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The New Neighbor

By: Steelhand



Continued from "Caught You!"

 Sandy has been gone almost three months. Larry moved out almost a month ago. He wasn’t very friendly after Sandy left him and moved back to Chicago. I suspect that he knew what Sandy and I were up to. Anyway he made some excuses about his work and needing to be closer. He’s gone. His house has been on the market since he left. It’s a great house, I was in it a few times while Sandy and I were having our affair. I look out my studio window now remembering the sweet hot honey that use to live there. Every time I carry the trash out I look at the fence. Sometimes it feels like she will be standing there when I head back to the house. Sometimes I carry the trash out half full just to walk out there. Oh well, can’t go back can you?

I was actually standing at that fence daydreaming about Sandy when the sound of the moving van brought me back to reality. The back-up alarm sounded and I saw the top of the huge tree in front of Sandy’s house shake as though there was a strong wind blowing. I decided to check it out. As I approached the front yard a light blue Cadillac pulled up on the street and out steped a nice looking middle aged lady. Our eyes meet and she quickly gives me a friendly “hello.” My first thought is that it will be nice to have friendly people next door for a change.

“Hello.” I reply. “Moving in?”

“Yes.” She answered. “I’m Allison Mitchell, my friends call me Ali.”

“Well, hello Ali.” I decided we are already friends she is so nice. “I’m David Hardin, my friends call me David. Welcome to the neighborhood.” 

“Well thank you Dave.” She smiled. I blew it off.

We approached each other and shook hands. Nice friendly firm handshake. Nice lady. About 5’ 6”, Redheaded, not sure if it’s colored, looks good no matter. Green flashy eyes. Maybe a slight bit, just a slight bit heavy around the waist, but for her age, which I guess is between thirty-five and forty, the lady looks good. Her breasts are…well, those are her husband’s. I don’t plan on playing with someone else’s wife again.

“You live here?” She nodded toward my house, still holding onto my hand. 

“Yes, yes I do.” I release my grip and she let go.

“You moving into Larry and Sandy’s?” I was still lingering on the thought of Sandy.

“Well, I guess so, if this is Larry and Sandy’s.” She flipped her head at the house. 

“Where are you coming from?” I asked.

“Dallas, my company is starting a printing business in this area and I’m here to get things rolling.” She answered. “I will have to have you and your wife over for a welcome to the neighborhood drink soon.”

“Divorced.” I said lifting up my ring finger. 

“Oh. So sorry.” She gave me a sincere heart felt look.

“Well, things happen.” I said. “But I noticed you said “I” would have you over not we. Are you married?”

“No, widowed now for seven years.” She took on a sadder attitude. 

“Oh no, I am really sorry.” I was being sincere.

“Well, Dave, excuse me, David, I better get to unloading this truck. Those gorillas will have my things smashed and scattered all over the place. But hey, that welcome drink still stands if you’re up for it.”

“I’m up.” I smiled as she walked off.

“Ok.” She disappeared into the house.

The truck was there all afternoon. She must have tons of stuff. Or she was having those poor guys moving the couch here and then there and, no, over there, and then oh, I just can’t make up my mind. I don’t envy them, not at all. 

I was at my desk working late again if you consider 6:00 late. It was just starting to get dark. Ok, I wasn’t at my desk, I was on the love seat and I wasn’t working, I was watching Sandy’s video. I hated seeing someone else doing her but it was all I had left of her and damn it, I miss the girl. And if Brad hadn’t done her that day I would have never gotten to know her like I did. For not being able to go back I sure am spending a lot of time there aren’t I?

I noticed a light go on in Ali’s bedroom or at least I assume it is her bedroom. It was Sandy’s. Ali had thick maroon curtains over the window. Not much hopes of anything fun happening here. Just then a shadow crossed the curtain. At least I knew there was someone there. And I had a feeling that Ali was going to be fun living next door to. She was single, she was pretty, she was friendly, what more could a man want. She could be naked. My attention had returned to Sandy’s video. I finished watching it for the b’zillionth time. I turned it off and headed to the kitchen to round up dinner.

It was almost 10:15 when the door bell rang. I was startled out of a half conscious state. Seinfeld on the tube. I stumbled to the door and opened it. There stood Ali, wine bottle and two glasses in her hand. She had a worried look on her face and asked. 

“Am I bothering you? Is it too late for that welcome drink?” She asked. I opened my eyes wide open trying to wake up. “No, not at all. Well, not for the drink. It is too late to bother me. You bothered me when I first set eyes on you and it was quiet a nice bother I might add” I said through a yawn. 

“Owww aren’t you the flatterer?” She said stepping through the door. I could tell my teasing yet truthful compliment put her at ease. “Do you have a cork screw?” 

I headed to the kitchen inviting her to sit down. I came back with a cheap wooden cork screw and took the bottle from her. I took a seat beside her on the couch and turned off the TV. She took the remote and turned it back on. 

“How dare you turn off Seinfeld?” She smiled.

I shrugged my shoulders, smiled back and kept working on the wine. I got the cork out and set the bottle aside on the end table. She handed me the glasses. I sat them by the bottle and returned to Seinfeld. I feigned interest in the show and ignored her.

“I loved this episode, how about you?” I asked, looking down out of the corner of my eye for her response.

She was smiling. I was relieved. “Aren’t you going to pour the wine?” She looked up at me with questioning eyes.

“Yes, yes I am but it needs to breathe for fifteen or twenty minutes.” I answered, still watching the show.

“Oh, fifteen minutes huh? I think I heard that once or twice. Well, you know how us hicks are we usually buy wine with a screw-on lid. Nothing sophisticated like this.” She was still smiling.

I pointed toward the TV and said. “Let’s watch the show now.” She gave me a love tap on the knee and returned to Seinfeld.

I looked down at Ali. Her fragrance was sweet, nice perfume. Nothing too scary. She wasn’t trying to over do it or anything. She was wearing a thin strapped top that tucked nicely into some faded jeans. She had on brown loafers. She had her knees crossed kicking her leg gently, her shoe dropping off her heel and was bouncing with the sway of her leg. We laughed. It felt good to have her here. We weren’t getting too close or too friendly but it was nice. The final scene of the show cracked us up so bad we were almost rolling in the floor. That damn Kramer.

Ali leaned forward looking at the wine then looking at her watch and back to the wine. “Well mister connoisseur, is it cooked yet.” I was loving this sense of humor.” I took a glass and filled it and handed it to her. I filled the other one, sat back on the couch and took a sip. I closed my eyes and savored the wonderful liquid. 

“It has been quite awhile since I have shared a glass of wine with a lovely lady. Very nice selection by the way.” It was a Bordeaux, dry, red and wonderful. I had worked in a liquor store while in college, I got to know wine pretty well. Bordeaux was always my favorite.

“Ummm.” She was downing her first sip also. “Thank you, it has been one of my favorites for years.” 

I picked up the bottle and studied the label. “I don’t recognize this label but it is quite exquisite.”

“Mmmm. I’m glad you like it.” She swallowed down another sip.

“This would go great with a nice medium well New York strip.” I added.

“Oh yes, we have to do that one day.” She got excited at the thought of steak and wine. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to fry, or grill or however you like your steak cooked.” It WAS a good idea.

We sat and enjoyed wine and talked and got to know each other. We laughed at the funny stuff, got serious on the serious stuff and both tried to avoid the sad stuff. The wine was running out and we were feeling no pain. Ali leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes. I put my arm around her on the back of the couch. I leaned over and kissed her soft lips tenderly. She tasted like wine, her lips were wet with the drink. She kissed back and sighed softly. We shared several more deep kisses and I gently slipped my tongue to her lips. Her lips parted and my tongue slid into her mouth across her teeth. Her tongue met mine after I had probed her mouth for several seconds. Ali’s breathing got deeper. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath. And now that I know she has no husband I can tell you her breasts were nice. She was obviously bra-less, her nipples were slightly swollen declaring the fact. She was at least in her mid thirties and she had nice breasts for her age. They were full and round, it was all I could do to keep from touching them. 

She finally broke our kiss, I sat there with my eyes closed just kissing the air for a split second. She stretched and moved to the edge of the couch. I picked up the bottle, held it to the light. It was almost empty, less than half a glass. I held it to her glass, she put her hand over the glass and shook her head no. 

“I have a problem when I drink too much wine.” She smiled.

“Oh, and what might that be?” I asked.

“Hmmm…maybe I will keep that to myself for now. Maybe I will tell you later?” She said as she stood up.

I stood up and pulled her to me. She didn’t resist. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. It began to swell, I was sure she could feel it. I was embarrassed and yet I wasn’t. We hugged for several more minutes. She looked at her watch and complained about the time and moved toward the door. I opened it for her took her in my arms and kissed her one more time.

“Thank you for such a wonderful welcoming evening.” She said.

“Oh no, thank you.” I answered. “And, welcome to the neighborhood, and thanks for the wine.”

“You’re welcome.” She said. “Goodnight.”

I watched her disappear onto her porch. I heard her door shut and her porch light went out. I went back in and shut the door. I took the wine from the end table and swigged the rest of the bottle. I felt good, but I didn’t want to go to bed. Well, not to my bed anyway. I thought of the redhead next door getting ready for bed…alone. I went into the studio, hit the love seat and started Sandy’s video one last time before I hit the sack.

I closed my eyes as it started, thinking about Ali, I mean Sandy, I mean Ali. Well my thoughts might have been mixed up but I have half a bottle of wine in me and I don’t drink that often. I heard the video start and opened my eyes. To my surprise I could see Ali’s light come on in the mirror next to my computer. And the maroon curtain was parted! Not a lot but the bright light of Ali’s bedroom filled the opening. I twisted myself on the love seat and watched. The window was closed, damn the luck. I could see the bathroom door was open and the light was on. The next thing I saw brought me to a sitting position in a heartbeat. The thin strapped top Ali had been wearing flew through the air across the door opening. I quit Sandy’s video, the computer screen went black.

I moved to the window end of the love seat, raised my window and leaned my chin on the arm hoping for a nice show from my new neighbor. Soon her faded jeans followed the top. Oh, that conjured up some wonderful hot thoughts. When her panties followed the same trajectory, I stopped breathing for a second. Ali moved into view. She was as nude as the day she was born. She was standing in the bathroom, I could see her shoulder and part of a nice round breast. Her hip stuck out past the door jam but I couldn’t make out much more. Oh, Ali, I thought, just move a little to your left. Just a step, just half a step, please. Damn! Her night gown flowed down over everything covering it all up. It was pretty pink but I was hoping for some pretty red…as in pubic hair. The negligee only went down to the top of her thighs. Getting that close to seeing it all was driving me crazy. 

The bathroom light went out and Ali stepped into the bedroom and disappeared from view. The bedroom went dark. Damn, shows over! But to my surprise and joy a lamp came on, I am guessing, beside her bed. The light is dim. I saw the bed clothes fly through the aid and float down to the bed. And then legs, long naked legs. I could see her legs from her knees to the hem of her negligee. Her knee bent and a hand slid up her thigh to her knee and back down to…oh damn I can’t see where it’s going. But I can guess. I unzip my pants and pull my swelling cock out. Ok Ali, let’s have a show now.

Then I see her legs fly off the bed. She throws the curtains open. I duck thinking she has seen me. No way. She opens the window and hops back into bed. The curtain is open further now, I can see much more. I guess she needed some fresh air and man am I glad. Her hand returns to her body. She lifts her leg closest to me, her hand slides up that nice white thigh and back down disappearing behind her leg. The way her hips writhe I am sure she has a handful of pussy. I can barely hear her sighing. She pulls her negligee up her stomach, I get just a glimpse of red. Her hand is working in the area of her belly button. Her other hand disappears under her negligee obviously massaging her breasts. My cock swells. 

The next thing I see in her hand is a long slender phallic toy. She runs it up her leg and inside her thigh and up her stomach. She rolls toward the lamp. I get a great look at the scant growth of hair on her pussy, thick in the slit, thin on the edges. Oh Ali, thank you so much. The light goes out! I hear the dull hum of a…what is that? What the hell is that? I hear her start to moan, I can hear her bed squeak! What the…duh! Vibrator! Oh damn I wish I was there. I pull on my swollen tool hard now. I can hear Ali’s sighs getting louder. They turn to low volume screams of pleasure. “Oh Dave, Dave…David!” My heart stops! I want to answer her so much but I know she isn’t talking to me but the thought of me. I slip to the bathroom and shut the door where I can explode in private unlike Ali. I shoot cum all over the place, I have to start watching where I am aiming. I missed the towel a mile. I’m glad I can still fire it a mile. Then I have a nasty little thought.

I slip back into the studio and hit my computer mouse. The hum from Ali’s bed still there. The bright light of the computer screen illuminates the room. I hear the humming stop. I hear what sounds like Ali shuffling out of bed. I can just imagine her kneeling at the window watching. I stand there at my computer, my ass to the window. Now, I’m not Mr. America, but I am muscular, not cut but nicely built, I look good for 46. I slide my hand down my stomach and massage my balls, I hope she can see them bounce between my legs as I rub them. I know she has to be watching by now. This must be driving her crazy. I pick up a piece of paper and act as thought I’m reading something. I lean over and switch on a floor lamp beside my computer table. She has to be going crazy now. I’ll give her something to vibrate about. I turn and walk to the bookshelf standing beside the window, my less than hard but still somewhat swollen cock dangling between my thighs. I pull a book and open it as if I’m checking a reference. I stand there for several seconds. I walk back to the computer and sit down. I look from the book to the screen and vice versa. After a little bit I get up and walk back to the bookshelf revealing my cock again. I return the book to the shelf. Walk back to the lamp, turn it off, switch off my computer, it’s dark. I head to bed hoping Ali enjoyed the show. 

The next morning I see her carrying a stack of empty boxes toward the alley. I decide to check in and see how her day is going. As she gets back to the house I’m standing where Sandy and I use to stand and flirt. 

“Good morning Ali, sleep well?” I ask.

“Oh better than you will ever know.” She answers looking at me as if she wanted to eat me. “And you?” Quickly she looks to the boxes.

“Like a baby. Wine always helps me sleep.” I continue, wishing she would give away something to tell me she got a great eyeful. 

“Oh yes it does but only after it makes me…well.” She hesitates.

“Makes you?” I push it.

“Well, uh, feel frisky, shall we say?” She finally admits.

“Oh really, I don’t think I noticed you feeling frisky last night.” I tease wanting to play.

“Oh, you just didn’t feel in the right place.” She surprises herself with her own words and looks at me stunned with wide open eyes. “No, I mean…well…um. Oh, I stuck my foot in it, will you please help me get it out.” 

“Hmmm, right place, let me see, where would a “right place” be?” I smirk at her and let my eyes drift down her body, she is standing staring at me with her arms crossed, tapping her foot.

She is still smiling but I can sense I’m on thin ice so I step lightly. “I don’t remember touching…your…TOES? No, no not toes. Uhmm…your…”

She grabbed a box from one of several stacks on her back porch and threw it over the fence at me. I laughed and she laughed and we laughed. I was remembering the sweet show she put on for me and I hoped she was remembering the one I put on for her. Of course she didn’t know she had performed.

“David, could I ask a favor of you?” She got somewhat serious in the middle of our fun and games time.

“Sure, Ali, name away.” I was about ready to do anything for this lady.

“I have to take care of some business in Dallas and I was wondering, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, if you could watch the house while I’m away? It will only be five or six days a week at the most.” She looked at me with the cutest puppy dog eyes.

“You bombard me with nuclear cardboard and then want a favor?” I joke tossing her box back to her. 

“You are so cute.” She says as she catches it. 

“Well I have to try to make up for areas where I’m lacking.” I answer.

“Oh I don’t think you’re lacking in …” She catches herself just as she was about to really stick her foot in it. “Well, I mean, from what I saw last night…uh…from the time we spent together last night, I think you are a really nice guy.” She was squirming to get out of this.

“Well, that’s mighty big of you to say.” I was about to lose it.

“No, no. You’re quite the gentlemen. You opened my wine, you let me watch…Seinfeld, and uh you kissed me very sweetly.” She was turning red about now. “I think you are the big one.” She was so obviously flustered, she had to run for cover. “Just a minute, I’ll be right back.” With that she disappeared through the back door.

I hopped the fence and started taking the empty boxes to the Dumpster for her. I was so eating this up. What a blast to watch her self destruct like that. I had carried two loads before she got back. She thanked me for my help, grabbed some boxes and we made the next load together.

“Oh about your favor, it would be my pleasure to see after your place while you’re in Dallas.” I said honestly. 

She reached over and touched my arm. “Oh, thank you so much, now I won’t worry about anything back here. You’re so, so sweet to do this for me.”

I thought to myself, if she knew what she had done for me last night she might not think I was so sweet. If she ever found out what I saw she would throw more than boxes at me for sure. We finished with our chore and she invited me in for a cold drink or something. I said a cold drink would be great but I was thinking the “or something” might be better.


The New Neighbor



She didn’t leave for Dallas for two more days but she was so busy I didn’t see hide nor hair of her. No, really I mean it. She started being a little more careful with her curtains. Oh well, easy come easy go. I thought maybe I had been just a little too obvious with my production of “Cock by Computer Light” and blew a good thing. Well, it isn’t nice to spy on people anyway. Boy did this thought jerk my mind back to Sandy? The morning Ali left for the airport she came to say goodbye and leave me the keys to her house. She asked if I knew about the security at the airport parking facilities. I didn’t know anything. As she gave me a hug and started to turn and walk away I had a thought.

“Ali? I asked.

“Yes.” She turned back to me.

“You know, I could drive you to the airport and you could leave your car here and I can pick you up when you get home.” Sounded good to me.

At first her eyes lit up and her mouth opened as if to say that’s a great idea. Then she looked forlorn. “Oh no, Dave, I couldn’t do that to you. You are already doing too much.”

“Are your things in your car?” I asked.

“Yes, I am all packed and ready to go.” She answered.

“Then we should take your car and I will just bring it back here and put it in your garage?” I smiled.

“Are you really sure?” She looked so grateful.

“As sure as anything I know.” I liked helping Ali. “Why would you think that I would pass up a chance to spend and hour or so with you as my captive audience? And I feel bad for not thinking of it sooner.”

She ran back to me and threw her arms around my neck and said. “You are just too, too nice.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek.

The drive was about thirty minutes. I made it in forty-five. We had plenty of time before her flight left. We talked the whole time. She kept reaching over and touching my shoulder and my thigh as she would make a point or agree with one of mine. I could tell she was getting more and more comfortable with me the more we got to know each other. It is just a matter or time before we… We had a blast getting to the airport. And we were an hour early. I took her bags from the trunk and carried them to the counter for her. She checked in and we found a place to sit until she boarded.

“When are you coming back, how will I know when to pick you up?” I almost forgot. I could tell she had too.

“Oh. I will call you from the plane after we take off. We should be able to time it then.” She said. “Oh, by the way I left a list of things on the kitchen table I forgot to tell you about. The paper and the mail, nothing really.” She was excited about her trip.

“Is there anything on the list about what I should and shouldn’t do while in your house?” I asked playfully.

“Like what?” She looked a little confused but smiled.

“Oh you know like, stay out of my panty drawers. Don’t touch my bras. Or you can eat this but don’t eat that. You know, any special instructions?” I was loving the looks these questions were bringing to her face.

“Well.” She started feigning a serious demeanor, putting her hand to her mouth thoughtfully. “Ummm, you can look at the red ones but not the black or white ones. And if you absolutely have to play with them, you know, rub your face in the crotch or anything like that, please fold them back the way you found them. Don’t touch the ones in the dirty clothes”

Now she was loving the looks she was putting on my face. I was thinking about her panties and my nose and getting to her dirty clothes hamper. I looked her body up and down, making sure to linger at her pussy. She spread her thighs a bit when I kept my stare there. Slowly my eyes moved over her breasts and back to her face. She had a very sultry look. 

“We better settle down here or you will be having to join the mile high club.” I watched her closely.

“I already belong.” She watched me closely, her eyes slowly gliding down my body, making sure to linger on my cock, then back to my face.

My mouth drops open and I put my tongue to my upper lip and lick my lips in a slow circle. I don’t believe this. I can’t wait for her to get back and she hasn’t even left yet. The asshole on the intercom calls her flight. 

I walk her to the entrance of her gate. I lean over give her a soft kiss on the lips and whisper in her ear. “I think you’re wearing the panties I want to rub my face in.”

She slowly shakes her head no. “Not wearing any.” She turned and headed for her plane.

Well that would have made my day if she hadn’t walked in the other direction and got on a plane and flew to Dallas. I hoped that some dick on the flight didn’t steal my foreplay. I hate warming them up for someone else. All I could think about on the drive home was Ali’s panties. Or lack there of. 

A week came and went, no Ali. I picked up her papers and took in the mail, nothing exciting there. I did explore several drawers of lingerie and thumbed through her clothes in the closet. Great taste this lady has, in more ways than one. I looked through her curtains at my studio window, just for memories sake. I laid on her bed and searched for that little hummer she has hidden around here somewhere. Couldn’t find it, I imagine it’s with her. Oh yes and that lovely pile of dirty dainties in her bathroom floor. Now come on, who wouldn’t, please, give me a break. Just the thought of the tender sweet flesh that resides in those panties, the juicy morsel that got the panties dirty in the first place. Too much! But I was beginning to wonder if she was coming back. 

But, at last, she called. She would be landing in about two hours. We talked for awhile, it seemed like she didn’t want to hang up. Ok with me. She had had a great business trip and was ready to get home and hit the ground running. I asked if she was tired, she said she felt great, a little weary but all in all things were good. I asked how New York strips and wine sounded to her. The phone was dead silent. Finally just one word, “Great!” I told her I couldn’t wait and we hung up the phone. I had stopped at the store on the way home from taking her to the airport and bought two of the nicest steaks I had ever seen, of course when you buy steak they are always the nicest you have seen aren’t they. I had put them in a special marinate of whiskey, brown sugar and soy sauce for the first day. They lay wrapped up in the fridge waiting to be sacrificed for the sake of love, well sex anyway. And who knows if that would work out or not. Well, we shall see. This time there would be two bottles of her favorite wine and one more I hoped would be new to her that she might like to sample.

We met at the baggage pick up conveyor. She threw her arms around my neck like a long lost love. She was in a great mood. Sometimes business trips can leave you feeling lousy. We loaded her things into my trunk. I thought it would be a nice touch to have the courtesy to drive my own car and leave hers safe and sound in her garage. I drive a new Firebird. After my divorce I guess I slipped into my second or maybe even my third childhood. I felt sporty I wanted to drive sporty. She seemed to love it. She let her hair blow out the window and the sun bath her face. She looked hot. Red hair flying in the wind, sunglasses blocking the view of those green eyes and a little gray business outfit with a short pleated skirt. She took her jacket off and tossed it in the back. Her blouse was a matching gray silk sleeveless. Her arms were smooth and white. 

“Run into any fellow club members on your flight.” I asked.

Her smiled widened. “Not that I know of but I think there were a couple of young men looking for an application.”

“Aren’t young people the nicest. And did you help them fill one out, or should I say in.” I smiled back.

She shuffled in her seat and didn’t answer. I could see up her skirt some and the last words she said to me as she left over a week ago kept haunting my mind. “Not wearing any.” I couldn’t help looking, it was if I just had to know. She was watching me watch her and as if she could read my mind she lifted her skirt so I could see all the way up and just said. “Thong.”

“You looking to have a wreck here honey?” I said, looking back and forth between the road and her skirt. She let it back down.

“Bikini, thong, swimsuit, panties, what’s the difference.” She laughed. “If you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

I picked her skirt up and studied her again. She didn’t move to stop me, she just looked out the window as if I was doing nothing. I let her skirt go and tried to get my mind back on my driving. 

“I was just hoping to catch you dressed the way you were when you left I guess.” I couldn’t let it ride.

She sat up straight in the seat slipped her hands up her skirt and pulled out the sexiest black lace thong I had ever seen. What made it the sexiest is what it left in its wake. “Nothing.” She twirled her thong on her finger, I took it from her and she didn’t try to grab it back. I waved it under me nose, inhaled deeply and shook my head, still watching the traffic. This time when I reached for her skirt she stopped me. 

“What??” I asked as if I was surprised she wouldn’t show me her pussy. “If you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.”

She cracked up, I though she would fall out of the car but she didn’t show me. I put my hand on her knee. She squeezed them tight and just said. “Unuhhhhhhhhh.” She had a hot devilish little smile.

I decided not to push my luck. I mean I had two juicy steaks and three bottles of wine waiting for tonight. Patience, patience. We were at her house in less the ten minutes. I took her bags and carried them inside. She plopped on the couch and let out a sigh of relief. I couldn’t take my eyes off her skirt. She knew she had me right where she wanted me. Horny for her. I could see she was a forbearing woman and that I would have to wait until the time was right. She said she wanted a little nap and asked what time diner would be ready. I told her whenever she wanted it. 

She suggested we eat at her house. She would slide her dining room table aside and we could sit on pillows in the floor and eat off a coffee table. I said that would be fine. Around six. I would cook in my backyard and we could eat in her make shift teahouse. She laughed. I could tell the trip was wearing on her. I didn’t want her tired tonight. I was leaving so she could get some rest. I stuck my hand in my pocket to get my keys and remembered her house key. I took it off my ring and handed it to her, she looked at me funny and said keep it, that I might need it some day. I slipped it back on my ring and headed for the door to leave. She stretched and yawned and that silk made those boobs look so good. I walked back to her and began massaging her shoulders. If a woman can melt without having an orgasm she just did. She lay face down on the couch pulling my hands with her.

“You have one hour to stop.” She moaned. “After that you’re on your own.” 

She was loving this and so was I. She was asleep in less than five minutes, sprawled out on the couch, snoring gently. My hands worked the firm muscles of her back slowly, deliberately. I did not want to leave this beauty right now. I looked back at her skirt dying to lift it up. And I believe if a man is dying and has a way to avoid it he should. I lifted that skirt off that ass…! Oh man what sweet tempting mounds of soft white flesh this girl has! Her snoring got deeper. I leaned down and kissed her butt first one cheek then the other. Her breathing got faster. I dropped her skirt, locked her door on the way out and hit the shower. 

I didn’t need to clean up this early I just needed some relief. I soaped my cock and jacked that boy like he had never been jacked before, the warm water of the shower bathing me from head to toe. As my cum splashed on the shower wall I ducked my head and let the water run down my back. 

About 5:00 I started the grill. I put two foil wrapped potatoes in the charcoal as I fired it up. I put the steaks on in twenty minutes and turn the potatoes in the fiery red coals. The steaks hit the rack sizzling, ten minutes one side, ten minutes the other side and dinner is served. Ali smelled the grill and came out about 5:15 to see how things were going. She had on a yellow tube top and lower rider jeans, she was barefoot. Her stomach wasn’t nineteen but she was nice. Smooth and round not really cut but I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers. She had on little eye makeup and pink lipstick glossed to the max. And her perfume, so sweet, so nice. We opened my side gate and her side gate and had access through the yards. She stood at the grill with me and watched as the grease popped out and fell into the fire and started blazing. I put the fires out if they got too nasty but didn’t worry other than that. These steaks would be perfect. I flipped them and we kept talking.

“So, how do you like it?” She said her head leaning against my arm.

“Medium well, and you?” I answered.

“I don’t mean the steaks.” She returned.

“Oh, and just what did you mean then?” I looked down at her.

She looked up into my eyes, she was looking so sultry and ready. “My ass.”

“Uhhhh…what?” I tried to get out of this but wasn’t to sure I wanted out.

“My ass, do you like what you saw?” She didn’t change expression.

“Yes, I think those jeans were made for your ass.” I struggled.

“I mean earlier, when you were massaging my back, on the couch, earlier.” She wasn’t going to let me off the hook.

“I left after you fell asleep.” I wanted to stick my face in the coals to cool off.

“I didn’t ask if you left, I know you left, you weren’t there when I woke up. I asked…how…do…you…like…my…ASS!” Now she smiled with a hot sexy little grin.

“Oh, not really my type I don’t think.” I was getting into trouble now.

She smiled wider and slapped the hell out of my arm!

“Ouch, that hurt. Ouch, kiss it and make it better.” I was trying to get away from this subject.

She pressed her lips against my arm her eyes still locked on mine and pretended to kiss it and make it all better. I took the steaks off the grill, propped the rack up to retrieve the potatoes, and put them on a separate plate. I was standing there my hands full of dinner and she wouldn’t let it go. 

“So?” Was all she said.

I looked up to the sky and replied. “Your ass is…what was that word I thought when I lifted your skirt…incredible, no…delicious, no…stupendous, no…monumental, yes, MONUMENTAL! You have a monumental ass. Now can we eat?” 

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“Ali, take these and let me get the wine.” I had almost forgotten.

“Sure.” She took the plates and headed to her house wiggling that little ass all the way.

I was back with her holding three bottles of wine in no time. She looked with surprise. “Three?” “Well, I got two of your favorite and one I thought you might like. I only opened one of yours and the new one. I wasn’t really sure what you would prefer. But I wanted to have all the bases covered.” I said.

She shrugged her shoulders cocked her head and gave me a “this could be one hell of a night” look. We made our way to her pillowed floor. She had the table set for romance. Candlelight. Lace napkins. Good silver and beautiful china. Two crystal wine glasses. A single rose in a vase for a center piece. This girl went all out. I put the wine on the floor beside the table and took the steak plate from her. I put a steak on her plate the other on mine. I picked up our forks. I then took the potato plate put it on the empty steak plate and returned to the kitchen to unwrap the hot potatoes. I soon returned with potatoes on each of our forks. She had butter, sour cream, chives, the whole works, except onions, I didn’t see any onions. That was good. I was sitting down on my pillow when she turned to room light out and the place got sexy. The candlelight flickered over every thing bathing all it touched in a deep warm glow. Ali looks great in a deep warm glow.

We were sitting looking at each other across the table. Ali carved off her first bite and slipped it between her pink glossy lips. Her head melted back her eyes closed in deep pleasure.

“Oh Dave, that is incredible.” She chewed with her eyes closed savoring every juicy second. When the mouthful was gone, she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and shook her head side to side. “You are too good.”

I popped the cork from her favorite and poured her a glass. Then I popped the cork from the new label and poured mine. She sipped hers to join the wine with the lingering taste of the steak. Her eyes closed again savoring the moment once more. 

“Oh!” she exclaimed, leaning toward me looking into my eyes, “this is so, so wonderful.”

When she sat her glass down I extended my glass to her lips inviting her to try the new wine. She took a drink, puckered her lips, gave me a wink of approval, she loved it. This night was quickly racing to the perfection category. We ate like a king and queen. This was some feast if I do say so myself. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off dessert. Ali! She ate about half her steak and less than half her potato. She had finished one glass of wine and was working on her second. She stopped eating and lay back into the soft pillows that surrounded us. Her breathing was relaxed. She looked so peaceful lying there, content and satisfied and sexy, holding her wine glass on her stomach. She would lean up on one elbow to take another sip of wine, swallow it down and lay back. I finished my steak, wanted to finish hers but decided I wouldn’t over do, I was going to need complete mobility tonight, I could tell.

We finished one bottle of wine over dinner, the second over good after dinner conversation and the third was there to take us to the next level. I moved to lay beside her in the pillow. She looked so sweet and sexy. Her eyes were closed, the wine glass rising and falling with her belly, candlelight reflecting in the wine and her lips. I lowered my lips to hers. She responded as if she didn’t expect this, as if she didn’t know I had moved to her side. One knee bent, she took the wine glass from her stomach stretching her arm away from her body as if to give me total access to her. I took her glass and set it on the table. Her lips pressed back against mine, deep breaths escaped her nostrils, her chest began to rise up to meet mine. Soon we were breathing heavily against each others faces, our lips locked in the passion burning between us. 

My hand slid down her face and neck and came to rest on her swelling breast. Our lips were wet and hot, our tongues dancing in the open cavities of our mouths. She pulled her top down leaving my hand on her naked flesh. I was joyously surprised but didn’t show it. I massaged her globe lovingly. 

“Oh yes, David, touch me, please touch me.” She sighed. “I need to be touched so badly. I need you to touch me.” 

The girl was not just turned on, her volume was cranked to the limit. She was writhing at my touch like she couldn’t wait. Her nipple was swelling, growing hard. I rubbed it with my fingertips rolling it in hard circles. Her mouth was wide open, she had quit kissing me but I was devouring these lips of hers like there was no tomorrow. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and began to chew on it gently. She came so unglued it scared me. Her breathing was turning into sighing moans, her back arched and fell, and she was hunching like a snake. Her knees were bent and she was opening and closing her thighs as if she were begging me to touch her. 

“Oh David, I thought about you all week. I couldn’t wait to get home and see you again. And now you’re here with me. Oh David, touch me please touch me!” her begging was desperate. “I thought of you all night every night.”

“No old boy friends in Dallas to help you make it through those nights?” I was breathing as hard as she was.




The New Neighbor



“No, I just thought of you. Just you and how I wanted you to touch me. All I had was my vibrator.” She was burning. “Oh David I just want to get nasty when I drink too much wine!”

“Well get nasty then little girl!” I stuck my tongue in her ear and she sucked in air like a drowning person breaking the surface. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhh…” she sighed. “I didn’t want to run you off or anything, I mean some people just like to be quiet and…and…” her words faded as I worked deeper and wetter into her ear. “Ohhhhhhh, David, David.” She was almost crying it felt so good.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I was talking right into her ear letting my hot breath blow in it, she was hanging on every word. “Some ladies just lay there like a brick, let you do your thing and fall asleep. I can tell you’re not like that are you Ali?”

“Nooooo, nooo…” she wasn’t saying much right now.

I slipped her tube top down her waist and knelt above her and took it off over her legs. I didn’t think this would stretch it any further than those sweet hot tittys. She lifted her butt up and rolled her hips from side to side to let me pull it off easier. She was being one willing partner. She opened her eyes to look at me as I returned to her lips. Our noses were touching. “You know I’m going to fuck you?” I whispered.

Her eyes shut and her smile stretched from ear to ear. “I want you to fuck me, fuck me so good David. I need your cock in me.”

Ok, all bets were off, this was a wide open anything goes night now. I wanted to play this to the hilt for her enjoyment. She was drunk enough to do anything but not too drunk to enjoy it and remember it tomorrow. 

“Ali, take those nasty jeans off so I can eat your pussy.” I begged.

She quickly unsnapped and unzipped them and pushed them down her thighs as far as she could without getting up. She pulled her knees up but couldn’t quite get them all the way off. I reached down and finished taking them off her feet. She had no panties on! She was naked lying in the pillows waiting for me to do the next nasty deed.

“Oh, Ali, you wore my favorite panties.” My eyes were locked on this saucy red bush.

She smiled wider and said. “I thought you might like them. I wore them just for you.” Her eyes were closed the whole time. 

Her belly sucked in to her ribs and she sighed harder than before when I touched her bare stomach and started working my fingers toward her waiting snatch.

“I can smell your wonderful cunt Ali.” I was eating this up myself.

“Oh, David, my cunt…!? Do you like my cunt David?” She was running on automatic responding to my words. 

“I don’t know sweet pussy I haven’t tasted her yet.” I was hotter than hell. “OHHHHH DAVID…! Are you going to eat my cunt? Do you want to eat my cunt, my juicy sweet cunt?” She was blazing her legs opened wide.

“I think your little girl is getting too hot, someone needs to cool her down.” I whispered in her ear licking it again.

“Yes David cool my cunt off. She is so, so hot for you. Do you like me hot?” The wine was taking more of an effect with each passing minute. 

I took the third bottle, which I had opened just as we were starting our nasty time, and sucked in a mouthful. I pressed my lips to hers and let the wine slowly seep out onto her lips. When she figured out what I was doing she opened her mouth and took the wine from me, swallowing it and licking her lips like she needed more. I repeated this three more times, I wanted to send Ali over the edge. I was there to keep her from falling too far after all. 

“Oh fuck me David, please fuck me.” Her words were faint now, her voice quiet and mumbling. She finally opened her eyes looking deep into mine. Hers were soaked with the glow of the candlelight and the intoxicating effect of the wine. “I need you to fuck me so much.” She cocked her head to one side to look square into my eyes. 

I slid my hand down her heaving belly, our eyes still fastened to each others. She flinched as my fingers hit her delicate ticklish lower stomach. Her eyes closed, I waited until they opened again before I moved any further. When they did open I slipped my fingers to the hairline of her pussy. Her eyes closed again. I didn’t move until they opened for me. When they did she looked as if she were begging me to let her close them.

“I want you to see me fuck you Ali. I want you to see me touch your belly. I want you to see me slip my fingers in your swelling muffin. I want you to look at me.” I was torturing this sweet thing.

“Oh David but it feels so good I can’t keep my eyes open.” She says in a begging groan. With this they closed again, she knew I couldn’t stop for long. She lifted her pussy begging to be touched. I whispered in her ear as my fingers slid between her spread thighs and stopped on her swelling clit. “Then close your sweet, sexy eyes babydoll. It feels good to lay back, shut your eyes and let me massage this sweet little honey button of a clit while you just soak it all in doesn’t it?”

Her thighs tense like steel, her hips roll up trying to push my fingers deeper down her heating steamy slit. Her belly writhes and quivers. She lets out a long moan through clinched teeth. “Yessssssssssss.” Her hand reaches for a pillow gripping one with a white knuckle fist. “Oh, oh, oh. David. David. DAVID!” Her pussy turns to a lake at my fingertips. She rubs her clit against my touch as hard as she can. She takes my hand and pushes my fingers toward her creamy hole. “Oh gaaaa…David, fuck me, David please, fuck me.” Her words come under her breath as the flood of sensations wash her body. Man this one is white hot beyond control. I continue to finger her pussy as her first orgasm subsides. 

“I wish we were on your bed so you could stretch out and spread your creamy thighs wide open and let me lick the juice off of you. I think you spilled a lot there little hottie. I need to clean you up.” I watched her for a response.

She is licking her drying lips, the gloss still shiny. Her breasts are rising and falling rapidly as she sucks in air. I take another sip of wine and drain it into her sweat covered mouth. She takes it but has trouble getting it down. With a hard swallow she takes a breath and lets out a cry. “Ummm, David I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. I need that big thick massive beautiful cock.” She is reaching for my dick like a cat with it’s paw in a mouse hole trying to get the prize inside. 

This time I pour the bottle directly into her mouth. Wine spills out the corners of her mouth onto her sweaty neck and onto the pillows beneath her. She lets the warm wonderful liquid slowly descend her throat a small amount at a time. As the last sip drains her mouth and flows down to warm her stomach even more, I rake the empty bottle down her body. I nuzzle the mouth of the bottle on first one nipple then the other, leaving wet traces of wine on her skin. She rolls her breasts in response loving the cool sensation of the cold glass on her hot skin. I watch her tightly shut eyes as I work the bottle down her ribs causing her to flinch several times as the glass hits lovely little sensitized spots. With each flinch her teeth clinch in spasmodic waves of sensation. Her belly turns to goose flesh, bumps rising on every square inch. The bumps run down her thighs and up to her breasts. Her areolas busting out with the little nodules. Her neck is covered with them. She tries to stop me but I lay on one arm and hold the other one above her head. I hold her down spread wide for my tickling. I sink my teeth gently into her neck and suck it hotly. She melts even further into ecstasy.

“Oh no David don’t tickle. Please don’t tickle.” She begs.

When she can’t take any more I slide the bottle between her thighs and rub her slit with long glass cooled strokes. She relaxes from the tickling to take in the wonderful feeling of the bottle working on her pussy. Her bottom lip disappears behind her top teeth. I watch her pussy as the first couple of inches of the neck disappear inside.

“Oh David, that’s cold! Oh. Oh.” She moans.

I massage her clit with the mouth of the bottle as I pull it out of her. I put the bottle to my lips and pretend to drink. She watches me and smiles a nasty hot fuck me smile. I turn the bottle up and lick the mouth, circling the lip with my tongue. I toss the bottle to the pillows.

“I need you in your bed so I can spread you open and eat you.” I sigh at her. “I need to eat you so I can fuck you.”

“Ok.” Is all she says. She starts to roll onto her elbow as if she is going to get up.

I slip my left hand under her knees and with my right one I pull her shoulders toward me. She looks up into my eyes and rolls into my arms. I pull her body to my chest. Her ample breast is begging to be kissed. I hate to hear these sweethearts beg. I suck her nipple into my mouth, she puts her hand on my head and pulls me gently down against her. As I stand up I tell her to massage her nipple. Her forefinger and thumb replace my mouth at her hard swollen bud. My tongue slides down her belly and licks the hair of her pussy. It’s soaked in my hot saliva by the time we reach the bedroom. My teeth are digging into her sweet mound massaging it, she writhes in my arms so that I can barely hold her. She parts her thighs as wide as she can without falling out of my arms. I slide my tongue between the wet creamy lips of her hot snatch as I lower her onto the bed. The covers are pulled back, her dim bed lamp is on, as if she were planning this, knowing we would be here.

“Ohhhhhh, Ali your cunt smells so sweet and hot.” I moan.

When she lands on the smooth cool sheets her thighs open inviting me in, her lips so swollen and wet and red and wanting. I don’t remember seeing such a fully gorged pussy as Ali’s is tonight. Her clit is as big as a pencil eraser and standing out to be tasted. I stand over her one knee on the bed. I unbutton my shirt, slip it down my arms and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes are eating me, she reaches up and fondles the bulge in my pants. I pop the first button of my jeans. Her eyes wait with gripping anticipation at the arrival of my member, her new love interest for the night. I slide onto the bed beside her and lay flat of my back and roll her to her side next to me. 

“Ali?” I start. “I have a problem.”

“What baby, what is it?” She is way too gone to get worried about anything.

“I can’t get my pants off.” I said.

She rolls on top of me smiling down through dreamy eyes, her hands reaching for the next button of my jeans. She has all the buttons open in no time, her eyes still on mine. As she slides her wet pussy down my legs her eyes move to my open fly full of dark curly hair. Her mouth drops to it and sucks my lower stomach, my cock jumps in my pants begging for release. She pulls at the waistband and soon has my pants down to my balls but my cock is still trapped several more inches inside. She licks the shaft that is showing, running her tongue against the smooth hot flesh. With a couple more tugs she has my boy free and standing up to greet her. She takes it in her hand and rubs it against her soft cheek. I finish pulling my jeans off over her busy body. 

“Oh you’re so big and thick.” She moans through her breath.

“Yes but how do I taste?” I moan back.

With no hesitation she swirls her tongue around the head, licking it wet and sinking it into her wet waiting mouth. Soon the shaft is dripping wet and sliding easily in and out of her throat. She holds the base with her clinched fist sucking only the first five inches or so. As she works me over her bobbing up and down becomes more and more violent. Her head is wallowing in all directions making sure no square inch of my cock is unsucked. I can feel her tongue flick furiously at the head as she pulls out to start the next enormous stroke. She pulls it out until nothing is touching it but her puckered lips, she looks up into my eyes, opens wide and engulfs it once more turning her head so that our eyes don’t part. She makes several long strokes just staring into my eyes. She yanks my cock from her mouth slides down flat on her belly between my legs and licks my balls, getting them good and wet. Roughly she sucks one into her mouth massaging it with her tongue. I feel like my head is going to shoot off my body. She then turns her hot attention to the other one sucking it in like she did the first. She bites the skin gently and pulls it into her mouth. She opens wide and pulls both of my bad boys into her mouth. When she starts sucking and licking them I almost loose my mind. When I feel the cum start to rise in my eight plus inches I jerk her off of me and toss her onto her back on her side of the bed. 

I roll my face to hers. “Oh you sweet horny hot thing you just bought the fucking of your life. I am going to so fuck you, you won’t believe it! That was the greatest blowjob in the history of mankind!”

She smiles saying nothing, still drenched in the past few minutes. I quickly lick down her chest, spending precious few seconds on each nipple. I am in a hurry to get to wetter pastures. As my tongue slides juicily over her belly button my fingers begin to massage her pussy feverishly. Her legs can’t spread any wider. I move to lie between those split thighs my mouth perched over the petals of her blossoming flower. As my tongue nuzzles her clit she lets out a low long moan. I have never felt a clit this fired up. I lick it and kiss it and suck it gently through my teeth into my mouth and flick hard and fast. Her fingers dig into my hair and pull me into her. My tongue slips down her crack and licks at her wet velvet opening. “Oh David eat me, eat my juicy pussy, eat my hot cunt baby, eat me, eat me!” She begs hunching against my mouth.

“Ummm…” I moan against her pussy. My tongue is needed between her lips just now so I say nothing, it’s her turn to talk nasty. 

“My pussy needs you, she wants you so bad, please David please. I need your cock, honey I need it so bad, I need it. My cunt is so wet, you made it so wet. Do I taste good David, am I sweet?” She is in orbit rambling aimlessly, lost in the moment. 

I shake my head yes to her question dragging my tongue up and down her slit. I reach under now and slip a fingertip toward her ass. As it gets closer she arches up to allow free entrance. She rolls to the night table, opens the drawer and returns with a tube of raspberry flavored jelly. She opens it and squirts some on her belly where I can reach it with my fingers. I rub my fingers in the stuff and return them to her ass. My tongue still licking her pussy like a kitten at a bowl of milk. I rub her asshole with my jelly laden fingers and work it in good. As I insert a finger in her ass she sucks in a breath and holds it, waiting for the rush of pleasure to fill her being. She pulls her thighs up against her belly, her body is so totally open, expectant, waiting and wanting whatever I do next. With a finger in her ass, my tongue licking her clit wildly, I slip my thumb in her pussy. She is whining like a high revved engine.

This girl is way hot, way ready, I climb up between her legs. She holds me back with outstretched arms against my shoulders. “That jelly on my belly tastes good.” She smiled.

“You’re such a poet.” I say as I lower my mouth to her navel and begin licking the sweet jelly. Man this stuff is good, tingly or something. She rubs her clit with her fingers keeping her pussy hot and ready. When the delicious stuff is cleaned off her belly I pull up on her so that my face is atop hers. She was so ready for this.

I reached down and took my cock and guided it to the sweet wet opening. We gazed into each others eyes until the head of my cock slipped between her creamy lips. Her eyes snapped shut and her mouth flew open savoring each meaty stiff thick inch as my cock penetrated deeper and deeper into this wet wonderful lady. As my cock bathed in the warmth of her pussy it swelled to extreme lengths. I don’t remember a time when it got so hard, when the veins protruded so far, when the head was so incredibly sensitive. She wrapped her arms around my neck so tight I could hardly breath, I thought it would snap. As I pulled back for the first long juicy stroke she exhaled quickly and inhaled deeply, her hard erect nipples stabbing into my chest. I held the head just inside her lips for a few seconds as I pushed it back for a repeat stroke. I pressed my hot lips against her opened mouth. She started sucking on my mouth pulling my bottom lip in between her teeth and biting hard and flicking it with her tongue. After another dozen strokes of the massive tool working on her engine she held her mouth motionless against mine, concentrating completely on the piston stroking her cylinder. For a minute I thought she had quit breathing. Finally she screams out with her breath and sucks in her next breath.

“Oh my goooooosh, David, David! OHHHHHHhhhhhhh, David, David, Daaaaaaave…” She is one orgasm having wonder. I envy babes that can have them over and over and over like that. 

I could feel her pussy squeezing my dick as it throbbed inside her body. Her hot cream splashed into the head of my cock with each spasmodic eruption. Her convulsing body was shaking in my arms like a crazy. The incredible heat of her body, the fabulous bathing she was giving my dick and the wonderful foreplay we had engaged in had my cock ready to let go it’s precious load. I tried to hold back and make this last but what is a man to do. There is no way. 

“OHHHH, damn Ali, OHHHH man, Ali, Ali…oh baby you’re so good, so damn good, oh baby fuck me Ali, FUCK ME!!!!!!” I screamed as my cum shot up my shaft flooding my body with a wave of extreme pleasure. Ali was banging back at me like a fucking machine. With each following spasm shooting out it’s sticky thick cream my screams subsided, until we finally lay exhausted wrapped in each others arm the sweat of her wet bodies mingling with the others. I looked at the clock. 9:15. Whew what a night, what a night.

We held each other and planted sweet patient kisses wherever our lips could touch. She kissed and licked my ear, I kissed and licked her ear. She ran her fingernails down my shoulder blades to the small of my back, I was wishing her arms were about a foot longer. I ran my hands up and down her sides. Our lust was spent for now and we enjoyed each others soft warm touches. With each slow peaceful breath Ali released a soft delicate sigh. We dozed off, my shrinking cock slipping out of her way too wet pussy as it returned to a soft lifeless mass. 

Ali stirred beneath me, “Oh baby that was great but you’re smashing me.”

I lifted my weight off her waking from a half-sleep daze. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. How’s that?” Our bellies peeled apart stuck together from our cooling sweat. 

“ Um, it’s ok. Feel good?” she smiled at me, shaking her head she was fine.

“Ummmm, you know it hot ass.” I looked at the clock 9:50, we slept for about forty-five minutes. 

I leaned on my elbows and looked down into her well pleased face. She looked so peaceful. We just stared at each other for awhile. We started talking again, not wanting this night to end. We shared more kisses. More touches. More smiles. 

The events of the evening ran through her mind and she began to reflect on our “first date.” She apologized if she got too nasty. I just looked deep in her eyes and said, “no way sweet fuck muffin tasty cunt juicy bitch.”

“Oh, bitch? Oh, Dave, I’m not a bitch.” She got a sad look as if one word had ruined her whole evening.

“Oh Ali, I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you feel at ease about everything.” I was a little worried but knew I could work my way out of this one. “Of course you’re not a b…” I wouldn’t even say the word now. “You’re so sweet and nice and soft and tasty, anything but a b… Forgive me?”

She smiled and said. “Ok.”




The New Neighbor



It was a hot Saturday afternoon and I was just moving into a new apartment building. I had chosen an apartment in the back of the building, because I really enjoy my privacy, but that meant a lot of walking to carry all my stuff in. It was a very hot day and I was beginning to sweat profusely. My tight shirt and shorts were beginning to stick to my body. 

As I was rounding the corner, I ran right into a fellow resident. I stammered out my apology as I began to pick up my belongings. As I stood, I noticed he was staring at my chest. I began to cover myself and looked away. He touched my arm and offered to help me with the box. I looked down at the ground and thanked him. I led the way to my new apartment and unlocked the door and moved aside so he could carry the box inside. 

Once inside he asked me for a drink and I laughed and said, "I haven't been to the store yet so all I have is water. Is that all right?"

He smiled a smile that made my heart flutter and said, "water is fine. My name is Charlie. What's yours?"

I smiled nervously and said, "Oh I'm sorry my name is Betsy."

He drank his water and was about to leave when he turned to me and said, "Would you like me to help you carry in some more boxes?"

I smiled at him and said, "Yes, I would appreciate that Charlie."

When we had finished unloading the boxes from my car he asked if there was anything else he could do. I thought about it and asked, "are you sure you don't have plans for the afternoon? It's much too beautiful a day to spend helping a stranger move." 

He laughed and said, "Betsy, I wouldn't have offered if I had plans. So come on. Let me help you move in."

I finally agreed and we set off to my old apartment. We made several trips to my old apartment and finally finished about 7:00 p.m. On the last trip into my new apartment I kicked the door closed behind me and sat on the sofa looking at all the boxes I had to unpack. I looked up and Charlie was handing me a bottle of water. I smiled up at him and said, "Thanks." Then he plopped down on the sofa beside me.

All day long we had talked easily but now on my sofa I felt exposed and it didn't have anything to do with me being braless. I kept trying to cover my chest so that my nipples weren't so visible. I hoped he didn't notice what I was doing.

After we caught our breath he asked,"Well Betsy, I helped you move in. So I would like you to jump in the shower and then go out to dinner with me? I will go do the same and meet you back here in 30 minutes. Okay?"

I smiled and said, "Charlie that isn't necessary I should be taking you out to dinner or at least buying you a pizza. How about we eat in instead? You go shower and meet me back here in a little while. I really don't want to go out tonight." We finally agreed and he left to shower and change.

As soon as he was out the door I ran for the shower. I excitedly lathered myself. I had to admit I was looking forward to Charlie returning it had been a long time since I had been on a date. I wasn't sure whether to consider this a date or just two neighbors having a pizza together. I had a hard time deciding what to wear. Should I dress to impress, to seduce, or just be comfortable? I finally decided a little of each. I slipped into my favorite skirt and blouse. I was just finishing my hair when Charlie knocked on my door.

I ran to get the door and he stood there. He was so handsome in his casual shirt and jeans. He was carrying a bottle of wine. I was glad I had chosen what I did. He smiled and let out a soft whistle. He said, "you look too nice to stay in, are you sure you don't want to go out?"

I looked down and said, "really I would prefer to stay in."

We ordered a pizza and settled on the sofa to relax. We made small talk as we waited on the pizza to be delivered. We found out that we liked the same type of DVD's. So I asked if he wanted to watch one while we ate. He agreed and helped me find the box with the DVD's in it. He then stumbled across my collection of adult DVD's. Then he said, "WOW, I didn't know girls liked these too!"

I blushed and stammered, "It's ah . . . um . . . ah research."

"Research! Exactly what do you do for a living?"

I looked away from him but was saved an answer when the pizza man knocked at my door. I went to the door and was about to pay for the pizza when Charlie handed him the money from behind my back and told the driver to keep the change. He was so close I could feel his breathe on my neck. I closed the door and handed the pizza to him. I went to the kitchen to get some plates and napkins. Charlie poured the wine as I entered the livingroom. As we settled onto the sofa, he turned on the DVD player. I was surprised to see he chose a "chick flick." We ate as we began to watch the movie. He kept my glass full and we kept the conversation flowing. We didn't give the movie our full attention preferring to talk instead. He made me laugh and as the wine worked its magic I began to loosen up. We talked and laughed like old friends. He finally got me to open up and talk about myself. I told him how I had recently gotten a job here and was doing what I had always wanted to do, writing.

He laughed and said, "that explains the research. So what do you write?"

I shyly looked at the floor and said, "I write adult erotic stories."

He looked a little shocked and said, "You have to be joking, right?"

My face was beginning to turn red. I was getting angry. He didn't believe me, or was it the kind of story that shocked him. He saw my anger and leaned over and kissed me. I pulled back and stood up. I said, "Charlie, I think you need to leave and understand I enjoy what I do very much. I began writing to bring out the hidden sexual side of my personality. I am making good money and have earned the respect of my fellow writers."

"Betsy, please calm down I don't see anything wrong with what you do nor do I doubt that you are good at it. I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath and then I accepted his apology.

I sat back down and took a drink of my wine. Charlie sat back down too and said, "Do you want me to leave?"

I turned and looked into his eyes and said, "No. I would like you to stay if you want to that is."

He reached and put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him. The movie ended just as we got comfortable. 

We began to talk again. At first it was only small talk then he guided the conversation back to my writing. I was trying not to be defensive but it was hard. He eventually asked to rad one of my stories. I studied his face and decided to let him.

I paced the floor as I finished my wine and I waited for him to finish reading it. When he was done, I was eager to hear his reaction. 

He laid the folder down and looked at me. I anxiously waited for his reaction. He stared at me for a long time then said, "Betsy, that is very good. I have to ask you though. How much of what you write about have you experienced?"

I wasn't sure if I should be offended or take it as a compliment. I told him, "I'm not a virgin but I'm not very experienced either. Why?"

He smiled, "It's just that I felt you weren't always writing from personal experience."

I sat back down and began to think about what he had just said.

He leaned over and kissed me and said, "If you ever need help with your research just let me know."

Before I knew it, my arms were around his neck. I pressed my body against his and he wrapped his arms around me. He leaned me backwards on the sofa. My arms didn't leave his neck but my lips began to roam his face then his neck. His arms held me close and his hands began to slide down my back to cup my ass. He pulled me even closer. He rolled over so that I was laying on his chest. He caressed my ass and slid my skirt up and pulled me tight. I could feel his hard cock and my body wanted more. He slid his right hand under my blouse to cup my breasts. He gently began to stroke my nipple. He sat me up and was straddling his lap. I stared into his eyes as he began to unbutton my blouse. Then he unhooked the front hook of my bra. When my breasts were free, he licked his lips and smiled. He pulled me closer and began to lick one nipple as he continued to stroke the other. He sucked it into his mouth and began to suck gently on it. He growled, "Your tits were teasing me all day. I was hoping I would get a chance to do this."

I moaned very loudly (surprising myself). I wanted him very badly. I wasn't thinking I was just reacting. I backed up giving myself room to undo his jeans. I kept looking into his eyes as I unzipped his zipper. I slipped my hand inside his boxers. He moaned again when I touched him. I set his hard erect cock free. I leaned over to kiss him and he held me against him. He gently slid my skirt the rest of the way up revealing my barely their underwear. He ran his thumb over my slit and through my panties could feel my wetness. He then ran his thumb under them to tease me. I wanted him and he could tell it. He sat up and kissed me. With me still on his lap he turned us around and laid me down. He was above me now and I could only think of having him inside me. He stood and pulled his shirt over his head. He started to lie back down with me then decide to remove my skirt and underwear. I lifted my ass to help him. He kissed me and as he was joining me I said, "Oh no take your jeans' off." 

He smiled and said, "No baby you take them off."

I sat up and began to slide his jeans down over his hips. I couldn't resist giving his cock a little lick and then a little kiss. On an impulse I decided to let it slide into my mouth and see how he would react. He moaned very loudly and began to slide his fingers through my hair.

I backed away and licked my lips with a smile. He knelt between my legs and holding his cock close to my pussy asked, "Are you ready for this big piece of meat baby?"

I reached and pulled his cock closer and pulled my legs up toward my chest. I looked into his eyes then said, "Give it to me. I want you now."

He laughed and rubbed his cock on my clit and used his finger to test my wetness. He let a little moan escape and said, "Oh Baby you are so wet. My cock is going to love it in your hot wet pussy."

I slid my arms back around his neck and pulled him closer to give him a kiss and said, "Baby, don't make me wait. Fuck Me!"

While we kissed, he slid his cock deep into my pussy. It only took a few strokes and we were cumming. Afterwards he rolled us over so that I was laying on his chest. As our breathing was getting back to normal, he kissed my forehead. He laughed softly and asked, "Is this going to end up as one of your little stories?"

I laughed too and said, "You never know."

We fell a sleep. When I awoke, it was very early in the morning. I didn't want to disturb him but it was getting chilly. I reached and pulled the afghan off the back of the sofa to cover us with. I snuggled onto his chest and into his body heat to get some more sleep. When next I awoke he was gone. I felt bad that he had left me but also I was very satisfied. I sat up and wrapped myself in the afghan to go to the bathroom. I was just getting to the hallway when I noticed the shower was running. It dawned on me that he hadn't left me he had just went to take a shower. I debated on whether I wanted to join him or not. I finally decided to go make coffee and see what would happen next? I made coffee and then went to shower myself. He was just drying off as I entered the bathroom. I told him the coffee was done and then climbed into the shower. After a few minutes he opened the shower curtain and joined me. He handed me a cup of coffee and began to wash my back. We kissed and washed each other.

We stepped from the shower and wrapped in towels walked to the kitchen to enjoy our coffee.



The New Neighbor



Shelley Wilson looked out her window and saw a moving van parking at the house next door. A car pulled up behind the truck and a tall, leggy woman stepped out. She had very close-cropped hair, almost boyishly cut. Definitely not a boyish figure; more like a showgirl, though rather larger-breasted. Shelley approved.

She waited until the men in the van had begun moving boxes and crates inside. Then she went out to greet the newcomer.

"Hi, neighbor. I'm Shelley Wilson." She held out her hand.

The stranger took the proffered hand and shook it. "Hello. I'm Peggy Martin. I just moved here from Seattle."

Shelley looked for signs of a wedding ring but saw only a pale mark on the woman's ring finger. "Actually, I was considering making an offer for that house. I covet the pool."

"That's why I wanted it. I'm just coming off a divorce and this is part of the settlement."

"Looks like you got the best of the bargain." Shelley studied Peggy's face. She had green eyes, with a splash of freckles across her nose. Shelley liked what she saw.

"Well, I think I deserved it," Peggy said. "The son-of-a-bitch was rich, but that's all I can say in his favor."

Shelley figured that's the reason she seemed so abrupt. Nothing like a messy divorce to give one a sour puss. "Peggy, why don't you come over to my place and have a cup of coffee with me?"

"I'd love it. Give me a minute to give some instructions to the movers and I'll be right over."

"Swell. Just come around to the back and come on in. I'll be making the coffee."

Shelley just got the coffee going when Peggy showed up. She seemed to look a little less harried.

At Shelley's invitation Peggy sat at the kitchen table. "I hate moving, but this was just what I needed. I think I can put down roots here."

"It is a nice town, even if it's off the beaten path," Shelley said cheerily.

"I've just about had enough of the beaten path." She was silent for a moment. Then she asked, "Are you married?"

Shelley looked away for a second, trying to keep the tears from coming. "I was widowed last year. My husband died of a massive heart attack."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Peggy said. She put her hand gently over Shelley's.

"It's alright. My son Jerry and I are gradually getting used to it. Jerry just graduated from the university. He's going to stay home for a while until we get our bearings." Shelley got up to pour coffee for the two of them. "Fortunately, Ted had a large insurance policy and he had made some profitable investments, so we're okay financially."

"That's good. At least, you don't have that on your back."

They chatted amiably for an hour. Then Peggy stood up. "Well, I'd better get back over there and try to stow some of the goods away."

"Can I help you?"

"Thanks, Shelley, but I'm just going to go through the motions today. I'll just unpack enough to get by for now. Tomorrow, I'll start the heavy stuff."

"Then you come back this evening and have some supper with us."

"Oh, that would be great. Thanks so much, Shelley. What time?"

"Six would be just right. You can meet Jerry, too."

Peggy moved to the door. "At six, then."

Shelley sat back and sipped her coffee. Peggy seemed a level-headed sort. And very attractive. She'd have to keep an eye on Jerry. She'd probably have to keep an eye on Peggy, too.

Jerry came in just then, and gave his mother a kiss on the forehead. He dropped his 6' 2" frame onto a chair at the table. "Hey, I see we have a new neighbor."

"Her name is Peggy Martin. She just moved here from Seattle and she's going to have supper with us."

"She's a real looker."

"She is, at that, and she's really nice. Just divorced, though, and pretty sour on men, at least for now."

"Oh," Jerry said. He looked disappointed. "Anyway, I'm going to eat at Jack's house. I just stopped by to pick up my overalls."

"Another classic restoration project?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Just don't be too late."

"I won't." He got up from the table, kissed her cheek, then went out to the garage.

Shelley busied herself with chores until time to start supper. It was just about done when Peggy knocked at the back door.

"Hi," Peggy said. "Was that Jerry I saw leaving?"

"Yes. I thought he'd be here to meet you, but he has other plans."

"Too bad. He's gorgeous."

"Yes, he is, if I do say so myself."

"You should be proud of him. I'll bet he has girls chasing him all the time."

"No, actually. He did have a girlfriend in college. But things just didn't work out. At least he spends a lot of time taking care of me. Since Ted's death, he's been sticking pretty close to home. I think he's being a little over-protective."

"Consider yourself fortunate. That son-of-a-bitch I just divorced thought only of his money." She giggled. "But I managed to pry a good-sized alimony check out of him every month."

"If I'm not being too nosy, Peggy, what brought on the divorce?"

"A lot of things, actually. But I think the final straw was when he caught me in bed with my girl-friend."

Shelley's eyebrows shot up. "You're a lesbian?"

"No, I'm not a lesbian or a dyke."

Shelley interrupted her. "That's good to know, because I never saw anyone who looks less like a dyke."

"Thanks, Shelley. My friend and I just liked a little something different once in a while. It wasn't anything serious, just fun and frolic. But I didn't fit his corporate image of what a wife should be. The best part is that the son-of-a-bitch be forever ignorant of how much fun he could have had."

Shelley used the time dishing up supper to digest the story Peggy just told. Peggy seemed so open and above-board about everything, which in Shelley's eyes made her a very refreshing person. Dinner over, Shelley cleared the table. "How about a glass of wine?"

"Thanks, Shelley, but I'm kinda beat and I need some sleep."

"Sure, Peggy, I can understand that. But I'll be over tomorrow to give you a hand."

Peggy hugged Shelley briefly. It felt good. Her thoughts wandered into the future about the possibilities... "Thanks a lot for supper and I would appreciate the help." She left by the front door and spoke briefly to the movers, who were just finishing up.

They spent a lot of time together in the next month. Shelley helped her to move in and get things arranged. Then she took Peggy around to the shopping malls, grocery stores and pointed out the honest mechanics and the not-so-honest ones. They had become fast friends.

A day later, they were sitting in Shelley's kitchen. Shelley couldn't control her curiosity any longer. "How did you and your friend start up with that part of your relationship?"

"We were sitting around one day, bemoaning our respective fates and cursing men in general. I guess we'd had one martini too many and we got to giggling and speculating about doing away with all men. The next thing we knew, we had our clothes off and began touching and rubbing together. Then we ended up in her bed. Unfortunately, we both liked it. I say 'unfortunately.' I should have said 'fortunately' because it's what eventually precipitated the divorce. That's when my stomach quit hurting."

"My God, you were getting an ulcer?"

"That's what my doctor said. That son-of-a-bitch was actually ruining my health."

"Then it's well you got away from him." Shelley thought for a moment, wondering how much she should tell Peggy about herself. She decided to be as forthright as Peggy had been.

"Ted and I had a satisfactory relationship, but he was so old-fashioned. He wouldn't let me do certain things and there were certain things he wouldn't do. No amount of pleading or cajoling would change his mind. Even at that, it was no reason for us to divorce."

"But you still had a good relationship. Some people don't have even that."

"Yeah, I guess I was lucky. In all other respects, he was a good husband and father. Jerry turned out well."

"It sure looked to me like he did. Say, why don't you come over for a swim? It's hot and the pool would feel wonderful."

"I'd love to. Let me change."

"Just grab your suit and change at my place."

"Okay." She ran upstairs, grabbed her newest bikini and went next door with Peggy.

They went up to Peggy's bedroom, stripped and put on their suits. Shelley was impressed with Peggy's body. She envied her her breasts and long, well-proportioned legs.

Peggy looked Shelley over, as well, and liked what she saw. Light brown hair, brown eyes, full sensuous lips and a delightful body. 

They went down to the pool together and dived in. The water was just the right temperature to be refreshing. Shelley's nipples were pushing hard to escape their confines. Peggy, too, showed evidence that the water was cool.

They swam for a while, laughing and splashing each other. Finally, Shelley swam to the edge of the pool and stood, the water just up to her nipples. Peggy joined her.

"Peggy," Shelley said softly, "did you really like it with your friend?"

"Yes, I did. Once we figured out what we were doing, it was very nice. As good as with a man, but no mess. Have you ever done it with a woman?"

Shelley giggled. "I've thought about it, but there was Ted and his inhibitions, and I never really had an opportunity."

Peggy looked at Shelley intently. This was a golden opportunity for her to make a contact in her new situation. She asked softly, "Would you like to try it?"

Shelley's voice caught. "But, I've never..." Her voice trailed off and her throat was suddenly dry.

"Tell you what," Peggy whispered. "I'll make you a deal. I'll show you what it's like, and if you don't like it, I'll never mention it again."

Shelley got such a rush that her hands were shaking. "That seems fair," she said in a quavering voice.

Peggy was standing in front of her, very close. Their breasts brushed once and Shelley's knees grew weak. When Peggy's hand touched her breast, she almost fainted.

"Let's go inside," Peggy whispered.

"Okay," Shelley said, weakly. She followed Peggy into the house, then upstairs to Peggy's room.

Peggy stopped and faced Shelley. "Turn around."

When Shelley turned, she felt Peggy's hands undoing the top of her suit. As the top fell away, her heart pounded. She was sure Peggy could hear it. Then, Peggy's hands were on her shoulders, turning her back to face Peggy.

"Now, Shelley, undo my top."

Shelley started to turn Peggy, but Peggy stopped her.

"No, this way."

Shelley had to reach around Peggy's back to unhook the top. Now their breasts were naked and in full contact. Shelley's heart was racing. She stood as still as her shaking knees would allow and watched Peggy slide the bottom of her suit down. She stepped out of it and then pulled Shelley's down.

When Peggy stood up again, she held Shelley's breasts gently.

"They're lovely, Shelley. Such lovely nipples." She bent forward and kissed them tenderly. Then she sucked one. Shelley was having trouble standing.

"Let me lie down," she said nervously. "I can't stop my knees from shaking."

Peggy eased her back on the bed. She lay beside Shelley and continued sucking Shelley's nipple. "How do you feel now?"

"Wonderful," Shelley managed. "Nervous, excited."

"That's how you're supposed to feel at this point. Now, a little further..." Peggy knelt over Shelley so that their breasts could touch. She moved from side to side so that their nipples rubbed together.

"Oh, Peggy, yes!" Shelley was beginning to feel fully involved in their little game.

"Now, a little further," Peggy said as she began to move downward. She moved very slowly, both for the erotic effect and to keep Shelley from being frightened of the strange situation.

Shelley's heart was beating so fast, she thought she wouldn't last another minute.

Peggy gently spread Shelley's legs and got between them. Her lips were brushing Shelley's stomach. Slowly, ever so slowly, she continued downward to Shelley's wet pussy.

Shelley was close to coming. Her mind was filled with erotic thoughts that she didn't think she was capable of. Something within her seemed to be coming alive, something darkly erotic. Jerry flashed across her mind, but before she could fasten on the thought, Peggy's tongue was moving with agonizing slowness up and down the lips of her pussy.

Shelley's first orgasm was gentle, but seemed to go on and on. Peggy kept on teasing Shelley's clit until Shelley almost screamed with pleasure. The next orgasm was filling her, blinding her. She couldn't make sense of anything other than the absolute pleasure that pervaded her whole being. Her body arched upward, her hands gripping Peggy's head, holding her tightly. Finally, the wave of pleasure subsided from its peak and began the long, slow process of ebbing to leave Shelley gasping and moaning softly.

Peggy lay beside Shelley and held her gently. "Did you like that, Shelley?"

"Wow," Shelley said. "Wow!" She couldn't get another word out. She was practically purring. "I've never felt like this before. I'm so weak, I can't move."

"Just lie there and enjoy the feeling." Her hands stroked Shelley softly. "You know, I think we're going to be good friends."

"Me, too," Shelley said, "really good friends." She almost came again when Peggy's lips brushed hers.

================

Shelley Wilson studied her lithe, athletic figure in the mirror. She cupped her full breasts and teased the nipples. A shudder of pleasure ran through her body. She had been too long without the attentions of a man. Even though she hadn't wanted to meet anyone after her husband had died, she still had desire in her body. Sometimes the desire was almost too much for her, but the thought of going to singles' bars was totally repugnant.

Peggy had shown her that all was not lost. She thought abut her afternoon with Peggy and wondered if she had turned lesbian. Perhaps "lesbian" is too strong a word; it was only for mutual pleasure and not for the exclusion of men. It's just that neither of them felt that they wanted a man, yet. Peggy was certainly bitter about them because of her unhappy experience. Shelley was still too distracted from the death of her husband. Peggy was as lustful as Shelley. That's what made them such good friends. That's what made them such satisfying lovers.

It helped with the loneliness and desire, and, gradually, Shelley looked forward to their now-and-again meetings at Peggy's. Sometimes, she and Peggy would skinny-dip in Peggy's backyard pool, then go inside to make love for a while. Sometimes they didn't even wait to go inside. They would take turns sitting on the edge of the pool while the other made good use of the position.

The affair brought her much pleasure. But there was still something missing. She knew that she was a lustful woman, her affair with Peggy proved that, but she still had the desire for a man's hard cock. But she had never run across a man that she cared for at all. She didn't want to get into bed with just any man that came along. There was more to a relationship than just sex. It just didn't suit her personality.

So, it was Peggy that gave her the release she wanted and needed. Peggy was very adept at getting her to orgasm quickly and good at making it last. Peggy was a good friend indeed, and was teaching her how to reciprocate.

Her son, Jerry had been a tower of strength for her, too, when she need it most. The death of her husband had left her shaken and made her feel vulnerable. Jerry handled all of their family and business matters and did all those chores that Ted used to do. At least Ted had left them with no financial worries thanks to a nice income from some prudent investments.

Now, all she had to do was to find a way to relieve this aching in her. Peggy helped, but she couldn't do it all.

Shelley finished her shopping a little early. She put everything away and decided to get a shower before she started supper.

She went upstairs to her room. She noticed Jerry's door was ajar. He must be home. She peeked in and saw him asleep, naked.

Her heart raced. She started to leave, but couldn't take her eyes off his beautiful body. She gasped when she saw the size of his cock. Her heart pounded and her hands shook. She quickly went to her own room and sat on the bed. Her head was spinning. After all, he was her son, and she shouldn't feel that way. But, now, after seeing Jerry naked, her thoughts began to take on a different direction, a very strange direction. The more she thought about him, the farther along her thinking went. She had fantasies that wouldn't be suppressed and desire began to grow in her.

For several days she wrestled with her conscience, and with her growing desire. When she and Peggy got together the next time, Peggy was dumbfounded at the intensity of Shelley's attention to her.

Finally, Shelley could stand it no longer. She went into Jerry's room that night. He slept quietly, covered only by a sheet. She could see the outline of his body in the pale moonlight. Now, she was torn and confused. She wanted to wake him and tell him. She wanted to warn him to run away. She wanted to run, herself. She wanted to throw the cover off him and cover his naked body with her own. But, she was afraid that he'd reject her and at the same time afraid that he'd accept her advances and push her over the edge.

Finally, desire won out over everything else. Softly, she walked to the bed and pulled the sheet off him. She looked down at him, her pulse pounding, desire making her knees weak and wobbly. She could stand it no longer. It was now or never, and God, she wanted it to be now.

She lay beside him and rested her hand on his cock.

Jerry woke slowly and looked at his mother. When he realized where her hand was, he rolled to his side.

"Mom? What- oh, Mom!" He reached out and touched her breast. "I don't know why you're doing this, mom, but don't stop."

Her hand moved on him. "Is it alright, my baby? You don't mind?"

"I've wanted this, too, mom. But, I've always been afraid to say anything."

Shelley moved toward him and kissed his lips gently. "I guess we're two of a kind." She stroked his erection, then bent forward and kissed it.

Jerry gasped when her lips touched his hard, throbbing cock.

Jerry had noticed his mother's firm body some time ago. He began having strange thoughts about her. Even though she was his mother, he saw her also as a desirable woman, sensual and sexy. Sometimes in bed, he thought about her in ways that made his cock painfully hard.

It was difficult for him, at first, to think of her that way. He felt some guilt and he would have been completely at a loss as to how to pursue his desires had he chosen to act on them. How do you tell your mother that you'd like to have sex with her? She'd probably throw him out of the house.

But here she was, naked beside him. And she had the head of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue moved over it sensuously, slowly, massaging it softly. He tangled his fingers in her hair. She almost swallowed him. He got up suddenly and dived between her firm thighs. Before she could say a word, he buried his tongue in her hot, wet pussy.

Shelley cried out, then held his head against her as she came. Then she moaned as he slipped his cock into her. She threw her legs around his waist.

"Yes, darling, yes!" She matched his movements with her own. "You fill me so full. You're so lovely and big, my baby. Fuck me, darling!"

"Yes, mom. You're so wet and hot. You feel so tight."

Shelley's excitement grew. She moved faster and faster, and, finally, cried out when her orgasm peaked. She was so excited that she almost fainted.

Jerry just held her quietly until she regained her composure. He, too was excited, but kept things in check for now.

Finally, Shelley looked at him. "You're wonderful, honey. I've never felt anything like that before. It just seemed to go on and on. "




The New Neighbor



He touched her breasts. "It was more than I expected. Much more." He enjoyed the feeling of her hand on him.

Shelley slipped down and took him in her mouth again. She could taste her juice on him. It was delicious, especially since she was licking it off his swollen cock. She wondered idly how Peggy would taste on him. A germ of an idea began to take shape in her mind. She thought about it further as she straddled him and put him in her again.

She rode him slowly, moving her hips around in a slow circle. Then, she stopped for a moment as another orgasm washed over her. She rolled them over so he was on top of her.

"Fuck me some more, darling." She was almost consumed with lust.

Jerry rolled over on top of her and fucked her with long, slow strokes. He was delighted with the feel of her tight, wet pussy on him. He was getting closer. "Mom, I'm going to come."

"Yes, my baby. I want you to come. I want to feel it pouring out of you into me. In fact, I want you to put in my mouth when you come."

Jerry couldn't believe his ears. It was as though she was reading his mind! It made him even more sensitive and then it was upon him. He pulled out of her quickly and he felt her slide down to take him in her eager mouth. He came just as her mouth closed around him.

He lost track of everything. Every muscle in his body tensed. It felt as though it lasted for days. He didn't realize that she was coming, too.

It was her turn to hold him until he calmed down.

The next several nights were, for the both of them, a haze of sex and pleasure. Shelley was in heaven. Jerry had difficulty controlling his erections in public.

The next day, Jerry came in to her room and stood for a moment watching her. Shelley saw him out of the corner of her eye and turned to face him. She held out her arms to him.

"Come here, my darling," she said softly.

He went to her and caught her up in his arms. Their lips met in a long, hot kiss. His cock rose. And rose and rose.

"Do you want me, Jerry? Do you want to make love to me?"

He thrust his erection against her. "Can't you tell?"

"I can tell." She pressed closer to him. "Get out of those clothes this instant."

Jerry complied. She lay back on her bed and held her arms out to him. 

Jerry fell to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue worked its magic on her and she moaned and held his head to her. She was lost in ecstasy.

With a glad little cry she pressed herself to him. Her lips sought his and her tongue probed his mouth. Jerry returned the gesture, his cock now fully erect. He got up off his knees and licked his lips. She tasted wonderful. Now, she was fully aroused, her pussy wet and hot. He got between her thighs and she guided him into her.

She sighed and shivered with pleasure as he pushed slowly into her. She put her legs around him. "You can't get away now," she said softly.

"I don't want to get away, mom." He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She was moaning and her nails dug into his hips as she tried to pull him all the way inside her. Her legs gripped him. She clung to him as though he would fly away from her at any minute. Suddenly, she cried out as her orgasm claimed her. She came again when Jerry poured himself into her raging cunt. Later, they lay there, enjoying the delicious lassitude.

Shelley faced him. Her hands moved over him softly. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have someone else in bed with us?"

"Someone else? It would have to be someone you trust very much. Telling someone about what we're doing could mean big trouble."

"There would be no trouble with the person I'm thinking of."

Jerry looked at her with sudden comprehension. "You already have someone picked out, don't you?" His hand fondled her breast. He liked playing with her erect nipples. He liked the way she squirmed as he teased them.

"Yes," she said softly. "What would you say to having Peggy with us?"

Jerry looked at her for a moment. "Yeah! She'd be nice. But how do you know she'd go for it?"

Now was the time to tell him about her plan, about everything."Peggy and I have been, well, more than friends." She paused to study his reaction. His reaction was to begin having an erection. "Actually, I thought that we should go slowly, step by step and kind of ease into it."

"You and Peggy have been playing together? His erection was almost painful. "That makes sense." He moved so she could get a better grip on him.

"First, you let her seduce you, then..."

Jerry interrupted her. "How do you know she wants to seduce me?"

Shelley laughed. "Every day when she comes over she always asks the same question. 'How's that gorgeous son of yours?' The only reason she hasn't made a pass at you is out of loyalty to me as her friend. Oh, she wants to, no mistake about that. I just have to let her know it's okay."

Jerry's erection throbbed. The thought of making love to Peggy was an aphrodisiac. He'd love to have those long legs wrapped around him. Now, the thought of being in bed with both Peggy and his mother was giving him a real rush.

Shelley leaned over and kissed the head of his erect cock. "I'll tell her, then I'll make myself scarce for the day and leave you two to, shall we say, come together. She'll tell me about it afterward, then I'll pitch her about a threesome. I know she'll love the idea of it." She resumed kissing Jerry's cock.

"Mom," Jerry said, "I think I'm going to like being your son."

Shelley lifted her head, then slid up beside him again. She kissed his lips. "I already like your being my son." She threw her leg over him and rubbed her wet pussy up and down his erection. Finally, she could stand it no longer and plunged him into her.

======================

Shelley punched Peggy's number and waited till Peggy answered. "Hi, Peggy, this is Shelley. Are you busy?"

"Not at all. Why don't you come over for some coffee?"

"Just what I had in mind. I need to talk to you."

"Just talk? I'm disappointed."

Shelley giggled. "You needn't be. That's the other reason I wanted to see you."

Peggy laughed. "I'm glad we still see eye-to-eye on some things."

"I do like being eye-to-eye with you. I'll be right over."

She hung up the phone and went next door. Peggy welcomed her in and she had already poured coffee for the both of them.

"Well," Peggy said, "do you want to talk first, or what?"

"What, actually," Shelley said smiling.

"I was hoping you'd say that." She stood up and held out her hand to Shelley. Shelley took her hand and followed her upstairs. The coffee sat, forgotten, on the table.

As soon as they reached Peggy's bedroom, they began tearing each other's clothes off. Then they fell on the bed and fondled and kissed and rubbed together. It seemed to Peggy that Shelley was exceptionally hot this morning. Peggy asked, "Do you have something on your mind? You seem really hot today."

"You'll find out," Shelley said cryptically. She began toying with Peggy's clit. Peggy sighed and moved against Shelley's finger. They moaned and writhed and assumed the 69 position where they could both please each other. They each came twice, once from lips and tongue and once with a new trick that Peggy taught Shelley. They put their pussies together by intertwining their legs and rubbed each other gently.

Finally, they lay quietly side by side waiting for their pleasure to ease.

"Now, I think I can say what I have to say."

"I'm dying to know what it is."

"I think you'll like it." She paused for a moment, kissing Peggy's navel. "You've never made a pass at Jerry, have you?"

"No," Peggy said. "It would be bad form, your being my friend and all."

"But you'd like to get him in bed with you, wouldn't you?"

"I have to admit that I would. He is beautiful."

Shelley bit her tongue so she wouldn't let on about Jerry's prowess in bed or the size of his beautiful cock. She sat up and put both her hands on Peggy's breasts. "Well, you can go to bed with him if you want. I'm releasing you from your loyalty oath."

Peggy stared at her friend. "You mean I can seduce him? Do you think he'll be interested?"

"I know he'll be interested. Haven't you seen the way he looks at you?"

"I guess you know best. But how can I do it?"

"You'd know best about that. But, tomorrow morning, I'm going to go downtown on the pretext of taking care of some errands. I'll be gone for most of the day, so you'll have ample opportunity to make use of those ample breasts of yours."

Peggy laughed and blushed. "Gee, you're a good friend."

"So are you, Peggy. The best friend I ever had." Her mouth descended on Peggy's body again. She was amazed at how much she'd changed in the short time she'd known Peggy.

The next morning, Jerry sat alone in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. He heard a knock at the back door and got up to see who it was. He was pleased to see Peggy standing there.

"Hi, Peggy," Jerry said, letting her in. "Care for a cup of coffee?"

"I'd love one, thanks." She sat at the table. She watched Jerry as he got a cup from the cupboard and poured the coffee. She loved the way he moved. She was rather fascinated by the large bulge in Jerry's jeans. She tore her eyes away from his cute butt when he turned to her.

"Where's your mother?"

"She just left to do some shopping." Jerry joined Peggy at the table. Jerry liked Peggy. She was nice. She also had beautiful tits that bounced and swayed when she walked. He would love to play with them.

"I just came over to invite the two of you over for a swim."

"Thanks," Jerry said. "I'd love to. Mom won't be home for a few hours. You know how she can shop."

Peggy's heart beat a little faster. She had a chance to be almost naked with him, and alone, too. "Yeah, I do that too, remember." She sipped her coffee, looking at him over the rim of the cup. "You come over whenever you want. I'm going to change and jump in. It's going to be another hot day." She giggled inwardly at her little private joke. A hot day, indeed.

She put the cup down and started for the door. She stopped and looked at him again. "I'll leave the gate open, so just come in whenever you're ready." She chided herself for the shameless sexual innuendo.

"Swell," Jerry said. "It'll only take me a minute to change."

"Okay, see you in a minute." She closed the door and practically ran back to change. She would wear her skimpiest bikini. She would also make sure that it would be tied loosely enough that it would come off easily. Her heart was pounding as she considered the opportunity that she had. She wanted this handsome young man. He would make a delightful trophy.

She ran upstairs and stripped naked, studying herself in the full-length mirror. Her breasts were full and round, with large nipples that protruded half an inch when they were erect. They were sensitive to searching lips and tongue, filling her with a lovely pleasurable feeling when properly stimulated. Her nipples grew hard when she touched them and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body.

She stopped herself before things got too far out of hand. She put on her bikini, making sure Jerry would get a good look at her breasts. The nipples stayed hard.

Jerry went to his room and also stripped. He fondled his large cock into erection. "Maybe today is the day," he said aloud. He'd had his eye on Peggy since she and his mother began their friendship. His mother was seemingly quite fond of Peggy. No wonder they spent a lot of time together.

Jerry slipped on his trunks. They did little to hide his obvious maleness. He hoped Peggy would notice. He needn't have worried. She noticed a long time ago. He grabbed a towel and headed for Peggy's house.

She answered his knock almost immediately. She looked really sexy in her bikini. He would have to expend some effort to prevent a premature erection.

"Ready for a swim?"

"You bet," he said. He followed her to the pool, admiring her trim behind. He liked the way it jiggled as she walked.

Peggy dropped her towel and dived in. She swam to the far end of the pool and stood up. The water was just under her chin. She watched as Jerry dived in and swam toward her. He surfaced just in front of her. She felt the butterflies in her stomach at his closeness. She could reach out and touch him. She wanted that very much, but decided to let things move slowly at first.

Jerry looked at her for a moment, then turned and swam the length of the pool under water. He surfaced and beckoned to her. "Come on," he said. "You can do it."

She ducked under and pushed off from the wall. She reached him and swam between his legs. She barely brushed against him as she passed him. This time, Jerry got the butterflies.

Peggy came up right in front of him, this time touching him lightly with her breasts.

He stared deeply into her green eyes. He noticed that she had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Jerry stood still as she pressed against him a little harder. His cock began to swell.

"Yes, I can do it," she said softly. "Would you like to do it with me?" She pressed her breasts against him, leaving no doubt what she meant.

Jerry put his hands on her waist and pulled her even closer. "I'd love to do it with you."

Peggy's heart pounded. At last she was going to make love with this beautiful young man. She reached behind herself and unfastened the top to her bikini. She flung it at the pool deck, then leaned back.

Jerry's eyes got wide as he stared at her breasts. "They're really nice," he said lamely.

"Touch them, Jerry."

With shaking hands, he reached out and held them gently. His cock was hard and throbbing, now, and painfully constricted in his trunks. He ignored the discomfort and fondled the lovely globes. His thumbs pressed the nipples, then rubbed them side to side. "God, they're beautiful," he said softly.

"Maybe we should go inside," she said to him. "We can be more comfortable inside."

"Yeah," Jerry agreed.

He followed her out of the pool and into the house. She led him into the bedroom and gasped when she saw the size of his erection. She wondered idly if Shelley had ever seen it in this state. She took off the bottom of her suit and watched as Jerry tugged his down over his erection.

She walked over to him and put her hand on his cock. She could feel its power flowing up her arm. It was almost magical. She knelt and kissed the very tip of it, then stood up to face him.

"It's time we did something appropriate."

"Yes," he said, "it's about time."

He swept her up in his arms and deposited her on the bed. He knelt in front of her and pushed her thighs open. He trailed his tongue along the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. She was already hot, wet and ready for him. She tasted not too unlike his mother. Thoughts of their coming threesome was giving him almost as much pleasure as what was before him now.

His tongue teased her clit, then plunged into her pussy. He licked along the lips, slowly, up and down, pausing at the clit to flick the tip of his tongue over it. He liked the way she moaned and writhed as his tongue did its work.

"Please, Jerry, don't make me wait any longer." She tried to pull him up and into her.

He stood up, his erection steel hard and throbbing. He moved forward slowly and touched the head to her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down a few times. As he entered her, she sighed, then gasped as he filled her.

"Oh, Jerry! Deeper! All the way in."

He moved forward slowly, filling her almost to bursting. Then, he moved out, also slowly, until he was about half out of her. Then, he thrust forward hard, but only about an inch or so and back out the same distance.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around him.

He kept fucking her this way for a minute, then she came, somewhat noisily. She felt delightful to him. She was very wet and her nails dug into his back as her orgasm peaked.

She was delighted when he put his face between her thighs and began eating her again. Her next orgasm was even more intense. She couldn't help thinking of Shelley's tongue and lips on her breasts as Jerry ate her. She almost passed out when the next orgasm hit.

She lay next to him, her breasts against his chest, fondling his cock. He was still hard. She slid down him until her lips were touching the head of his cock. She sucked on it gently, then suddenly sat astride him. She eased him back into her pussy and rode him slowly.

"Now, I'm going to drain you," she said. Suddenly, she rolled over, pulling him on top of her. "Fuck me, Jerry. Slow and deep. Keep on until you come."

Jerry was almost there already. She was really wild and uninhibited. When he thought again of the coming threesome, he could hold it back no longer. With a strangled cry, he poured himself into her pussy.

Peggy held him tightly as she milked his cock with her vaginal muscles. "Give me all of it," she whispered in his ear. She was barely able to hold on to him as he bucked and shivered.

At last, he lay on his back, his breath rasping in his chest. "I think you got it all," he said. He lay there for a few more minutes, then got off the bed. He was a little wobbly.

"Where are you going?"

"I'd better get back. Mom will be home pretty soon."

"You think she'd mind our being here like this?"

"Maybe not, but I still have to help her with the groceries and stuff."

"Okay, go. But you'd better come back sometime."

"I will," he said smiling. "I definitely will."

He pulled on his trunks. They barely covered his half-erection.

Peggy giggled. "Maybe you'd better carry your towel in front."

He grinned at her and left.

Peggy lay on her back, a smile playing on her lips. She'd had the mother, and now the son. She hugged herself, holding her breasts. She thought it would be a major coup to have them both at once. No chance of that, though. After all, Jerry was Shelley's son. Still, she got a shiver of pleasure thinking of it.

Shelley got home right after Jerry. He helped her with her packages, then went up to shower. He was a little startled when Shelley followed him into the shower.

She took up the soap and started to soap his back. "How did things go today?"

"Just fine, mom. She's really sexy. Almost as sexy as you."

"Then you think a threesome with her would be good?"

"No doubt in my mind about that."

Shelley started soaping his front. He responded as she hoped. "Then, I'll go over and see her after supper and see what she thinks of the idea." She continued soaping him, then rinsed him off and knelt in front of him and captured him with her mouth. She sucked it gently for a moment, then got up.

"Now you soap me," she said smiling.

After supper, Shelley went over to see Peggy. Peggy was grinning from ear to ear.

Shelley snickered. "I take it that things went according to plan?"

"Did they ever!" Peggy described, in great detail, all that happened. She actually felt sorry for Shelley in that she couldn't experience that magical event, that big, hard cock.

"Wouldn't it be nice," Shelley said, "if we could share a nice hot, young stud?"

"Oh, yes!" Peggy agreed.

Shelley moved closer to Peggy, their thighs touching. Her hand rested on Peggy's knee, then moved upward slowly.

"Then why don't we?" Her hand moved higher and higher.

"But do you know someone?" Peggy's chest rose and fell a little quicker.

"Oh, yes, I know someone." Shelley turned slightly, touching her breast to Peggy's.

"Shelley, don't do this to me! Who is it? Do I know him?"

Shelley's hand grew bolder. Now, she was shaking, too. She felt pretty confident that Peggy would accept the proposal, but there was still this nagging doubt.

"Yes, you know him." Her hand moved up to Peggy's breast.

Peggy arched her back and pushed her breast against Shelley's hand. "Damn you, woman, tell me who it is."




The New Neighbor



Shelley looked deeply into Peggy's green eyes. "Jerry."

Peggy paled, then blushed and gasped. "Your son, Jerry?"

"Yes."

"You mean you've been fucking your own son? You've been fucking him while we were lovers?"

"You came first, so to speak, then Jerry. You wakened something in me that I've never known before. Something that was always there but was hidden below the surface. Whatever it was, it bubbled over."

Peggy hugged Shelley. "You have made a fantasy of mine become a reality. After Jerry and I made love, I wished that the three of us could get together, but Jerry is your son and I held no hope that that could ever come to pass. Now you tell me that it will come to be if I want it. God, yes, I want it! I want it more than you can ever imagine!"

"Then it shall be. You've made me very happy, Peg. You've fulfilled me; you've given me something that I've thought I could never have. You've given me freedom to enjoy what I am, good or evil."

Peggy hugged her. "You can never be evil, Shelley." She kissed Shelley's forehead. "Tell me what it was like, the first time you fucked your lovely son."

Shelley took a deep breath. Then she explained to Peggy her feelings and how she felt after she and Peggy had made love. How her eyes had opened and how her thoughts had changed direction. Mostly how a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The weight was made up of guilt and inhibition and now it was gone.

"I have to admit that I was really confused and scared silly. But desire can be a powerful motivation. When I went into his room that night, I was shaking like a leaf, but I wanted him more than anything. I would have killed to have him. When I touched him, he woke. I was ready to run, but he not only accepted me, he encouraged me."

Shelley felt better, having got it out in the open. She put her hand on Peggy's cheek and pulled her closer. Their lips met, softly, gently. She felt Peggy's hand on her breast. Her heart swelled with love and passion.

Peggy pulled back a little. "When is this blessed event going to take place?"

"How about right now? Why don't you come home with me? Jerry's there, waiting for us."

"He knows? Say, you're both in on this, aren't you? You planned all of this, didn't you?"

"Yes," Shelley said. "As soon as I realized everything that happened, I was determined to follow through on it. Jerry readily agreed after your encounter with him."

Peggy stood up, shaking with excitement. Shelley laughed. "You seem to be all ready."

"I am! You have no idea of how ready I am. Let's go."

Shelley took her hand and led the way back to her house. Peggy was in a fog of desire and anticipation. She was hardly aware of the trip.

Jerry was waiting for them in the kitchen. "Hi, you two."

Peggy just stood there, dumbly, staring at Jerry, then at Shelley.

"We're go," Shelley said. "Shall we go up?"

Jerry's cock began to swell with anticipation. This was going to be a fun night. Shelley put an arm around each of them and guided them toward the stairs. They almost ran.

Upstairs, Shelley began unbuttoning Jerry's shirt. He shrugged out of it as Shelley opened his pants and pulled them down. Then his shorts. Peggy undressed, then helped Shelley. Jerry stood there, his cock getting harder by the second. By the time the girls had gotten naked, he was at full erection.He lay down on the bed, his cock throbbing. Shelley climbed over him and lay on his other side. She ran the tip of one finger up and down the length of his cock.

Peggy watched in utter fascination at the sight of Shelley playing with her son's erect cock. She was breathing so fast she was almost hyperventilating.

Shelley looked over at her and said, "Come and join me. There's plenty here for both of us."

Peggy moved slowly, as though she were in a dream. It seemed like a dream to her. It was a dream, but a real one.

She lay beside Jerry, her head even with Shelley's. She moved her head until her lips brushed Jerry's cock. Still unbelieving, she kissed the bulbous head until her lips met Shelley's. Then their tongues touched. She felt Jerry's finger touching her pussy. She moaned as she came. She leaned back.

"Shelley, I want to see you with him inside you. I want to see him actually fuck you." Her breathing was ragged and shallow.

Shelley moved to straddle Jerry. Peggy rushed to help put him inside Shelley's wet pussy. Shelley sighed as Jerry entered her. Peggy's eyes were wide as she watched Jerry's hard cock enter his mother.

Suddenly, Shelley turned, without taking him out of her, until her back was to him. She lay back and spread her legs.

"Over here, Peggy." Shelley motioned for Peggy to get between their legs.

"Oh, yes," Peggy breathed and she moved where Shelley told her. The view was wonderful. Jerry's cock moved in and out of Shelley's pussy. Both of them were moaning with pleasure.

Peggy leaned down and put the tip of her tongue on Jerry's cock, enjoying the feel of it as it moved. She could also taste Shelley's pussy on him. She moved her tongue up to Shelley's clit, then flattened her tongue to cover the place where Jerry entered Shelley.

Shelley sighed. "Yes, Peggy, like that. Can you see him fucking me? Can you see how his cock moves into me? Make me come."

Peggy moved her whole head, licking them with broad strokes. She made Shelley come.

"Now, you get on top of him, Peggy, and let me lick you. I want to make you come the same way."

"Ooooh, I want that, too," Peggy said. She changed places with Shelley. She gasped as Jerry slid into her. She was so wet there was no resistance at all. She moaned as Jerry filled her completely, and again when Shelley's tongue began to stimulate them.

Shelley moved up to suck Peggy's nipple for a moment. Then, she whispered to Peggy, "Is it as nice as you thought?"

"It's wonderful!" Peggy exclaimed. "It's more beautiful than I could have imagined. To have either one of you is heavenly. To have you both is beyond anything I could dream of."

Jerry began to feel the effects of the situation. He thrust a little faster into Peggy and brought her to orgasm again. "Mom," he said, "are you ready?"

"Yes, my baby." She moved slightly, resting her weight on one arm. The other hand she rested on Jerry's cock.

Peggy watched, enrapt. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she knew it would be spectacular.

"Now, mom," Jerry said. "Now!"

Shelley pulled his cock out of Peggy and plunged her head down, taking Jerry deep into her mouth.

"Oh, yes!" Jerry thrust upward, his back arched. He gushed into Shelley's mouth.

Peggy could only stare, wide-eyed, at Jerry coming into his mother's mouth. She could see Shelley swallowing hard to keep up with him. She wanted to move, but Jerry's hands held her breasts.

She could tell by the look on Shelley's face that she was coming, too, even as Jerry finished. She could only watch, filled with pleasure, but still almost unbelieving at the lovely sight before her. She felt she had stumbled into paradise.

"God, mom, that was the best yet." Jerry was still breathing hard.

Peggy rolled off him. She kissed Shelley full on the lips. Her tongue could taste Shelley, her own pussy and Jerry's come all at once. Ambrosia. Now, she wanted to taste Shelley, first hand.

Shelley was still coming down from her orgasm when she felt Peggy between her thighs. Then, Peggy's tongue moved in her. She lay there, enjoying the feelings that ran through her pleasure-filled body.

Jerry watched for a moment, then got behind Peggy. Slowly, with great tenderness, he slipped his cock into Peggy. He felt Peggy push back against him slightly and heard her moan as she ate Shelley's pussy. He thought that nothing could be better than this. Two lovely women, totally uninhibited, and himself, devoting their every movement to giving each other pleasure. It took only a couple of minutes before Jerry blew his load into Peggy's animated pussy.

Shelley, too, was thinking back to that day not too long ago when she first met Peggy. She never had a moment's thought of anything as delightful as this. She could see now that the three of them would be good neighbors.



The New Neighbor



Some people I've known for a few months would make my first summer after graduating high school one of the more exciting periods of my life. The young couple next door, fairly new to the neighborhood, are very sociable people. My parents enjoy having them at the the house and have also been inside their home.

Carin Johnson is in her thirties, and quite attractive. She's slim, and tall. She has dark brown hair sometimes in a pony tale and with bangs to her eyebrows. She has very pretty light brown eyes with just a hint of makeup and eye liner and red lip gloss.

My name is Laurie. I had just turned eighteen about a month ago. I have long, blond hair with blue eyes. I'm five foot five, three inches shorter than Carin. My measurements are 34 b 25.5 34. 

Gossipy stories had been a small part of my life ever since I was a small child. I knew who had been divorced in the neighborhood, or who was in a not so good marriage. I didn't really care about any of it. My learned tendency had been to bury what I heard.

Carin had always been above reproach. Her pleasant disposition and sense of humor about her husband all indicated a very good marriage. There was nothing there that anyone could gossip about. 

Not far from where I live is a health club for women only. Interested in keeping myself fit I purchased a membership for one year. During the week I would go at different times of the day around my work schedule. Carin had mentioned going there during the evenings generally around 6. 

This particular evening I had been doing everything just a little off schedule. A visit from my brother had put back my workout by about an hour. Delays not withstanding, I walked into the health club.

At the moment when I walked inside Carin was lying on a mat doing bicycle crunches The Mediterranean white sleeveless contour top with contour shorts that she was wearing accentuated some nice curves.

"Hi Laurie," she said in a cheerful voice after coming to her feet.

"Hi Carin," I replied.

"How long have you been a member here?"

"Just a couple of months. I like it."

I started my workout that included some cardio as well as some strength training. Carin had gone over to the stairmaster. Her slim but apparently strong legs seemed to pump effortlessly. Now and then I would look in her direction but not knowing what I could say. In any case I could admire her body such as it was.

Almost an hour had passed before I decided to call my workout finished. Sweating and with some tired muscles, I walked slowly toward the lockerroom. Carin, I noticed, had been gone from the exercise room for a few minutes.

Inside standing by her locker a few feet away across the other side of the room she stood naked toweling off her body. I could not help but stare at her. Her long legs, her ass, and small waist all said sexy. My eyes roamed up and down her body while she faced toward her locker with her back to me. Seeing her start to turn, I averted my eyes.

I'm a cautious person by nature. Aware that I'm a lesbian since puberty, I could even dare to think that another girl could be interested sexually in me. Experience had been limited to viewing web sights, and a lot of masturbating. My fantasies of making love with another girl had led to many a nearly sleepless night. 

Carin's body was every bit as beautiful as any I had seen in the porn photos and videos. Her breasts are round, firm and large, her belly is flat, and her legs long and shapely. Her whole body is firm and perfectly toned.

Carin Johnson I'll take your pussy. Take me now! Wait a second. She has a husband and that says straight. I need to focus my mind on other things.

There's always other things to think about. Her hair was one. I loved the way she was wearing it these days.

"You had your hair done. It looks really nice."

"Thank you, I had it done by Janice. They're new since like a week ago."

"I'll try them."

"Laurie would you like a ride home?"

"Yes," I said, "I jogged over here."

Things are not always what they appear to be. That goes for marriages. People are not always who they appear to be. Carin could only be straight so I tried not to give off any vibes.

The chat within the privacy of her car was about to turn my love life one hundred eighty degrees. She didn't seem angry.

"I saw you checking me out in the lockerroom."

I blushed, embarrassed.

"Listen it's okay. My husband doesn't know it, but I've had sex with women. I like it." 

I couldn't ask for better luck. This fucking hot thirty something year old married woman likes pussy!

"You figured out that I'm lesbian?"

"Sweetie I don't think your eyes left my tits or my ass all night."

This is better than I could dare hope. I wanted desperately to lose my virginity.

"Can we do it tonight?"

"I would love to sweetie but Jack is home and so are your parents. But don't worry we will."

After uncounted hours of fantasizing, of undressing her in wet dreams, the opportunity presented itself. My cell phone rang. As I didn't give her a distinctive ring tone, it could have been any of a few friends.

"Hello,"

"Hi Laurie, it's me Carin."

"Hi," I said, "What's happening?"

"Jack went out for a couple of hours. It's his bowling night."

It was 7 :30. The shadows were lengthening but at least an hour of daylight remained. Dressed in shorts and tank top I walked outside via the back door, around the house and across to the Johnson residence.

At the front door I heard a barking dog that I had seen many times. From the other side a voice yelled "Pluto keep quiet. Stop barking!"

Coming inside, I pet the Airedale terrier on it's head then looked up at Carin standing there. She was scantily clad in only her bra and panties.

"I hope your not too embarrassed. I know how virgins can be."

She took me in her arms pulling me against her tall, lean body. Her buxom boobs pressed against me. Then her lips met mine. Tongues poked out and into open, wet mouths. I had never french kissed anyone before but it felt and tasted so nice.

My hand slid down inside her panties to her clitoris. Two fingers rubbed softly while my thumb pushed inside her. She slowly and seductively pushed off the straps then unfastened her bra. The garment fell to her feet. My hands cupped her full, firm boobs, pressing gently. Fingers raked across her nipples. She moaned softly.

I took her panties slowly down. She stepped out of them.

Now was my turn to undress. Pulling off my halter top I tossed it behind her. I kicked off my shoes. She took my elastic band shorts and my panties halfway down my ass then fondled me. As her fingers stroked my clit and poked deep into my pussy cum began spewing out down my thigh. Her other hand pressed against my ass.

A second later she pushed me down onto the sofa. My legs spread and extended. Her tongue brushed against my wet pussy, over my clit and into the vagina. I moaned softly showing pleasure on my face as she licked me.

She kissed her way up my torso finally bringing her lips to my nipples. They swelled and stiffened. Her lips puckered sucking hard on the left side first then a few seconds after, the right side.

"Oh baby don't stop!"

Her fingers by now were poking deep inside me. I was starting to have orgasims. They came one after another. My soft moans grew into loud screams as her fingers continued to rock inside me. 

I had never felt anything quite like it. My heart was going like a jackhammer, breaths were rapid and shallow, my skin turned red, and muscle contractions overtook my entire body. All these symptons seemed to happen at once. The orgasms came in waves.

Several orgasms later I lay exhausted, barely able to move even a limb with my lover looking down and smiling at me. As I began to recover she began dressing.

"I can't have my husband come home and catch us."

I could not have concurred more.

"I won't say anyhthing if you don't." We both chuckled at my remark.

I dressed and stayed for coffee which was served on her back porch. 



The New Neighbor



I thought it was just a coincidence, at first. I was into my morning routine: two cups of coffee and a single cigarette, the only one I smoke all day. While I enjoy the sense of tobacco I disdain the smell, nor do I inhale. Instead, I allow the smoke to linger around my mouth, then, leaning into the vertical opening of my wide kitchen window, I blow the smoke outside. I'm usually wearing only boxers or sweat pants, and I part the strip-blinds just enough so that I am barely visible to the street outside. As I puffed and leaned into the blinds my nipple brushed against the cold plastic strip and I immediately became aroused. I absently dropped my hand and massaged my stiffening cock through the material of my sweats, then, when I leaned into the opening to blow the final drag of smoke saw the silhouette of my neighbor in the upstairs apartment across the street.

He'd just moved in a few weeks before, and I'd noticed his long, lithe body as he hefted box after box into his new digs. He had the hairless musculature of a swimmer and bleached head of hair to match. I don't think he saw me staring, and I hadn't run into him since. But there he was, leaning against his own front window, seeming to gaze in my direction. I felt immediately curious; this was the second morning in a row he'd happened to find himself in view as I smoked. I stared at his figure, obscured by shadow, until finished, then extinguished the cigarette in the kitchen sink, downed the rest of my coffee and headed to the shower.

Once beneath the stream of hot water I noticed that my cock had not lost much of its hardness, and began stroking the entire length of my shaft with a slow, tight grip. But as much as I wanted to shoot my hot come into the stream of water, I knew I was running late; best save it for an even more intense experience tonight. After work I went out with a few friends, and, regretting the third beer, headed home and hit my bed, exhausted. The next morning I opened the kitchen window and prepared to light my cigarette, but before I struck flame to the tip I looked up to see the same shadowy form I'd seen the morning before. I froze for a moment, then put the cigarette and lighter down on the counter. My neighbor was definitely staring in my direction, at least as far as I could tell; shadow hid his expression, but his bare torso was clearly visible all the way to the base of his muscled lower abdomen, and thatch of hair that crowned his penis.

My cock rose inside my sweats and I thought, since I had such a great view, why not take advantage of the situation? I kept the blinds only partially open—if he were looking he could only see about half of me—and pulled my sweats down to my thighs and began stroking my cock. It throbbed hard and warm in my hand, and I let a drop of hot saliva fall onto my cock head to lubricate it. All the while I stared at my neighbor, whose figure seemed clearer now, closer, as if he sensed what I was doing though he could not see. Then, to my amazement, he took a step forward and became clear and in full view. His erection stood clear and tall. My eyes widened, and my reserve fell away.

I drew open the blinds and showed him my own throbbing cock that was now reddish purple and so hard it ached. My neighbor looked to breath faster as he watched me slowly wrap my hand around my shaft and begin to stroke myself from the base of my cock to the head, over and over, pulling on my hard balls with my other hand, pausing for a few seconds so that he could see my hardness clearly, then beginning to stroke faster and faster. I pinched my nipples alternately with my free hand and tugged hard at my cock head, knowing that I was close. Just as I gazed longingly at my neighbor's tremendous erection one more time I felt the pressure inside my balls surge, and I groaned as the stream of hot come shot out of my cock, two, three, four times, splashing onto the glass of the kitchen window.

Exhausted, I rubbed the overflowing come on my hand into the skin of my chest and stomach. When my hand was dry I reached for my cigarette—thoroughly needing it now—lighted the end and took a long, languorous drag. Then I looked up to see if my neighbor would return the favor. But instead of his chiseled body and hard cock, I saw only the blank window. Disappointed, I shrugged and sipped from my now cold mug of coffee, happy to have at least had such arousing inspiration. I daydreamed for I'm not sure how long, did not notice that my cigarette had extinguished itself, until a soft knock on my front door brought me back to the present.



The New Neighbor



A moving truck parked out front. Hmmmm, I thought, as I pulled in to my driveway. Wonder who moved in? I parked, went inside, and looked through my mail. The place next door had been for sale for a while, and I had only vaguely noticed that the "For sale" sign was gone. I changed clothes and picked up my bike, thinking I'd get at least a short ride in. Fifteen miles later, I was home—and sweating just a bit in the heat and I noticed the moving truck was gone. As I rode up on the sidewalk, I saw my new neighbor. She was about my age, dark hair, and looked pretty darn attractive, clad in a black t-shirt and khaki shorts. I waved hello at her, and she started to wave back, then apparently changed her mind and started towards me.

Hi, she said, and nice to meet you. Could you give me a hand moving something? Movers left, etc. Sure, I said, somewhat uncomfortably aware of how thin my bike shorts were. We exchanged some small talk as we maneuvered a couple pieces of furniture around, and I drained a bottle of water she offered. We sat down on her newly repositioned couch, and she knocked over her bottle of water. I reached down to pick it up, just as she leaned over to grab it. As I reached, and she leaned, I could feel my fingers graze her t-shirt and breast, and realized she was wearing a lace bra and a thin t-shirt -- I could feel her erect nipple, and let my hand pause for an instant cupping her beautiful breast, her nipple rubbing in my hand. Our eyes met and locked, and she let out a soft moan. I moved my hand and let my fingers trace her breast and pinched her nipple just a bit. I felt her free hand trace up my leg, to my hips, and slowly, playfully, circled around my now-erect cock. 

It was my turn to moan just a bit as she circled around my cock and slowly moved in until she was tracing it through my shorts. I reached down a bit and pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her bra, and watching her as her eyes sparkled and her mouth opened slightly, breathing heavily. I slid her shirt over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts held back by her lace bra. I reached around her and undid the clasp, freeing her tits. I ran my fingers over her nipples, seeing how large they were erect, begging me to suck on them. I leaned down, pushed her down on the floor, and began kissing my way from her belly button to her nipples. I could feel her sliding my dripping t-shirt off of me, and took her breast into my mouth, biting down on her nipple and rolling it around in my mouth. My hand reached down and slid inside the waistband of her shorts, feeling how smooth her pussy area was. My fingers explored, feeling her pussy dripping with anticipation, sliding one finger, then two, then three, into her as I played with her clit with my tongue, hearing her moaning rising almost to a scream. 

All the while, I could feel her sliding my shorts off, and fondling my cock. I felt her moving, and rolling me over and then felt her tongue and lips on my cock. Slowly she began to suck my cock, licking my precum off with appreciative noises. Slowly she went, with just the right mix of tongue, lips, mouth, and pressure -- driving me wild, until I could feel myself about to cum. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to me as I rolled over on top of her, my cock still dripping from her mouth. She spread her legs for me as I played with her tits with one hand while teasing her clit and pussy with the tip of my cock, listening to her implore me to fuck her and to fuck her brains out. 

Still I teased, letting just the tip of my cock inside her hot, dripping pussy, and then, without warning, I rammed my rock hard cock deep into her pussy—bottoming out deep inside her as she gasped with pleasure. In and out I slid my cock, savoring the feel of my cock buried deep inside her glorious, hot, tight, wet pussy, feeling her cum all over my cock. From slow to fast to slow again, and I could feel her starting to quake as her orgasm grew. As it burst upon her, she screamed out and I could feel her pussy convulsing on my cock and feel her drenching me as she came. 

Breathlessly she said she wanted to feel me explode inside her, and seeing her naked beneath me, my cock buried deep inside her, and feeling her pussy orgasm on my cock, I could feel my own orgasm building, building . . . I slid in and out, and could feel the tip of my cock mushroom inside her, and felt my hot cum exploding into her already dripping pussy. I came for what seemed like forever, both of us screaming in ecstasy as we consumed each other in orgasm. 

We lay like that for a long time, her pussy still holding my cock deep inside. Finally, we both stopped shaking and were able to look each other in the eye. Hi, I said. I'm Tom, your new next door neighbor . . . to which she replied, Hi, I'm Renee . . .



The New Neighbor



Even through the window, Chase could tell that the woman was a looker. Her long blonde hair easily reached her wide hips, while her arms seemed to be smooth and muscular. He could tell that she was definitely on the larger side, but that suited him fine. That's where his preferences ran to, anyways. "More cushion for the pushin'", he thought to himself as he peered over at the new neighbor. She and a male (Chase couldn't tell from their actions whether they were friends, dating, or married) had begun moving items in yesterday, starting with the furniture. It appeared that now they were bringing in all the boxes and knick-knacks. Curious, he kept glancing towards the large picture window as he watched TV, hoping to catch a glimpse that would tell him what type of people these new neighbors were.

They seemed to be nice people. They shared in the job of bringing items into the house, opened the door for each other, and seemed to work nicely in unison; obviously they'd been together long enough for a system and easy camaraderie to have been concretely established. Working together to bring in the larger, heavy items and boxes, muscling open the door... it was almost like a dance. Chase kept glancing over, enjoying the way that the woman's shorts stretched across her voluptuous bottom, showing off the indent between her buttocks. The white tank top she wore soon dampened with sweat, showing the rich purple hue of her bra, and the tendrils of hair brushing her neck and cheeks began to stick to her skin. Chase found himself daydreaming of how she would look in bed. "Probably a lot like that," he thought to himself. "Cheeks pinkened from exertion, damp hair caressing her neck, eyes shiny with excitement, skin moist with a light sheen of perspiration... breasts heavy and full, swinging as she moves..." He closed his eyes, allowing his imagination to take over, unzipping his trousers as he did so.

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Several days later, Chase was outside, reading a magazine and swinging in his hammock, when he began to hear subtle noises from next door. Thinking the new neighbor just had her TV louder than normal, he tuned it out, returning to the article on trout fishing that he had previously been thoroughly engrossed in. A few minutes later, a guttural cry rent the air, and he lifted his upper half off the hammock, wondering if he ought to run next door and make sure everything was alright. As he debated, more noises filled the air. A loud moan, followed by harsh panting and an almost indecipherable sound of "thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack...." 

"Good God," he whispered aloud, "the woman is a sex goddess!" Lying back down, Chase put down his magazine, content to listen to the drama unfolding next door. His home hid his backyard from the curious gaze of passersby, while the shrubs he had planted, as well as the neighbors' low picket fence, ensured his complete privacy. As a bachelor, he had need of privacy. Although he was by no means a player, he had his share of women friends, and even if one were not over, he preferred walking around his house nude or wearing only boxer briefs to being fully dressed.

Another loud moan interrupted his reverie, and he fumbled with the button on his now-snug shorts as the air continued to be a conduit between his next door neighbor and himself. Gripping his cock firmly in one hand, he began to slowly pump as he closed his eyes; if he strained his ears, he was able to hear every word.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck me harder!" She was screaming to her lover, her voice hoarse in her passion. The thwack-ing sounds grew louder, and Chase smiled as he placed the sound as that of a tight ball sack vigorously slapping a wet pussy mound during a ferocious, uninhibited sexcapade. His hand moved faster, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he again imagined his beautiful, well-endowed neighbor resting doggy style on her bed, her large breasts swaying with the force of the thrusts from her lover, her long blonde hair a veil around her shoulders as she took the hard length deep into her weeping pussy.

Rhythmic moaning filled the air, turning into fast, coarse grunts as the speed of the thrusts apparently increased. "That's right, you fat slut, giving me your gorgeous body to pound.... Take it like a woman, that's a good girl! Ohhhh, god yes, your fucking pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight, it's all I can do not to cum right now...." Chase heard a man say roughly, a loud smack punctuating every pause. Gripping himself tighter, Chase tensed up, imagining pounding the luscious pussy of his new neighbor, watching her flesh wiggle and jiggle as he moved, grabbing a hard nipple to pinch as he drove himself to completion... 

"Ohhhhhhhh," he gasped as his cock began to jerk, his cum erupting like a geyser from the head. He threw his head back, breathing harshly, still pumping hot seed from his cock, as he listened to the neighbor complete his own play. Breathing heavily, willing his heart-rate to return to normal, Chase lie still as the voices next door quieted, a heavy-handed smack and a barely audible "That's my good girl," wafting to him on the breeze. He smiled. If the pleased voice was anything to go by, his new neighbor was quite a ride.

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"Can I borrow your lawnmower?" Fleshy pink lips parted in a pout after the question, obviously disappointed about something.

"I... I beg your pardon?" Chase asked, borrowing time until he could find his tongue again. His neighbor had finally made an appearance on his front step, in an outfit that made his jaw hit the floor. Jean short-shorts, a loose turquoise tank top, and a white sports bra was the frame for her natural beauty today, while her feet were encased in a pair of black sneakers. Gold earrings framed her round face, accentuated even more since her hair was pulled up and in a ponytail at the back of her head. Her beautiful blue eyes were emphasized by sooty black lashes, and shone with intelligence and humor, almost as if she could read his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself properly, have I? My apologies, I'm Myra, I moved in next door about a week ago," She explained, a smile lifting her lips and making her eyes sparkle even more brightly. "I've been working on unpacking and haven't gotten around to meeting anyone. I was just going to start on some outdoor stuff, but my lawnmower doesn't seem to want to start, and I just can't stand long grass in the yard. It makes me feel so unbearably flustered, like a chicken with my head cut off. I can't start one thing without being side-tracked by another!"

Laughing, Chase extended his hand to the up-beat woman. "I'm Chase," he said with a warm smile, his eyes heating up and running down her length appreciatively as he remembered hearing her tête-à-tête from 2 days ago. "I can understand what you mean. I think if I put off mowing for even a day too long, my yard would be overrun by dandelions!"

Myra nodded, a smile gracing her beautiful face. "So, would you mind if I borrowed your lawnmower?" she asked again, her features turning somewhat serious as she questioned him. Chase shook his head, brown hair ruffling the tips of his ears.

"Absolutely not," he asserted, then, inserting a seductive wink, added "As long as if you don't bring it back by the time I need to landscape, I get to call in a favor."

Myra giggled, sticking out her hand. "Deal!"

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Chase watched her unashamedly from the upstairs window, where he had the best view of her cleavage. He sighed, his eyes lovingly tracing every curve of her large body, lingering on the sites he found most fascinating... such as her beautifully formed buttocks, her prominent breasts, the elegant curve of her neck, and her well-muscled calves. 

"Down, boy," he murmured, feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans. "Don't scare her off." Chase continued to watch her, unmoving, just memorizing her curves, the sway of her wide hips, the way her waist was tapered to give her the perfect hourglass figure. The sun beat down to caress her golden skin, gently kissing her face and highlighting her hair. The epitome of a woman, Chase thought, to be able to arouse a man without lifting a finger, but still capable of hard labor. He smiled at the double entendre as the lawnmower wound down and shut off. Quickly, he made his way downstairs so that Myra wouldn't suspect a thing.

The knock on the door coming quicker than expected, Chase glanced down to find his erection at least not blatantly obvious. Grinning to himself ruefully, he walked to the door and opened it. As expected, Myra stood there.

"How did the ole girl work for you?" He asked with a smile.

"Great!" She responded, a dimple appearing in her cheek as she beamed back at him. Then her face fell a little. "Unfortunately," she said somewhat shyly, "I ran out of gas just as I was done." She peered up at him through her eyelashes coquettishly, completely out of character for her previous 'good girl' look. "I don't have any money to give you to replace it, but if you'd like to come over for awhile, I can pay you back." Myra stretched her hand out to Chase invitingly, a coy smile gracing her face. Almost in a dreamlike state, Chase took her hand, barely remembering to close the door behind him as she tugged him towards her home.

Opening and closing the heavy front door was as far as they got before the clothes started to come off. Grabbing Chase's shoulders, Myra pushed him up against the door, a firm leg coming up to twine around his waist, her lips pressed hotly to his, her tongue flicking out to taste his lips as she pressed her molten core as close to his erection as she could possibly get. Chase threw back his head in tortured agony; Myra gave a throaty laugh.

"Do you think I wasn't able to see you in your window today?" she asked coyly, grinding herself against him mindlessly. "Or that I couldn't make out your..." she paused, gripping his hard cock in her hand, "delicious hard-on through these shorts?" Chase gasped at her firm grip, his shaft throbbing as if thrilled at the attention. Not trusting himself to speak, he grabbed Myra by the back of her neck, pulling her to him for a bone-rattling kiss, his lips forcing hers apart so he could explore the cavern within. His tongue explored her mouth leisurely, taking his time as he felt out the hidden recesses. His fingers flexed lightly on her neck, his other hand pushing her tank top straps off her shoulders so that he could caress her bare skin. Giving a tiny moan of surrender, the sizzling temptress melted at his feet, her bones seeming to dissolve as he kissed her.

Chase grinned as he broke off the kiss, sensing that much more of it and Myra would faint. Nuzzling her neck, he pushed her tight shorts from her waist, revealing the sexy g-string she wore. Goosebumps rippled across his shoulder blades, and he snapped the elastic at Myra's waist, chuckling as he heard her sharp intake of breath. His warm breath made Myra's hair stand on end, and he blew gently upon her neck, delighting in the way her eyes immediately rolled back into her head.

"I want you," Myra whispered desperately, her hand, now removed from his throbbing cock, running down Chase's side to give his buttock a hearty squeeze. Chase nipped her sensitive throat with his sharp teeth in response, squeezing her neck a little tighter in his broad palm.

"Good," he growled against her satiny skin, his hand moving to free himself from his shorts, "Because I'm gonna fucking pound that luscious cunt of yours until you can't take any more.... And even then I just might not be done." As he had hoped, a slight tremor of excitement rippled through her voluptuous body, and raising his head from her neck, he took the time to peruse Myra's face, gauging her reaction. She was not at all displeased by his choice of language, he could tell, and after the scene he had heard while in his backyard a few days ago, he knew he could step a little out of the box... the thought excited him even more than he already was.

Aroused beyond comprehension, Chase's fumbling hand seemed to take forever to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Of course, it didn't help that Myra had raised her plump arms and removed her tank top. She smiled sensually at him as she did so, and he looked down to see that her top must have had a built in bra, for her breasts now hung loose, the pert rosy nipples just begging for attention. She leaned into him, kissing him deeply, rubbing herself against him, and he forced himself to focus on the buttons of his shorts. Finally, finally it popped open, and Chase groaned aloud in relief, then looked to Myra with a disarming smile.

"Want to go for a ride?" he asked devilishly. Before Myra could respond, Chase had grabbed her hips, twirled her around, and wedged her between himself and the door. Grinning into her passion-flushed face, Chase stroked his hands down to her buttocks, and in one smooth motion, lifted Myra up, impaling her soft body on his hard cock. Her g-string pushed to the side of her already sopping wet pussy, his entry was effortless. As soon as he was completely sheathed, he paused, leaning against her, staring into her eyes.

"Is there a reason your nails dug into my back?" He teased with a lopsided grin. Myra groaned, her inner muscles trembling around Chase's cock.

"No, it's just... God, you feel so fucking good," she breathed, staring into his eyes.

"Just wait," Chase responded, "I'm not even close to being done with you." And so saying, he adjusted his grip on her and began to slowly thrust inside her, flexing his hips experimentally as he watched Myra's reactions flitting across her face. Amazement, wonder, arousal, and lust all danced with fiery passion, and Chase was hard-pressed to keep from immediately spilling his seed. Myra's soft, fast panting, the way she tossed her head back in ecstacy, the feeling of her legs wrapping tightly around his hips... He shuddered as he lost control, and Myra cried out as his cock exploded inside of her.

"Oh you fucker, I wasn't even close yet," she smilingly snarled, leaning forward to bite his neck fiercely. The pain kept his manhood pumping for longer than normal, and as his legs weakened, he let Myra slowly slide down his body until her feet hit the floor, fearful that he'd lose his grip as his muscles relaxed. His hands, however, stayed on her, his thumbs moving to gently circle Myra's nipples, his fingertips massaging the mounds of her breasts.

"You are so beautiful," Chase told her reverently, bending his head to suckle a pebbled nipple. Her gasp aroused him, and his half-flaccid cock came straight back to attention. Noticing, Myra giggled through the haze of arousal. 

"Ready for round two or something?" She flirtatiously spoke, her hand finding his sac and cradling it in her warm palm.

"No," Chase responded, his voice muffled from his lips still being firmly pressed into her breast, "I'm ready to complete round one. Where's your damn bedroom?"

"Who cares?" Myra moaned, trembling, nerves tingling from nipples to pussy and back.

"I do, because I'm not going to continue fucking you on the floor," Chase answered, chuckling hoarsely against her warm flesh.

On a throaty sigh, Myra drifted back close enough to earth to lead Chase to her bedroom, located in the back of the house with a large French style door that led onto a small enclosed patio. Chase got a small glimpse as he walked past on the way to Myra's bed; surprised, he turned and looked closer inside the room and a smile lifted his lips as he saw a variety of love-making objects, implements, and contraptions, concealed by frosted glass windows. He wondered when Myra had brought those into the home, as he didn't recall seeing them. Turning, his flesh immediately sizzled when he saw that Myra had made herself comfortable on the bed. She lie there, propped with pillows, her long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders, completely at ease and completely bare to his gaze.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," Chase said as he moved towards her in an almost dream-like state. "Your curves make me so fucking hard, and the color of your nipples is just divine. Your hair..." he lifted a lock to his nose and inhaled, "reminds me of jumping into a cold river on a hot summer's day." His hands roamed over Myra's body, and he watched in interest as her heavy-lidded eyes fluttered in a vain attempt to stay open. Gently, his hands smoothed her body, touching her shoulders, down her arms, back up to caress her soft breasts, before dancing down the delicate flesh of her belly to the glistening mound of her pussy. His gaze locking on her face, Chase probed her wetness with a forefinger until he located her swollen nubbin of womanhood, and he smiled as she gasped and arched her back slightly.

Grasping Myra's legs, Chase tugged once and pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her long legs dangle while he knelt to the ground. Lifting behind the knees, he brought Myra's legs to rest on his shoulders, and leaning forward, he inhaled the delicious scent of her pussy. Giving a last glance at her flushed face, Chase lowered his head to the feast set before him. The normally delicate scent was now musky, potent; proof of Myra's needy arousal. His thumbs spread her labia to reveal the pearl inside, and he licked his lips in anticipation, but he didn't want to go fast. No, he wanted to prolong the agony, keep her hovering on the edge as long as he could.

His warm lips began kissing the inside of Myra's soft thighs, his thumbs now gently massaging the outer lips of her tantalizing pussy. His mouth somewhat open, he pressed his tongue to Myra's flesh as he kissed her, tasting the residue of his previous encounter, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head with delight. The delicate quivering of Myra's thigh muscles alerted him to her enjoyment, and eager to oblige her pleasure, Chase moved closer to her pussy, his lips now pressing feverish kisses to her smooth mound, his tongue darting out to taste the silky dewdrops lingering there. 

Deciding it was time to start employing his fingers, Chase gently inserted his index finger into Myra's sopping wet pussy, and was rewarded by a low guttural groan and an indistinct tightening of inner muscles. "Relax, darling," he murmured into her feverish flesh, "I've yet to even begin." His only response was a slight wriggle of hips, as if she was impatient for more. Pressing his advantage, Chase's tongue began lapping at the shiny pearl nestled between Myra's two lips, his finger slowly moving in and out of her hot cunt. Soft panting, in rhythm to his licking tongue, drifted to his ears, and he groaned into her pussy as his cock stiffened further. He inserted another finger, and lifted his head to gaze at Myra, licking the moistness from his shining lips.

"Do you like that? Do you feel like a good little slut, spreading your legs wide for me, begging for my attention? Play with your nipples, Myra, I want to hear you moan, I want to hear your passion," Chase instructed her. Eyes barely open, Myra nodded distractedly, her hands moving to her breasts, where she began pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Soft mewls escaped her, and satisfied with her response, Chase lowered his head again, this time sucking her clit into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" Myra keened, her hips rising fractionally. Chase kept her still, his hands pressing down on the top of her large thighs, as he used his teeth to gently roll her sensitive nub, tongue still flicking at it. A third finger joined the others, and he curled them upward; finding her g-spot, he firmly began to stroke.

"Oh holy shit!" reached his ears, and Chase flicked his gaze up to see Myra writhing on the bed, her eyes scrunched shut, her nipples a dark rose as she continued to viciously pinch them. Her back arched high, her legs pressing down on his shoulders as she moved uncontrollably in response to Chase's stimulation. He added a fourth finger, and began a steady, thrusting rhythm, the fingertips still pressing into Myra's g-spot. His thumb he moved to her swollen clit so that he could watch her as she orgasmed.




The New Neighbor



Myra was aware that Chase watched her.... She couldn't help but feel his intent gaze boring into her, staring at her, watching her body's reactions. But it didn't matter. She loved it, loved being the object of desire, loved knowing how hard she could make a cock. Her deft fingers continued to twist her sensitive nipples, and she couldn't seem to control her hips, which kept rising to meet Chase's fingers, meeting his thrusts. She didn't even bother to stifle her gasps and cries of pleasure, just let herself get lost in the motion, forget everything but the twinge of pain from her nipples, the ecstasy of Chase's fingers.... And she began to feel her completion build.

"Don't... stop.... Please don't... don't stop," Myra begged breathlessly, desperation edging her voice. "Oh please... oh please... I've gotta... I need to... Oh god...." She moaned incoherently, tossing her head back and forth on the bed. Chase grinned, and increased the speed of his fingers. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." Myra chanted, beginning to feel liquid heat infiltrate her womb. "Oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum!" She screamed, and Chase watched her face as she exploded into a thousand pieces, her body stiffening for a moment before commencing a multitude of shivering, shuddering spasms that rocked her from head to toe, her mouth opening and closing without any sound but a delightful wail of delight punctuated by hoarse panting. Her clit seemed to swell slightly and throb beneath his thumb, and he continued his movements until it seemed her orgasm died down. Before she could open her eyes, Chase had risen, taken his cock in his hand, and pushed his way home into her luscious, inviting cunt.

It was better than he had expected. Her natural lubricant eased the way for him, and he slid between her plump petals with ease. He groaned in pleasure as he sheathed himself inside her fully, and looking down, saw that Myra must feel the same, for her cheeks were still flush, her lips slightly parted as her breath came in heavy moans. 

"Look at me," Chase demanded. "Open your beautiful eyes and look at me, you little cock-hungry slut." 

Myra opened glazed-over eyes to meet his, and searching them, Chase nodded his head, pleased at the depth of unbridled passion he saw. In acknowledgement, he withdrew, then shoved his way deep again. 

"Unhhh!!" Myra whimpered piteously, "More! Please, more!" as she wriggled her hips in an attempt to spur him on, to make him start pumping.

"Oh no, pet," Chase admonished, "I spilled much too early previously. I want to ensure you enjoy it this time."

"I.. I did last time," Myra lied breathlessly.

"Fool," Chase berated her with a growl, punctuating his words with a powerful thrust of his masculine hips, "Don't ever fucking lie to me. In the future, if you do, my only response will be to punish you. Do you understand?" He stopped thrusting, awaiting her response, but she was too caught up in the maelstrom of sensation to realize he had stopped speaking.

"I said," Chase spoke again, pinching her nipple roughly with one hand, "Do you fucking understand me, bitch?" The pain broke through the reddish haze of an oncoming orgasm, and Myra blinked, then nodded, licking her lips.

"Better," he said with a wry twist of his lips, and began a deep rhythm of thrusting. It was slow, but every thrust went deep, and with Myra being so tight, it was torture; paradise. Biting his lip, Chase concentrated on Myra's engaging body. Her breasts slowly rocked back and forth on her ribs as he moved her body with his thrusts, and her large frame received each impact as an embrace. Her hands clenched in the bedspread, and her glassy eyes stared into his face as she accepted his thrusting.

"Oh god, Chase," she spoke, licking her lips again, trying to contain her gasps of delight, "you feel so fucking good; my pussy has never had such a treat before." Her eyes added truth to her words; Chase could tell that she was valiantly fighting to keep them focused, rather than sliding into her head with delight. Her hips verified both, lifting and retreating as she met each thrust eagerly. He reached between them to use his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in fast circles, his action immediately receiving a response. The guttural sounds emanating from her mouth were the most erotic ones he'd ever heard. Reining himself in before he came again, he withdrew reluctantly from Myra's plush body.

"Turn over," he ordered, slowly stroking his glistening cock in his palm. Myra stared at his shaft in fascination as she slowly rolled onto her belly, then raised herself up onto her hands and knees. 

"That's right, fucking whore," He whispered as he moved closer, "Spread your body for me... Give me easy access to your sexy hotbox... You've just been aching to a good fucking, haven't you, bitch? Waiting for a thick hard cock to spread those delectable pussy lips and stimulate your flesh...." He trailed off as he quickly thrust himself into Myra's dripping cunt, and he hissed between his teeth in gratification. Her body was so perfect; hills and valleys, all as lush as could be. Chase grabbed her hips. "I'll have to give you just what you want," he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Since it's exactly the same thing I want..." So saying, he bit her shoulder and thrust deeply into her tight hole again and again, driving like a piston. Non-tiring, at a steady pace, he drove his rock-hard shaft into her, enjoying her rippling muscles, her swinging breasts, the friction of her thick pussy lips on his sensitive cock. He especially rejoiced in her guttural moans and pants; the way she threw her hair back over her shoulder when she turned her head to look back at him; the quick press back of her hips to counter-act his vigorous thrusts.

He reached his hands beneath her body, and grabbing her breasts in each hand, he pulled her up and off her hands, arching her back as he twisted her nipples in his calloused fingertips. She screamed in delight, her hands reaching back to grab his buttocks and pull him further into her pussy. "You've got 5 seconds to cum, pet," Chase growled into her ear, a hand gently encircling her throat, "because that's about all the more time I can hold back from spilling myself in your fantastic cunt."

Breathless both from arousal, her heavy breathing, and now the hand at her neck, Myra nodded; somehow he must have known that she'd been doing her best to not cum yet. Her strangled cry ripped past her lips moments later as she let go, and together, her insides and Chase's hard shaft throbbed together, partners in a powerful, black-out orgasm. Slowly coming back to reality, Chase realized that he lie next to Myra's glistening body... and his own was no less sated than before.

"I think," he mused aloud, "that I would like to make use of that little room on your patio...."