Chapter 10

Driving home, Gloria couldn't help wondering why Harve had let her off so early today. Ever since her return from lunch he'd acted oddly, and hadn't even called her in for one of their "special dictation" sessions. Which was actually something of a relief after the past few days of constant screwing.

But it was disappointing as well. She'd come to look forward to those sessions, to those precious moments of having a cock buried inside her. In fact, she'd felt a surge of disappointment when he'd poked his head out of the office to tell her to take the rest of the day off.

Still, it would be nice to have the afternoon to herself. No paperwork to be done, no clients to see to. No cunt-hungry boss to satisfy. No prick to drive her into ecstatic peaks of satiation. No disgusting, degrading, deliciously wicked acts to perform. No relief from the ache that even now was growing within her, an ache that had her squirming in the car seat and wanting to turn right around—

Pulling into the driveway, she tried to push those thoughts from her mind. After all, every woman had a right to an afternoon away from the grind of work, once in awhile. And so did every boss, for that matter. Anyway, there was always tomorrow to make up for it . . .

It was as she climbed out of her car that a man's voice spoke abruptly. "Hello, stranger! Haven't seen you around much these days."

She turned and broke into a smile as Don Jones strode up, wiping a layer of sweat from his face and grinning wide. He'd been working in his yard, and a pair of weed clippers dangled from one hand. His shirt and shorts were soaked, clinging to his well-shaped body in a way that caught her attention immediately as he stopped before her.

"Well, I didn't expect to catch you around this time of day. Don't tell me that new boss of yours has shown a speck of decency! I was beginning to think you'd moved away!"

Gloria blushed. It was obvious that he'd been talking to Tish. "I suppose I have been busy lately, Don. But you know how hard it is to find a good job. I haven't had much free time lately ..."

"So your daughter told me," he broke in. "By the way,- she stopped by this morning to say that she was going to be at Melinda's house all day, so I don't expect you'll have any interruptions until suppertime from the girl. She's really getting to be quite a woman, isn't she?"

She nodded, aware of the way his gaze travelled up and down her as he spoke. Don had always attracted her, and right now his appreciative stare was doing nothing to ease the ache in her cunt. Before taking her new job, she'd never quite had the nerve to anything about that attraction. But now, on impulse, she blurted out what was on her mind. "Yes she is, but I wish she'd give me a little more warning before she flies off like that. But since she is gone, would you like to come in for a cold drink? I guess that's the least I can do for a thirsty neighbor."

"All right." Don smiled, remembering the last such offer he'd had. "That sounds fine."

Pleased, Gloria turned and led him into the house, unable to halt the extra swing of her hips at his presence. Until not so long ago she wouldn't have dreamed of inviting a man in. not even Don. But right now her cunt was burning and itching with new arousal, and even the short trip through the house into the kitchen seemed to take forever.

He stood waiting as she went to the refrigerator, and gladly accepted the brimming glass of lemonade she brought back.

"I'm sorry I can't offer you anything stronger," she remarked as he drained the glass instantly and set it down. "With a growing girl in the house, I don't ever think to buy the kind of drink a man would like. I guess I'm a bit out of practice ..."

"Then maybe you need someone to practice on," he grinned, meeting her gaze. "Anyway, this is just what I needed. Thank you, ma'am. And anything I can do in return, just let me know."

She was standing before him, her eyes drawn as if by a magnet to the obvious swell in his crotch. Gloria could feel pussy juice creaming from her gash, soaking her panties and making the ache even worse. This wasn't Harve Collins with her now, but a handsome next-door neighbor she'd known for a long time without ever really seeing before. The bluntness of his manner had already made it obvious that he was attracted as well, and before she quite realized it she was moving forward, her voice deep and sexy. "Well, there might be something you could do, now that I think of it. In fact, I know just the kind of practice I need most. With this."

Suddenly her hand dipped down to cup his crotch.

"Wha—oh, Christ!" Don's grunt of surprise perfectly matched the abrupt lust that contorted his face. Though startled by this unexpected turn of events, he reacted instantly. His prick leaped up in her hand, and she gasped at the feel of that powerful surging fuckshaft as his hands went out in return.

"Yes, darling," her voice was almost a whisper as fingers plucked at the fastening of her dress. "Oh God, your cock feels so big and lovely. Get me out of this thing, please hurry!"

Amazed at his neighbor's reaction but only too glad to oblige, Don jerked the shoulders of the dress down to bare the biggest pair of tits he'd yet seen. Soft and creamy and spike-tipped, they joggled with an enticement that momentarily held him spellbound, hardly noticing as she briefly released his rigid prick and pushed the dress over her hips and to the floor.

"Jesus!" he muttered, unable to hold back the appreciation in his voice. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, just hoping—oh, shit . . . ummm . . ."

His head ducked, lips latching onto one pink nipple.

"Ann!" Gloria arched, tearing at his shorts. Within moments the object of her hunger sprang free, bobbing up hard and veined and reddened. Her hand closed on it once more, and she was pulling them both to the kitchen floor without the slightest hint of inhibition as her tone turned pleading. "Oh my God; your cock's so beautiful, I've got to have it! Get it in me darling, now! Please!"

Harshly pumping on his prick and pulling it to the entrance of her wet aching cunt, she soared up with frantic need.

Realizing that this was no time for preliminaries, Don did just as he was told. He lurched forward, sinking his cock to its hilt into her inviting snatch.

"Unnhh—" Gloria let out a delighted cry, hunching up for every inch of his spearing dick. It was even huger than Harve's, filling her totally and still until she almost screamed at the sheer tearing pleasure of having her pussy bloated with stiff pulsing pecker.

"That's it!" she wailed, wrapping her legs about his waist as he began to move his cock in and out, picking up speed. "Fuck me hard, oh lover give it to me real hard, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before—yes, yes, do it Don, drive it in me faster, hurry, baby, hurry!"

"Oh shit!" He couldn't help blurting his amazement as Gloria went wild under him, legs locked above his hips and fingers clawing into his back. All the time they'd lived beside each other, he'd seen nothing but the demure, distant Mrs. Wells who'd hardly given him the time of day—hardly the same woman who now begged for his cock and clung to him as if she'd spent all that time building up for just this moment. And right now, he had no intention of disappointing her.

Slamming down with all his strength, Don drilled his meat to her with a ferocity that made her shriek.

"Yesss! Keep doing it, harder now, make me come ... oh yes, that's it, I'm coming baby, faster, faster—aaaaahhhhh!"

Her body wrenched up in flooding spasms of climax as Don pumped his prick into her harder than ever. His balls slapped viciously against her rippling ass, and within moments they were thrashing in mutual orgasm.

"Guunnhh!" Gloria surged up as the full weight of his body came crashing down, every ounce of it concentrated in the massive cock burying itself into her. He groaned loudly, and jism spurted in long searing fountains, filling her twitching pussy with cream. ?

"AAANNNHHH!"

Driven wild by the sudden explosion of cockjuice spouting into her, she writhed in total bliss. Her cunt clamped down on Don's prick as if it had been made just to hold his spectacular shaft, sucking up each fresh blast of jizz until they were both gasping and exhausted, their unison complete.

At last, drained and slumping on his neighbor's gorgeous body, he let out a long sigh and chuckled. "Christ, that was good! I wouldn't have believed—and after living right next door to you all this time! What a waste!"

Gloria giggled huskily, more pleased at his surprised reaction than she had ever been by Harve's leering appreciation. "Well, we'll just have to start making up for that, won't we? And I'll warn you right now that I need all that kind of practice I can get!"

They laughed together at their new-found relationship, their laughter turning into sounds of fresh delight as Don's prick began to grow once more inside her.

Neither of them noticed the figure that had peeked in from the living room, and who now slipped quietly away with a happy expression on her face.

t t t

Randy was just stepping out of the shower when he heard the front door downstairs open and shut, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Toweling himself dry, he called out.

"Hey Dad, did you get—shit!"

He froze at the sight of Tish standing there, smiling as she observed his nude body and young flopping prick.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" he blurted, eyes going wide with surprise. Then he remembered his father, and the surprise turned to fear. "Oh shit, if Dad comes up and catches you standing there—"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that." Tish strode lightly into the bathroom, a familiar look of determination on her face as she began to unbutton her blouse. "He's over at my house having ... a little discussion with Mom. They'll be over there for hours, I promise. Which means we've got lots of time."

Stunned, Randy watched as the blouse slipped off. It was quickly followed by her skirt, and by the time she reached him she was entirely nude.

A slow grin spread over his face as he took in the luscious body he'd come to know so well in the past days. "Well, I guess I don't have to ask what you want. I've already got a pretty good idea."

"So I see," she retorted teasingly as his cock began to rise up in the air, still slick with beaded water from his shower. Growing hard and thick and long, it strained with life as she went on in a cooing tone.

"And speaking of good ideas, I happen to have a few myself. Like this."

Abruptly kneeling down, she clutched at Randy's cock and hastily covered his inflamed prickhead with her mouth.

"Oh yeah," he muttered as she lovingly tongued and sucked his juice-bloated pecker into strumming stiffness. "Fuck, you sure know how to suck a guy off! That feels great, Tish. Keep doing it, yeah . . ."

Her parted lips tugged into a smile at his erection, and she began to move her head back and forth on his pulsing shaft to make it even harder. She wanted his cock just right for screwing, and that didn't take long at all to accomplish. Within moments he was groaning, his prick quivering on her tongue in little threatening surges as she tasted the first tang of cum leaking from his pisshole.

It was at that moment that she pulled back, making Randy gasp with disappointment.

"Hey!" he grunted, reaching for her head.

But Tish dodged back laughing and grabbed his slick cock in one hand. "Oh no you don't! You're not getting off that easy! We're going to do it right, in bed. Just you follow, and I'll show you what I mean."

At that point Randy didn't have much choice but to follow as she guided him by his rigid prick to his bedroom.

The instant they arrived, she released his aching pecker and flung herself on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Now it's your turn. Eat me a little first, just the way I did you. I want to be nice and hot for that big dick of yours."

Randy did as he was told, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed and lowering his head between her open thighs.

Tish's pink slitted pussy seemed to undulate up at him, its soft puckered lips winking and dribbling juice! His tongue shot out, and she purred as her cunt was lapped by the greedy stabbing roughness of her neighbor's probe.

"Ummm, that's it, lick my pussy all over and play with my clit . . . ahh, oh Randy that's right, now stick your tongue up inside me, yessss ..."

Following instructions to the letter, he pushed his worming tongue into her like a prick and began to ream her cunt out in short jabbing motions that quickly had her writhing on the bed, crying out.

"Ooh, it feels just like you're fucking me! Do it more, make me come like that . . . ohhh yesss, I'm creaming so hard Randy, I'm going to—aaahhh!"

She surged up, pushing her cunt to his face and wailing in pure joy as the first climax rippled through her.

This was what Tish had been waiting for. Suddenly her cries rose, and she was pulling Randy up to her.

"Fuck me now!" she demanded in a voice that trembled with need. "Get your cock into me this moment! Now, Randy!"

Grinning slickly, Randy did just that. He scrambled up over her shuddering body as hands eagerly shot out, grasping his prick and guiding it home with absolute certainly.

Tish sobbed happily as his cock slid effortlessly into her, stretching her cuntlips wide around its thick base and gliding back and forth. Within moments both teenagers were thrashing with joyful abandon, slamming together as mutual orgasm built and erupted with unrestrained culmination.

"Uuuuhhhhmmmm!" Tish shrieked in complete rapture as Randy pounded down with a hoarse grunting cry, his cock exploding. Hot floods of cream spurted into her, mingling with her own gushing cunt fluids as they came simultaneously.

"Gunhh!" Randy couldn't stop the groan of sheer pleasure that tore from his throat as she arched wildly up, soaking up every precious drop of his jizz.

Finally, when the last twinge of climax had been wrenched from them, they collapsed in a gasping heap on his bed.

"Ohhh, yeah ..." Tish panted, still twitching. Then she giggled at a new thought. "You know, if your Dad and my Mom get together, we could be brother and sister one of these days. Then I guess we'll have to stop doing this, won't we?"

For an instant Randy stared at her, surprised at the thought. Then he smiled broadly. "Oh, sure. Just as soon as you stop being horny! Man, what a family we'd make!"

Delighted at the prospect of having Tish for a sister and Mrs. Wells for a Mom, he had to laugh.

Tish joined him, her future looking brighter than ever.