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The Neighbor Lady

By: chops38



All persons are 18 or older.

A young man in his late teens is walking the neighborhood, looking for odd jobs to perform for some summer money and has visited several homes coming up empty and is beginning to get discouraged. He has tried all his close neighbors and is leery on leaving his familiar surroundings when he comes up on a home that appears to need a lot of work and there is a car in the driveway. He summons up all his courage and rings the doorbell and after several rings he begins to walk away when the door opens. A woman in her early 40's appears and inquires as to what he wants.

"My name is Tim and I am looking for odd jobs to do for the summer vacation. I work hard and will do good a good job," he tells her. 

She says that her yard is in need of help and to come inside to discuss the terms of a contract. He is told that her husband has died recently and that she could use a strong man around to help. He would have to be here at least 4 days a week for a month because she is so behind. 

"Can you paint?" 

He tells her he will do anything she wants him to do as long as he gets paid. 

"How much is the question, isn't it though," she says. 

She tells him that she will pay him what she believes he is worth after he does the lawn and trim the edges. If he does a good job and doesn't dally, he could be paid as high as ten dollars an hour. But any changes that she has him do after he is finished will be deducted from that amount. They shake hands and she directs him to the garage where he will find all the tools he will need.

She watches from her windows as he goes about his tasks. She also will be tending to the garden and she needs to change into something suitable for that work thinking that pair of cut-off jeans and a halter-top should work nicely. She takes off her dress in front of the bedroom window hoping to allow him a peek.

While working up a sweat Tim looks around the yard and sees that it is quite large and in some disrepair. If he plays his cards right he could be here all summer long when he also looks at the size of the house when he stops dead in his tracks. Is she really up there stripping in front of the window or am I dreaming? He picks up his pace and shakes his head in disbelief as no one will believe this!

She sees him stop and shake his head as he must have seen her so she decides to wait until his next pass to take off her bra and stretch. As he rounds heading back to the house his eyes look up to her window and he still can see her and she is taking off her bra! He tries not to stare but cannot as her tits look huge! She has to be doing this on purpose and this may be a great summer after all! She sees him staring up at the window and she reaches for the shade as one of her large breasts touches the window glass as the shade is pulled down. That really gave him a show, she says to herself. She finishes undressing and rubs herself gently thinking that he is cute enough but will he be willing to help her though a tough time. She decides on a yellow halter that is smaller than it should be and pinches her nipples to have them erect for the tease show that she soon will put on for him. Her cut-offs are quite short and show a small bit of butt cheek hoping that it will give him an eyeful when she is on her knees in the flowerbed. She puts on some sneakers and heads downstairs to get some lemonade for them to drink.

She walks outside and carries the tray high enough that her breasts seem to be lying on it. Tim cannot believe that this is not a dream because he did not really look at her earlier when they talked, but this woman is quite good looking. Shoulder length brown hair, slim and about 5 foot, 6 inches tall with shapely legs but her chest is huge! She has a smile that could melt the polar ice cap as he tries to keep in the present while her tits spill forward from her top watches as she sets the tray down, mesmerized that her nipples are hard and prominent. She keeps bent at the waist because she can feel his gaze on her. She pours the drinks and stands to offer him a glass. 

"Come and sit for a bit," she says. 

She sits down and crosses her legs and puts her glass on her knee showing a lot of leg and Tim does not know where to keep his attention. Her mischievous eyes, her full chest, or her great legs all call for his recognition as he feels a churning in his pants. Sitting hopefully will hide his inexperienced monster for a while for her body is making him excited.

She has touched up her make up before coming out and her face looks radiant as she brings the glass to her lips, seeing that he has trouble keeping his eyes in one place so she licks her lips anytime she sees his eyes gaze to her face. She tells him that she will be in the flowerbed and not to hesitate to get her when he is done or needs assistance. They have some small talk for a few minutes before she gets up to walk out to the flowerbed as her butt swings side to side exaggerating her gait. Tim then gets up and continues the job of mowing staring at the ass of this vision of loveliness.

After an hour of Tim staring and working and with the lady teasing, the lawn and trimming is done when he asks for the evaluation, walking with the lady as she walks about the yard, swinging her behind all the way, to keep up her show. She asks Tim to come in the house to talk and he gladly enters the house behind her and takes a seat in the living room directly across from her. She leans forward with her elbows on her knees and he can see her cleavage trying to get out and she notices. 

"Do you like what you see?" 

He replies with a nod because he cannot speak. His mouth suddenly got dry. She laughs and tells him to relax. 

"I like to tease. I don't mean anything by it. My late husband loved to watch me tease whenever we got the chance." 

"You are absolutely stunning", Tim tells her and he sees her blush. 

"Do you really think so? I am so much older than you." 

Tim replies that he likes to see older women who take care of themselves and she definitely has as she stands to pose so he can get a good look. 

"Tell me what does not look okay." She slowly turns as she sucks in her stomach and tightens her leg muscles. 

"I see nothing that can be considered unsightly," Tim says. 

She again blushes as she kisses him on the forehead as she complements him on his manners and politeness then telling him that his work is very satisfactory and she will pay him ten dollars an hour. One sticking point though is that he must be here for 4 hours a day and 4 days a week, minimum. Tim agrees and tells her that he can stay longer each day if she would like. After telling him it will depend on the job for the day and that will be decided the day before if it will not be an inconvenience. They shake on the deal as she shows him the door. She pauses and takes out a $20 and presses it in his hand as tomorrow begins at 8 AM. 

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Once home Tim runs right into the shower to clean up and masturbate over the absolutely gorgeous woman with whom he will be spending the summer. He fantasizes over all the possibilities that can happen as he strokes his cock as he cannot hold down his excitement any longer.

At 8 AM sharp he knocks on her door and she answers it in a long bathrobe tied loosely at the waist and slippers. She motions him in when he asks her name. 

"Kathy," she replies. She then apologizes for not introducing herself yesterday. "I am widowed, and a college professor at the local college. I teach history and I am in my early 40's. We had no children and he also was a professor." 

Tim replies, "I am 18 and just graduated high school. I need to earn money for car insurance or I will have to drive the family van around and I am also an amateur photographer." 

She tells him that by the end of the summer he should have enough for his insurance and probably some camera equipment as her husband was a photographer also and that he has a dark room in the basement. They discuss maybe working a deal for him to use some of his stuff depending on his attention to detail with the physical labor. The basement is job for the day and she wants to have it completely cleaned before he goes home. As Kathy turns to get up, he gets a glimpse of her breasts because she did not attempt to cover them up and Tim says to himself that he will be having a great summer here. 

"I need to change because I got up too late, I will meet you downstairs." 

As Tim stands his cock is sticking out and he has to adjust it. She notices this and smiles coyly while she shows him where the basement is and then heads to her bedroom next door. Tim begins down the carpeted steps then stops to look through the door jam to attempt to catch a glimpse of her changing. He is rewarded by his sneaky plan as he sees her drop her robe from her shoulders and throws it on the unmade bed. She is completely nude underneath and she turns and stretches, then caresses her enormous breasts before bending down to get something from a drawer. She steps into a white thong which shows off her butt, then slips into a pair of shorts, almost like the ones yesterday. She then puts on a bra, looking to be too small, as she has to stuff her massive breasts into the silky confines. She then pulls a cotton tee shirt over it which is also too is small on her and as she sits on her bed, he quietly heads to the cellar.

She wonders if he saw the show because she wanted to make it clear that she does like to show off. She thinks he did but left before the whole show was done because he is so mannerly. She tells herself she will have to go slow if this is to work properly and once in the basement the work begins. Kathy has Tim move quite a bit of junk outside and he is up and down the stairs frequently. She is getting dirty and sweaty which made the front of her shirt smudged because of how much her breasts protrude. Her nipples are almost constantly erect making Tim's eyes focus on them often, which pleases her immensely and several hours pass before she says it is time for a break and some refreshments. She has him get cleaned up, as she will do the same but while she is in the bathroom, Tim hears a scream. He rushes in as she is standing on the toilet pointing to the corner where there is a large bug and she wants it killed. He does so smiling and then helps her off the seat allowing her large breasts gently touch his skin making his heart jump as she thanks him and he leaves.

When she comes out she is all straightened up, he notices something different and that is that her bra was removed! The shirt is tight enough to hold them back but not from jiggling and she smiles as she passes him to go into the kitchen. She then opens the freezer to get some ice and her nipples stick out like headlights, Tim loving the view. They sit at the table drinking their lemonade making small talk as her tits are just above the top of her glass that she keeps close. The dampness on the glass is soaking onto the shirt making Tim very fidgety as he tries to control himself. She also notices that he cannot sit still and asks him why and he swallows hard before tells her that her breasts are the most beautiful breasts that he has ever seen, even in magazines. Again she blushes and tells him he is sweet as she did not take him for someone who would be looking at girlie mags yet. She then leans back in her chair and stretches as her shirt pulls tighter across her chest and his eyes are fixed on them. She then pushes her globes together with her arms and asks if he would like to touch what he can't take his eyes off of. He slowly reaches across the table as she takes his hand and puts it under one of the heavy globes. 

"I want you to feel the weight of one of these," she says. 

"They are quite heavy," he tells her, "but they look and feel exquisite." 

She says that her husband loved her breasts and could not keep his hands off of them and she does miss his caressing hands. 

"I am quite proud of them myself. I love all the attention they attract for me. They are still very firm for a woman of my age, and only a touch of sag. They are a size 42 with a D cup, when I have them restrained but I see that you like them unencumbered more. Since you look at those girlie mags, what do you like to see the most in them?" 

Tim stutters that breasts are his fixation as he loves to see women play with their mounds and also, women wearing tight clothes so that their breasts bulge and spike high heels also peek his interest. Kathy tells him maybe she can help him out in these interests because she also likes to wear tight short dresses so men can't keep their eyes off of her. She then gets up and tells him they still have a lot of work to do. They end up spending another 3 hours down stairs. She sometimes brushes up against him with her mounds but never more than that and she tells him to come back in two days. She needs to get some material for the pool because it needs a lot of work and in order to sunbathe properly, it must be safe to be in such skimpy clothing. He offers his assistance but she tells him no as she then pays him and says good-bye.

Tim goes home with some real blue balls because the woman can really turn it on and off quickly, he tells himself. I have to be more in control of my emotions as he is mad at himself but realizes that women love to do this to guys.

Kathy jumps into the shower and fingers herself to a climax because teasing of the male population has been sorely missed. She will have to be careful with this young man because we wouldn't want him detesting the female race. He can't keep his eyes off my breasts and she loves that more than anything. She then tells herself to make sure there is always abundant cleavage showing and that he is going home with blue balls for the last time. He will be allowed to touch her body anywhere but no intercourse until oral sex can be taught to him from the proper prospective, she tells herself. A good tongue is hard to find in a man and she will teach this young stud how to get multiple orgasms out of her.

Tim arrives early for work desiring to find his boss under clothed. She answered in jeans and a tied up shirt with her large mounds stretching their confines to the maximum because they cannot hide when she turns or bends down. The ties of the shirt accent the girth of the large beauties and it is unbuttoned except for the ties. Her jeans are ripped at the knees and the bottom of her buns but Tim hasn't seen any underwear yet. She leads Tim to the garage to show him the pool chemicals and stuff needed for the chore of the day. Tim is envisioning water all over Kathy and making her enormous breasts cling to the wet material and while he is daydreaming, she touches him and he jumps. She asks if he is all right as he did not answer when she asked him a question. He said that he was fine, just a moment of indiscretion and they laugh, as they both know where his mind was. She then tells him to bring out the filter and other stuff while she gets the lighter material needed to start cleaning the pool. She wants to vacuum the bottom to waste and she has trouble with the filter. She wants Tim to operate the filter as she walks the edge. She also wants him to steady her when she gets to the edge that has no fence on it to which he agrees and operate the filter. Seeing her tits from the bottom will be an unequaled treat for his eyes and with every movement her chest sways. When she leans to get to the center of the pool, her butt is more exposed through the rips in the jeans but still no underwear can be detected as Tim is in fantasy heaven.

She wants to flush the filter to get better suction and Tim responds to the order. When she emphasized suction, her face glowed as his head is swimming in fantasies. She is standing on the deck leaning on the pole used for vacuuming as her glorious chest splits the long rod and it is almost hidden in the cleavage. Tim is struggling with the job at hand and the view from above when finally he gets the filter working properly. She then tells him to help steady her, as she will be on the small edge. His hands hold her legs and he can feel her leg muscles working to keep her balance, looking up he can also see a small wet spot between her legs. With her breasts hanging and shaking, Tim's cock does some growing and he is having a tough time keeping his mind on his job, suddenly losing his grip. She was falling in the cold, dirty water and there was nothing he could do now for she was already in the pool. She jumped up screaming from embarrassment. Wiping her face free of water, her arms squished her breasts against her chest making her nipples fully distended. She did not try to hide what the water did to her clothes and for her body because she saw his eyes go wide and straight to her bosom. As she pulled her hair back she pushed out her chest so he could get the full view of her teasing body.

She gets out of the pool and tells him to finish, as she needs a shower. She also gives him a look of disappointment for letting her fall but it turns into a grin. "It will wash off, I hope," she tells him. "Don't worry, when I get out of the shower we will have some lunch. Just finish what you can until I call." Tim now feels he lost all the trust she had in him and he wants to earn that trust back again. He tells himself that the pool will be done when she calls him for lunch.

As Kathy gets in the shower she begins to formulate a plan to seduce the young man. Maybe a short photo session of her being topless or naked, maybe dressing a lace nightgown or a short sundress. They could just look through the pictures that her late husband took of her and see what Tim thinks of them. Maybe she should let him jerk off on her tits or give him a blowjob as she wants him to blow a load and watch it coming from his young cock, knowing that she can still make it happen. She scrubs herself clean and also shaves her legs and armpits to feel smooth all over. After drying herself she slips into a white thong bikini bottom with a tiny triangle top, while she ties the top tight on the sides and loose from the neck as the cloth coverings are modified to fit. She wants the nipples to be covered and the sides of the mounds to be able to spill out when she bends over. She decides to tease the hell out of the young man before she masturbates him to ejaculation as she will kneel between his legs and push her breasts together with her arms, moving her hands around his scrotum. His load will be caught with her cleavage and then spread about with her fingers, he should like that!

From the kitchen she watches him work as she prepares a light lunch. Her hair is dried and nicely done and her short terry cover-up shows off her legs, as do the high-heeled slippers. The cover-up is pulled tight by the ties but will show more tempting cleavage as they become looser with each movement she makes. She calls him in and as he enters the room he stops and gawks. 

"I cleaned up pretty well, don't you think?" she laughs. 

He shakes his head as she turns to show off her body before telling him to go wash up and lunch will be served when he gets back. While washing Tim's heart wants to jump out of his chest because this woman is so sexy and beautiful! Kathy shows him where to sit at the table, but has him remove his shirt first because it is dirty. She then helps him with his chair and her hands brush across his shoulders as she goes to the refrigerator. Bending at the waist her tie loosens and he gazes at her behind, with her legs together and in those heels her ass is barely covered as the robe slides past the bottom of the thong. Her butt cheeks are bare and as she turns back, he sees that she is wearing a bikini top. He was hoping that she would be nude but the more stuff she puts on the table the more open her cover-up gets and Tim enjoys the view. Even though she is not nude she looks great but she says the cover-up must go, as she can't keep it tied. Her body seems to come alive as her breasts bounce about her chest. Kathy then stands while thinking what else she needs with one arm is under those magnificent breasts and the other holding her chin, bent at the elbow and resting on the other hand, her bosom is framed.


The Neighbor Lady



Dedicated to my friend Eric R.


Todd was the happiest man on the block. Maybe the happiest in the entire development, or for that matter how about the state? That was certainly possible. He looked over at Claire, asleep in the watery moonlight. A full moon hung near the horizon, its lower limb just grazing the top of the slat fence surrounding her back yard. Todd half-expected, half-wished for a tomcat ambling across moon's the white face. That would make things perfect.

Todd was 36 years old, Claire a few years older. He guessed her age at 40ish, though he'd never asked, and she'd never volunteered the information. She was his next-door neighbor, and the fence supporting the moon separated his property from hers. Claire's husband was away on business, Buffalo this time, Claire had explained with a shake of the head. He'd be gone four days. 

Todd eyed the engagement ring, wedding band and anniversary ring on the third finger of her left hand, curled limply against her right cheek. He felt alternately jealous, disturbed and guilty about those rings; he was intruding upon a 15 year old, solid marriage. All the years Claire had laid in this bed alongside Carl, well that just made his chest ache. A week ago he'd sat down at the dining room table and calculated the number of times Carl had probably done with Claire what he had done with her tonight. The number had left him staggered, disheartened and depressed. Experiencing some disheartenment now, he reached over and gently brushed the back of his fingers against hers. She stirred and murmured unintelligibly. Then she turned on her side away from him and tucked the covers up to her chin.

It had started so unexpectedly. Todd was an insurance adjuster and one afternoon he'd headed out with four claims to investigate. The first and last claims were both roof damage caused by the series of violent thunderstorms two nights before. The 3rd claim was also weather related, a tree down in the back yard and a damaged garage. To his surprise, he recognized the address. He should, it was right next door: Carl and Claire Langley, the insured. Brand new to the development, Todd had seen his neighbors a few times, but hadn't yet introduced himself. Claire, huh? He liked that name.

Gingerly pinching the bedclothes with his fingertips, Todd exposed her bare shoulder. She stirred and shifted uncomfortably, muttering again. But Todd waited her out, and then slid the bedding down and uncovered her right arm, her waist, and finally the rise of her hip. He let the bedclothes settle and took pleasure in observing her naked upper body. A shame she hadn't turned toward, instead of away from him; she had such beautiful breasts. 

At 3:35 P.M., on the afternoon of August 17th, Todd pulled his company car into the driveway at 1335 Clement Drive and turned off the engine. Mrs. Langley was home, evidenced by her powder-blue Audi parked before the garage and the open front door. He performed his usual pre-inspection activity in the car, and then got out, following the driveway to a set of flagstones set between the driveway and front walk, and crossed over. Claire answered the ringing doorbell in a matter of moments.

"Good afternoon, neighbor." He grinned deprecatingly and motioned to his own house next door. "I'm Todd Corliss. I'm your insurance adjuster also, and I'm here to look at your damage?" He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and tried not to show how embarrassed he was. Later, it seemed impossible that he hadn't been knocked out by her grace and charm, if not by her looks. Her smile made his smile falter slightly. 

Oh, my God...how did I miss that horrible scar on her right cheek? It was hidden at first by reflections on the storm door glass, and then by the edge of the doorframe as she held it open. It was only when she smiled and extended her hand to shake his, necessitating a step down to join him on the stoop, that her injury began evident. He realized the scar didn't only deface her, but whatever event had inflicted it had also mauled her right ear. Barely half remained, and what did remain was unnerving to look at. As was her slightly drooping left eye. 

"Glad to meet you finally, Todd. My husband Carl planned to invite you over for the game tomorrow night. Are you a Steeler's fan?"

Todd couldn't immediately find his tongue. She grinned again, lopsided due to the scar. It was actually two scars, Todd saw, separated by half an inch of shimmering white skin; between the two, they ran from her jaw line to the roots of her hair just above the temple. Todd felt momentarily sick at his stomach. Claire laughed.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

Todd blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"I'm used to people's first reaction to my face." She touched her fingertips lightly to her left cheek, not self-consciously, but almost unconsciously, Todd felt, as though reminding her it was there. 

"I'm...no...I'm not..."

"Of course you are," Claire said, laughing again. "Everyone is the first time they see me. I can't believe no one filled you in, warned you about the ogre lady next door." She crossed her eyes and bared her teeth in a comedic grimace, clawing the air with her free hand. Todd almost stepped back, feeling a momentary, thoughtless revulsion. She laughed at his resulting expression.

"It was an auto accident, 15 years ago. We'd just flown back from our honeymoon in the Caymans, and were heading home from the airport. A man cut us off on a curve and Carl lost control in the rain and we slid sideways into the guardrail. It was the guardrail that did this to me, surprisingly. Somehow we hit it just right and the rail peeled up like a banana skin and punched right through my window. Since we were going backwards at the time, you'd think it would get the left side of my face rather than the right side. Not that it really matters, though, right?" 

The question, the entire explanation, had a well-worn and practiced quality to it. Todd wondered how many times she had allayed a new acquaintance's discomfort with this easy demeanor and matter of fact storytelling. It had certainly worked on him. His heart had calmed and his blood pressure dropped from the danger zone. His reaction had been the same as seeing pictures of children disfigured by harelips or facial deformities in a magazine. He felt thoroughly ashamed of himself.

"My face and ear weren't the only victims of the railing unfortunately. It decided I'd look better without a right breast, and neatly amputated it in a stroke." She made a downward slicing motion with her right hand that made Todd wince. "When it got to my stomach, it decided I was better off without children and neatly scooped out my uterus like a big spoon and deposited it neatly on my lap. I was not a pretty sight, believe me."

Todd realized her knew Claire Langley, or knew of her, anyway...as everyone did in the tri-state area. Her accident and horrible disfigurement had dominated the news for months, especially the marathon surgeries to reattach her amputated right breast, and to undo the carnage inflicted upon her midsection. He remembered hearing that rescue workers had indeed found her uterus sitting neatly in her lap, as though removed by a surgeon. And although surgeons had saved the breast, and had somehow replaced her uterus, Claire's days of being a prospective mother were over. 

"Would you like to come in?" Claire asked.

From right out of nowhere, shocking in the circumstances, a thought came into Todd's mind: What I'd like to do, Claire, is make love to you.

"Yes, thank you very much." He stepped past and into a small foyer laid out mirror image of his. He realized the entire floor plan was a mirror image. Smiling, she led him down the long hallway to the living room, decorated nicely in powder blue overstuffed furniture consisting of sofa, chair and loveseat—the walls were painted a matching baby-blue color, which should have be ugly, but wasn't--and into the brightly illuminated kitchen. For the first time he noted her clothing in detail. She wore a simple white sleeveless top tucked into blue Capri's, a black belt at the waist. On her feet were thin black sandals. Her fingernails and toenails were both a pale shade of pink. Her dark blonde hair brushed the back of her neck and was just the perfect length to frame her oval, nicely featured face. Prior to the accident, she must have been a strikingly attractive woman, he thought. She was still attractive, in profile, and he was quickly becoming accustomed to her post injury features. He loved her slightly bobbed nose and her emerald green eyes. Her lips, at one time, would have invited kisses the way pollen invited busy little bees. He felt like a busy little bee himself. Yet totally, unexpectedly at ease with this woman.

"Can I ask you a question?" He lost track of the question as he caught the hint of something peripherally, and then snapped to the right and focused in. "What...?" He blinked in confusion and stepped past her, closer to the window.

"Well, my goodness," she said. "Look at that."

Todd nodded dumbly. In the back yard were a man and woman. The woman stood with her arms crossed loosely over her chest and her head cocked interestedly; the man wrote busily on a white lined pad of paper inside a thin, folded over leather notecase. Todd looked down at the notecase under his arm. The man wore a blue suit identical to his own, and the woman, though her face was turned away and features obscured by her dark brown hair, wore the same sleeveless white shirt and dark blue Capri's as Claire.

"Uh...I'm sorry. Is that your sister out there?" Maybe she had a twin, he thought. It was possible she had a twin. Many women have twins that dress identically. The woman certainly had Claire's slender figure and guileless bearing. And her profile, he noted as she moved her head slightly, was identical.

"I don't have a sister," Claire confided, pulverizing that theory. 

"She certainly looks like you though. Your mother?" he asked, feeling foolish.

Claire's bent grin became wry. "Not my mom, no. She's in Minnesota and weighs about two and a half of me." She laughed, delightedly, but with a solid undercurrent of discomfort. She cleared her throat. "I have something to tell you."

Todd's heart assaulted his ribcage as the man, down on one knee inspecting the exposed roots of the tree crushing the rear of Claire's garage, stood up and turned in profile. "No way. Wait a minute..." He took a step away from the window and started at the touch of Claire's hand on his shoulder.

"This happens only once in a great while."

"What does?" Todd muttered. Just a little more, turn to me a little more so I can see, he thought.

"That something is revealed to me."

Todd half-turned his head, giving her his attention, if not his gaze. That was locked on the blue-suited stranger.

"It's happened only four times in my life...well, five now."

"What? What's happened only five times in your life?" he asked frantically. Only the hand on his shoulder kept him in place. And the knowledge of what her close proximity was doing to him. But it was so hard to breath, like a big-handed monster had one paw either side of his chest and was squeezing it shut.

As Claire turned Todd in order to face her, and then slipped into his arms in order to be kissed, she explained: "That I was told beforehand that I'd make love to a man."

* * *

It was 4:40 P.M., and Carl would be home at 6:00. They faced each under, comfortable between the satin sheets, holding each other's hands. Looking into those green eyes, Todd barely noticed her imperfections. What an incredible woman, he thought. What an incredible story. 

"Not to sound full of myself, but it pleases me no end that you've only been with four other men in your life."

Claire smiled, almost timidly, Todd thought. She had such incredible, mesmerizing green eyes. He thought he could drown in their quarry-like depths.

"In that case, it should please you even more to know that you're only the second man since my early 20's. I've been an exceedingly loyal spouse. I never even considered sleeping on Carl until today. Well, that's not true." Her brow furrowed. "Actually, I suspected the first time I saw you." She laughed. "I'd have died of embarrassment if you'd caught me peeking the day you moved in. I also knew beforehand with Alex--he was my 3rd."

Todd shook his head. "I'm having a hard time wrapping my intellect around this. You didn't even question it?" 

Claire grinned wryly again. "I questioned my sanity, is what I did. The first time was in middle school. For the sake of etiquette, I won't get into the nitty griity sex part. That's between my maker, myself and Jose. It didn't happen overnight though. After my sighting, I resisted the pairing strenuously, but fate kept throwing things in our, steering us inexorably into each others arms. It took two months, but I finally tripped and fell, and he caught me neatly. 

"Michael my second took two weeks. It was my freshman year at State and I watched the two of us crossing the quad hand in hand, big ridiculous grins on our faces, obviously in love. Two days later Michael approached me a dorm party, and for decorum's sake, I held out another 12 days. We finished college together and then drifted slowly apart, both emotionally and physically. Michael was from Philadelphia; I was born and raised right here in Delaware. Alex, I spent a weekend with in the Pocono's, and never saw again."

"And Carl, you married," Todd concluded. 

"Yes I did, and that was 15 years ago." She sighed. "And now here's you. Why, I wonder? A better question might be why you'd jump in bed with Frankenstein's monster?"

Todd only stared at her. 

"Let me guess: My injuries are meaningless to you."

Todd thought that over. "No. Your injuries affect me greatly, on a subconscious level, I think, mostly. If I can be honest with you—"

"Please do," she interrupted.

"They pretty much horrify me. The injuries, not you. I wanted you the second I entered the house. It was like a black hole opened and wanted to suck you in, capture and hold onto you forever. I've never experienced that before. I immediately imagined you in bed...well, doing what we just did."

Claire laughed softly. "It's been a while since some of those things were done to me, Todd. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Todd felt himself blush.

The truth was, her injuries were truly horrific. The railing had raked her entire right side, starting below the collarbone and ravaging everything between it and the top of her right thigh. It had surgically removed her right breast and left a gaping wound in her abdomen. Her body was a roadmap of Hell, wide superhighways of raised scar tissue running north and south, secondary roads going in every direction, infernal railway lines, and swaths that looked like recent lava flows. Her right breast though...despite the circling loop of ragged stitches he'd traced in wonder with his fingertips, it appeared almost pristine, flawless, as it must have the day before the accident. She responded well enough to his touch, proving tactile sensitively remained, and her right nipple hardened just as quickly and arousingly as her left. What truly amazed him though was that buried beneath all that tortured landscape was an efficiently functioning woman. He'd never had such an intense--and intensely enjoyable-- sexual encounter. 

"Yes," she said.

He blinked, confused. "Yes, what?"

"You were wondering if my ovaries are there, and the answer is yes. Fully functional in fact. As evidenced by an ever so slight staining of my vaginal juices...and your semen, most likely."

Todd's eyes went automatically to her area in question. "It's okay. I've never been bothered by a woman's menstrual flow. But...how did you know?"

"That you were wondering?" Claire shrugged. "Just comes with the territory. I've learned to accept it. But I should warn you now that when we're together, I'll have the ability to anticipate everything you do, and everything you want. Like how I knew to turn onto my tummy when I did and let you take me from the rear." She laughed at his sudden furious blush. "I also knew that you wanted to have me anally, but didn't ask, out of respect for my feelings." She freed a hand and placed it gently against his chest. "I would have let you, you know. I would have enjoyed it." She flushed, catching his embarrassment. 

They maintained an embarrassed silence, until Todd finally asked: "What other things was I thinking?"

"Well, for one thing, you were really relieved when my mouth worked the way it should." She laughed. "More or less, anyway. I have a more difficult time now, than I did before, giving head. You were also relieved that I could kiss normally.'

Todd laughed now. "Boy you can kiss. You kiss like two women put together, Claire. What's your middle name?" 

"You'll laugh."

"Why would I laugh?"

"Because it's silly."

"All the more reason to tell me," he urged.

She shook her head. "My parents were idiots."

"What did they name you?" he pressed.

She sighed. Peevishly, she pronounced: "Claire Edward Larue Tolley Jamieson." 

"What?" He burst out laughing, and then apologized when she turned away and onto the other shoulder. He urged her back again, which she did only reluctantly. He felt like a young man again, a college boy, in bed on his first date, discovering intimacies through playful coercion. She seemed almost like a college girl. Imagine her at 22, he thought, in full sexual and emotional bloom.

"I told you my parents were idiots."

It was then 5 o'clock, and Claire decided that prudence was in order.

"When can I see you again?" Todd was anxious, again like a college boy, fearing rejection. Claire grinned at him.

"You don't understand, do you?" 

Todd waited.

"I'm supposed to be with you. Has this afternoon taught you nothing?"

Todd said, "I guess I'm slow to catch on. Does that mean yes?"

She laughed, delightedly, emerald eyes sparkling, teeth flashing white, color pinking her cheeks. "That is most emphatically, a yes, dear." She leaned in, and he gave her a kiss. I it dawned on him that for the last 20 minutes he'd not once noticed her jagged scars, nor her slightly tilted right eye. To him, she was perfect.

"Can I...?" he gulped.

"Can you what?" she asked innocently.

His face reddened dangerously.

"Spit it out, son."

He began to snicker appreciatively. "Thought you could read my mind, daughter?"

Her grin brightened the entire room. "Oh, there's no doubt I can read your mind. There's no doubt I want to torture you with it, either. If you don't ask, I'll make you take it by force."

Todd laughed, eyebrows knitting together. "Maybe I would like that, Claire."

"Maybe I would too," she countered, grinning even more impishly. "I might decide to fight though. I'm not to be taken lightly, you know. I could make it very hard on you."

For a moment, Todd wondered what exactly they were talking about. And then she said: "If you bring scarves, you can tie me to the bed and ravish me, face up, or face down. You can bring other things, as well. Just don't tell my mother."

* * *

It was 8 months since he'd first stumbled through her front door, stumbled into her bedroom, into her bed and then finally into her. A memorable 8 months, he thought distractedly. If she was becoming used to him, beginning to loose her edge a little, it was beyond his ability to tell. Every time they copulated she was just as energetic as before, just as demanding, just as fulfilling. He'd grown only more attached to her in the 8 months. It was torture, being so close, and having her just out of reach. Thank God Carl's business took him out of town two, maybe three times a month. Todd doubted he could survive a longer absence than that. Now, asleep beside him, he marveled at how completely she owned his soul. And his aching genitals. 




The Neighbor Lady



He brushed his fingertips lightly along her bicep, raising gooseflesh. The moonlight illuminated each sprout of hair, standing erect like a miniature penis. God, how he wanted to roll her over and mount her again. Though loving everything they did, she cherished being beneath him the most, front to front, missionary style, making a baby the way God had intended, had designed them for. She lived for the moment he went rigid and thrust his member into her like a railroad spike; she came immediately, crying out, arching upward and inhaling in a whooping gasp, eyes bulging, lips drawn back in a snarl, fingernails raking his back, practically dislocating her hips in order to butterfly herself for maximum penetration. Her orgasm amplified his orgasm until he erupted within her like a volcano, exploded, like a detonating bomb, flooding her like a fire hose. Her orgasm went on and on and on, like a runaway freight train. He had to douse her sometimes; otherwise she hyperventilated and passed out. She'd done that before, passed out. She's almost done it tonight.

"Don't you ever get tired of fucking me?" she mumbled.

Todd laughed. Tonight, he'd done her with a strap-on, ravishing her tight little ass (only it wasn't so tight anymore, was it?) with a dildo so big it packed her entire rectum with rubber, stretching it the way his erection never could. It had hurt, he knew that, but that didn't stop her pillowing her cheek on her hands and smiling dreamily through the whole thing. It was the first time he'd mounted her with a dildo.

"You know what I feel like, don't you?" When he didn't answer, she said: "Like an abandoned well. You know, one of those stone-lined things you see in westerns?" She began to laugh when he did. "You think it's funny don't you?"

He wasn't sure about funny, but he liked that she ached inside and would have difficulty sitting tomorrow, or even walking. He was man enough to admit that. 

"I'm nothing but your sexual plaything, your Barbie doll with a hole."

Still laughing, he kissed her still-goose-fleshed arm and then rolled her onto her back. He swept the sheets down her length to her knees, exposing her nakedness. In the moonlight, her map of Hell seemed almost beautiful. It bothered her, he knew, that he could appreciate the grotesque tracery of scars, often tracing them with his fingertips and followed their roadways with kisses. He would spoon with her after sex, circling her right breast, following the encircling beltway with his middle fingertip. They both knew he loved her, both knew that she loved him. Of course, she loved her husband too. 

"Open you legs," he said softly. Dutifully, she spread her thighs and drew her knees up, butterflying herself for him. She also kept her arms dutifully at her sides, where they belonged. She watched him expectantly, a little apprehensively, he thought. Sometimes it was no clearer to her what he wanted, than to him. He slipped his finger inside her and sought out her G-spot. She immediately stiffened and arched her back and gasped. Her head went rigid atop her stiff neck; chin thrust upward, eyes alarmed. Todd had a talent for terrorizing her G-spot. Whether it existed or not.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth.

He inserted another finger. The better to feel you with, my dear. 

"How about this?" he asked.

She nodded stiffly.

"And this?"

She gasped and Todd climbed atop her and buried his mouth in her sweetness. Between his thighs, a hungry mouth sought out and enveloped his cock-head with eager warmth and suction. He moaned as the mouth traveled up his shaft and buried itself in his pubic hair. Claire was hairless, smooth and silky as a newborn. Even her asshole was bare, like that of a porno model. Todd marveled at it again and again, how she presented herself to him as though coming from an extreme bikini wax. 

He kissed her delicate pink lips and tickled the end of her clitoris with his tongue. As always, this elicited a guttural moan. He looked down to confirm her fists were clenched at her sides, muscles in her forearms standing out like cords. She would keep herself like this, submissive to him, until given permission to move. It just drove him wild. Very often she would find herself with a mouthful of cum. 

"I love you, Claire."

Her lips descended his pole. "I love you too, Todd," she whispered huskily, and then went back to her sucking while Todd returned to his devouring. He forced her legs farther apart, pinioned them to the mattress. She groaned, but continued her blowjob and kept her hands clenched obediently at her side. What struck Todd so hilarious, was that Claire followed her own directive on this, not his. He'd never instructed her to submit, lay still, and surrender herself. She did it of her own accord, and though it was never discussed, Todd knew she required this compulsory behavior. He certainly enjoyed it. He imagined that Carl did as well, though that was a subject he'd never broach. 

He concentrated on her clitoris, knowing this button controlled everything she did, everything she was during sex. It was hardwired to her libido; was, in fact, her libido. While he controlled this button, he controlled Claire. That kind of control he liked. Surprisingly, he ceded control.

"Are you okay?" Panting, she looked at him, puzzled. Todd never surrendered her clitoris this soon, leaving her in a sound state of mind. He reversed direction on the bed and knelt over her. 

"I apologize for what I did to you earlier."

"What you did to me earlier? You drove me insane with pleasure, is what you did to me, Todd."

Todd sighed. "Somehow, it's escaped your attention that I put my cock in ever hole in your body. Sometimes, from hole to hole without regard to hygiene or common decency, Claire."

"Todd..." she complained, embarrassed. 

Todd laughed mirthlessly. Then he bent down and kissed her incredible mouth. Then he gently attacked her neck and both shoulders and the hollows beneath her ears, both the good one and the bad. Then he lowered himself and slid into her waiting, sopping wet vagina. Her legs closed around him, followed by her arms, encircling his neck.

"I love this," she whispered.

Todd moved his erection in and out of her, slowly, rhythmically, and methodically. The tempo of her respiration quickened, her face reddening, breathing between her open lips. She moved her slim hips in matching, cadence, buried her face in the nook between his neck and shoulder. She began to moan rhythmically also. 

"I love this a lot," she whispered raspingly. "But this is just you, pleasuring me again." She eased her grip on him.

"What do you mean?"

She watched him with her emerald eyes.

"As hackneyed as this sounds, I live to pleasure you, Claire."

She nodded. "And I take that pleasure and do little to give it back."

He shook his head in negation. "That's just bullshit. Don't you dare feel guilty about this." Somehow, this was all turned around. He was guilty of invading her bed, of stealing the wife of his neighbor...of plundering her. He might as well be a pillaging Viking. 

"Let me do something for you, Todd."

He shook his head in disbelief. "What more can you do for me than what you do now? Except leave your husband and marry me," he joked. 

That earned a poignant smile. "I know what you want."

Todd looked down at her, mystified.

"Remember, I'm empathic. Each time you penetrate me, especially anally, I feel this surge of curiosity in you. It's not the word for it...desire, maybe, longing? I don't want to embarrass you, Todd. I realize this is iffy."

Todd felt more than embarrassment, try horrified. He'd never divulged this desire for anal sex to anyone, not even his ex-wife. Not even to his twin brother, Dale, who was obstinately gay. It was the one aspect of his relationship with Claire that he feared. Angst roiled his belly.

She reached up and touched his cheek. "Todd, sweetheart. Not three hours ago, I knelt on this mattress waggling my tail in complete happiness as you fucked it with a 9" long dildo. I didn't feel embarrassed by this? Or the dozens of times you've taken me anally with your wonderful erection, filling me with something other than happiness? Do you really suppose so much of a difference exists between you and I? You're male and I'm female: so what? We both feel pleasure. We both need to pleasure the other." She rose up and kissed him hard. "I know you want me too. For the first time, I have the opportunity to do it. Please let me?"

This was insane. What did she intend, to put him on his knees and drill him with the strap on? That's what she was talking about, Todd thought. Strapping on the six-guns and broncing him, like he'd bronced to her. 

Booolsheeeet, Charley! No way!

"I won't hurt you," she promised. 'Let me do this for you?"

He laughed, bitterly. "I feel guilty for saying no? Explain me that, Claire."

She rose up and kissed him again. "Let me?"

A minute later, Todd lowered his face and pillowed it atop his folded hands, as Claire had done. Panic gripped his insides, not simply a fear of undergoing pain, but of submitting to a homosexual act. Agreeing to it, in fact, welcoming it. And let's not mince words. A 9" dildo was every bit a cock up your ass as flesh cock attached to a body. Once he did this, he couldn't turn back, undo it, couldn't be Todd the Straight Guy again. Of course, it wasn't just anyone he was doing it with either. Glancing back, he watched Claire remove the dildo from the harness, drop the harness to the coverlet, and turn it thoughtfully in her hands. Undoubtedly she considered this a more caring way to begin, something he'd failed miserably to do with her. Discovering him watching, she smiled crookedly, the only way she could, and for a moment Todd imagined her an instant after the accident, stunned, dazed, and as yet unaware of her injuries, soon to be horribly traumatized. Her severed breast had ended up where, he wondered? On the floor? Trapped in her shredded clothing? In her lap alongside her ruined womb? He imagined himself traveling back in time, returning her to flawless beauty, finding the son of a bitch in the Oldsmobile and running his ass off the road. 

"What?" he asked.

"I said, would you like to hold yourself apart? It'll make putting it in easier." She smiled crookedly again. 

Todd laughed. "I'm comfortable like this. And if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me too." 

This was obfuscation, of course; Claire had clutched her buttocks and held herself open the first five minutes of her impaling, grunting, acclimating herself, moving her rear end in anything but pleasure. The pleasure came only once her rectum and anus had adjusted to the onslaught, and beneath Claire's gentle hand, he would feel none of that. 

"I like this, knowing that we'll have shared equally." she said. 

He grinned as she applied KY to the dildo's entire length. The shaft portion was 7" long, the remaining 2" comprised of the imitation scrotum and balls. It stood upright by itself, in case you wanted to sit on it. Todd had imagined sitting on it, just as he'd imagined being on his knees, just as he was now. He wasn't sure about the real thing though, not sure if he'd want some guy sticking a cock up his ass and fucking him with it (large, medium or small, regardless), accepting the outcome of such an act (certainly not like Claire, without protection of a condom, trusting him implicitly), carrying that knowledge around with him the rest of his life\. Observing Claire, beautiful in the moonlight despite her rugged roadwork, he thought, Maybe being a girl wasn't so bad. Maybe it was he—and all guys for that matter—that were missing out. Maybe he should have paid more attention to that dreamy look she got every time he planted himself in her behind. And she was right; his mouth and rectum were not significantly different than hers. His rectum, at least, could share the pleasure.

"You're smiling," she said. "That's encouraging." She held the dildo aloft. "Am I right? I don't always get it right, Todd. It's not my desire to shame you into something you wouldn't think to do." She smiled sweetly. "Maybe it's just my enthusiasm, deciding that anything I enjoy so much would naturally be enjoyed by my partner." She let the dildo droop, symbolically.

"You weren't wrong," Todd said. "Not about the dildo. I've imagined myself with one for years now. Probably—almost certainly—the only reason I've not, is that my brother is gay and I was ashamed by the fact."

She smiled wryly, nodding. "Fruit from the poisoned tree? Enjoying yourself doesn't mean your gay, Todd. If I were a man, maybe, that would be different—then you would be gay," she said, laughing lightly, stroking the back of his calf with her free hand. "The truth is, I have a very unexpected vibration, imagining—anticipating—taking you with the strap-on. I guess I've always wondered what holstering the gun would be like." 

Her embarrassed laugh had two effects on Todd, one welcome, one, not so much, and quite embarrassing. Claire noted the second effect with some embarrassment of her own.

"Did I do that?" Hesitantly, almost nibbling her lower lip, she extended her fingers and encircled Todd's still lengthening erection. "Oh, my," she said, grinning. Todd knew, though he couldn't see it in the thin wash of moonlight, that her face was becoming red. He enjoyed her embarrassment, almost as much as her slender hand wrapped around his penis. Would he remain erect all the way through, he wondered? That concept embarrassed him even more.

To his surprise, Claire leaned forward and kissed the backside of his scrotum. It immediately sucked up tight, wrinkling like a prune against the base of his cock. Kissing and licking each bump with her tongue, she coaxed them back out of hiding again. Todd noted his increased respiration and the sudden interest of his heart. Nothing like a little surge of testosterone, he thought. She began to stroke him lightly as each testicle received a bath within her warm mouth. Then she bent over and twisted her head upward and sucked him into her mouth and began to fellate him. It had to be the most interesting position he'd ever been in, Todd thought, receiving a blowjob. Then Claire released him and laughing giddily, sat up, wiping her mouth.

"That was interesting."

Todd watched her rotate her head, working out a kink. "Don't injure yourself," he warned. "That'll take all the fun out of it."

She laughed, admitting sheepishly: "There are better positions to attempt head-giving from, I guess. Did you like it?"

"You have to ask?"

She laughed again, and then she surprised him by leaning forward and kissing his behind. 

"Claire..."

"I have to work up to this," she said, her expression anxious.

"You don't have to do this," he objected.

"You do it to me."

"That's different. You're a girl and I'm a guy." 

Claire rolled her eyes. She'd long ago given up correcting his "girl" idiom. She was his "girl" like it or not, and never mind that she was four years his senior.

"I was squeamish my first time too," she said.

"I'm not being squeamish on my part. It's you I'm worried about."

She snorted at that. "My mouth is any different than yours? My lips and tongue? Or do you assume, because you're a macho guy, that my immune systems is any less capable than yours?" She stuck out her tongue defiantly, and then waved it tauntingly. Todd almost came off his knees and put that tongue to another use. But then she grinned, leaned forward and planted a kiss where he always planted one on her. He moaned, despite himself.

"That wasn't so bad," she rationalized. He saw her fight the impulse to lick her lips. From experience, he knew that impulse was automatic and powerful. It wouldn't matter anyway, not if she continued with her insane imitation.

Impulsively, she did it again, and then kissed him a third time. He had to admit, he liked it. Then she withdrew her face and peeked around his hip, smiling hopefully. She didn't really want to continue on with her tongue—Todd was right about that—so he smiled and thanked her for the thoughtfulness and urged her to continue to the next part of the operation. He laughed when she thoughtlessly licked her lips and then grimaced, wondering about the times he'd forcibly kissed her afterward, she accepting it wordlessly, uncomplainingly. Of course, he usually had her wound tight as a yoyo by then. He could introduce a Doberman into the party without complaint.

Then she surprised him yet again by getting on her knees, spreading his buttocks apart and burying her face in his backside. In for a penny, in for a dollar he thought distractedly, She deployed her tongue in exactly the way she remembered it being used on her. And truthfully, Todd really enjoyed it, as much as she probably enjoyed having it done to her. Unfortunately, his arousal never rose beyond the stage of dreamy satisfaction, but of course, he didn't have a corresponding vagina and clitoris within easy reach of her tongue, either. And she wasn't yet adept enough at the process to remember his testicles and erection, as say, maybe a man would. Not that he wanted a man back there, no siree Bob. He wanted Claire. 

Finally she came up for air, panting. "Am I doing this right?" She hadn't missed the obvious difference in their reactions. He explained the dissimilarity in their anatomies, pointing out that Claire, as a female, had a vagina and a clitoris, which he attacked with equal vigor. She accepted this, if not at face value, then at least willingly. 

"In other words, I'm the slave of my body, while you're the captain of it?" Still panting, grinning, she nodded and said, "I like that idea." 

Ten seconds later she was on her knees with Todd's tongue buried in her backside again.

* * *

The next evening, they tried again. Just after midnight, Todd settled his face onto the backside of his hands and wagged his tail expectantly.

"Will this end up like last night ended up?" Claire asked.

Todd laughed. "If you want it to, my dear."

Claire frowned. "My bottom's got quite enough of a workout lately, thank you." She eyed him warily while lubricating the long, flesh colored shaft. He could tell by her movements and sudden little grimaces of pain, and the way she found it so uncomfortable to sit upright, that he'd overdone it big time. He imagined how the dead-end of her rectum felt. Would she get her comeuppance tonight? He couldn't blame her, and he so richly deserved it.

"I'm coming for you," she whispered theatrically. He laughed, which made her giggle in response. She looked apprehensively at his backside. This hadn't gone so well for her last night.

"Honestly, Todd. No matter what I do, not even if I beg you for it, promise me, no more tonight. I feel like a horse got after me." She squirmed miserably, emphasizing the point.

Todd said, "I can't promise anything, dear heart. I am helpless before a determined woman...or an uncontainable one. You know how you get when you want something, dear."

"How I get!" she replied indignantly. "How you make me, you mean!" She slapped his buttock, also indignantly. He laughed and wagged it at her. 

"Mount me, Daddy. Please." 

She slapped him again and growled threateningly. Her slaps were patently girl-like, just like the rest of her. Todd wondered how she'd weather a good hard spanking. She had a good bottom for spanking, trim and tight, deliciously round, like that of a teenager. Like everything about her, he marveled, perfect. Even her terrible scarring: It defined, rather than marked her. Not for the first time, he wondered how much of his tremendous attachment had to do with that.

Claire's fingertip touched his anus. It was slick with KY and she worked the lube all around the hole and the surrounding area. Todd shivered as a cold finger of anxiety touched his spine. He laughed nervously as her fingertip worked its way inside and lubricated the flesh there also. Then she repeated the actions twice more, lubricating him completely. He cursed himself now for his lack of experimentation. On the other hand, it was Claire, and she deserved his virginity. 




The Neighbor Lady



"You OK?" she asked. He met her eyes and smiled.

"I'm glad it's you doing this, and not someone else."

"I'm glad it's me too," she said, smiling her crooked, now embarrassed smile. "I only hope you like this as much as I do."

He just smiled and waited.

"Close your eyes," she said. 

He dutifully closed his eyes. A moment later the tip of the dildo touched his anus and he winced automatically, in anticipation. He liked the feel of her fingers spreading him apart, holding his buttocks open. He shivered again as the head first pushed against, and then began to unlock his taut anus, making him wince in real pain this time. 

Relax, he thought to himself. She goes through this every time we're together and she never complains, and I never treat her with such gentleness. A moment later the head was entirely inside the ring and he adjusted himself in discomfort, understanding what Claire felt every time. 

"Are you okay, Todd?"

"It hurts, but it feels pretty good too." He opened his eyes and met her gaze. "Forgive me all the times I put you through this and enjoyed your initial reaction. I guess the experts are right about us; we get off on hurting you all."

"You're a man. Men are animals," she said, laughing. She stroked his hip as the head of the dildo inched through his anus and into his rectum. He guessed it was 2" inside now, maybe more. Only five more inches to go, he thought, wryly.

Dryly she asked: "While I have you like this, can I ask you a question?"

He laughed harder and Claire joined in. He reached back and waved his hand, which she took, keeping her other hand inching dildo steadily inward. He knew at some point that he'd feel the pain as it bottomed out. So far, it only felt good. Good and tight and incredibly stimulating, re realized with some embarrassment. And as his erection grew, it only felt better. Soon he was standing fully at attention, although pointing straight down at the bed. 

"As I remember, this got me in trouble last night," she said. Her tone was almost wistful. 

"Just leave it alone. Maybe it'll go away on its own."

"I don't want it to go away," she complained. "It's beautiful. I want it in my mouth. Among other places," she mused, releasing the end of the dildo in favor of his cock. "You know, I could—"

"Leave it alone!" he ordered.

"OK! OK!" She released her grip and his cock swung back to the 6 o'clock position, pointing downward again, no worse for wear. He sensed her desperate longing for it. No woman had ever craved his cock before, craved him, not like this. He jealously was overwhelming, knowing Carl would return soon to claim her back. 

"Tell me if it starts to hurt," she urged. "We're not in any hurry. I don't want to hurt you."

The dildo was half way home, filling half his rectum. He nodded and placed both hands under his head again and let her finish sliding it home. Finally the dildo stopped, the head stopped by the 900 turn into his colon. Claire laughed.

"I always wondered what it looked like," she said. "This is really...deep, Todd. Do you know how much you took?"

Todd shrugged. "Six inches?" he guessed. 

Claire laughed. With her fingertip, she measured the distance between the base of the dildo and his taut anus. The distance was miniscule, maybe a quarter-inch. Todd realized he had taken it all, the entire 7" shaft. "Wow," he said, amazed. 

Claire giggled. "Now you know how I feel, big guy. It's something, isn't it?" 

Todd nodded/ 'It feels like a submarine up me. I feel like telephone post-hole, just as they put the telephone pole in it."

She laughed appreciatively, and then asked: "Can I fuck you with it now?"

"Fuck away, my darling." 

And she did, slowly at first, backing the dildo to the ring of his anus, and then inserting it again. Each time she did, Todd gave a moan of pleasure. He began to understand why this turned Claire on so much, also understood the discomfort she felt the next day, high up in her abdomen. He would feel that discomfort himself, already did feel it, but the feeling was good, the kind of pain you appreciated. And he didn't complain when she reached between his legs and claimed his cock with her free hand. He liked being masturbated while he was being fucked.

Claire varied the experience, interspersing sharp, hard and repeated jabs into his anus with the slow deep thrusts into his rectum. He began moving continuously, reacting to her thrusts, shifting his hips, rearranging his knees, arching and twisting his back, moaning loudly and deeply. The one thing he didn't vary was the cheek planted on his crossed hands. This was Claire's party, and he wouldn't interfere. 

A few minutes, and he became aware that Claire was no longer sitting relaxed beside him, but on her knees now, stroking with her right hand while fucking him with her left. She did both with a quiet, gentle vigor. Todd realized if she didn't stop soon, at least with the devastating hand-job, he'd be spraying precious fluid onto the bed sheets.

"Claire!" he gasped.

"What?" she gasped back. Damn if she didn't sound just as excited as he. Todd reached back and freed his cock form her hand, knocking it away. She complained "But..." and then agreed, "OK, OK," realizing his problem. Todd listened to her labored breathing, thinking I should be doing this to her, and She's dying for this. But he returned his hand to the other and placed his cheek atop them again. And Claire returned to fucking his ass with the big dildo.

It took five minutes, and then a frantic Claire was reaching for the harness and after removing the dildo and inserting and securing it in place, strapped it around her waist and around her thighs. Then she squat behind Todd the way he squat behind her, and fit the head of her new cock into his bottom. She panted, swiped at her hair, pushied it out of her face. Todd wondered how she could be so damned aroused. Maybe it was sympathetic, her actions triggering an automotive response in her, firing off millions of neurons. God knew he had millions of neurons firing off madly himself. 

"I'll try not to hurt you," Claire panted.

Todd laughed, and then grunted as she gripped him either side of the waist and thrust her hips downward, too hard, easing as Todd gasped and threw a hand back and gripped her thigh. 

"Sorry, sorry," she apologized profusely. More carefully, she pressed her hips forward and eased the dildo in to its full length. She's about to discover how strenuous it is, giving someone a good rutting, Todd thought. He kept his eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation of being royally fucked. 

* * *

It was sometime after 3 A.M. They lay on their stomachs, side by side, cheeks pillowed on their crossed hands. Pillows buoyed their hips and each smiled at the other. Claire had a vibrator up her rear end; Todd's played host to the 9" dildo. Both felt incredibly happy.

"Never in a million years could I have ever imagined this," Todd said.

Claire giggled. Her vibrator purr sensually in the quiet room. Todd tried it on himself first, and didn't see the attraction. He liked the dildo. He didn't want to take it out. Ever.

"I could get addicted to this thing," he said softly.

"I am addicted to this," Claire sighed. She rolled her hips in a deliberately provocative manner, laughing. "But I like your cock better, Todd."

"Your cock ain't bad either, baby," he quipped, doing a poor imitation of her hip roll as she giggled like a teenager again.

They lay and smiled together, rear ends infinitely happy. After a time, Todd asked: "Is it safe to sleep like this? With our company?"

Claire shrugged. "Only one way to find out." She raised up and slid over and met Todd halfway. The kiss lingered, went on and on, and then Todd and Claire returned to their spots on the mattress. Before you knew you, Claire had drifted silently away, holding Todd's hand, smiling. Todd was only seconds behind. At the very edge of unconsciousness, a thought bubbled to the surface and lay partially exposed like a log, riding up and down on the waves. Lazily he reached out and turned the thought over, revealing the underside. Seen in its entirety, the thought posited: "Wasn't my 2nd car a green Olds Cutlass?"

July 5th, 1997

Todd steered the 10-year Olds with his left hand, accepted the joint with the other, pinched the end between his thumb and forefinger and put it to his lips. Staring at the Wind by U2 blared from the front speakers, tinny as hell because the sound system was stock and pitifully underpowered. In the passenger's seat was Kenny Rowe, and asleep in the back, Kevin Rowe, Kenny's twin brother. Kevin was dead to the world and snoring stentoriously. Outside, the landscape zipped by, gauzy in the misty, irksome rain. It had rained continuously for two days now and Todd was ready to see it end. Its oppressive attendance had left him dangerously desensitized. He was driving way too fast, and paying way two little attention. He didn't see the car ahead of him, for instance, until nearly too late. A blue sedan of some kind, probably American from its shapeless, bulky lines. Rather than slow, he decided to pass it on the double yellow line.

"Todd! Watch out!"

In the corner of his left eye he caught the shape of a man running, cutting across the road from left to right. He snapped his head around at the same time he slammed down on the brake with both feet. He and Kenny both yelled at the tops of their lungs as the old Cutlass, unequipped with anti-lock brakes, went into a sidelong skid, angling toward the graveled shoulder. It was the gravel that saved then, Todd later deduced. The sudden traction of the rear wheels spun the front end around and headed the car momentarily forward again. Inexperienced at defensive driving, Todd overcompensated and sent the Oldsmobile into an opposite-hand skid, executing a total of four, 3600 degree turns before coming to a shuddering halt at the side of the road. He sat panting, hands locked to the wheel, trembling head to foot. 

"What's going on, man?" Kevin asked, blinking groggily, looking over the seatback. Todd and Kenny turned and stared at him, open mouthed. Through the rear window, Todd observed a man standing on the graveled shoulder, a hundred feet back, panting, obviously winded. The man was middle aged, maybe 50, Todd guessed. He squinted into the rain with a hand to his brow, protecting his eyes. There was something vaguely familiar about the man, Todd thought. Had he seen him before?

Kenny knuckled him on the shoulder.

"What?"

"Behind you, man."

Todd turned to see the blue sedan idling beside them. The passenger window slid down and revealed a light-haired woman of about 25, her eyebrows raised, questioning. She mouthed something and Todd numbly lowered the Cutlass's window.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked again. 

Todd only stared at her. Then he turned to gaze out the rear window again, and what he saw further confused his muddled brain. The man had a cell phone in his hand, or what Todd took as a cell phone, although why did a thick black wire protrude from the bottom and disappear inside the man's open windbreaker? And then—he must have imagined this, he decided later, the shock of the accident misfiring his cannabis-poisoned neurons. Because, let's face it, a man can't suddenly turn into a poster-board cutout of himself, turn sideways and display his ¼" thickness, and then mysterious draw both ends into the middle and disappear in a wink of green light. Can he?

Blinking, startled, Todd turned back to the woman whose name he unaccountably knew was Claire, or Carrie, or Candice, or something of that ilk, and blinked at her stupidly.

Smiling, guessing the answer was yes, she raised her window again and indicated to the man driving to go on. A moment later the sedan drove away, disappearing around the curve ahead and into the raid, no longer a drizzle but drumming remorselessly on the Cutlass's roof, hood and trunk. And though Todd never guessed the make and model of the car, or how he knew the beautiful newlywed's name, he never forgot her emerald green eyes.

THE END



The Neighbor Lady Ch. 01



(This is part two of several episodes. I never expected to be published in the first place, but now with all the feedback I will attempt to listen to your comments and continue to write. Thank you!)

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Kathy dials her friend, Debbie and they discuss the happenings of late and Debbie is thrilled to be asked to help. They plan to get together in a couple days and she will have her over after lunch so she can mesmerize him with her breasts and body. Kathy wants to make sure that Debbie understands that he is all hers and she can't take him away. She wants her to put on a sex show for him that will have his cock hard for days but she also wants her to come over wearing nothing that gives her body away. When you change for the pool is when we want to see that fantastic body for the first time and Debbie tells her not to worry because she knows how to hide what she has until the proper time. The plan is set and the girls continue to talk into the night, planning a day for Tim never to forget.

When Tim gets to the house in the morning he is very sluggish. She is already out back hammering away. 

"Tim what's wrong? Did you have trouble sleeping after what happened yesterday?" 

"Kathy, I am so tired. You must have tried to kill me yesterday, but had I died, it would have been worth it." 

"I want all this work done today so lets' forget all the sex for one day, just to keep you alive." 

The work gets done and by early afternoon he is on his way home for some rest. Kathy is on a mission to go out shopping to buy some excitement wear. She takes a shower and washes herself squeaky clean, even giving herself a little rub. Her body feels alive again and she likes the feeling of the youngsters cock. She was beginning to wonder when she would snap out of her depression and she wants to give this young man a summer to remember. She knows he may get attached to her but she needs it now and it may even work out down the road. He is a smart kid; he knows this won't be a love thing as he is taking advantage of her body just like she is his, for this she is sure. They both have things the other wants and are having a good time taking what they want. As she steps out of the shower she stops the debate. She does her hair up and puts on a light coating of perfume. She then puts on a pair of thong panties and decides on not putting on a bra so that her breasts can feel free. She finds a low cut sundress that will show off her curvaceous body, as she wants to make a statement today and that is that she is back and men should be aware as she is a teasing machine and she loves it!

Her first stop is the exclusive swimsuit store where the rich and beautiful shop. The young curvaceous sales clerks are trained to be every bit as helpful as they can and Sherrie, a girl who has a large chest and slim body, greets Kathy. Kathy tells her what she would like purchase and Sherrie tells her to come in back where the private dressing rooms are. She then asks what exactly she wants to show off and what she wants to hide. Kathy describes how she wants to tease and show no important parts, yet making what is out to see, very interesting. 

"In other words," said Sherrie, "nipples and hair covered, yet show off her large breasts, the hard legs and firm bum." 

"Exactly..." 

"Well then, please strip down to your panties and bra to show me what we have to work with and then we will get the books out and get started on that new outfit." 

Kathy strips to her panties posing to let the sales girl see what a great body she will be helping to show off. Sherrie seems to be genuinely impressed by the firmness of the mounds and has her turn and show off the butt cheeks. 

"Such a tight, firm body, you should be very proud. We can dress you like a 20 year old, with thongs and strings!" 

She brings out a blue metallic suit first and has Kathy put on the top. Sherrie then helps adjust the cups to bring out the fullest aspect of the breasts, as the sides of the breasts billow out, the clerks' hands cup the flesh tenderly, to put them back inside. Kathy is offering no resistance to the saleslady, as Sherrie tucks the flesh in its place while she also touches the nipples several times to get them erect, saying it will look better that way. She then has Kathy put on the thong bottom and she does all the adjusting here also by pulling up the sides, pulling hard enough to make the customer jump. Kathy reaches down to pull out the cloth where she meets Sherrie's hands shifting to make room for the second set. She sees in Sherrie's eyes that they could have a good time together if she wanted but Kathy decides that now is not the time. At that Sherrie removes her hands as they try on different suits to see which ones look the best. She does purchase a few and wants Sherrie's work and home number to call another time and the saleswoman gladly gives them to her.

Her next stop is an exercise club with an exclusive line of clothing. She looks around the gym to see what looks good on the women. Most are wearing a stretch thong over a spandex short and the tops are varying between cut-off shirts to tube tops. There are some in satin shorts and low cut body suits with colors bright and that's what Kathy is looking for. She makes her choices and departs from the workout area, reminding herself that she has to exercise today.

She finds an adult shop that specializes in leather and cire'. There is only one guy working and she is a little hesitant to talk to him about it. After several minutes she looks over at him and she sees him checking her out. He asks if he can help and she replies that he can as she wants to know what would look good on her. 

"Are you kidding? Anything I have here would be honored to be on your body", he replies.

At that response she blushes and he asks for specifics and she lets him know what look she wants to have. 

"Which part of your wonderful body do you want to bring out the most? We can enhance your bust line, which looks good enough alone s I see it, or your butt and legs. Lace-up boots with a leather vest do it for me." 

"Do you think my breasts would look good in a lace-up vest?" 

"Ma'am, your breasts would look good in anything I have here as I have said but a lace vest would add more structure to them." She asks to try it on and he shows her where the changing room is. 

"It has mirrors on each wall so you can see just how it looks and I would add the lace-up shorts also to complete the vision." 

Kathy squeezes herself into the outfit and likes what she sees as her breasts still look round, yet very full because she was afraid that they would not hold their shape. The shorts give her butt more roundness and separate her cheeks. She then takes a deep breath and steps out to see the assistant. His eyes pop out from his head and he tells her she looks mighty fine. While starring at her chest in the tightly tied vest the clerk asks if she would like him to adjust the ties and make some other adjustments. Kathy asks if they are needed as she takes in a deep breath, her chest pushed out now and her stomach is pulled in. She then turns to the side to emphasize the smallness of her waist when it is suggested to tighten the bottom more and loosen the top so her breasts would look enormous, it would also enhance the tiny waist you are so blessed with having.

"If you think it would show me in a better light, please do," she tells him. "I want my chest and ass to be what your eyes are glued to." 

The clerk fixes the vest and then adjusts the ties on the shorts as her ass is shown in all its' glory. She can see his cock getting larger as his fingers slowly work with the ties. She asks him to step in the dressing room with her so she can see in the mirror the difference that he is making when she grabs his cock and squeezes it. 

"What would you say if I put this monster in my mouth?" 

"Great! If I can blow on your naked tits!" he says. 

She removes the top and shows off her massive chest, then pulls down his pants and frees the hardened flesh pole. She gasps when she sees how big it is without being restrained and she looks into his eyes and he is smiling. 

"Good size, huh." 

She says, "It must be eight inches!" 

"No, it is nine and a half. If you take the whole thing it will be a first." 

"I love a challenge."

First her tongue lashes out and then she inhales the stiff rod. It only takes her four tries before she has the whole thing down her throat as her head bobs faster and faster to get him off. Shortly after he tenses and she releases him so he will explode on her tits. The first shot hits her chin and the rest of a huge load lands on the wondrous chest meat of the Hoover queen. She massages the gooey liquid all over the flesh, as he cannot believe what just happened. 

"I have never cum that fast. Your mouth is incredible."

"Thanks, but I have to go now, these clothes are perfect. And thanks for the lotion, maybe I will return."

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The next day she has Tim only in the afternoon and she has him paint some of the cellar walls. She tells him that tomorrow the lawn needs done and to bring his suit because after the work is complete we will get some sun and take some pictures. Tim, with having two days to recuperate, is excited for tomorrow to get here.

At 10 AM sharp Tim knocks on the door eager to begin the day. His cock is semi-rigid already and Kathy, seeing it, tells him he needs to relax that big pole of his. 

"We probably will not get all the work done until 1 or 2 PM, at least."

She is wearing those same cut-offs she had on the first time they worked together, her top is more subdued but she still is a vision of loveliness. He loves to watch her move; the way her butt sways when she walks makes his cock hard. Her bouncing chest making his mouth water as he wants to be with her all summer but he knows deep down that this can't last, so he is going to make sure he enjoys himself to the fullest, until it ends. While he is hard at work, he sees her leave for a while and he wonders what is up when he hears another woman in the house with her and wonders who it is. She then calls him in for lunch and the guest is still there. He is introduced to Debbie and she is pretty but her clothes are loose and he cannot see the shape of her body as that is all he can think about lately. She appears quite pleasant and friendly and after lunch Kathy invites them both to go swimming. Debbie appears somewhat reluctant and Tim does not want any part of this because he wants Kathy all to himself. Kathy will not take no for an answer and they head off to change, Tim getting the bathroom as Debbie gets the other bedroom. 

Tim is out first as he takes care of the filter and does some skimming of the water. He then sees Kathy come out in her new blue metallic suit. 

"Wow! Do you look great in that!" Tim tells her. "Your breasts and ass are shown off beautifully. We need pictures of you in that suit today. What else did you buy for us to take pictures?" 

"You will find out later", she tells him, but please don't make Debbie feel uneasy about being here. She is a good friend that I haven't seen for a few weeks and I don't want her to feel unwelcome, okay." 

When those words passed from her lips he did not get a chance to answer because Debbie came out of the house. He drops the skimmer pole and almost falls in the water making both women laugh. Debbie is walking towards the pool in high-heeled slippers that match her neon yellow suit. Her mammoth chest mounds are spilling to the sides of the tiny top and with each step her chest shakes the opposite way. Her ribs are showing and but there is some flab on her stomach while her minuscule bottom has ties that are pulled up past her hipbones. The tiny patch of cloth covering her mound suggests that she shaves her quim and her legs are well muscled as they flex with each step making this woman a walking wet dream. 

"Tim," Kathy says, "I would like to introduce you to Debbie. This is the friend we were talking about the other day, the one with the 39 EE bust line." 

"I have been hearing a lot about you and I understand you would like busty women. I hope these are big enough for you", as she puts her hand to Tim's cock.

She then grabs her chest and lifts it to her mouth where she licks the top of each globe and upon seeing that, Tim falls into the water. After regaining his balance, he gets to his feet and clearing his eyes, he sees the two outrageously gorgeous women laughing with their heaving tits coming out of their tiny confines before they both jump into the pool. Kathy grabs his cock and forces him to the edge of the pool where he jumps onto the edge and sits while she strips off his suit. Her mouth goes directly to his groin as he looks for Debbie. She is standing a couple of feet away, with her top to the side, playing with her tits. Tim releases a stream of man cream in a matter of seconds in his boss's mouth. 

"Tim, you have to learn control," Debbie laughs. She then kisses Kathy to taste the fresh cream dripping from her chin. They exchange the fluid very seductively as Tim stares at the unbelievable sight.

"We need to take the edge off of everyone. Tim, give me your cock and Kathy, suck on my tits, you know the way I like it." 

Within a few seconds he cums again, this time it is all over Debbie's fat mounds. Kathy is quick to lap up the juice when Deb asks the hostess to sit on the edge of the deck, as she wants to taste her cream. Kathy pulls her covering to the side as Debbie's tongue hits the clit on the first try. Within minutes a climax comes over her and Deb's face is covered in girl cream. She walks over to Tim and rubs her face against his and sticks her tongue in his mouth, then pushes his head down in-between her massive juggs.

"Suck on my tits!" she yells. "Bite my nipples! Push them all over my chest! Be rough with them, they can take it. Just play with my tits!" 

Tim tries to oblige and Kathy comes over to put his cock in her mouth again telling him it will be his last orgasm for awhile, until they get some satisfaction. Soon he blows again, hitting her face and neck, and lies back on the deck. 

"Please, I need a rest. Let's go a little slower. I don't have the experience yet to go all day with two such good looking goddesses."

Debbie tells him he will learn to keep up because she needs him hard saying that a young stud like him should be able to go all day. She is here to help Kathy instruct him on how to make women happy and that one of his fantasies is to be with two busty females, they are here, ready, willing and able. Kathy now takes over the situation as she has Debbie get up on the deck and putting her top back on, then telling Tim to get the video camera. 

"First, I will play with myself and Debbie will do the same. Next, we will both get the other glistening with tanning oil as Tim will be filming all the time. Then, when we are both good and slippery, we will get naked and get each other off. Tim will not be needed until we have both been satisfied. At that time he will screw both of us at once. Tim, I hope you are ready."

Kathy begins the sex show. She starts with her back to the camera as she shows off her ass and legs. She pulls the sides of her thong up over her hipbones as she tightens her leg muscles, her butt appear to jump out when she flexes her posterior. Slowly she turns, making the muscle lines show in her thighs and calves, her hands move up her sides, making your eyes follow their caressing. She fondles the bones of her rib cage as she moves upward to her overflowing chest flesh and with her palms; she pushes lightly on the globes to show the large cleft between her mounds. Her hands caress her neck as her fingers flow through her brown tresses and with her arms above her head, the muscles in her arms are clearly visible. Also, her ribs are shown more as her waist seems to disappear. The tiny cloth coverings of her chest are bursting at the seams as her massive breasts push outward with all the pressure. Knowing that she is a sight to behold, she holds the pose for several seconds for all to enjoy and the two watching give her a round of applause. Bringing her arms down, she clasps her hands together as she pulls in her elbows, her chest squeezed together again but this time a nipple is set free. She grabs it and pulls on the nub, then brings it closer to her mouth as she grabs the hard point with her teeth. Pulling her head back until the nipple springs free, her breast bounces and again she grabs the point with her fingers and pulls harder. The nipple is growing in size as she keeps up the nipple play until she is happy with the size and hardness. She then starts on the other side and does the same.

Pulling her top completely off, she hoists both mounds and pretends to juggle, the massive amounts of flesh spill from her hand, as she cannot hold all of her chest meat. She then brings the nipples to her lips as she sucks each point. She also licks as much of the flesh as she can get to, then going to her knees to give a side view to show how far down her mounds hang. She plays with the breast closest to the viewers as she sits on her ankles and messes up her hair, purring like a cat. Her eyes change; as a seductive glow comes over her while her fingernails gently scrape her thighs and make their way up her lovely body. When she arrives at her breasts, she again attacks each nipple and pulls it with only her nails for grip; you can see the scratches left on her skin. On all fours again, she crawls about the deck throwing her hair about and purring loudly with each movement exaggerated as she moves about. She looks like a cat about to pounce on her prey and as she gets close to Tim, she throws her hair all over his glands and he looks ready to pop. Backing away she stretches and then lays flat on her back, removing her thong as she stretches her legs straight up. She moves her legs as if pedaling on a bike as her toes are pointed straight up and her leg muscles flex as she caresses them. Debbie howls as she is really getting into the show as a wet spot is seen on the discarded material. She grabs the insides of her thighs as she spreads her legs as far as she can allowing her fingers walk down her outspread legs as she heads to the wet folds of her quim. Her fingers deftly separate the lower set of lips as she shows off the helmeted little man, points to him, showing how large he is and where Tim should take extra care. She gives the man a rub and you can see him getting larger as one finger slips lower into the tunnel of love. When she removes it, girl slime is dripping from the tip and she places that finger on the little man and rubs some more. She then dips her finger deep inside again to get more moisture and after several thrusts, it is removed covered in slime and she puts the girl cream on one nipple. With her tongue she slowly licks the nip, making sure no part is left untouched.

Kathy does not want to climax yet, so she turns to give the audience a better view. She makes sure her friends see her from side, as she will show how good she can look from this angle. She takes a deep breath and pulls in her abdomen until her ribs stick out as far as she can get them. She lifts her pelvis off the ground and her hands go to support her butt. Her chest mounds are spilling to the sides and she knows Tim is getting harder by the second. Remembering how she appeared on the last video, she knows her body looks thin yet strong. Her legs are fully tightened and the muscle lines are showing and for a 40-something woman, she knows her body is better than most any younger one. She holds the pose for a bit; she then turns on her side facing them. She leaves one leg out and bends the other while positioning the ankle behind the knee. Her arm is bent to support her head while her other hand grabs onto the bent knee. Her breasts are spilling onto the deck and her stomach is sucked in. Her hair is all about her face and her expression is that of a caged animal. She looks HOT! Her hand comes off her knee and slowly caresses the top edge of her body, stopping at her breasts and cups one to put to her lips. She licks it all over first, and then plays with the hard nipple. After biting it she says the show is over and its time for Debbie to start.