eyes. You're making me wet. I hope the feelings are keeping your wonderful penis long and hard."

While she put bread and ham together I watched her move and got very hungry for her. I came up behind and kissed her cheek. She hummed and my arms went around her and my hands began on her round tummy and caressed up until I was cupping her generous breasts. They felt full and heavy and pliant. I nibbled an ear lobe and murmured, "Your breasts are beautiful... mmmm, and they feel so soft... Holding them and loving them... from behind you like this... is especially wonderful and... I'm getting hard... very hard."

"Mmmmmm, don't stop... I hoped you hadn't lost interest... Oh, God, I'm so hot again... and I can feel you growing... you're poking in the crease of my bum... under my skirt... your penis is flirting with me, isn't it?" 

It was true, I was so hungry for her that I wanted to do it on the kitchen floor. I pressed into her and squeezed her nipples. "Mmmmm, it certainly is. I haven't lost interest... I want to be in you." She leaned her head back and to the side and we kissed... very hungrily. "Can I... fuck you... before lunch?"

"Oohh, yesss... and after, too... Mmmmm, It feels so good... when you're fucking me." Our tongues were merging in our luscious kiss. She whispered with her lips brushing mine, "My pussy is so lonesome... It misses your stiff cock so much... You haven't fucked me in over a half hour." The crude words were exciting and let me know how deeply she was feeling her lust.

She pressed her bum back into my hardness and put her hands over mine to crush them into her breasts. Pressing my penis and groin into Dana's round, generous bum felt primal and fired my animal lust.

"I was admiring your pussy from behind... it's very wet."

"Mmmm hhmmm. And getting wetter... When you love my breasts like this... and I think about what you're going to do to me... my honey oozes out."

"Turn around, Darling."

I slithered down, sucking her nipples on the way, until I was kneeling in front of her. I unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Matt... what...?"

"Open your legs, you luscious creature." Dana parted her thighs and I slipped both arms between them to clutch her soft bum. She thrust her pelvis forward and I held her to my lips. I kissed and licked the softness of her thighs near her pussy, urged one of her thighs to rest on my shoulder and then immersed my mouth in her slippery labia. I sucked our juices away and feathered her clitoris with a dancing tongue.

"Oh, Matt,... this has never happened before... Oh, God... you're making my pussy feel wonderful..." Her hands came to the back of my head to hold me to her and she began to lightly flex her pussy into my mouth in a slow, fucking rhythm. It thrilled me to know I was pleasuring her in this very intimate way. Her taste and smell were earthy and fresh and announced her deep sexuality. I feasted on her until I felt her tummy begin to quiver. "Oh, Maaattt!.... uhnn... Ohhh...." Her clitoris danced on my tongue and her thighs shook against my cheeks. "Honeyyy... I'm cumminnggg... againnnn."

When she relaxed from the urgency of her spasm her hands left my head and braced against the counter. My lips and tongue swabbed the new honey from her lips and my hands left her bum to caress the marvelous thighs surrounding me. "Darling, your pussy is so very beautiful." I removed her leg from my shoulder, slithered up and cupped soft breasts and sucked. Finally I brought my lips to hers and lushly kissed. I whispered, "Your thighs are warm and cuddly... I love to kiss and nuzzle them... when I'm getting closer... and closer... to your love flower."

She whispered on my lips, "Honey, my pussy loves the way you're making me cum so much. And I love the way you kiss me... and suck on me... down there." I pushed my shorts down to my hips, bent my knees, and positioned my eager penis between her labia. "Mmmmm, yeessssss,... in me... nnnn." Dana opened her thighs wide, reached between us to guide me in, and flexed forward to engulf me. With my hands under her bum I lifted her until her legs were locked around my waist. I backed her up against the nearby wall to help me brace her. "Mmmm, fuck meee."

I fucked up into her vigorously. Her clitoris was crushed into the root of my penis with each thrust. Dana began to quake and shiver very soon and continued to ebb and flow through orgasm after orgasm while I plunged and squirmed in her loving warmth. This was my third time so I was slow in cumming, but eventually I felt it. Dana was learning to know the signs. "Yesss, Darling, in me... cum in me... Uhhnnnnn...!"

I didn't stay in her after the loving because my arms and legs were tired from supporting her. Dana unlocked her legs from around me and lowered her feet to the floor. We hugged closely. She sweetly cuddled my deflating lover against her tummy. "Darling, You're making my penis so very happy."

"Mmmmm, my pleasure. Truly my pleasure. My pussy hasn't been this happy in a long, long time.... I've been cumming almost constantly... since you first loved my breasts... and slipped your fingers in me."

We finally parted. We both were naked again but decided to forego the skirt and shorts while we had our delayed lunch. We sat very close together on the couch - eating our sandwiches and caressing each other. Dana couldn't leave my penis alone for more than a few minutes at a time, and I couldn't leave her inviting thighs and luscious breasts unattended. When I would lean over to suck a puckered nipple, Dana would moan and gently cup my testicles and stroke the length of me. That golden glow of growing lust was returning to my lover's eyes and my happy penetrator was growing remarkably in her care.




Good Neighbors



When we had finished Dana gave my happy divining rod a special squeeze and lightly kissed me saying, "Give me your... plate, Sweetheart." She rose and carried our things into the kitchen. I followed close behind - very close behind. While she was at work my you-know-what nuzzled the crevice of her bottom and my hands enjoyed the curve of hip and roundness of tummy. When she had tidied up the counter she turned, took my hand away from a nipple, and said, "Would you like to help me with something?"

"Anything, I'm putty in your hands."

"Come along then. I think it will be a nice project - and not hard. Well - wrong word - not difficult is better." 

"What was wrong with 'not hard'?"

"I'm not sure... we'll see." Very mysterious. We headed for the bedroom area and finally into her bedroom. It was very neat and feminine and pleasant. There were a king size bed and two occasional chairs. It was a nice suite with a large bath with tub and shower and a large walk-in closet. She led me to one of the chairs and said, "Here, Sweetheart, sit on the floor by this chair. I'll just be a minute." Off she went into the bathroom and out to her vanity, gathering things. She set the collection on the floor beside me and went back into the bathroom and closed the door.

She came out a minute later and giggled, "Private moment. Do you need a private moment?"

"Now that you mention it." And I went in to whiz.

When I came out Dana was sitting with her legs crossed demurely in the chair on a huge towel that draped to the floor where I sat down again. She had arranged the collection more neatly. It included scissors, a lady's electric razor, and a tube of depilatory cream.

She said sweetly and cutely, "Honey? Would you help me trim my pubic hair?"

"Will I be working between your irresistible thighs?"

"Yes."

"Will I be working around one of the most beautiful parts of your very sensual body?"

"If you mean my pussy, the answer is 'Yes'.... You're really bad." She sent me an air kiss.

"I'd love to. What would you like me to do?"

"Everything. Very professionally, of course." She posed a hauty smirk. "I'd like every bit of hair removed from around what you call 'that beautiful part of my body' and above it an inch or so. You can be artistic and shape the rest... but I'd like it to be trimmed quite short.... What do you think?"

I got up on my knees and leaned over her knees to kiss her sweetly. I whispered, "I'm going to love this project."

"Me too, you sexy flirt. Your penis is growing, you know."

"Surprise, Surprise. I'm staring at your lovely breasts and kissing your luscious lips anticipating a dream job."

She giggled, "You'd better get started."

I sat back, "Open your legs, Lovely Creature, and move to the edge of the chair please.... Ahhh, that's fine." I moved in very close and delicately separated the hair from around her labia. As I moved around I caressed and kissed the tender upper inside of her thighs and paused to hug each one to my cheeks. A couple of hairs were caught in her labia - I gently slipped my fingers between them to ease the hairs out. Our morning activities had left her nether region quite moist.

Dana's breathing became a little elevated and she said in a quiet, breathy voice, "Oh, Mark... uuhhhnnnn... oohhh... uhhnnn." Her pussy flexed almost imperceptibly and when I held her labia apart to remove the hairs I could see her vaginal lips purse and relax and ooze a few drops of their crystal love potion. I lightly kissed her inner thighs and licked away a bit of moisture. Another little vaginal flex. "Honeyyy,... mmmmm." My wonder wand was in awe and at full attention expectantly wagging between my legs. Dana's thighs hugged me for a moment.

With the scissors I carefully trimmed away all the hair around her vulva - as short as I could make it with the scissors. I remembered how my old barber had feather-touched at the end of a haircut with tiny little artful snips to remove the last perfect hairs. The effect was supremely relaxing, almost hypnotic. I trimmed the "V" along her groin and shaped the remaining tuft to a downward point ending just above her mons. I trimmed the tuft to a length of about half an inch. Next came the electric razor. I shaved her very closely all over, and was especially careful around the tender edges of her outer labia.

When I had finished those steps I announced quietly, "I'll inspect the work this far." My fingers traced a trail on her sensitive thighs followed by my lips with light kisses. With the scissors I made the 'tiny little artful snips' of the old barber. Just a tiny bit here - a little touch there. Dana whimpered and her groin flexed. I gently parted her labia and touched her clitoris lovingly. Her vaginal lips pursed and relaxed. Her juices were oozing out and had nearly reached her anus. My lips followed the snips with kisses and gentle licks. I began with her anus which caused Dana to twitch and moan quietly. Then I poked my tongue into her vagina and finally laved up through her labia and ended sucking and flicking her now stiffly protruding bud.

Dana was writhing, "Ohh, Matt, uhn... oh you're making me... so... Oh, Honey... oh, God... are you hard?"

"Very... very... hard!"

"That's what I meant... about this project."

"How could you have known." We both giggled.

"Honey, I feel like warm soup inside... Please... do it to me!" I moved up to her on my knees and slid my hard penis into her liquid pussy poised at the edge of the cushion. "Oh, God! Fuck me so hard.... Honey,... deeperrr..." Her pussy was wild. I leaned over her to grasp her breasts in my hands and thrust into her with verve and lustful excitement. It was wonderful. Her pussy squirmed into me wildly, and the liquid squishing sound as my penis thrust in and out of her oozing love lips was inspiring. Shortly Dana shivered in a wonderful spasm. She looked so beautiful when she was deep in an orgasm. She opened her arms and reached for me. I took her in my arms and raised her toward me. We kissed deeply and held each other close. I was still stiff and deeply in her - flexing and squirming. Her clitoris was lusciously and thrillingly trapped against the base of my squirming penis. Dana drifted into a sweet series of shivering, moaning swoons.

I hadn't orgasmed yet, and thought it might be good to keep something in reserve so that I could rise to the occasion again later. But I was feeling very affectionate and lustful - and try as I might - Alas! I couldn't hold back. It was wonderful.

Finally, when our activity quieted, "Mmmmmm, you do wonderful work... You're the best pussy trimmer I can imagine." She kissed me wetly. "I especially loved this last step.... I suppose we could call that a trial run... to see how everything works... without hair."

"Yes, I suppose we could. And how do you think everything worked?"

"Mmmmm, Lover, I like it without the hair... I can feel all of you touching me better, and my hairs don't tangled on you when you're... pushing into me.... It's a wonderful naked feeling."

"And you're even more kissable... and easier to slip into." Amazingly, I was still stiffly operational - so I demonstrated. "See how nice it is?" I withdrew completely, then lay my glans between her labia. There were no stray hairs to disentangle. I pushed lightly and her luscious vagina slurped while I again disappeared into her warmth.

"Oohh! Matt! Uhhnn, that's sooo niiiccce... uhn... uhn. Look how my cunt sucks you in." She lay back, closed her eyes and squeezed her breasts while I held onto her womanly hips and lazily slid in and out. It was becoming easier and easier for Dana to cum. In just a few moments she shivered in a sweet rapture. She had become very sexual.

I kissed her quietly while she bathed in the afterglow. "Is it time for the depilatory now?"

She sighed, "Mmmm,... I suppose so.... But I love cumming when you're in me like this... fucking me."

"I'll put it on." She whimpered when I slowly withdrew. "I'm still hard, Darling... I'll be in you again... soon."

"Mmmmm, I'll try to be patient."

It was truly a dream job. I squeezed the cream onto her mons and carefully spread it with caressing finger strokes all over her Venus mound, again being especially careful not to get any on the sensitive inner parts of her labia.

"Mm, your touch is wonderful.... You're so sweet and careful."

In a few minutes I removed the cream with a warm wash cloth and washed and rinsed the area. When I had finished I lightly caressed the newly bald areas. They were baby smooth. I thought they might be irritated so I applied some aloe lotion. Her vaginal lips were glistening with new honey from the caressing. She was lusting in the attention.

"Oh, thank you... that feels better."

"Darling?"

"Whaaaat?" Her voice was soft and glowing in sexuality.

"I'm still... very hard."

Dana sat up to look at my crotch. I supported her hanging breasts in my eager hands. She took my cheeks in her hands and brought our mouths together. She groaned quietly on my lips, "Darling, your beautiful cock looks so stiff... and hungry. My pussy is so wet,... and I'm so hot for you... (wet kisses). Would you like to fuck your stiff cock into my slippery, naked cunt?" The four-letter words flowed from her school-marm mouth and were exciting.

"I'm sure that would make my cock... feel much better." My lips brushed and teased hers. My hands fondled her wonderful breasts and my fingers teased the nipples as I stood up between her legs.

"My bed, Darling,... help me..." My stiff penis was wagging audaciously near her cheek. She moved closer to it until it was brushing her lips with impertinence. She took it in her fingers, stroked, and enveloped the corona lovingly, "Mmmmmm." When I pinched her nipples and pulled on them she let me pop out of her mouth and moaned, "Mmmmm, that's so... Ooh, Darling,... you're making my pussy drip.... I can feel it leaking down my crotch."

I bent down to kiss her and gasped on her lips, "I want to help you carry these beautiful breasts... over to your bed." While I gently pulled on her nipples she stood. I cradled the luscious fullness of her melons in my hands and continued to tease her nipples. She lustily ogled my stiff excitement wagging eagerly for her attention.

Dana moved very close. Her tummy and groin touched mine and she sighed on my lips, "You're stabbing me... with your stiff cock, Darling." We kissed and flexed and squirmed against each other. We were breathless. "Are you going to... carry my... breasts... for me?"

Dana was stroking my erection and cupping my testicles. "If you'll let me.... Are you going to carry my penis... and testicles for me?"

"Yes, Sweetheart,... Hold my breasts carefully, mmmmmm, squeeze a little harder. Yeesss!... You're helping me... sooo goood."

I breathed, "A dream come true."

Dana held my penis and scrotum with both hands. I caressed and supported her breasts and she stroked my excited penis and held it close against her soft tummy. Our bodies merged and rubbed and touched and we kissed continuously in a kind of mating dance during the two yard transit to the bed.

I sat down first and slithered into the middle where I beckoned her to mount me. She crawled over, straddled me and lowered her glistening, bald, avid pussy until I was completely engulfed. She sat on me with her knees and thighs hugging my ribs and hips. Her love juices flowed richly and began to ooze into my pubic hair and down over my scrotum.

Each movement of her pussy on my penis was accompanied by a luscious slurping sound. I whispered, "Your love juices are drenching me. It feels wonderful... it sounds wonderful to hear the squish of you pussy loving my penis."

"Uhn... uhn... You make me so wet... uhn. It feels so good. Uhn... You're in me so far."

"Let me have your nipples. Bring your luscious breasts to me."

Dana leaned forward and hung her beautiful melons down for me to love and suck and caress. "Here, Lover, feed on me... oh!... your cock is wonderful... I love this." I trailed my hands up her inner thighs until my thumb found her clitoris. While Dana languidly squirmed and flexed I ministered to the avid bud. Her breasts were hanging and swaying voluptuously and I sucked on whichever nipple she hung near my mouth. When her first spasm washed over her they shivered and jiggled. I reached up and grasped them to squeeze. I rolled and pulled the nipples until she leaned down to let me feed on her again. I nuzzled in the deep valley between them while I hugged their softness against my cheeks and then crowded them together so that I could suck and kiss and nibble both nipples at once.

When her next orgasm rippled through her she bent further down to kiss me and moan with happy satisfaction. I whispered, "How's your beautiful pussy, Sweetheart?"

She groaned and whispered, "Oh, Darling,... my pussy feels wonderful... I keep cumming... and cumming." She squirmed into me urgently and began to quake again, "Uhhnnng... Oh, you're so deep in me... and you're feeding on me... and..." Her mouth and tongue made love to my lips.

"Are you tired, Lover?"

"Mmmmm hhmmm, a little.... You've made me cum... so much."

"Does your pussy hurt?"

"No, Darling... nooo... it feels wonderful."

"Would you like to lay back... and rest... while I fuck you?"

"Mmmmmm. that would be nice... as long as you don't stop until you cum in me again.... I love to feel you jerk and throb.... Then I know you're squirting your sexy juice in me... and that I've been good to you."

We rolled over without me withdrawing and scooted back to the middle of the bed. I lay on her lightly and sucked and caressed her lazy, soft breasts. Dana lay quietly still... supremely relaxed in a euphoric glow with arms and widely splayed legs lying limp on the bed. Her body moved only when my movements caused it to. Her magnificent breasts, laying beautifully to each side, rolled lazily with each of my thrusts. Her pussy squeezed me and shivered a little in response to my pushing and squirming. I moaned quietly, "Darling, I love your sweet, naked pussy... it feels so nice and smooth and warm."

"Mmmmm, I'm having little cums... I love you fucking me like this." I raised up to the full length of my arms and began pulling out further and thrusting in deeper. She sent me a sensual air kiss and whispered, "Are you watching your eager cock fucking into my helpless, happy, soaking cunt?"

"Mmmm hmmm. Your pussy looks so beautiful... and sexy."

She was moaning and sighing, "Uuhhnnnghh... you're making my pussy feel wonderful... I'm loving it... so much." Her body remained completely at rest except for her groin which squirmed slowly to pleasure itself. Her soft breasts, like huge globes of jello, rolled up and down and quivered as my thrusts moved her body. Wet pussy lips squished. I drove deep and hard for a few moments until she whimpered and quaked with a sweet spasm. I was very close and to make it last I lay back down on my elbows to make love to her breasts. I gently lifted them from her sides and squeezed them both to bring her nipples to my lips for hungry sucking and nibbling. When I lightly pinched and pulled them both in my fingers Dana's pussy spasmed around my hardness and her body shivered in a deep cum. Her squirming pussy brought me over the edge. "Oh, Lover, you're throbbing... ahuunng!" Dana joined me. Her thighs held me close while we kissed.

"There... you have some more of my sexy juice."

"Nnnn, I love being so full of you."

Now we both were temporarily exhausted. I lay beside her with an arm over her and a hand resting on one of her lazing breasts and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to kiss and lick our honey from your pussy... before it drips on the bed." I began to move.

"Oh, Sweetheart, let me do you first. Bring your penis to me."

"You don't have to do that... I..."

"I want to... so much... You're my lover... and I love your wonderful cock... Bring it to me." Dana rolled on her side and I moved so that my groin was next to her head. It was no longer a wonder wand but just a still long but only half-hard, sated penis. She brought it to her mouth and surrounded it with lips and tongue. She held most of it in her mouth like a pacifier, quietly sucking on it and rolling her tongue around it. When she let it out she kissed it. It had grown just a bit.

I leaned down and kissed her before I stretched out to rest my head between her thighs. I licked all over her anus and crotch and inner thighs and lay little kisses as I went. Her smooth, naked pussy was beautiful. Dana whimpered once in a while. When I began sucking and licking the love channel between her labia she moaned and squeezed my head in her thighs. When I finished she drew me up to her and we kissed... for a long time.

It was a little before one o'clock. She whispered, "Do you think we should get some of our chores done before our spouses get home?"

I murmured, "When will yours be coming home?"

Dana sighed, "Not before seven." We kissed. She went on, "Their last game won't finish until 4:30, earliest. Then there's an hour for supper and a two hour drive." We nibbled at lips a little more. "When is Diana coming home?"

"They had tickets for "high tea" and fashion show at three and have reservations for dinner at six." I smooched her neck and ear. "I say eight o'clock - earliest... Do you want to work on your pruning."

She sighed, "Not especially." She was lazily fondling my half hard penis. "But my stuff is out there..."

"And my lawn mower is in front of my garage door." I softly caressed a breast. The nipple puckered. "I wonder if any of the neighbors have noticed." I moved down to suck on the happy nipple. "This is so wonderful... I hate to end it."

"I know." She coaxed my head up and resumed the kissing. "Maybe I'll just put my stuff away." Her kisses were luscious, "If I promise to be sexy... and naked... and nice to you, will you come back and make love to me?"

"I think I'll sneak out your back door and in mine. I'll open the garage and bring the mower back in... and..." I teased her lips with mine and squeezed the lovely breast.

She sighed, "... and?" She pulled and stroked a reviving penis.

"... and then I'll sneak in your back door... and ravish you."

"Mmmmmmmm, Lover," she hugged me closely and I kissed her lushly and danced with her tongue. She sighed, "Wonderful plan. I'll be waiting for you...."

"Beautifully naked?" I kissed her.

"We'll see." She kissed me back.

"I'll hurry... maybe I'll run through the shower."

With lusting squeezes, caresses, kisses and strokes we disentangled and rounded up our clothes. Dana resurrected her shorts and tank top. I found my shorts and shirt. I left through the back door and she went out the front.

****

When I came out through my garage Dana was clipping a few branches. We looked at each other and sent air kisses. Moments later she was carrying her things around behind her house. I brought the lawn mower in, closed the garage and jumped in the shower. I wasn't "unclean", but I just wanted to be fresh for Dana. After a quick run with the razor and a tooth brushing I put on clean shorts, an unbuttoned shirt, and flip-flops and headed for Dana's via our back doors. On the way, just thinking about being with her again, I was growing - I wasn't erect, but I was beginning to fill out that area of my shorts with a happily expectant penis. Our chemistry was amazing.

Her back door was open and she was walking toward me - a visual feast of sensual femininity - an earthy temptress. She was wearing a pair of high heeled mules which added attractive, shapely definition to her legs and slender ankles, and she was sparsely covered by a full length earth-green silk dressing gown. "Sparsely" because the gown was entirely open - covering just her shoulders, brushing the outer edges of her proudly opulent, swaying breasts, and draping over a bit of her hips. She looked more sexually naked than if she had been wearing nothing. Her rolling, swaying breasts brushed the robe aside and protruded in hungry invitation. Her soft, round tummy; puffy, engorged mons and nude vulva avidly presented themselves, searching for the love-mate growing between my legs.




Good Neighbors



Our neighborhood is rural but there are a number of well-to-do families scattered about. The reason I mention that is that people frequently associate rural with a bunch of hillbillies. Not so here. The family next door is a mom with a master's degree in finance with a teen-age boy and two much younger daughters. Her husband died in a commercial plane crash several years earlier and a sharp lawyer did his stuff and she is now set for life financially. I'm certain she'd rather have her hubby back than the money but since that is impossible she is comfortable knowing she won't have to worry about where the next meal is coming from.

The boy, Bobbie, is nineteen and skinny as a rail. He would never be described as good looking but he does have a nice personality. I'm Jim and a forty seven-year old bisexual and the kid can turn me on when I see him working around his yard. He's cute and has a nice ass. So far he looks to me for the guidance a father would normally provide. I have taught him: the art of hitting a pitched baseball, hitting a decent drive on the golf course, skiing and fishing for the bass in our nearby lakes among a ton of other little things. However, he does hang all over me when I am near him and that both turns me on and off.

I love camping and there is a great spot a couple of hours from where we live. It is right by a rather large lake holding some wonderful bass. I thought of inviting the boy on a camping/fishing overnighter and perhaps see if anything else would come of it. I asked him if he would like to go and he jumped at the chance. His mom also approved so we were set. It took as three hours on Saturday morning to get there and we found a super spot. It was close to the lake and the next nearest campsite was more than a quarter mile away.

He had the tent pitched and the fire started when I was getting the rest of the campsite cleared off. 

"Hey Bob, get the campfire ready for some kind of cooking. We are going to need to be able to hang or rest our pots on something while they are cooking."

"Sure Jim. The stew pot has a hanging bail and I can rig up something to hang it from over the fire.'

We were sitting around just staring at the fire when I asked him if he was getting any.

"What do you mean getting any?" He replied.

"I mean pussy your idiot What else would it be?"

He started down at his feet and mumbled something that I took to be a no.

"Do you date?"

"Not really. Girls don't like me and I am nervous around them."

"So all you do is jack off?"

"Yeah, and not much of that either."

"Why not, when I was your age I was either after pussy or beating my meat big time."

"I'm kind of small there. It's hard for me to grab it."

"Really, how small?"

"Aw, I don't know. A lot smaller that what I saw on the guys in the locker room at school"

"Take it out and let's see."

He mumbled something and finally reached in his jeans and fished out a cock that couldn't have been more than an inch soft. Whew, he did have a problem.

"How big are you Jim?"

"Well, take a look." As I fished it out. I am about seven and a half inches hard and about four and a half soft so there was a significant difference between us.

"Wow, you are huge. Does it get much bigger when you are hard?"

"What don't you put a hand over her on it and stroke it a bit to see what you can get it to do?"

"Aw, I couldn't do that."

"Why not Bobbie? C'mon help me out." I asked.

I reached over and led his hand to let it rest on my lap atop my still soft cock. He started to stroke it very lightly with just a couple of fingers and it began to come to life. I sure didn't want any immediate response for fear it would scare him off.

"I think it is starting to get hard." He said.

"You have magic hands Bob. Keep going and you will have it rock hard in a few minutes."

It didn't take much more and it was standing straight out. "Stroke it hard now Bob."

I thought I was going to have to give him some more encouragement but he didn't need any. He was stroking away as well as I could have ever hoped for. His eyes hadn't left the head of it and he was flushed and licking his lips. I didn't think I would be lucky enough to get him to use his mouth on the first time we were this close but there was always the chance.

"Bob, stroke me harder and perhaps a little faster."

That was all it took. He was beating my meat as only a first timer could do. His head was flailing around as his hand went a little crazy. I could feel the heat coming from deep inside of me and knew it wouldn't take much more before I was unloading.

"Bob, do you want me to shoot in your hands or on the ground? If we knew each other better I would let you take it in your mouth."

"Oh, are you going to shoot your stuff soon?"

Just as he said that the first stream came pouring out of me. I turned slightly and it and the rest of my load was soon shooting all over the ground between us. 

"Oh my God. I had never seen anything like that before. When I jack off I shoot just a little bit."

"Well, I have you to thank. You really made me feel good." I praised him.

"C'mere and lay your head on my shoulder Bob. You are a great young man. Did you enjoy doing that for me?"

"Jim, I don't know what to say but I did. Does that make me queer?"

"Hell, don't worry about words. If you enjoyed making someone you like feel good there isn't anything else to concern yourself about. Certainly not some stupid handles like 'queer' or 'gay'. We're friends and that's all there is to it."

"I guess. What did you mean back there when you said if we knew each other better you would let me take you in my mouth?"

"Well, I'm not really sure just how much you care about making me feel good. Taking me in your mouth would be the best for me. It would feel fantastic and if you ever care enough I'll let you do it."

He mumbled something I couldn't understand.

"Bob, the fire is dwindling. Why don't you grab a flashlight and we can go for a walk and gather some firewood along the way?"

We must have walked a mile or so before turning back and were dragging a couple of sacks of decent looking wood for the fire with us. 

I placed a few decent size logs on the side of it and then placed a few smaller ones over the top. A few more pieces a bit later and we would be set for the night.

We sat around chatting about a ton of things for hours as the fire first flared up and then settled down to some mesmerizing small flames. I thought I would push my luck with Bob again.

"Bob, c'mere again. My cock is starting to get hard. It must be thinking of how you made it feel a while ago."

We both laughed but he came closer and just looked down on it. "Use your hand again Bob. You know just how to get me going."

He was stroking slow and easy almost before I got those words out. Again, his eyes were on the head of it and he was licking his lips again and I wasn't sure if that was the sign I was hoping for.

I could feel the beginnings of something deep inside of me and I thought I would try my luck and reached over and put a hand on the back of his head. I started to pull him down to it ever so slowly. He gave no resistance until he as about an inch away from the tip of it.

"Jim, I don't think I can do that for you."

"Bob, just try it a little. Open your lips and let the head in and see how much you like the taste of me. I think you will really enjoy it."

I resumed the pressure on his neck and sure enough he opened his mouth but he only let it in a little. While he wouldn't let it in any further he at least kept on stroking.

"Bob, that feels terrific. How about letting it in your mouth as far as you can? 

Once again he only let the very tip of the head in his mouth but no more.

He must have felt my cock pulsing and he asked if I was going to come. When I replied that it was very close he aimed the head of my cock over to the ground between us. This stream was no where near as much as the earlier ones but he watched every drop hit the ground. 

"Bob, that was great. Why don't you slide up here and we can talk?"

I pulled him up close to me and leaned over and gave him a long soul searching kiss.

"Oh God, Jim. You make me feel so good. No one else does that."

"Well, Jim, my boy. I will as long as you take care of my needs. What about it?"

"Oh you can be sure of that." As he cuddled even closer.

I'm hoping that as time went on I'd be able to get him to do more. 

We hit the tent an hour or so later and I pulled him over to my pallet and just hugged him all night. He snuggled back at me as hard as possible. This boy needs some affection.

We had a few more get togethers over the next several months but I was unable to get him to take my cock in his mouth. He would let the very tip of the head in but no more as he jacked me off. This was getting frustrating as hell. 

Finally I thought it would give it an all out effort and asked him if he would like to spend some time up in a fishing camp with some other guys and me. He jumped at the chance. You guessed it. There were no other guys, just he and I.

We fished that afternoon and I had a small fire going in the outdoor grill to cook up some of our catch. When dinner was over we both just sat on a blanket looking at the lake and I pulled him over to me and had my cock out for him to handle. He sure knows what to do with it and had me ready to come in a few minutes. 

"Whoa, Bob. Slow down, I don't want to come that fast. Besides, I want you to take me in your mouth this time. Not just the very tip of it but all the way."

"Geez Jim, I don't think I want to do that."

That was it. I figured I better bring this to a head right now. I stood and jammed my now softening cock back in my pants and said, 

"OK, Bob. Enough is enough. You tell me you want to please me any way you can but when I ask you to do something special for me you refuse. That's it. Find another guy for a friend. We're leaving now."

I was cleaning up the campsite when I looked over at him and he had his head between his knees and I could see his back moving up and down. The kid was sobbing.

"OK, what's up with you now?"

"Jim, I care for you more than I can even say. I don't want to find anyone else. Sit back down and I'll try my best to please you that way."

I let my cock back out of my pants and sat beside him. He came over and started to stroke it tentatively. I put my hand lightly on the back of his head and put the very slightest of pressure on his neck downward to the head of my cock. With his stroking he had it rock hard again and his mouth was just barely touching the head of it. "That's it Bob, open you mouth and let it in."

I could feel the warmth of his mouth creep up the shaft of my cock as he let more and more in. All of a sudden he gagged and I said, 

"Hold on Bob, that's as much as you can handle. Don't let it in any further than that. Just start bobbing right there as if your mouth is jacking me off."

He didn't need any more instruction than that. As I felt the rush starting deep inside of me I was faced with the question of whether I would shoot in his mouth or not. Hell, I'm going for it.

He must have felt the pulsing on the underside of my cock for he started to jack that part of my shaft not in his mouth. That was it. I shot a super large load in his sweet virgin mouth. 

"Go Bob, swallow it down. Take my juices deep inside of you."

He was swallowing and gulping at the same time he was still jacking me and I swear he got more come out of my cock than it ever let go of before. It must have been because I was excited about having a blowjob from a virgin. He stayed right on it for some time after the last drop left me and than let it slip out of his mouth and looked up at me. "Did I do it right Jim?"

"You did it perfect Bob. I am getting to like you more every time we are together."

"Damn, that makes me so happy.' He said. This young man is starved for attention. I wonder why his mother isn't giving it to him. 

"Do you want me to do anything else for you?" he asked with his big eyes just pleading for closeness.

"Not right now Bob. Perhaps later tonight."

Nothing else happened that night and we slept like babies. Fishing was good the next day but he decided he would rather have pizza than fish for dinner so we drove in the pizza parlor in the nearby town. 

When we got back from the pizza place I started a nice little fire in firepit we had scraped together. I opened one of the bottles of wine I had brought and we sat there just talking about the day and what great fishing we had enjoyed and sipping the wine. We threw back the fish knowing we were going to go back into town for the Pizza but we had caught some great fish.

"Bob, let's hit the sack. I've got something else I want you to do for me tonight."

He looked a little ashen as if he was scared to death of what was coming.

My tent is really the size that could be used by six guys but I love it for the room it affords. It would be way too heavy and cumbersome for backpacking but great when you have a car for transporting it. We had two summer-weight sleeping bags and had them on top of some extra firm foam pads. I hate to feel any stones poking at me during the night.

I stripped naked and told Bob to do the same. He stacked his clothes over in one wing of the tent and then came back over to where we would be sleeping. I could see him fine with the flickering flames of the campfire shining through the screening and I reached up and pulled him down to me. As soon as he was line beside me I reached over and held him tight and then started to kiss him deeply. He responded by clamping his arms around me. My cock was getting harder by the minute and I threw my hips at him so there wasn't any doubt what I would be expecting from him.

We stayed like that for quite some time. Kissing and cuddling. "Jim, turn over. I want to cuddle against your rear."

He did and we were soon spooning tightly. My cock was lying up against my belly and I reached down and pushed it down so it could go between his legs and up against the crack of his ass. Once I was in that position I just held him close. He moved his head over his shoulder and turned for me to kiss him again. I did and was holding his hips while pulling them back against my stomach.

"Jim, I told you earlier I was going to want you to do something extra for me tonight. I want to put my cock up your ass and fuck it like a pussy."

"Oh GOD, Jim, your cock is so big you would split me wide open doing that."

"Bob, that's not true. Your ass will open up to accommodate my cock. Trust me. I have done this before with another fellow. It will hurt a little when we start but it will stop after we get going."

"Geez, I dunno."

I'm going to put a bunch of lube on my cock and your ass and we are going to try it. Just shut your mouth. It's going to happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You got it. But if it hurts too much I'll stop."

I lubed up my fingers and first inserted one and then two and finally three. He tossed his ass around a lot when I put the three in him but he quieted down rather fast. I then opened the cheeks of his ass with my fingers and positioned my cock in line with his asshole. I pushed, but his asshole retreated from the pressure. I held his hips tight when I gave the next push and my cock slipped in him a few inches.

"Whew, that hurts a lot Jim."

"Bob, you are doing great. We'll wait a bit before continuing." As I was saying that I kept up a little pressure and slipped in an inch more while I was speaking.

"Bob, I am going in a little more right now." And I slipped in until I had more than five inches in with only a few more to go.

I started to thrust in and out and he was moaning much like a gal getting fucked for the first time. I was going very slowly and with every few thrusts I went in a little more. After a few minutes I was in all the way and fucking that tight tender little ass as gently as I could.

"Bob, I am in you all the way and I know you are enjoying it. I can feel you throwing your ass back at me as I am thrusting in and out of you."

""Jim, I know you like it and I am trying to make it feel better for you."

I was then holding his hips and slipping it in and out of him as tenderly as I could when I pulled out of him and told him to roll over on his back. As soon as he was I moved between his legs and lifted them up on my shoulders and once again thrust my cock deep in his ass. He grunted big time but lifted his hips to give me a clearer shot all the way in. He reached up and pulled me down to his face saying, "Jim, please kiss me." I did and he had his arms around my neck clamping me tightly.

"OK Bob, I am going to start some serious fucking so get ready." As I was saying this I looked down and he was jacking himself off. His cock was so small all he could do was to grab it between his thumb and index and middle fingers. He was stroking away as fast as he could

With that I started to ram my cock as hard and as deep as I could get it. I could feel his sphincter muscles tightening on my shaft and it felt terrific. 

"Jim, go easy." He pleaded.

"Easy hell, I am going to fuck your ass hard you little bitch. You wanted to be my bitch ... didn't you?"

"How did you know?" He asked.

"I just knew by the way you looked at me. Lay there and take it sweet thing. Your ass is mine tonight. I might even do this a few more times before dawn."

"Fuck me Jim. Fuck me."

Oh did I ever. I would bring myself almost to an orgasm and then stop dead waiting for the pressure to subside before starting again. I must have done that ten times before I finely let go.

"Bobbie girl, here it comes. I am shooting some sweet white-hot come deep inside your cunt of an asshole. You can thank me for fucking you."

"Oh God Jim, I can feel it shooting way up inside of me. Keep going, Please."

I kept it in him until I felt every last drop drain out of me. I then let it slip out of him and announced I was going in for a swim to wash off and he might want to join me to get the grease off him. I grabbed a bar of soap and a couple of towels and led him to the waters edge. I knew it was going to feel colder than hell and I didn't want to prolong the agony so I took a few steps in up to my knees and then just crouched down. I was holding the bar of soap in one hand and when I stood up I walked back to the edge and began soaping myself from the waist down. When I finished I tossed the soap to him and turned and crouched back under to get the soap off. He was doing the same thing. I scrambled up on the shore and grabbed one of the towels and got back as close to the fire as I could while I dried off. I was colder than hell but the heat from the fire felt terrific. Bob was only a few seconds behind me and while he was drying off I went into the tent and grabbed a jacket to put on while I was warming up again. When Bob got up to the fire his small dick had shrunk almost inside of him with the cold. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. 

We finished the bottle of wine and opened another before going back in the tent for the night. He wanted to cuddle close but I wanted to spread out and that upset him. 

"Sure, you get me to do what you want and then you just turn your back on me."

"That's not it at all Bob, I need to spread out when I am sleeping. I'll reach over and grab you later during the night. OK?" 

Sometime near morning I did exactly what I had promised him. We were both still naked and I reached over and pulled him to me. He moaned a little but didn't seem to awaken. His back was to me and I was already hard so I thought I would ream his tight little ass again. I spit on my hand and then wiped it on my cock and opened his cheeks with my fingers and pushed the head of my cock to his tiny puckered asshole. I gave a decent push and my head was in.




Good Neighbors



"Oh God, Jim, you are going to kill me." 

I guess he woke up.

"Nah, rest easy Bobbie Girl, I am going to fuck your ass as if it is a pussy. You will enjoy every minute of it."

I pushed some more and another few inches went in him but I am sure he was wishing I had lubed us both up. Too late. He was going to get it this way. A good dry fucking.

I was holding his hips and pulling them back to me when I felt him throwing his ass back at me. I knew it. He loves it.

"Bobbie, one more push....that's it. I am buried."

I started a long slow thrusting. I would pull out until just the head was in him and then drive it hard all the way to the hilt. I could feel his breaths come and go with my motions. It didn't take long before the pressure was rising to my scrotum and my juices were getting ready to make another appearance. There they go ... I was shooting a few long streams deep inside of him. I pumped for another few minutes until I was sure he had gotten it all and then let myself slip out. He was sobbing softly.

"Jim, that hurt a lot."

"Bob, the more we do it and loosen you up the less it will hurt as time goes on."

"Oh, I hope so."

He had turned over on his back and his little cock was sticking up in the air.

"Bobbie, Why don't you jack off. I'd like to see you come."

His hand was soon stroking away and I once again could see him with the flickering flames of the fire. He was biting his lower lip and had his eyes closed. All of a sudden he let out a little yelp and he went into a small convulsion. I reached over and got a flashlight and shone it on the tip of his cock just in time to see a dozen drops fly out of it as his orgasm. Damn, that was pitiful. 

He grabbed a handful of paper towels and wiped up and then rolled over to sleep.

"Get up and make us our breakfast Bob. There are eggs and bacon in the ice chest and if you throw a couple more logs on the fire it should pick right up by the time you are ready to cook."

We fished most of that day and were unbelievably successful. Dinner that night was certainly going to be freshly caught bass. I was wishing I had brought a few more bottles of wine and if I could find out where the nearest place I could buy some I would be heading there before dinner. 

We were fishing side by side and I started to talk about the way he sucked my cock.

"Bob, when you had me in your mouth last night you were going entirely too fast. I like it slow and easy so I can enjoy every bit of your motion."

"Oh, I thought you would like my mouth to move as fast as my hand does when I am jacking you off."

"Well, now that you mention it you move your hand much too fast as well. Sex is enjoyed more if it is slow and easy instead of at a hectic pace. After all, we aren't running a race." 

I reached over and trailed my hand down his jaw very slowly and he just looked at me with his big soft brown eyes. "I'll try and do better Jim."

"I know you will Bobbie. Maybe before dinner I'll let you suck me off again."

"OK. I know I can do better."

I have a gal pal I screw a couple of times a month and I felt certain I could talk her into letting Bob try and get his teenie wienie in her. At least close enough to shoot his load. It would give him the thrill of his life. I decided to ask. 

Knowing the answer full well I asked, "Bob, have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"No, I told you. Gals don't like me and I get nervous around them."

"Would you like to fuck one?"

"Would I? You bet but how am I going to get one to do it for me?" 

"How about if I get a gal pal of mine to fuck both of us in one night? You might have to let her see me fucking your ass. That would turn her on."

"You mean like a circus freak?"

"No, you fool. Different people get turned on by different things and I think that would do it for her."

"Well, I'm game if you think she would." 

That night after dinner we were once again sitting around watching the flames of the fire when I slid my cock out and told him to come over closer. He reached out for it without any prompting on my part and I put a hand on top of his saying, "Hold on. Remember I mentioned that you go at it too fast. Well, I would like for you to just run your fingers up and down my shaft, maybe you could circle the rim of my cock and then trace the veins in my shaft. You can take one hand and cup my balls and massage them lightly. Do all of this before you ever think of stroking me. OK"

That was all I had to say. He performed it perfectly. After he swallowed my load down and we again sat around talking I told him that I would probably want to fuck his ass again but I might just wait until we got home from the trip. I hate to feel the lube all over me and I hated jumping into the lake to wash off even more. He laughed and said he agreed.

The rest of the weekend went about the same. Great fishing, hand and blow jobs and some good food. The trip back on Sunday afternoon was completely uneventful.

When we got near our neighborhood I told him I was going to need a hand carrying the stuff up to my place. He willingly agreed.

I had another motive in mind. As he was putting some of the stuff away in the closets I went into the bath and grabbed a towel and some KY Jelly. I draped the towel over the back of one of the easy chairs in my living room and went over and took him by the hand and led him to the chair. 

"Bobbie Girl, drop your pants. I am going to fuck your pussy ass."

He had his pants down around his ankles in a minute as I was lubing up my cock.

"Bobbie, bend face down over the back of that chair. I'm going to do you right there."

He was moving a little slowly and I gave him a push. "C'mon bitch. Get your ass in gear." That was all he needed. He seems to get turned on when I talk that way to him.

His tight little ass was raised up and I had a clear shot at it. I placed the head of my cock at his asshole and gave a pretty decent push. I slid in a good few inches and then rammed it all the way home. He gulped saying,

"Jim, slow down. Go easy." 

I slapped down at the cheek of his ass saying. "C'mon bitch, get your pussy ass moving. I don't want to do all of the work."

That was all it took. He was throwing his ass back at me as hard as I could handle. My cock was in him up to the hilt and I didn't have to move a muscle as his hips took care of moving his tight little ass. It didn't take much of that before I was letting go and really unloading up his ass. I was still holding his hips and I held them as the last of my juices squirted in him.

"Now Bobbie, that was the best you ever did. Just for that I will get that gal pal of mine to let you fuck her pussy. How about that?"

"Geez, Jim. I did that for you. Not to get you to do something for me."

"No problem Bobbie Boy. One good turn deserves another. Now let's go shower and get cleaned up before you go home."

I called Sally later that night and told her about the weekend. She got excited abut watching me fuck the guys ass and showed a little interest in letting the guy try and fuck her with his tiny cock. I made her promise, under the penalty of beating her ass bloody, that she wouldn't laugh at the size of his cock. She made the promise.

She came over on Friday night but that is another story.



Good Neighbors



The promise of an idle weekend was more than welcome after yet another long week at the office and I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing.

As I started up the staircase that morning in search of that novel I had been meaning to read for quite a while now, I heard my wife's voice come echoing through the house as she called to me. "Honey? I'm going over to check on the kids! I'll be right back, okay?" She didn't wait for my answer either as that brief statement was followed immediately by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

I just smiled to myself.

Our next door neighbors had recently away on a second honeymoon and weren't due to return for at least another week, leaving behind their two children. Before leaving, they had asked my wife Latoya and I to keep an eye on the kids while they were away, clearly worried about wild and riotous parties that would leave their house wrecked. I didn't think they had anything to be worried about to be quite honest as Chris and Michelle Ayers seemed like such a well behaved pair, but I was perfectly happy to help my friend's out anyway.

Well, it was my wife Latoya who was doing all of the checking up on our neighbor's kids. She was constantly going next door to look in on the two of them and make sure they were not up to no good. She had even taken it upon herself to go and cook them at least one meal a day, saying that she was not going to let them try to subsist on fast food and frozen dinners. I did not dare say so out loud, but it was my opinion that her maternal instinct had been triggered and that she was enjoying pretending to be their mother.

Perhaps Latoya and I had made a mistake so long ago when we decided not to have any children of our own.

In any case, I had reached the landing at the top of the stairs when I happened to glance out the window that was there. This particular window provided a view of the Ayers' backyard, but it was somewhat limited by how the houses had been positioned. What had so caught my attention at that moment was the fact that Michelle was in her backyard in what I can only describe as a scandalously brief bikini. Her brother was out there with her, but in that instant I quite naturally only had eyes for the young woman.

With a luxuriant mane of blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and full lips, Michelle Ayers had the face of an angel, but her body was definitely the work of the devil. Her breasts were a little on the small side, but seemed a perfect match for her slender figure, her legs were long and smooth, and her tight little butt looked as if it might have been sculpted by a master artist. All in all, she was a real life wet dream.

Also, since she was just an eighteen year old high school senior, she promised to get even hotter and sexier as time went by!

She was stretched out on one of those folding lawn chairs at the moment working on her tan and so I was able to get quite an eyeful since she was wearing practically nothing. As I lingered where I was to stare and drool and my cock started to stir to life inside my pants, I remembered that I was all alone in the house at the moment.

Perhaps it was due to the shock of seeing so much of the luscious vision next door, but I did not recall exactly why I was alone though.

Belatedly, I noticed that she was talking casually with her brother, who was standing next to her chair and gazing down at her with a smile. 

Chris Ayers was a large and muscular young man about twenty years old, built like the football player he was. His hair was red and cut very short, his eyes were a clear blue, and he had a large roman nose. With a powerful physique like his and a college football player to boot, one might have been forgiven for stereotyping him as a dim-witted bully, but his warm nature, his ready smile, and his boyish freckles belied that notion. As he stood over his sister this morning, I saw that he was dressed in a simple T-shirt with his team's logo and a pair of shorts.

If his sister was a vision of feminine perfection, Chris was easily her masculine equivalent.

I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other of course, but in my mind she was complaining because he was blocking her sun and he was answering that she already had a nice rich tan and that she should get under cover before she starts to burn. I was to quickly discover just how wrong I was.

Even as I watched, Michelle sat up with a great big smile and pulled down the elastic waistband of her brother's shorts with one hand to pull out his already semi-hard cock with the other. She did this quite casually, I must say, hinting that this was not the first time she had taken hold of her brother like this, but I was positively stunned to see this teenaged girl take possession of the older boy's manhood.

Then, without even an instant's hesitation, Michelle pulled her brother's rapidly stiffening dick right up to her lips and went to work on it. Standing there in my own home and watching in shock as she slowly and sensuously licked his shaft and sucked on the bulbous head, my own cock quickly finished getting fully erect and I was compelled to release it from it's painful confinement in my jeans.

Isn't that an odd picture? A man standing on the second floor landing of his own home and slowly stroking his own cock while gazing down into the backyard next door where an act of incest was taking place. 

As the shock began to wear off and my brain started working again, I was a little startled that the pair of them would do something like this out in the open, but then I remembered that their yard was shielded from the view of passers by thanks to a nice high wooden fence. Not only that, but the place they had chosen for their forbidden tryst really was completely invisible even from the upper floor of my house except from this one window - and even then you had to be standing in exactly the right spot to catch a glimpse of them. They probably thought they were completely safe from being observed where they were and they were almost right.

Michelle took her time, I must say, working slowly and quite professionally on her brother's manhood to get it as hard as possible. The skill this girl was showing was yet another hint that this was not exactly the first time those the siblings had gotten their hands on each other. I found myself wishing I had been paying more attention to what was going on next door - perhaps if I had this wouldn't be the first time I was able to enjoy a show like this.

As Chris grew more and more aroused, thoroughly enjoying his sister's efforts on his behalf, I saw him bend forward slightly to untie the thin straps that held together the top part of her bikini. It fell away to land in her lap and those firm young breasts were unleashed. They weren't porn star boobs and big enough to bounce or swing of course, but I was still treated to a wonderful little jiggle. She was blessed with large, dark nipples, I now saw, and I just ached to run my tongue over them.

By the time his sister had stopped nibbling on his cock and begun taking more and more of him into her mouth, he had reached down with one hand to cup one of those sweet little cupcake tits. His other hand was on the back of her head but I saw that even though he had taken hold of a fistful of her hair, he was not actually trying to push more of himself down her throat. No, he was letting her work at her own speed and I think all three of us were very happy about that.

Michelle was proving herself to be quite an accomplished deep throat artist and I was amazed to see just how much of her brother was disappearing into her mouth. 

As I watched her head slowly move back and forth, my hand was going faster and faster on my own dick until I found just the right speed and rhythm. As my legs grew wobbly beneath me, I had to lean my shoulder up against the wall next to the window to keep from falling down since I was not about to stop beating off.

Chris was younger than I and clearly had a lot more stamina as he was still making the girl work for his cum when I was already growing close to shooting off. In fact, it would later seem to me that I was ready to cum awfully quick, but in my defense just let me remind you that I was standing there watching the wildest, the hottest, and the most unexpected sex show live and in person.

That's when it happened.

I was just about to reach my orgasm when the back door of the Ayers home opened and who should walk out to join the incestuous couple but my very own wife! In a flash, I suddenly remembered that the reason she wasn't at home right now was because she had been going next door. Knowing my conservative, church-going wife as I did, I was absolutely certain that she was going to be horrified by the scene she had just stumbled across and would read those kids the riot act. The show was over.

Fortunately though, I'd had just enough time before this interruption to finish what I was doing. Before the siblings could break apart in surprise at her sudden appearance and pretend that they hadn't really been fooling around, before my wife could start screaming about how wicked and sinful the act of incest was, I let out a deep groan and sent a stream of my pearly white seed splattering all over the window in front of me.

As I stood there and panted, trying to recover after my biggest orgasm in a very long time, I gradually started to notice something odd was happening next door.

My wife was not screaming in horror at the discovery that our neighbors were indulging in that most forbidden kind of sex, she was not lecturing them, and she certainly wasn't demanding that they stop this very instant and never do anything like this again. Indeed, she didn't look at all perturbed and was standing there just looking at the pair with a big grin on her face.

Her smile never dimming one iota, he said something to them and once more I wished desperately that I could hear what was going on over there as well as see it. I gave some serious consideration to opening the window just a little to see if I would be able to hear them then, but discarded the idea because I was afraid that somebody over there would see or hear the window opening and hurry inside where I wouldn't be able to watch them anymore. 

The young couple didn't seem at all bothered to suddenly find her standing there either and broke apart just enough to smile back at her and apparently to offer her a very friendly greeting. That took only a moment though and then Michelle was once more trying to get all of her brother's big cock into her mouth at once. Letting go of his sister's breast at last, Chris straightened and reached out with that hand to my wife. Latoya took it willingly and allowed herself to be drawn in close to the young couple. 

I just stood there and stared at all of this, unable to fully comprehend that the woman I thought I knew so well should be behaving in this fashion. It was just so entirely out of character for her! So, she already knew that our neighbors were doing this? She didn't have any sort of problem with it? This was amazing to me! Outrageous even! Could it be that she was even cheating on me with those two? I certainly hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary lately, but it would certainly explain why she was always going over there.

That last question was quickly answered as just as soon as Latoya had strayed to close as Chris suddenly released her hand so that he could throw his arm around her middle and jerk her right up against his side. My wife just seemed to laugh at being manhandled like that and rather than complain just pressed her lips to his in a long, deep kiss.

I have to admit that I am the jealous sort of husband - I once got myself into trouble in fact when I thought some guy was coming on to my wife and actually tried to punch him in the nose. Knowing this, I was more than a little surprised that I didn't feel even one ounce of annoyance or anger at seeing Latoya in such a position with the next door neighbors. I had the complete opposite reaction actually and found myself getting another erection already!

Latoya and Chris did a very thorough job of kissing each other, I noticed. I didn't even want to think about how long it had been since she and I kissed like that. Perhaps the reason why I hadn't noticed that my wife was cheating on me with our neighbor's kids for the simple reason that I just wasn't paying enough attention to her? That was perfectly possible unfortunately, but she certainly had my full attention now.

Suddenly pushing herself free of the younger man's embrace with a big grin, Latoya slipped around behind him and went down on her knees. He was unable to turn to follow her of course since his sister was still sucking on his cock, but it became apparent that he wasn't supposed to. Reaching up, my wife tugged the boy's shorts all the way down so that they landed in a pile around his feet.

My eyes were very wide as Latoya leaned in then and, holding onto Chris by the hips, used the tip of her tongue to give his puckered asshole a little tickle. I was just astonished, never imagining that she might ever be willing to do something that seemed so . . . dirty as give someone a rimjob. 

What wasn't so surprising was how very much I envied that young man at this moment as he was assaulted from the front and the back. Oh, God, would I have done anything to trade places with Chris right then. As you might expect, my hand was a blur on my rock hard cock now and I was once again unable to hold off the onrushing climax for any length of time.

At the exact same time that I was shooting another load of cum all over that window, Chris also reached the breaking point. He must have offered Michelle some warning as she chose the exact right moment to pull back so that he could give her a nice mouthful of seed to swallow. She hungrily gulped down everything he gave her, greedily making sure she got every last drop.

Latoya and Michelle relented now that Chris had finally had his orgasm and so he stumbled a step or two out from in between them on legs that had become rubbery. It was very lucky for him that he managed to quickly get his feet out of his fallen shorts or he might have tripped and come crashing down on his face!

Getting off her lawn chair at last, Michelle dashed over to plant a passionate kiss on the lips of my still kneeling wife. Latoya kissed her back firmly, reaching up with both hands to claim the teenager's breasts. This was yet another shock for poor old me as I had never imagined that my little wife might be into other women in any way, shape or form. More kisses and a brief conversation followed, then Michelle suddenly turned and hurried back into the house.

This left my wife all alone that backyard with Chris and he came back to help Latoya back up to her feet. They kissed and talked for a little and then he stepped back out of the way and I got to watch my wife strip for another man.

If it could be said that Chris and Michelle were virtual paragons of physical perfection, the same could not be said for Latoya. 

Cruel gravity, the inexorably passing years, and a relatively sedentary lifestyle had conspired to add more than a few extra pounds to her frame and to make her once full and generously sized breasts sag, but also added on some character lines, wrinkles, and stretch marks. 

That she wasn't still the vibrant beauty queen I'd fallen in love with back in college was just one of the excuses I had long used to justify the fact that I wasn't paying as much attention to her as I used to. She sure has let herself go, I can remember grumbling to myself on more than one occasion. 

My whole attitude was changed though as I stood at that window and watched her slowly and sensuously strip herself down to her birthday suit while another man observed and enjoyed her performance. Her shoes were casually kicked off, then her blouse was removed to reveal her still large breasts tightly contained in a lacy bra, and finally her snugly fitting slacks came off to expose long legs and a pair of panties that just barely big enough to cover her most intimate treasure. 

As she did a little posing and posturing for him to show herself off to this boy only half her age, it was quite evident from his response that Chris liked what he saw a lot. Suddenly looking at her with fresh eyes now, I had to agree that there was a lot to like. 

Latoya might be a little overweight, but she was not grossly obese or anything. Indeed, the extra weight actually seemed to improve her shapely figure, in my opinion. She also really was still a strikingly beautiful woman with shoulder-length jet black hair, eyes that were big and brown, and wondrously soft skin the same rich color as coffee. It had been a very long time since I really just looked at my wife like this and, even though I was spying on her right now as she cheated on me, I could not help but fall in love with her all over again.

I don't know who was getting harder faster at that moment as we intently watched the same woman get undressed - me or Chris.

My neighbor's son took a step forward then, hoping to steal a kiss from my wife and get his hands on her fabulous body, but she just laughed gaily and held him off with one hand. She was not yet naked and it looked to me like she was determined to have all of her clothing off before she let these two kids have their way with her.

Latoya pulled off her bra next. As that frilly little undergarment fell to the ground, those big breasts came bouncing and swinging free in the very way I had so missed just now when Michelle's top had come off. I've always been a huge fan of nice, big breasts and I make no apologies or excuses for that and the sight of Latoya's boobs were now making me drool just as much as they had when we first met back in college. 

The final article of clothing to be removed was Latoya's panties and I was shocked to see that she had shaved off every last strand of her pubic hair. When had she done that? Just how long had it really been since I saw my own wife in the buff? How long had it been since she and I last had sex? I had a sinking feeling that it had been a very long time indeed and so I could hardly blame my wife for going elsewhere in search of sex and romance.

Now that she was completely bare, there was no longer any denying Chris. He stepped forward again and took her into his arms in a crushing embrace, kissing her fiercely and deeply. Latoya returned both the embrace and the passionate kiss, her hands moving down his back to grab hold of his taut butt.

Michelle came back outside at that point and, though she had lost the bottom half of her itty bitty bikini, she was not naked. Instead, she had put on what looked like a fearsomely large strap-on dildo and was carefully smearing some kind of lubricant all over the full length of the sex toy even as she rejoined the others. 

I had to gasp at the sight of that dildo, hardly able to make myself believe that monster would fit into any part of my wife.

When Chris and Latoya came up for air at long last and saw that Michelle was back and now well armed, the couple pulled apart and moved over to the lawn chair. It took them just a few moments to arrange themselves, which was yet another hint that this was familiar territory for all three of them.

Chris was the first onto the folding chair, lying on his back with his manhood standing proudly over him. Latoya came next, straddling the young man and slowly lowering herself so that his thick shaft rode easily up into her cunt. Michelle took a moment to apply a little of the lube to my wife's bottom, then positioned herself so that she also straddled Chris but was immediately behind my wife.

It obviously wasn't easy to get that big dildo fully sheathed inside my wife's tight little ass even with that liberal coating of lubricant, but it was clear to me that Michelle and Latoya knew what they were doing and didn't doubt for an instant that the two women had ample experience with that mighty tool.




Good Neighbors



So, I stood there at that upstairs window and beat myself off to an amazing third climax in a very short time while watching as my wife was given a good, hard fucking from both the front and the back just yards away in the backyard of my next door neighbors. It was just such an exquisite moment that I honestly didn't mind in the least that she was betraying me and our marriage in the most personal and intimate way possible.

Squirming and writhing in sheer ecstasy between Chris and Michelle, thoroughly enjoying having her pussy and her ass pounded hard and deep simultaneously, with her big breasts firmly grasped in the hands of the young man beneath her, Latoya was just driven out of her mind by the those two. Dipping her head down, Latoya pressed her mouth to Chris' in a deep, passionate kiss at least in part to muffle the wild shrieks of pleasure that must have been threatening to bubble up out of them both.

She was trying very hard to make sure that no one outside of that suburban backyard knew what the three of them were doing, not knowing that I had already accidentally stumbled onto the full truth and was watching every move she and her two young lovers made. I resolved that I would soon let her know that I had discovered her secret.

The sight of Chris and Latoya coming in what had to be huge and earth-shaking orgasms just seemed to set me off and I sent a third load of my cum splashing all over that window.

It took me several long moments of leaning against that wall on wobbly legs, panting hard and waiting for my furiously pounding heart to slow down again to recover from this third big orgasm. I wasn't as young as I used to be and it had been a long time since I had put myself through such a work out.

Down below me, my wife and those kids also needed some time to recover, but not nearly so much as I did. Chris and Michelle still had the boundless energy of youth of course, but it was amazing to me just how quickly my wife caught her second wind. She was clearly in much better shape than I had been giving her credit for and I expected that it was because she got in a whole lot of exercise with her two young lovers.

To my utter dismay, the three of them slowly and awkwardly disconnected themselves from each other then and then hurried into the Ayers' home. They were rushing off to continue their lovemaking in more comfortable surroundings and I guess I couldn't realistically blame them for wanting to do that, but I cursed bitterly over the fact that I wouldn't be able to watch them anymore. 

I actually gave some serious consideration to going outside and then hurrying next door to see if there was an open window I would be able to watch them through so that I could see what else they might be up to, but I soon discarded that idea. I was convinced that one of our other neighbors would spot me running around the Ayers home trying to peek in the windows, assume that I was some kind of weirdo, and call the cops on me. I would never live it down if they also recognized who I was!

I finally decided that I really had no choice but to just sit down, relax, and wait for my wife to finish and come back home. It was just as well too as I realized that I would have to think through very carefully what I was going to say when next I saw her.

As it happened though, I was far too distracted by all of the shocking things I had just witnessed to actually sit still for even a moment, much less to come up with a good way to broach the subject with my wife. When she finally came back home about an hour and a half later, I had worked myself into quite a lather, let me tell you. Now that she had come back to me, I desperately needed to be with her.

"It's just as well that I did go over there," she was saying as she saw me coming towards her, continuing the lie she had told me as an excuse to go next door in the first place. "These young people today just don't understand how bad for you fast food is."

I was barely aware of her words though, my entire being absolutely consumed by an unquenchable need to make love to the most beautiful woman in all the world, the woman I loved with all my heart, with my own wife.

She squealed in surprise when I caught hold of her arm and swiftly dragged her into the living room to push her down onto the couch. Before she could protest against my manhandling her and demand an explanation though, I had fallen upon her.

I pressed kiss after feverish kiss to her lips, probing her mouth with my tongue and feeling certain that I could taste there another man's cum and a woman's tangy juices. I pawed and groped at her heavy breasts with all of the finesse of an octopus and when my clumsy fingers couldn't get it unbuttoned fast enough, I finally resorted to just ripping her blouse open, sending the buttons flying in all directions. Rather than pull her back up off the couch so that I could unfasten the catch of her bra and remove that piece of lingerie, I instead pulled down it's cups so that I could have access to her wonderful tits.

Stunned by this sudden and very unexpected attack and seemingly under assault from all directions at once, Latoya didn't have any idea of how to react to all of this at first. She didn't try to push me off her and escape, but nor did she kiss me back or try to get into my pants. 

Yes, up until this point, she had been able to do nothing but let me have my way with her. All of that finally started to change when I grabbed up her breasts in both hands and buried my face in all of that soft, tender flesh. This was when Latoya was finally able to start gathering her wits about her again.

"Um, Lionel . . ." she ventured uncertainly as I continued to enjoy her bosom, her voice sounding husky and breathless. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but . . ." She gasped suddenly as my teeth caught one of her big nipples, tugging and nibbling on it. "Oh, my goodness!" she moaned, her hands rising to hold my head. "What brought all of this on?"

I couldn't be bothered to answer her, though. I needed to make love to my sweet wife far too much to be interested in having a conversation with her right now.

Soon enough, I was moving even farther down my wife's body. I jerked off her shoes and sent them flying across the room without too much concern about where they might land. I hastily tore open her pants and got them hauled off in a flash. I was too impatient to also take the time to peel off her panties, so I instead pushed her legs wide apart, dropped to the ground in front of her and used my fingers to pull the flimsy material of her undergarment aside to reveal Latoya's delicious pussy. Without a moment's hesitation, I thrust my head between her legs and started to voraciously devour her. 

I feel sure that she must have done some freshening up before coming home to me to conceal the fact that she had just committed adultery, but I also fancied that I could still taste both Chris and Michelle between her legs. Certainly, it was obvious that both her cunt and her ass had played host to that gigantic dildo I had seen.

Using my mouth and fingers to their best advantage, I inexorably and relentlessly drove my wife to a grand total of three screaming orgasms before I was satisfied and ready to move on.

As she lay limp and gasped for breath, exhausted after everything that had happened to her next door and then from her husband's onslaught, I now did pull her panties off to get them well and truly out of the way. I followed this by rising to my feet, kicking off my shows, and then hurriedly, if clumsily, taking off my pants and underwear.

Having remembered at long last just how desirable a woman my wife was, having seen her in action with two of my next door neighbors, and now seeing her lying sprawled and helpless in front of me, I was a mindless animal at that point. With my cock harder than it had ever been before and positively aching to be inside Latoya's pussy, I just fell on her and lost no time at all in getting myself buried inside her.

There was no love or romance in me at that moment. I was a wild and rutting animal and I spent a good long time banging myself into her as hard and as deep as I possibly could. Always before when I had bedded this woman I had been a caring and gentle lover and she had certainly seemed to appreciate and enjoy it, but this time I just ravished her and, if anything, she seemed to like it even more.

She was lost in the throes of a wild and powerful series of multiple orgasms when I finally could hold it off no longer and shot a big load of my cum deep into her boiling cunt.

We were both too exhausted in the aftermath of this cataclysmic event to think, much less move and so all I could do was collapse bonelessly on top of her. 

It felt like hours later before there was any movement in that living room, but eventually Latoya's arms wrapped around me loosely. 

"Wow," she moaned in a hoarse, shaky voice. "That was just incredible, Lionel. Where did that come from?"

Weakly levering myself up and off of her just a little so that I could look into her eyes, I told her, "I accidentally found a spot at the top of the stairs a little while ago that gave me a very interesting view of the Ayers' backyard."

Latoya's expression immediately went from satisfied and a little dazed all the way to alarmed and very nervous. Surely, the kind of homecoming she had just received should have reassured her that all was well, but she was obviously still worried. "Um, I'm not sure I know what you mean . . ." she hedged, probably not wanting to confess to cheating on me if all I had seen was Chris and Michelle committing incest.

"I know that your having an affair, Latoya. I saw you out there fooling around with Chris and Michelle."

Her eyes were wide and full of fear and I suspect she must have felt trapped on that couch with most of my weight on top of her. "Please, Lionel," she pleaded, "just let me explain . . ."

I kissed her deeply, trying my best to reassure her. "It's all right, my love," I told her sincerely, holding her eyes with my own. "Seeing you being loved by someone else was just what I needed to wake me up. All of a sudden, I've remembered what a gorgeous and wonderful wife I have. I've also realized just how much I've been neglecting your needs."

She could hardly believe her ears, unable to believe that her jealous husband was not ready to skin her alive for betraying him like this. "Really? Are you sure . . .?" She just could not believe that I was not furious with her. It was true though that the stereotypical reaction to a husband catching his wife red-handed like this was for him to explode angrily and serve the wife with divorce papers.

"I'm very sure," I told her firmly, giving her another long and loving kiss. "I'm going to be a much better husband to you from now on."

"Well, it's not all your fault, you know. There are so many ways in which I could have been a better wife to you. I assume you don't want me to not see Chris and Michelle anymore, right?"

I actually laughed out loud at that. "Are you kidding? The only thing in the world that is almost as good as fucking you myself is seeing you with those two kids! I want you to keep screwing them, but I also want to be able to watch the three of you."

This all seemed to good to be true to my wife and it showed on her face. "You want me to keep cheating on you? You want to actually watch me cheat on you?"

"That's right!" I told her enthusiastically. "But you know what? I'd also really like to be able to join in the fun! Do you think that would be okay? Could you talk Chris and Michelle into it?"

She looked a little thoughtful at this. "I don't know about Michelle, dear. She's into lean, muscular guys like her brother and you have to admit that you've put on a lot of weight."

It was only now that my happy smile slipped. I pushed myself farther up and off of her and looked down at my gut and was a little dismayed by it's size. Michelle and Latoya were quite right in saying that I had let myself get fat and out of shape. Perhaps a better diet and a little exercise would help? What better incentive was there to get someone to start eating right and going to the gym?

"On the other hand," Latoya continued, "I don't doubt it would take much convincing to get Chris to fuck you. He's got a bit of a thing for you, you know?"

"Chris?!" I hadn't had any problem with the idea of sharing Latoya and Michelle with the young man, but I wasn't sure about the idea of actually having sex with him. "I'm not gay, honey."

"Chris, Michelle, and I aren't either, honey. We're all bisexual though. In all honesty, I've always believed that deep down everyone really is bi." She looked at my doubtful expression and gave me a grin. "Look, I was pretty hesitant the first time Michelle wanted to have sex with me, but it's really not so weird to fuck someone your own gender as you think. In fact, it's proven to be some of the hottest sex of my life! It's so different from everything I was used to."

I was still uncertain, but promised her that I would think about it.

"You do that, honey," she encouraged me. "Just keep an open mind, take as much time as you need to think it through, and then tell me what you've decided."

"I will."

"Good. Now how about we go upstairs to bed? I think you and I need to spend a little time getting reacquainted."



Good Neighbors



Recently I had been out of town on a business trip, but returned yesterday morning on the early AM flight. I had taken the day off work so I could relax after a stressful few days, and just have some 'hang time' at the house. 

When I got home my wife (Tera) greeted me in the door wearing a long soft yellow (almost sheer) silk skirt, low cut top, and tall platform wedge shoes with little white ankle straps. I was flat out surprised. 

You have to understand my wife is a total soccer mom, and never wears skirts or anything not good for chasing down kids unless it is a special occasion. She looked sexy, and slinky, so I knew something was up right away. 

My wife has delt with having twins pretty well, but she is not in college shape anymore. Her body is completely fine with me since I like the new BBW style butt, and overall shape. That said, she is 5'6", approximately 190 lbs (I think), with a solid C-Cup, and roughly a size 11-12, with shorter blond hair, big green eyes, and she has a great pair of legs. 

After lunch the kids went with their friends to the pool since it was about 100 degrees outside. When the house was empty I went to see about why my wife was curiously 'out of uniform'. 

I asked if it was a new skirt, and what was the occasion. She replied with a low key "I went shopping the other day, and wanted a change of pace." Fair enough answer I guess.

I then followed up with. "I really like it. You look great." Adding; "I have not seen you in a skirt hanging around the house for a while now." 

Casually she answered, "I had some frozen margaritas the other night with Bill and Cindy next door, and a few of their friends, I wanted to wear something other than Mom clothes." She added, "Amber (our mommy's helper) stayed with the kids while I went next door." Again, she had a very reasonable response, but I still had a funny feeling that something was up. 

A few more questions revealed it had been a nice little party with a few of their friends. It was all very low key, and sounded like a fun evening. I was bummed I had missed it, they are good people, and always fun to hang out with. 

I was moving on to another subject when my wife said "Did you know they got a new hot tub? A big 10 seat spa right on the back porch" she followed with a big smile.

Screeching halt, backtrack..."Yeah?" I replied. "I know Bill had been talking about one, but I did not know when they were planning on getting it." 

Now my mind was fixed on, new hot tub, my wife in a sexy skirt, heels, a frozen drink party, and the neighbors. A mountain of an older black man, his more than cute enough wife Cindy, their equally large buddy Marcus (who I had met helping move in a sofa), and Marc's curvy Hispanic wife, Rose.

I have seen Bill checking my wife's ass at neighborhood BBQs etc... but I never brought it up to her as an option since a main philosophy of mine is "Don't crap where you eat." We have played before, but it was always while on vacation, or a special night out. It was always arranged, in a pretty controlled situation, I had always been there, and it was never with someone we "really know." I have seen her with others, and always enjoyed it; but thinking about her with the older black man I have seen tend his lawn to perfection almost every weekend for 5 years made me rock hard instantly. I was surprised at how much and quickly this little thought had turned me on. 

I asked "Did you get to try it out?" 

She smiled over her shoulder "Yeah, it was great! We had a really good time. Bill makes amazing margaritas, and he doesn't have it very warm since it's so hot out. Nice and cool..." 

By this point my pants looked like I had gone camping and pitched my tent. She had gone next door, spent time in the hot tub with Bill, Cindy, and company? This had the makings of a world class fantasy and I missed it! Cindy is a smoking hot redhead, and I have never seen her in a swimming suit. She is getting older and no longer has the yoga toned butt you could bounce marbles off, but still has great curves. Bill is 6'1", black, former military, and built like a brick shit house. I think he used to jump out of planes with a big ass gun or something.

I decided I needed more detail. "Did you have to run home for your suit?"

"Well, we were all pretty drunk, and I did not want to risk waking the kids." Staring casually, I let her continue; "so we just hung our legs in and sat on the edge to cool off, at first."

"At first?" I replied; trying not to show my excitement. I had already sat down on the couch to hide my erection while she continued telling me about the evening.

"At first, we just had our legs in, but it was too hot, so we had to get in all the way to cool off." My wife said casually. "I have not gone skinny dipping since high school, but Bill's monster marg's hit me and it sounded like a good idea."

Feigning shock, I just looked at her as she sat down next to me. "You were naked with the neighbors?" I said. "Did anything else happen?"

Knowing how much this sort of thing turned me on, and seeing I was clearly not upset by this little party, she continued to tell me about her evening. Cindy, and Bill's friend's wife Rose, did a few body shots off of each other, and then started kissing. I guess they had kicked the whole thing off with quite the show, but Rose said the chemicals in the water were killing her contacts. Cindy had gone inside with Rose to "help her clean her contacts", and did not come out again that night.

My wife had been left with Rose's husband 'Marcus' and Bill drinking frozen margaritas on the edge of the hot tub. After Cindy and Rose's show Marc was hard as a rock, and sitting on the edge of the tub across from my wife. 

"His dick is as thick as a coke can, and this long honey." She said, holding up her hands roughly 8-9 inches apart, still very impressed.

Bill had stepped to the side mixing up some more drinks and asked my wife "Tera, would you help Marc out sweetie? He is having trouble relaxing." She explained it as if it was the only logical choice in the situation. She just had to suck his cock, Bill had asked for her help, and he was a good neighbor dammit.

My wife then went on explaining in detail how she began sucking Marc's dick as he leaned back on the side of the tub. Long, slow, and deep sucks; using her tongue, mouth, and hand in perfect timing. She is a gifted fellatio artist. While she was busy going down on Marc, Bill had slipped in behind her, and started to eat her pussy. (a side note: my wife calls it her 'cookie') Bill was apparently pretty skilled because she said she came right away. Bill, who is also very well endowed, but not like Marc apparently, gently worked his meat inside her while she was bent over sucking Marc off. She said it felt so good, and she had always wanted to try two really endowed men at once. "It felt so deep and full I couldn't even think" she told me.

I guess Bill and Marc took turns passing her back and forth until she swallowed each of their loads. My wife explained she had "never seen so much cum" when Marc shot in her mouth. "It was like a garden hose!" shooting uncontrollably out of her mouth around the sides she exclaimed. When Bill came she took it as deep as she could, "he (Bill) held me down on his cock until I gagged", and then told her she needed to "swallow it all" when he shot his load down her throat. She said "Bill had a sweet taste", and he was "not too sticky." I am not much of a cum aficionado, and have had a limited sampling, but it was all sticky and salty in my experience.

Once she finished the recounting of Bills party; I had pretty much shot my load in my pants, but still wanted to see my wife's cookie to 'check for damage' like I had loaned him my truck. I lifted her nice yellow silk skirt, was surprised she did not have any panties on, and her 'cookie' was shaved totally clean. She was always opposed to 'going girl scout' for me, negotiating down to a 'Brazilian'. This was a "to the roots" trim job, however, and it looked like it was fresh. To top the smooth surprise off it seemed her pussy had apparently been used that morning.

I leaned in, and gave her a few licks. There was an unmistakable taste of Eros lube on her, and she was so smooth I buried myself as deep as I could to taste it all. She was moaning, and rocking her hips a bit as I licked the sweet taste of my neighbors cum from my wife's pussy.

After I had my fill I sat up and asked "Did you see Bill this morning?" 

"He came over while the kids were at your moms" she said with a flushed voice. "I needed him to check the AC, it popped a breaker yesterday."

"He helped with the AC so you left him cum in your cookie?" I interjected sarcastically.

"Well, it's been so hot, and I really wanted that AC fixed" my wife shot back. "Once the air was back on I felt like it was my duty as a good neighbor to give him a little."

So far I have been horny as hell today, and spent a good bit of the afternoon writing about it to keep all the details fresh in my head. 

I just saw Bill as I went to check the mail. "Hey neighbor!" he boomed, "I kept a eye on her while you were gone"

"She mentioned you were pretty handy." I said smoothly "Hope we did not put you out at all."

"No trouble at all" Bill grinned, "No trouble at all, my pleasure!"

Of that I am certain... 



Good Neighbors



I just sat down and swiveled around to my desk in my home office still not believing what just happened. I have a home office on the second floor of our home that more serves as a hobby room than an office. This summer it has become my favorite room in the house. You see, it overlooks our new neighbors back yard and pool. They moved in late November and because of the season we had not seen much of them except coming and going to and from work and such. Although mildly curious, I had no idea at the time how completely my curiosities were going to be satisfied.

Around the end of March as it began to warm I noticed the wife more often working in her backyard gardening or maintaining their pool. As inconspicuous as I attempted to be I believe on more than one occasion she caught me watching her. It was always a slight cock of her head as her eyes moved across our house and my office window. She never waved or said hello and I usually kept the blinds merely cracked, seldom pulled up.

We finally met face to face the middle of April. She, Erica, and her husband Tom were doing some yard work out front one Saturday morning as I was leaving to play golf. It was difficult to maintain concentration with Tom as Erica just said a polite hello and continued with her yardwork. She is just under five feet and looks to weigh about 120. She was wearing cut-offs and a tank top that really showed off what had to be very full B-cups. With a cute grin, curly brown hair and wonderfully shaped legs she was, to say the least, a sight to enjoy. Hopefully hiding my interest in his wife I managed to get through our first meeting with an agreement to get together for drinks.

It was very soon after that meeting that Erica began enjoying the sun and I began enjoying watching her. At first she would come out to her backyard in a bikini and sit in a deck chair and read. Her body was very nice indeed, much nicer than I had imagined. I could never tell what she read but I figured they were the normal fair for middle aged wives. A couple of weeks went by with her normal after work or weekend sunning and then everything changed. One day after work she came out in cutoffs and a button down blouse. She had her drink and her book, everything looked to be normal or so I thought. After about five minutes of reading, she looked around and I thought she looked right at my office window then proceeded to unbutton her blouse and pull it apart revealing her wonderful breasts.

My office window is only about 25 yards from their pool and where Erica had set herself up to sun was in perfect view. My suspicions of her breasts were confirmed, they were very full C's and she had the nicest medium sized light areolas. It was apparent that she did not often sunbathe nude because her breasts were accented by wonderful tan lines causing them to stand out even more. I wanted to reach out and cup them in my palms, the idea alone was causing a slight arousal in my drawers. She continued to read for a bit, then again looked around. What happened next just floored me. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts and slipped them off. There just 20 or so yards from me was this attractive woman in nothing more than a pair of blue plaid bikini panties sunning. When she began to apply her tanning oil it was more than I could take. 

As she poured the oil on her chest and belly I pulled my growing member from my shorts. She slowly massaged the oil onto her breasts, shoulders and belly while I stroked. With the aide of my pre-cum my hand easily glided over the head of my hard cock and just as her fingertips slipped under the waistband of her panties I filled my other hand with cum trying desperately not to make a big mess. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have this little sun nymph living right next door.

This same scenario took place a couple of times a week for the next couple of weeks. She would come out, read for a few minutes then slowly undress and spread her tanning oil over her body. She would linger on her breasts and even took to pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers as she rubbed the oil in. I began to believe she was giving me a little show and it was a show I was enjoying very much. As I watched her massage her glistening body I would stroke off in my office, wanting more and more to get my hands, and tongue on her body.

A couple of weeks went by like this and then we ran into each other out in the front yard. Seems our neighbors had wanted to invite us over for burgers and beer the following weekend. It sounded great to me although I was wondering to myself if I was going to be able to contain myself. It was a wonderfully sunny Saturday afternoon when we finally got together. We were all in swimming attire and Erica had even bought a new bikini for the occasion. At least it was one I had not yet seen. My wife Gina, who by the way is very nice on the eyes at 5' 8" and 135 pounds, a nice shape with gorgeous long legs, was looking very nice in her one-piece suite. Nice enough that I believe I caught Tom checking her out on more than one occasion, or was that just my guilt? At any rate, the afternoon proceeding nicely as we got aquatinted and relaxed a bit. I was very proud of the way in which I was diverting my attentions from my delightful sun nymph.

While out by the pool I was shocked to notice the view my neighbor had from her pool side seat. I had intentionally left the blinds open the way they were when I watched her sunning. She could clearly see me seated facing away from my desk and looking out towards her pool. Fortunately she did not have the vantagepoint to see what I was doing as I watched! I probably turned a bit red at the thought and when I looked over across the pool, there stood Erica eyeing me sheepishly then she winked and smiled. Damn I had been busted but she seemed to enjoy the little game we were playing. After that the visit was uneventful until the end of the evening. We were all in the kitchen straightening up and Erica passed behind me. As she did she brushed her breasts against my back while holding onto my arm. It could have been innocent enough but I didn't think so and was soon to find out it was just a hint.

The following Wednesday I finished up work early and got home just after lunch. I wasn't really thinking about it but was pleasantly surprised to see Erica out in her backyard when I went upstairs to turn on the computer. She was working around her pool as usual bouncing around in her little tank top. Knowing now that she could see me up here made it a little game to see how long it would take her to notice me watching. She looked to be very busy even having to wipe the sweat from her brow a time or two and it didn't look as though she even looked up at me. I was very disappointed when after about twenty minutes of toil she went inside. I turned my attentions back to my computer and kept myself busy half an hour or so.

I looked back out the window just in hopes that she would be out and sure enough there she was kicked back in her chair. Erica must have come right back out because I had missed her removing her top and shorts. She was already glistening from her tanning oil and her hand was dipped down into her panties. My cock was quickly responding because I was sure she knew I could see her. I was just about to pull my buddy from my pants when she looked up to my window, smiled and got up and went inside. Damn, she is going to start playing a little teasing game. I don't think I could have been more disappointed maybe even a little pissed, but well, there I sat in my office getting sexy shows from my nice looking neighbor. I should be considering myself lucky. I turned back to my work just a bit unsatisfied.

It wasn't another twenty minutes later and my doorbell was ringing. I was more than surprised to see Erica there in one of her sexy tanks and a pair of silk jogging shorts. She acted as though she had just returned from grocery shopping instead of from playing with her self in the backyard. We said hey and she explained that she was having some computer problems. Because she remembered from the get together the other weekend that I worked with computers she asked if I thought I could help her out; if I wasn't too busy. I told her I would be happy to help her out and followed her over.

Their computer was in a spare room turned into an office with a nice big computer desk, a day bed under the window, a coffee table and a huge overstuffed chair. I made myself comfortable at the computer and Erica pulled the big chair over to where she could watch what I was doing to her machine. Watching her fine ass wiggle about in her jogging shorts as she pulled the chair, which was bigger than she was, about made my cock stand at attention. I could not help but think how nice it would be to please this woman who I had been watching for four months now. As difficult as it was to focus my attentions I did find the problem with her computer and corrected it pretty quickly.

While it was rebooting I pushed the desk chair back from the computer to visit and Erica immediately tossed off her sandals and set her feet on my right leg. I instinctively took a foot in my hands and began to massage the most adorable little feet with cute light pink nail polish on her toes. She surprised me by lightly closing her eyes and letting out the most wonderfully sexy moan.

We had just been making small talk about computers but when she opened her eyes she looked straight at me and said, "You know I can see you watching me tan out by the pool don't you?" 

I was a little caught off guard but just from rubbing her feet I had already begun to get a little aroused as well. I told her I thought she could and wasn't that the idea? She moaned again and smiled as I continued with the massage.

"Does it get you excited" she asked "to see me naked in my backyard I mean?"

"Very much so," I answered, "Do you enjoy knowing I'm watching you?"

"Yes I do, she shyly giggled, "very much. In fact, I usually get so horny I come inside and bring myself off."

"I like the idea that I help make your pussy wet" I confessed. "It is a huge turn on knowing that I have helped you orgasm."

This talk and rubbing on her feet had my 6 ½" cock so hard, I believe with just a little help I would have cum in my pants.

She surprised me again by pulling her tank top off while asking, "You have been wanting to get a close look at these too I bet?"

Her breasts, nice and full, bounced as her tank slipped over them and she shook her hair out as she threw the shirt to the floor. She was very proud of her perfectly matching breasts. Their nice fullness tipped by delicious looking tight nipples were telling of her state of arousal. This really was exciting her.

As I nodded yes, I pulled the foot I had been rubbing up to my lips and placed small kisses on her toes from little to big. Once I got to the big toe I let my tongue slip around it and was amazed at her reaction. I thought she was melting into the big chair as she moaned and massaged her own breasts. Spreading her toes with my fingers I sucked each toe into my mouth and played them with my tongue. Her hand left her breasts and slipped under the waistband of her jogging shorts. I could see her hand heading straight for what I was sure by now to be a very wet little chonch. 

She looked up at me, smiled and asked, "please don't stop."

I never had any intention to stop at all.

Her fingers were working wonders in her shorts and I began to smell the wonderful musky scent of her arousal. I wanted so much to taste her sweetness. Her one hand was alternating between breasts; cupping them, caressing... rolling her nipples between her fingers. A show I was certain was mostly for my benefit. 

I continued to suck and lick on her toes wanting so much to be sucking on her clitoris. I sat the one foot down on my leg and picked up the other. She responded by pulling the desk chair a little closer to her and spreading her legs in a very relaxed manner. I could now see up the leg of her shorts and was treated to slight glimpses of a nicely trimmed muff. Her fingers moving over and over, in and out... I could hear her juices getting mixed by her efforts.

As I sucked on her toes only stopping to lick the bottoms of her feet from time to time she really began to get into her masturbation. She was rocking in the overstuffed chair virtually fucking her hand, nearer and nearer to orgasm, her breasts rolling up and down in slow rhythm with her fingers. Now and again she looked up and through her dreamy eyes we made contact and she shyly smiled as her breathing became more labored. As she neared her climax she shifted her free foot and found my hard cock straining at my shorts. When she realized how aroused I was, how stiff my rod had become watching her play while sucking on her toes she was sent over the edge, squeezing her legs together and moaning deeply she came and came. Absolutely awesome it was to witness her orgasm.

She brought her hand up from beneath her shorts and offered her fingers for my appraisal. Setting her feet down on my lap I took her hand and tasted her sweetness and oh my god I wanted so much more as I sucked her fingers into my mouth.

Once she recovered a bit she looked up, smiled that wry smile again and said, mmmmm... just give me a second or two."

I reached down and adjusted my cock in my shorts and that was all the tempting she needed. Erica pulled herself up in the chair and asked me to stand and pull off my T-shirt. As I stood, her hands went immediately to the button on my shorts, let it loose and unzipped my fly. She pulled my shorts down just past my knees where they fell the rest of the way to the floor.

She marveled at the wet spot that my pre-cum had made on my underwear, touching her finger to it causing my cock to jump, she touched the tip of her damp fingertip to her tongue. As I stepped out of my shorts her fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear and pulled them away from my belly to free my straining cock, then pulled them down past my knees. My cockhead brushed her cheek as she bent to pull down my chonis. With her seated in the chair and me standing my balls were level with her chin.

She reached up and took the base of my shaft in her left hand and pulled my cockhead to her lips. Her tongue encircled my helmet as her lips closed down on the head. It was all I could do to keep from shoving my prick full into her warm mouth, but I did want to enjoy every second of her pleasures. Concentrating on my head she sucked and licked all around while slowly stroking the base. She was taking her time as though she was thoroughly enjoying the velvety smooth skin against her lips and tongue. Almost cautiously she began to suck down further and further on my cock taking more a little deeper each time into her mouth.

My balls felt as though they could explode any minute, I could feel them flex in their sack. She reached up with her free hand and held both balls in her palm and gently rolled them around. I could feel the head of my dick begin to engorge and she must have noticed it also for the first sign I was about to unload. She stopped working my cock with her mouth.

She said, "I want to watch you cum, I want to see this load of yours shoot from your cock. Please, sit back down with your legs spread."

With that I sat back down in the office chair a little forward so that my balls just hung over the front edge. I leaned back as she bent down and took me deep and wet into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down a few times and I really thought I could toss off my load right then and there; she felt so very fine. Her mouth released my cock wet with her saliva and my pre-cum. She took hold of it with one hand, the other hand took my balls. She slowly began to stroke my length and tugged on my balls at the same time.

Every other stroke she passed her thumb over the head. My breathing became short as I watched her breasts bounce while she stroked me off. I told her I was about to cum and she never missed a beat or changed her rhythm. I held off for as long as I could; feeling it build up from deep within... and then released. I shot a huge jet of cum from my cock that splattered on my belly and chest followed by another of equal strength. She giggled with delight as she watched me convulse with a few more spasms of cum that flowed over her fingers. She pumped my cock a few more times making sure I had completely finished. She stood then and bounced off to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth. Coming back she cleaned me up, wiping my cum from my belly and cock. She still looked incredibly inviting in nothing but her little jogging shorts.

Erica sat back in her big chair with a huge smile on her face and said, "...that was a lot of fun." I couldn't help but agree.

"Do you realize how wet my pussy is right now." she asked.

I told her I could imagine and before I could tell her how much I wanted to taste her honey she blurted out...

"I want so much to feel your tongue on my clitty, your mouth buried in my muff."

"Erica." I said, my cock beginning to respond to her blunt advances, "You make me incredibly horny just talking like that."

Something about a woman revealing what she wants and how excited she is always gets me going. Then she got a sad look on her face and said we couldn't go any further today because she had things to do before Tom got home and besides Gina will be home soon also. She pulled her legs up into the chair with her and pulled her jogging shorts to the side revealing a most wonderfully engorged, very nicely trimmed, little muff. She easily slipped two fingers into her wet slit and rubbed them between her swollen lips. She was being such a little tease. "You really enjoy watching me don't you?" she asked.

I nodded as she slowly removed her fingers then stood and offered them to me. I took them into my mouth and again cleaned her honey from her fingers, my cock responding by growing harder and harder.

She said she really had to get going and that she hoped we could play again very soon. She really wanted to have me down on her pussy and I couldn't think of much I would enjoy more... and that is for another story. 



Good neighbors



I lived with my parents in a chique estate on a hillside. Each house was completely secluded from the others by high fences or walls. Ours was a large garden with a swimming pool and outdoor spa, with lots of lovely shrubs and flowers. My parents loved gardening. Me - I was more into lying naked beside the pool, occasionally doing a few lengths and working out on the exercise equipment. Of course, I'd only go naked when my parents were out - which was quite often. I'd seen hardly any of the neighbors, except for those on either side at the front who I saw sometimes when leaving to go to the shops of going out. I'd heard from friends who lived on the next street that a nice guy had moved in to the house directly behind, but I'd not seen him yet. 

Today was one of those lazy days. Mom and Dad had gone out for the day, it was warm and sunny and I was feeling sleepy, and quite a bit horny. Now this happened quite often - me being horny. In fact, there was rarely a day went by without me needing to play with my pussy. And me, being the little horny girl that I am, could almost never stop after just one orgasm. I'd usually keep going for three, six or even 20. Eventually the urge would subside a little and allow me to enjoy other things, but I guess you could say that I was pretty addicted to cumming. And I had the time to enjoy it. 

I'd finished college last year, Mum and Dad had given me two years to chill out. What better way to do it. The only problem was I had started recently to get a bit bored on my own. I'd invited a couple of guys round but they'd not been able to keep up with me. Twice was usually all they'd managed and then I'd been left with such an ache of needing to cum. I went down to the beach a few times and teased a load of guys by playing while they were watching. Even that got boring after I'd seen several of them stroking and cumming in the sand. They were all too scared to come over and chat as the beach was very public. But I did enjoy some sensational orgasms down there. But now maybe I should try it with a girl, I'd been thinking. I had a few really gorgeous girl-friends but how would I know how to get to first base with them?

With those thoughts in my head I was getting pretty turned on as I took out my towel and lie on the lounger. I slipped out of my little bikini and first enjoyed some time in the pool. I loved the silky water over my skin and did about 20 laps. Breathing strongly, I pulled my body alongside one of the water jets in the pool. Another place I enjoyed. I had already turned this one to an angle that suited me and I slowly pulled my body closer and closer until I could feel the strong water pressure caressing my already erect clit. I heard myself groan with pleasure and it was only moments before a huge orgasm washed through me. Its intensity surprised me a lot as I'd just been mildly horny, I thought. 

But staying there and pushing even closer to the water jet and I erupted again, and within seconds came again. I guess I must have been groaning and crying out, as I usually do, but there didn't seem to be anyone around to hear. I played on and on until I'd cum at least 15 times, then just relaxed on the pool steps. I looked down at my tight breasts and my nipples were sticking out, hard and tingly. I played with them for a while and almost started another series of orgasms. Stop it, girl, I ordered myself, and for once I managed to obey!

I slowly clambered out of the pool and at that moment I heard a deep male groan. Had someone been watching me, I thought suddenly. But I didn't want to get dressed and it sort of turned me on even more to think that. I tried to locate where the sound had come from. It wasn't too far away. I decided, even in my naked state, that I wanted to know who'd groaned so I went to the shed and lifted out my Dad's stepladder. It was easy enough to place it against the roof of the pergola and climb up a few rungs until I could see over at least some of the fences. 

In most of the gardens there was no-one. I waved at one lady who was one of the neighbors I knew. She waved and grinned, but couldn't have seen that I was completely naked. Then I saw a swish of dark hair in the garden behind ours, the people there I didn't know. It looked male so I decided to climb down and have a better look right over the fence. Still naked and now getting extremely horny again, I put the ladder back and walked quietly across the garden to the fence behind which I thought I'd seen this guy. I knew that if I just popped my head over the fence he'd be sure to see me - did I want that? I decided no, for now! So I moved behind a nice flowering shrub that had grown above the height of the fence, just where I could look into that garden. The leaves and branches tickled and scratched me a bit, but I didn't mind. 

As I climbed up onto some convenient bricks piled there, I knew my hair would be a give away if I was seen. I'm so brightly blonde that everyone would recognise me. I managed to get high enough to look over and wow was I glad I did. There was this gorgeous hunk of a guy, as naked as me, strolling around in the garden. He had his back to me at that moment, with a delicious tight butt and muscly legs. He looked about 40 and had short dark hair. It wasn't his hair that I'd seen swishing around. But then he turned round. I almost swooned! He had a full and very large erection - just beautiful, sticking out like a flagpole and looking as hard as a rock. Its huge head looked shiny in the sunshine and he idly stroked his hand along its length, groaning again as he did so. Yesssss, it was his groan, but it seemed like he was just enjoying himself. 

But who's was the long black hair? Perhaps it was in another garden? Just as I was about to go and look, the guy reached the edge of his pool. He looked carefully around as if to check that no-one was watching and then slowly stepped down into his pool, his huge erection slowly sinking below the surface. By now I was trembling all over and my free hand was firmly pressed between my legs, caressing my horny clit. He walked right down into his pool which was just at his waist height. He moved towards the side of the pool and suddenly I guessed what he was about to do - use the water jets on his magnificent shaft. He stood close to the side and with one hand reached into the water. He pulled the enormous head of his erect cock out of the water and looked down at it proudly - and no wonder. The sight of his gorgeous cock took me over the edge into a delicious orgasm and left me panting for more. 

He stood there with his hand moving slowly back and forth below the water, and I guessed he was stroking his hard shaft. He kept looking round to make sure no-one was watching; but he didn't know that I was! When he turned his face towards me I could see the look of lust in his eyes and I thought that he must be close to an orgasm. My fingers were bringing me back to the edge of cumming again and I wanted to see him spurt, but perhaps he'd just do it under the water. However, I needn't have worried. This was one guy who liked to watch himself too. While still slowly stroking his shaft he leaned back and groaned deeply. The head of his big cock surfaced and stuck upwards - and then started to shoot out his cum. Five, six, seven huge spurts shot out and splashed back into the water as he groaned again and again. I then groaned too as I exploded into another beautiful orgasm. 

Just as he was getting back out of the pool, his cock now somewhat deflated, a voice called from inside the house, "Great, honey! I got it all on video." 

From inside the house this beautiful dark-skinned woman came out, also totally naked, with an absolutely stunning body and carrying a small video camera. She was smiling broadly. 

"And look what I also found." 

She turned towards where I was hiding and I ducked out of sight as she looked directly at me. I heard him say "I see!" and laugh then I rushed indoors. I stood in the lounge dripping with sweat but with such a hot tingling feeling in my pussy. I felt like I wanted to just cum and cum over and over again. I'd got so turned on watching! I went to my bedroom and made myself cum with my fingers until I was completely exhausted, then I drifted into a delicious sleep.

I awoke with a start. I was lying on my bed still naked and with wet sheets from my multiple orgasms. Luckily it didn't sound like my parents were back yet, so I could quickly change the sheets and turn on the washing machine. As I was passing through the lounge to the bathroom I noticed something white sticking up just over the fence near where I'd

been watching. I pulled a towel round me and went outside to see what it was. There was an envelope propped up on the fence and addressed to 'The blonde girl'. That was me, I guessed, so I picked it off the fence and opened it slowly. 

Inside was a card on which was written 'If you enjoyed the show, visit us - no. 46. We're around all afternoon and evening today.' I almost felt like tearing it up and forgetting about it, but then I had enjoyed the show - in fact it was just about the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. And they were a pretty exciting-looking pair. I decided that in my extremely horny state I'd got nothing to lose and I might get to enjoy a few more delicious orgasms. Or even a lot more!

I had a quick bite to eat and then enjoyed a shower. The water spraying on my body made me want to cum again, but I refrained - wow, how did I manage that? I dressed in a very short skirt and decided to leave off my panties - my pussy was so wet anyway that they'd be useless in no time. On top I slipped into a brief thin-strapped top that ended well short 

of my flat belly. I was proud of my body and with no bra and no panties I felt gorgeous. My nipples stuck out through the thin material of my top, but I didn't mind them knowing that I was horny. I did roll my little green bikini up in a towel, to make it look like I thought they had just invited me round for a swim. 

It was quite a long walk round to their house as it was on the next street and a fair way down. I noticed several guys looking at me as I walked along, and I heard a few whistles too. That made me feel even better and I strutted now, parading myself for anyone who cared to look. I looked hot, I felt hot and I wanted everyone to know. I got to their front door and it was immediately opened by the dark-skinned woman. She had slipped into a very tiny bikini and she ushered me in so quickly that I didn't have time to see what she looked like up close. She introduced herself as Marie and smiled as she watched me enjoying a good look over her wonderful body.

"That hunk you saw is Jim. He's taking a rest after his exertions this morning," she chuckled. 

"He's your husband?" I asked tentatively. 

"Oh no," she grinned, "he's my brother. But he loves showing off for me!"

Wow I thought and I was expecting them to be a couple. What would it be like now? 

"Want a swim?" Marie suggested, pulling me gently outside towards the pool. "You can put that on," she giggled, "or leave it off like me." 

With that she slipped out of her little bikini and stood naked before me for a moment before diving very expertly into their pool. I hesitated for a moment, watching her expert swimming style and her exquisite body. Then I pulled my top off over my head and stepped out of my skirt. I threw all my clothes on to a lounger and jumped into the water too. She was now swimming laps so I decided to follow alongside her. Being a national junior champion meant that I could keep up and probably even out-swim her. At one end she paused, after about 10 laps and smiled. 

"You're pretty good!" I giggled, "National 800 m champ, that's me!" 

"I knew I recognised your body," she laughed. "Well, I was senior champ 10 years back!" 

Quite astonished I swam with her for a while again and then tried to pull away. She kept pace with me for another 10 laps then forged ahead. I just couldn't keep up and when she stopped after another 20 laps, I was quite tired. She came up to me at the edge of the pool. 

"Don't worry, sweetie," she consoled me, "I was world champ too, for five years." With her gorgeous naked body right up close to me and her lovely firm breasts heaving with her heavy breathing, water sparkling on her skin, she looked wonderful. She leaned towards me and offered her lips for a kiss. I'd not kissed a woman before, at least not this way, but I touched her soft lips with mine and we sort of melted together. Her arms went round me and held me tight, pressing her breasts against mine, almost nipple to nipple. Her tongue explored my mouth just like guys had tried to do, but this woman knew how to excite me. 

After what seemed like 10 minutes, she eased her passionate kissing, put her arms lower around my butt and with almost no effort lifted me onto the edge of the pool. The wet tiles were cool on my butt and I was surprised when she pushed my legs apart. 

"You have such a beautiful looking pussy, my dear," she murmured, "I'm just going to have to taste you." 

I'd had a couple of guys try to lick my pussy, but they really had no idea and just ended up with pussy juices everywhere and me in a hot and horny state as they were unable to make me cum. Now this woman instantly knew where she was heading. She gently pushed my legs wide apart and slowly spread open my pussy lips with her soft fingers. This felt like heaven and I was soon wet again after the swim. She moved her face down between my thighs and I waited eagerly for her first touch. Her hot tongue caressed the insides of my spread pussy lips and just felt like heaven. She dragged her tongue along them slowly upwards, sensuously moaning as she did so. I jumped as her tongue first touched my clit, but I was so horny that I then groaned loudly. 

She went slowly and gently, teasing my clit with strokes of her tongue across, up and down and then in little circles. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and I moved my hands down to hold her lovely hair. She must have sensed my impending peak as she allowed the pressure to subside somewhat. This didn't release the tension in my pussy; if anything it made me want to cum even harder. But as I strained to explode, she teased me slower and slower. Then without warning I felt her finger pressing at my pussy entrance. I didn't need any further stimulus. I orgasmed - violently and deliciously all over her mouth and fingers. 

"My goodness!" she exclaimed coming up for air. "You cum hard and lovely." 

I just managed to grin as she went back down to my clit again and in a few more seconds I was literally crying out another wonderful cum. This woman was performing magic on me and I loved it. Now her finger (or was it two) was pushed deep inside me and she was stroking one of them on a very sensitive spot just inside; probably my G-spot. This brought me in about a minute to another shuddering climax, followed by two more. Now getting a little tired, I pushed her head back. 

"Enough - for now!" I grinned.

At that moment a voice called out, "Wonderful, Marie. She looked gorgeous as she came!" 

That hunk of a guy came out from inside the house again with the video camera. He'd filmed me being made love to by a woman - but did I care? I looked down and he'd pushed his monster erection somehow into a very brief pair of swim shorts. It looked sort of obscene curving across the tops of his legs like that. As he noticed me looking it surged and throbbed and even got bigger. I didn't know quite what to do now. Here I was completely naked after orgasming from a beautiful naked woman's tongue, yet I was staring with unbridled lust at the huge erection of someone she called her brother Jim. And it was clear that looking at me and maybe his lovely sister too was having quite an effect on him. 

"Kneel down here," Marie urged him, as she pulled me down to stand beside her in the water. 

He did as she told him and now his big fat cock was at the level of my eyes.

"Go on," Marie told me, "You've seen what it looks like earlier, don't you want to touch it, taste it?" 

"Mmmmm yes," I agreed and moved my hand towards his monster. 

He groaned as my fingers first touched his throbbing cock and it swelled within those ridiculously tiny shorts. I pulled the waistband outwards and was delighted to see his monster pop out and stick straight up as it had been earlier. It was long and fat, with a huge purple head. I felt my pussy going wild with the thought of maybe having that incredible shaft inside me sometime soon. Marie reached between us and grabbed his shaft, pulling it so that it pointed directly at my face. 

"Taste him," she urged, "take him inside your lovely mouth." 

I leaned towards the enormous head, so big and purple and angry looking. There was a dribble of clear liquid oozing out of the hole in the tip. He groaned noisily as I put out my tongue and licked that dribble off. It tasted nice - salty and warm. I knew I'd never get the big shaft inside my mouth, but I opened my mouth and Marie guided it right up against my lips. I wasn't touching it at all as she then put her hand on the back of my head and pushed gently. That big purple head shoved against my lips making me stretch them as wide as I could. And then I felt it - his big cock was sliding slowly inside my wide open mouth - and it felt wonderful. After first not imagining I could get any of him inside my mouth, I was now pushing my head along his fat shaft further and further, watching his belly getting closer to me all the time. I played with the shaft with my tongue causing him to groan again and again. Marie's hand had to leave his shaft now as I was getting him really deep inside my throat. 

"She gonna be able to take you all inside," cried Marie. "No-one apart from me has ever been able to do that before," she chuckled. 

I almost choked at the thought that she'd sucked her brother's cock, but I was enjoying having it inside my mouth so much that I forgot about that immediately. I could now feel his hairs tickling me and I knew I was almost right on him and he was loving it. 

"Move on and off it, if you can," Marie told me, "He loves that!" 

I did as she suggested, sliding his huge cock slowly in and out of my mouth. His groans immediately became louder and each time his cock was far enough out of my mouth, Marie's hand descended on it and stroked it. 

"My turn," cried Marie, pulling the fat shaft out of my mouth and quickly covering it with hers. 

His hand came out and rested gently on my head. 

"You'll get another go, if you want." he murmured with a broad smile. 

Marie could take his huge size inside her mouth with no problems and she was soon sucking him and blowing him like in a porn movie. 

"Your turn," she giggled as his cock popped out of her mouth. 

I grabbed it and shoved it back into mine, sucking him instantly in as deep as I could. We kept this up for what seemed like half an hour, but was probably no more than 10 minutes. He was groaning continuously now, but Marie assured me he wasn't going to cum as she'd sucked him dry even after his big orgasm in the pool. I finally felt that my mouth muscles were tired enough and I let his still very hard shaft spring out. He stood up as it seemed that Marie had had enough too as she now climbed out of the pool, drops of water dripping from her exquisite body. 

"Now brother, which one of us do you want?" she asked cheekily. 

She was holding on to his shaft and pressing her lovely breasts against his chest. I climbed out of the pool too and stood on the other side of him, pressing my body against his invitingly. 

"How about both of you," he cried, picking me up as if I was a feather and pulling Marie behind him. He sat down on one of the loungers and placed me astride his knees. 




Good neighbors



"Have you ever ridden a guy before?" asked Marie gently. 

"Nope," I replied, "but this one is definitely going to be the first." 

My pussy was aching for desire for this huge cock and I was close to yet another orgasm. I gazed with lust at his huge cock, sticking up in the air so close to my waiting pussy. With hardly a blink, he picked me up again and held me above his erect organ. Marie held it upright and aimed it at my pussy entrance as he slowly lowered me down towards it. I felt the head touch my pussy lips and then felt Marie's fingers gently prising them open. I moaned as the head pushed against my body and forced it to open up. Sitting with my legs so wide anyway probably made it easier, but I was not prepared for the pain and pleasure as he let go of me and his enormous pole just sank fully inside me in a single slow slither. 

I'd heard of agony and ecstasy and this was just what I'd imagined. In an instant I'd orgasmed, and he felt it, grinning crazily at me as he held me down on him. As I came I felt him slide even deeper and that made me cum again! Now Marie climbed up on the lounger too, straddling him between where I was sitting and his face, and she was facing me. He must have been getting a delicious view of her pert ass. She leaned towards me as I sat motionless on him. He was making his cock swell hugely inside me without even moving. It was wonderful. We kissed again and I could taste the lust in her body now. 

"He's licking my pussy now," she gurgled, her face a picture of pleasure. 

Her fingers played with my nipples for a while as he began to move me up and down slowly on his giant shaft. But then they moved to my clit and I had the amazing sensation of a woman caressing my clit in the way only a woman knows, and a man caressing the insides of my pussy with a cock bigger than I'd ever imagined possible. I was in ecstasy and my body started into a series of wild pulsating orgasms, one about every 15 seconds, until they blended into a single continuous cum. I don't know how long I continued to cum for. 

It felt like hours but was probably only minutes. But in between phases of extreme pleasure I remember watching Marie explode into a huge orgasm, and she was then temporarily unable to continue her caresses of my clit. That didn't matter as he was now pressing on my shoulders on each down stroke and jerking his hips upwards, forcing his monster as deep as he could into my body. And I loved it, cumming at almost any moment I wished. 

I finally got to the end of my capabilities of orgasming and called for him to stop. He laughed loudly and then helped me get off his cock and sit beside him. It was now Marie's turn and she quickly jumped up and sat on his shaft, impaling herself in one quick movement until he was buried fully inside her. I suddenly thought - and now she's enjoying her brother, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived as she was going into her own series of orgasms, at least as violent as mine. Her head was thrashing to and fro and her cries of lust were at full volume. What would the neighbors think? I was not sure what to do now - just sit and watch, or try to join in. I decided to adjourn to another lounger and watch, but even as I lie down, my hands seem to automatically go down to my pussy and start playing. The beautiful sight of Marie orgasming superbly every few moments on her brother's huge cock sent me into yet another series of orgasms, from which I didn't believe I'd ever emerge. I was brought back to reality when I heard Marie cry out for me to join her. She'd leapt off his cock and was holding it firmly, slowly stroking up and down the long fat shaft. 

"He's gonna cum!" she giggled, "wanna enjoy it too?" 

"Mmmmmm, yes," I grinned kneeling down with her beside his monster and holding on to 

it as it started to throb enormously. 

He grunted then cried out as with a huge surge of throbbing his cock started to spurt out a huge spray of hot cum. Some of it landed on me, some on Marie and some on himself, but we all ended up covered. When he finally stopped spurting Marie pushed me back on to the grass and lie her body alongside mine, licking his cum from my breasts and belly. hen she'd finished I returned the favor and then we cleaned him up with our tongues too.



Good Neighbors



Sharon sat on the back porch of her home, sun dress sticking to her body in the moonlight. The heat isn't what gets you here, though. It's the humidity. If she had been wearing panties it might have made this worse, but the lack of undergarments offered slight relief as she sipped on a glass of sweetened iced tea. 

She also knew she was being watched, and not for the first time. 'Showtime' she thought to herself, grinning. The new neighbors had been keeping to themselves for the past week. Maybe it was time to try and lure them out. Lifting the glass to her forehead she wiped away a strand of blonde hair, leaving a trail of condensation along her brow. She sipped out an ice cube, sucking the tea off loudly. She didn't wonder if it was working yet. She had just gotten started. The Ice cube was plucked from her mouth and she began to slowly draw it across her chest. The low cut yellow dress afforded the luxury running it to just above her nipples. 

She began to sigh contentedly, her nipples hardening to gumdrop stature. She pulled out the top of the dress and was just about to start with the nipples when a twig snapped on the other side of the fence. 'Hooked' she thought.

"Hello? Is someone there?" she said dropping the cube back into the pitcher. "I can hear you. Don't make me call the cops" she bluffed. 

"Sorry! I'm... Mark.. Your new neighbor.. I was.. Uh.. Looking for my rake..." came a voice, followed by a face over the fence.

"Well, I was wondering when I'd get to meet you!" she exclaimed, southern drawl slinking along the edges enough to let you know it was there. "Would you like some iced tea? Sweet like momma always made it." 

"I should really get back in. My wife.."

"Oh, I insist!" already pouring a glass. "It's the best thing on a night like this. You don't sound like you're from around here, Mark." Walking the 10 yards to the fence.

"Uh.. No, I'm not. Thank you." he took the glass nervously.

"Awful dark to find a rake isn't it? Can't hardly see a thing without a light."

"Yeah.. I uh..."

"Well, lookee here. I found a hole in the fence" she across the property line and grabbed his dick. It was more limp than anything, but had been erect recently. She could still feel it's heat even through his pants. 

"Whoa! I'm married, and..."

"Shush. Now Mark. I know what you were doing. You were watching me, weren't you?" she gently tugged his cock, which slowly stiffened more. 

"No! I was looking for my rake!" in a loud whisper. He was excited and scared, but the excitement was winning. It always did. 

"And you were playing with this old thing, too. Weren't you? Tonight and two nights ago when you watched through my windows while I fucked my husband." His penis receded slightly in response. She was right, of course. She had seen him peering through a tall hedge.

"...yes.. Don't tell my wife..." 

"It's okay Mark" she worked the zipper on his shorts with one hand, and reached up her dress with the other to rub her pussy. She got it nice and wet, sliding it inside once for good measure. "I won't tell her if you do something for me." She pulled his cock through the hole, jerking him forward, immediately bringing her moistened fingers to his face. "You were probably wondering, so have a taste. Then I'll get to what I want."

"What do you want me to do", he asked. His tongue probed slowly, sliding between her fingers, licking off every bit of her juices, ending with a long suck. He moaned the whole time. She had tasted pussy before and knew hers was quite good. She knelt on her side of the fence, holding his now fully engorged member.

"I want you to cum" she said, swallowing the 7 inches that protruded from the fence and silencing any protests. She took all of him in her mouth she could, forcing groans from the other side of the fence. She took it as deep as she could, speeding up the process of his cumming. She worked his shaft, swirled her tongue, all the tricks she knew. 

"Oh god!" she heard and readied herself for his load. She stroked him quickly, working him to the edge but keeping him on the cusp of orgasm.

"Does your wife do this, Mark?" she teased.

"No... oh god... sometimes... Can I CUM PLEASE!"

"Not yet. I'm not ready for it. She probably doesn't swallow, but I do. And I've been waiting for this load since I saw you move in." A few flicks of the tongue. "But you owe me. I'm doing you a favor, you'll return it. And I can do this, and more, anytime you want. My husband doesn't care, Mark. He likes to watch other men fuck me. Like when I'm covered in another man's semen. So do we have a deal?"

"Oh god yes, just let me cum!"

She smiled, working him back up. He came in three big spurts, which were caught in her mouth. She let go of his cock and stood up, showing him his load. Some was oozing from the corner of her mouth, but she lapped it up after swallowing the rest.

"Now, go back to your wife and remember: You owe me. Next time, I get to cum. I hope you can make me squirt, Mark." His face disappeared, soon followed by the sound of a door closing. Sharon smiled to herself, walking back to the porch, needing some tea to wash down the ejaculate fully. The glass he had was, no doubt, laying by the fence. When he remembered it she'd call in the favor, like she always does. 

A knock echoed lightly in the warm night air. She checked her other fences and found a cock dangling through another hole in another fence. Sipping iced tea her smile remained stuck on her face. It was going to be a busy night. It always is.



Good Neighbors



Caroline huddled under the covers. The storm raging outside was fierce. Torrents of rain splattered against the house, gusty winds whistled through the neighborhood. In her darkened bedroom, she could hear the shutters clattering against the windows. Despite the noise, she tried to shut her eyes and go to sleep. Suddenly, a loud crash filled the room. She woke with a start, then shook her husband awake. "Ray! Ray! What was that?" 

"Huh?" he replied sleepily.

"That noise. Didn't you hear it?"

Ray listened to the howling wind. The pitch was somewhat different now. "Sounds like we lost a piece of siding or two off the house, it's no big deal. We can fix it in the morning." With that, he rolled back over and went to sleep. Caroline listened fretfully, then snuggled up next to him. He was right, she thought, he was always right.

The next morning, they went out to survey the damage. Sure enough, a couple of pieces of their house's siding had been torn off by the wind, and were now resting in a flowerbed. Several other neighbors were out early as well, surveying the damage caused by the previous night's windstorm. Ray and Caroline lost no time in retrieving the pieces, and setting up an extension ladder to repair the damage. They had to get the work done quickly, for Ray would be leaving on a business trip the next day. Caroline helped her husband maneuver the ungainly ladder into position. It was tall enough, but with the steady breeze that blew through the yard, it would be impossible for him to repair the siding by himself. Ray tossed his tools down, and headed off to the garage for another ladder. Caroline scampered up the ladder as she waited, so that everything would be ready when he returned. Somehow, she managed to hoist up one of the siding strips as well, but was unable to place it up against the house. Realizing that she could at least position the siding back where it belonged, she placed her hammer between her legs, and leaned up against the house.

Baldwin was about to start working on the wind damage to his house when he happened to glance across his yard. He was well rewarded for his efforts. Caroline, his neighbor, was perched up on a ladder and bending over. Her fine ass was thrust out at him, quite by accident, but he still enjoyed the view. Caroline was wearing a pair of black stretch pants, and the outline of her thong underwear showed through the clingy material. Furthermore, the wooden handle of her hammer protruded behind her, she had the head clutched between her sexy thighs, and the view from behind looked extremely provocative. Slowly, Baldwin made his way over to his neighbors, admiring the view with each step he took.

Ever since the young couple next door had moved in, he was able to catch the occasional glimpse of Caroline. Whether she was sunbathing in her bikini, or working up a sweat in the yard, she managed to project an innocent appearance, but the young brunette had a body to die for. They were preoccupied with their work, and didn't notice his approach. When he reached them, he paused, taking in one last long look at her ass, such a lewd sight with the handle sticking out, it almost looked like she was bent over and getting fucked. Too bad he couldn't make the image last forever, but at least it was now burned into his memory. "You, know, you could get arrested for that," he announced.

"Huh? What? Oh, hi, Baldwin," was their reply. 

"For what?" added Caroline.

"For standing on that ladder with the hammer like that," he chuckled. "It's very seductive, the way you're standing there like that. I ought to run you in."

The neighbors all shared a laugh. Baldwin was a city police officer, and one hell of a good man to have as a neighbor. "I didn't have anywhere else to put the hammer," explained Caroline, slightly embarrassed. She wondered just how long he had been eyeing up her delicate rear. That was a comforting thought to her, however. Although she was petite, and nicely shaped, she often questioned her attractiveness. Baldwin was quite a specimen for her to impress. The man stood well over six feet in height, and she could see his muscular build bulging out of his T-shirt. The thin white cotton failed to conceal his well-developed arms, and contrasted sharply against his dark skin. A memory stirred in her mind, of her college days when she had been more carefree. There certainly had been some intense encounters back in those days, and Caroline remembered her handful of black lovers quite fondly. Briefly, her subconscious played out her fantasy, as she mentally undressed the man who had come over to help them out. She was not unhappy in her marriage, far from it, but the thrill of the conquest was still there, and when the prize looked as good as Baldwin, there was no real harm in looking, was there?

"I came over to see if you two needed any help, that looks like a three person job," he said, interrupting Caroline's thoughts. "It's still a little windy, and if I help out, we'll be done in no time." Caroline and Ray heartily agreed. Their move into this neighborhood had clearly been a good choice, the people were friendly, like Baldwin, many of their neighbors were quick to drop what they were doing and lend a hand if they were in need. Plus, having a cop next door definitely had its advantages when they were out of town, as Ray often was. While good neighbors could keep an eye on things when he was away, having one who was trained to do something about it if there was trouble was a plus. In addition, all the kids knew where Baldwin lived, and although he was a gentle and charming man, they knew not to cause any trouble with him around.

He was right about the job going much quicker with all of them working on it Ray and Caroline had the siding back up on their house within an hour. That gave them all plenty of time for a barbecued lunch, which was something that Baldwin always enjoyed coming over for. He watched Caroline closely as she helped prepare the meal, damn she was a sweet thing. Her own shirt was a little too baggy to show much of her chest, but those stretchy pants of hers gave quite a show throughout the afternoon. Whether she was climbing and bending over the ladders, or while she went about getting lunch fixed, two pairs of eyes, Ray's and Baldwin's watched her ass at all times. Ray was really going to miss her this week, but his job often called for him to be on the road. At least he knew that he'd get that sexy ass tonight, his sexy wife was quite a handful in the bedroom, or whatever room they chose to consummate their love. Baldwin's voyeuristic tendencies were held in check by Ray's presence, after all, he didn't want to be too obvious in ogling Caroline's tight little ass. Still, it was quite a sight to see, and he was a bit envious of Ray, who she must keep very happy. He wondered exactly how talented she was in the sack; she certainly looked like she knew what she was doing.

During their meal, Ray mentioned to Baldwin that he was going to be away for the week, and asked his neighbor if he would mind keeping an eye on things while he was gone. Baldwin was more than happy to oblige, and even offered to help tighten down a couple of the upstairs window shutters that had blown loose during the storm. That offer made both of them very happy, how fortunate they were to have a neighbor like him. Caroline and Ray reflected on that in their conversation that evening as well, safely bundled up under the covers. Even though Ray had an early flight to catch the next morning, there were just some things that needed doing, and they had been doing them all night long. Caroline made a mental note to change the sheets in the morning after he left, as their nocturnal activities had left quite a few sticky spots.

The next morning, after Ray had left, Caroline went about her daily household chores. She was used to being left alone, and truth be know, didn't really mind it. As the morning progressed, she changed into her workout outfit and flipped the TV on to her favorite exercise program. She had hardly begun her stretching routine when a knock came on the door. Mildly annoyed at being interrupted, she went to answer the door. Baldwin was standing there as she opened it. He had on another tight tank top and a pair of running shorts, which accented his muscular build quite nicely. Startled by his appearance, Caroline did a double take and jumped back a bit when she saw him there. She greeted him politely, and listened as he explained that he was there to take care of the upstairs shutters. Still a bit flustered at his appearance, she directed him to the stairs, momentarily forgetting that their houses had similar designs.

As Baldwin chuckled to himself softly and headed up the stairs, Caroline regained enough of her composure to watch that fine male specimen from behind. She also noticed a slight moistening between her legs as she headed back to her exercises. But the distraction of having Baldwin upstairs working proved to be too much for her. Try as she might, Caroline couldn't get her mind back into the program. Her mind raced. Sure, she was happy with her husband, but those memories of past loves stirred something inside her. Besides, she didn't know if Baldwin would be a willing participant. Nevertheless, she decided that at least she could go upstairs, ostensibly to keep an eye on him, while she took in an eyeful. 

Baldwin was actually in the master bedroom, leaning out the front window. His body was positioned to give Caroline a perfect view of his sculpted form. She made up an excuse about the TV downstairs not working well as she flipped on the bedroom TV and put her workout program back on. Absentmindedly, she went back to her program, occasionally glancing over at Baldwin to get an eyeful of him. She was giving him one as well, her perky breasts were constrained by a sports bra, and her black spandex shorts weren't really clothes, they were more like another color. In fact, if Baldwin had been close enough, he would have been able to read her lips through the tight material. He wasn't close enough yet, but that was going to change. It didn't take him long to finish working on the shutters, and he was dawdling, taking his time so that he could sneak periodic glances at Caroline. Whether she knew it or not, she was putting on quite a show with all of her bending and stretching. He couldn't delay forever, and he gathered up his tools and told Caroline that he was through. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This was it, there probably wouldn't be a second chance for her at this. Taking a deep breath, Caroline smiled sweetly at him, and asked if he wanted to stick around until the end of her workout set. 

That caught Baldwin completely off guard. He hadn't known that she saw him sneaking glances at her. The big man stammered for a second, trying to explain himself as she made her way toward him. "What's the matter, Baldwin?" she asked. "Don't you like what you see? Or would you like a closer look?" As Caroline approached him ,she reached out a hand for the obvious bulge in his shorts. With her free hand, she slowly pulled her sports bra up and over her head, tossing back her head as she did. Caroline shook out her hair, jiggling her breasts in her neighbor's face. She kept her eyes shut tight as she awaited his reaction to her bold approach. Baldwin didn't make her wait very long. With his powerful hands, he picked her up at the waist and carried her over to the bed. Caroline's dexterous hands quickly undid his shorts, which he kicked away as he gently lay her down on the bed. 

Baldwin traced his hands down her legs, stripping off her shorts in the process. As his eyes took in the lovely sight before him, he literally tore his white cotton tank top off. Caroline gasped as she saw his rippling muscles, she licked her lips seductively as he lay with her, his hands and mouth finding her breasts. Despite his size and strength, Baldwin was very gentle as he caressed her. He curled up next to Caroline as he sucked on her tits, allowing her to reach down and stroke his massive cock. She took the dark member in her hands with great enthusiasm, slowly stroking his shaft and playing with his balls. Caroline could feel him stiffening under her touch, her own nipples hardened in his mouth and between his fingers as he continued to suck away. Baldwin's mouth hungrily devoured his neighbor's breasts, although they were on the small side, they were quite perky and he was able to take each tit completely into his mouth. 

Her pink nipples were so hard, he let his hand wander down past her trim stomach and found the sweet spot between her legs. She was so wet! Gently, he slipped a couple of fingers inside her tight little pussy, letting her lubricate him with her own juices. Caroline moaned softly as she felt his thumb slowly trace over her clit, her moans grew louder and louder as he rubbed her harder and faster. Baldwin kept up an in and out motion with his hand, fucking her cunt with his fingers as he played with her clit, Caroline's screams of passion were music to his ears as he brought her to a body shaking orgasm with just his fingers. Her cunt muscles contracted around his hand as she came, her pussy juices flowed around his hand. 

As she gasped with pleasure, she stroked his cock faster and faster, gripping the swollen shaft with her small delicate hand as tightly as she could. As further invitation to Baldwin, she spread her legs completely, anchoring herself down on the bed with her feet. He needed no further encouragement from her, as he climbed between her knees, and held her hands in his. With one mighty stroke, Baldwin sank his thick black cock into Caroline's cum soaked pussy. Her pink lips wrapped around his shaft as he slowly slid in and out of her waiting hole. His dark skin was such a sharp contrast against her pale complexion as he thrust his cock deep inside her. 

For Caroline, it had been several years since she had such a well-endowed lover, but she was no stranger to such a magnificent shaft. Her pussy ached for his cock, even Baldwin was somewhat amazed that this sweet young white girl could take every last inch of him. He pushed her legs as far apart as he could, driving his cock in hard and deep. She was screaming as another orgasm over took her, her cunt gripped his cock as he slammed it in and out of her. His pace was rapid and furious, but Caroline kept up with him. She moaned loudly with each solid thrust of his cock into her waiting cunt. As his speed and force increased, her cries grew louder and louder.

There was no mistaking that he brought her to yet another body-wracking orgasm. Baldwin found release as well, his cum filling Caroline's hot little pussy soon after she came. With a few final thrusts, he bounced his balls against her ass; his hot cum wad spurting out of his dick as he rammed it home one last time. Slowly, he withdrew his spent cock from her pussy, amazed that she was able to keep up with him. His long black shaft glistened with Caroline's slippery cunt juices as he slowly withdrew from her, drops of his sticky cum oozed from her pink pussy lips. 

Baldwin gently kissed her on her forehead as they lay together in bed, quite contentedly catching their breath after their interlude. Caroline hadn't had such a wonderful fuck in years, and she smiled sweetly at her neighbor and asked if he wouldn't mind stopping by on a daily basis while her husband was away.