Chapter 3
With an hour before her parents would be home, Melissa thought she probably had time to do it one more time. Feeling nasty and naughty, and more sexually alive than ever, she tiptoed through the house, naked. Her mind devised wicked thoughts about how she'd like to have an afternoon alone at home, with David.
She stopped in the kitchen and tried to imagine what it would be like to stretch out on the narrow counter and have David finger her delicate snatch.
Moving into the dining room, she eyed the large table that dominated the room. David could sit on the table, his legs spread, his huge cock rising forever as she sat in a chair between his thighs. Then she could give him a hand job or, since they were in the dining room, maybe eat his cock. Even in her fantasies she didn't think her pussy could handle the awesome size of his prick.
But she quickly walked into the living room, realizing that if her parents caught her, she'd never be able to explain. And that element of risk added to her excitement.
She stood in front of the large picture window, the sheer drapes hiding her from the outside world. She could see out, but felt confident that no one could see in.
Then thoughts entered her mind that she didn't understand. She wondered what it would be like to casually open the front door and stroll outside, across the porch, into the yard, through the neighborhood without a stitch of clothing covering her body. She had never before thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but the thought was terribly stimulating. So stimulating, in fact, that she had to do something about it.
She locked the front door just in case her parents came home early, then lay down on the sofa. She propped her head up on the arm of the couch so she could watch out the picture window, lifted one leg onto the back of the sofa and let her other leg stretch over to the coffee table. She was spread wide, her pussy hot, horny and in desperate need of servicing.
She saw Tim across the street, working on his junk of a car. She noted the fine definition of his shirtless body and wondered if his cock was as big as David's. But she quickly dispelled such thoughts. She and Tim had grown up together, and nothing sexual had ever happened between them, nor would it. They were friends, close friends, and they were too much like brother and sister to even consider sex.
Mel closed her eyes and turned her attention to her cunt. She felt the fullness and the heat of her pussy, caused by her wicked thoughts, and excitedly plunged her finger through her tight opening.
Lost in the rising tide of sensual sensations caused by her stroking finger, Mel was unaware that Tim had crossed the street. He headed for the Taylor's garage to borrow some tools, but found it locked. He was sure he had seen Mel come home, so went into the kitchen to ask her for the key. He never knocked, the Taylor house as much his home as his own.
He thought he heard a noise in the living room and headed that way. He was shocked at what he saw when he moved out of the dining room. Mel had her left leg bent back so that her knee nearly touched her shoulder, her right leg spread across the coffee table. Her pussy was as exposed as it could possibly be, except for her hand covering her mound. Her finger actively pumped in and out of her twat, her eyes closed, unaware that she was being watched.
And Tim watched intently. He had lusted after his sexy neighbor ever since he knew what lust was. Now there she was, naked, playing with herself. He didn't know what to do. He stood still, silent, barely breathing, watching her hand, gazing at her tits, feeling his cock stiffen in his cut-offs. The proper thing to do was leave quietly and pretend he had never seen her. But he couldn't move.
His dick throbbed madly in his crotch and lust took over. He slipped out of his cut offs and shorts, his firm erection drooling all over itself. He was afraid to touch his cock, afraid the contact would cause instant climax. He stealthily moved to the end of the sofa to get a closer look at Mel's attractive body.
When her hand slipped out of her crotch and trailed up to massage her tit, Tim had to grab his powerful erection and slowly stroke his length to quiet the storm inside him. His eyes filled with the beauty of her cunt, and his hand squeezed hard around his girth. His heart pounded in his chest, and cum was quickly rushing into his shaft.
Tim's movements made dim shadows through her closed lids, and Mel opened her eyes. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god!" she exclaimed. One hand instantly covered her cunt while her other arm crossed over her tits. "Tim! What are you doing here?"
Tim moved next to the sofa and dropped down on his knees. "Don't be afraid. It's just me. Look. I'm as naked as you are," he said, sitting back and opening his arms to show off his stiff erection.
Mel appeared speechless, so Tim continued.
"I wasn't spying on you," he explained in his defense. "I came over to borrow some tools, but the garage is locked. I came looking for you, and.. .WOW.. .I sure found you! I just got so horny seeing you fucking yourself that I had to watch."
Mel was staring at the boner bouncing between his thighs. For the second time in her life, she was staring at a naked man. She couldn't help but notice that his cock was smaller than David's, more like the men she had seen in the magazines. But nothing he had said explained why he was naked in the first place.
"Tim! You took off your clothes! What did you think you were going to do?" she asked, oddly calm considering that she was stark naked in front of her neighbor.
"Well.. .I.. .I.. . , " he stammered. "I got a hard-on and I thought if I was naked too, maybe it would be okay. I mean. If we were naked together, well, maybe, you wouldn't go running off. God, you're beautiful, Melvin."
"Jeez, Tim, don't call me Melvin. I'm not a boy!"
"I can see that. Man, can I see that!"
Tim's hand returned to his cock, and Mel felt a strange heat surge through her body. Now that he was there, naked, his hand slowly stroking a very handsome cock, what was she going to do with him? Her eyes studied his face and body. He had matured into a very attractive man, something she hadn't realized before that moment.
"I never knew you were so bold," she said for lack of anything better.
"I told you. I couldn't help myself."
"I could have had a heart attack! You can't imagine the shock I got when I opened my eyes and saw a naked man standing over me. Thank goodness I recognized you!" Mel tried to sound stern, but she was smiling inside. She very much liked what she saw and began to wonder what it would be like to have Tim's pretty cock fucking her pussy. "So, now what?"
"Oh, gosh, Mel. I'm so turned on. Let me look at you. Let me see all of you. You're the prettiest naked girl I've ever seen!"
"And have you seen a lot?"
"Some. But none like you!"
Melissa loved his compliments and moved her arm off her breasts. Her nipples were firm, and Tim's eyes caressed her tits as his hand once more began to stroke his cock. Feeling as bold as he, she took her hand off her pussy. With her legs still spread wide apart, Tim had a very good view of her open snatch. Putting herself on display was a heady turn-on, her insides bubbling and boiling as she watched Tim's reaction.
He was breathing hard, his fist was tightly clamped around his dribbling erection, and he was beginning to sweat. His eyes seemed desperate to penetrate her cunt, to see beyond the full lips only slightly parted in her crotch.
Tim didn't say a word as his hand began pumping faster and his tongue came out to moisten his lips. His eyes were glazed and wide. He glanced up quickly to make eye contact, as if seeking assurance that it was okay to proceed, then looked back down into her naked crotch. His head slowly lowered, then he suddenly dropped his face against her heated mound.
Mel didn't attempt to stop him. She wriggled her butt a bit to make sure he had complete access to her tender tissues, and placed both hands on her excited tits. She knew about oral sex, although not firsthand, so when Tim lunged for her cunt, she was ready for the experience.
The sudden warmth of his intrusive tongue was a wonderful surprise. Mel felt low voltage shocks as they sped through her groin, the muscles of her cunt contracting around his pleasurable probes. The feelings in her pussy were amazingly different. And better.
While both her finger and her dildo were rather rigid, Tim's tongue was soft and seemed to conform to the shape of her interior. He slowly stroked in and out of her tight, gripping circle, and she could feel her orgasm growing rapidly deep inside her.
"Oh, Tim! Oh, that feels good," Mel gushed, her body relaxing around his gentle strokes. She no longer thought of Tim as her brother. The man between her legs was a man, a lover, a guy with a tongue that was creating new and wonderful sensations throughout her being.
Eager and turned on more than ever before, Tim let go of his cock and placed both hands on each side of Mel's warm and humid snatch. He gently tugged on her flesh, opening her cunt wider, slipping his tongue out of her juicy box. He licked up and down her pink valley, alternating between pressing laps with his flattened tongue and tickling brushes with just its tip.
The stimulation assaulting her body wouldn't allow her to lay still. She squirmed around his sensuous tonguing, groaning and pleading for him to reach inside her again. His breath, hot and moist, against the sensitive flesh of her parted pussy added to her excitement.
After every third or fourth lick along her delicate slit, he'd blow against her hot box, sending thrilling shivers up to her chest. Then his broad, wet tongue would return to lick again.
Mel couldn't stand the absence of his tongue inside her snatch. She wanted him to fuck her, thrust his tongue in and out of her craving cunt so she could reach her orgasm. And, yet, she loved the action on the outside of her pussy as well. Her clit was hard and thumping, and her asshole was clamped so firmly closed that it almost ached.
"Oh, Tim! Please! Please drive your tongue into my pussy! I want to cum. I need to cum. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me, now!"
Tim responded exactly the way she wanted. He took a firmer hold on her crotch, hooking his thumbs inside her cunt's full lips and spreading her open as wide as possible. Mel's entrance gaped and she couldn't have closed it if she tried.
With her hole open, her legs up and wide, her cunt stretched, Tim pushed the full length of his tongue through her yielding circle and swirled it inside her pussy. He made it as active as he could without withdrawing one bit of its length. Twisting and turning, his tongue touched her insides from top to bottom, from side to side.
Mel couldn't believe the powerful and awesome spasms that suddenly gripped her cunt. Her entire body trembled and shook, her hands squeezing down hard on her inflamed breasts. And when Tim returned to thrusting in and out of her twat, her orgasm began!
Wave after wave of lust and sex and joy raced through her body. Hot fluids escaped her innermost depths to drench her cunt. And it seemed to her that her climax would never end; it was that devastating; it was that wonderful.
Tim remained active in her cunt throughout her orgasm. And his maneuvers provided an even greater ecstasy. Once her climax began, his tongue retreated to her exterior to lap up her flowing fluids. He licked for a moment, then circled his lips around her hole to suck on her spewing twat. Then he licked some more, making sure he captured all of her sweet honey.
"Slowly," Mel said, as her orgasm ebbed. "Do it slowly."
Tim's mouth and tongue made love to her pussy. He gently kissed her sensitive gash, only occasionally licking the soft tissues of her cunt.
She squirmed and writhed beneath the tender adoration of her twat. Her skin was filled with electricity as it always was after cumming, but it seemed even more so now. She never allowed her hands to play in her cunt too long after orgasm, because she simply couldn't stand the amount of tingling ecstasy that flowed away from her sensitive snatch. And she couldn't stand it now.
Reluctantly, her hands moved down to force his head out of her crotch. As much as she loved his tongue, it was more than she could bear.
"Wow!" Mel said when Tim's head was fully removed from her crotch. "I didn't know it could be like that!"
He raised up on his knees and scooted closer to her face, his hard cock waving back and forth in his crotch. He reached for her hand. "Now do it to me," he begged.
Mel sat up, intrigued by his erection, anxious to get a feel of a man's cock, particularly a cock at the moment of climax. But she was uncertain as to exactly how to go about it. Tim instructed her.
"Watch," he said, fondling and stroking his cock. His hand coursed over his shaft from base to knob and back again, picking up speed, applying more pressure. But he couldn't show her for long or risk cumming without her help. He forced his hand off his dick and said, "Now it's your turn. Just wrap your fingers around my cock and pump it up and down. I'll let you know how you're doing."
She reached out for his hard, throbbing prick with both hands. She wanted to feel his firmness before she jacked him off. She slid her hands down his hot, pulsing shaft, down to its base, his hair soft against her fingers. Then up to his leaking cockhead, feeling the power in his erection, awed by the rigidity in his manly muscle.
Mel tried to remember all the things David had done to his cock. It seemed he paid particular attention to his knob and his nuts. She let one finger drift over the head of Tim's dick, spreading the clear liquids seeping out of the tiny hole centered in his smooth and heated knob.
"Mmmmmm," Tim groaned. "Man, that feels good. You've done this before!"
She didn't tell him that she hadn't, that his cock was the first to grace her hand. While she continued to play across the surface of his cockhead, she sent her other hand down to his balls. She cupped them, then fondled them, rolling them around and gently squeezing them as she had seen David do.
Tim responded with deep moans, and Mel started her hand traveling up and down his length. Her fingers barely grazed his taut skin. She didn't know how delicate his dick might be, how much pressure his cock could tolerate. She began slowly, and Tim groaned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"You're driving me insane!" he blurted. "Hold it tighter. It ain't gonna break! Squeeze it harder and pump it faster!"
Mel did as instructed. Her hand closed fully around his girth and squeezed, stroking his length faster than before. She loved the feel of his cock, the firmness that somehow seemed to yield within her pumping fist. She was surprised at how pliable his cock remained when it had looked so rigid. She tried to combine the hand and wrist movements she'd seen David use with the efforts he had applied to his nuts. She had no way of knowing it was far less complicated than she was trying to make it.
She squeezed and tugged on his hairy nuts as her other hand picked up the speed on his swollen shaft. She stared at his crotch, at all the hair around the base of his dick and coating the hot sac locked in her hand. She watched his pisshole open and close in rhythm to her stroking fist. She discovered the sensuous feel of a man's cock as it prepared to cum. It was so arousing, so erotic, she never wanted to let go of his dick.
But very quickly, far sooner than she expected, Tim's cock began to jerk and convulse in her hand.
"Oh, God!" Tim yelled. "I'm going to cum!"
Mel watched intently and kept up the pace and rhythm of her stroking hand. She released his balls thinking they might need to be free to reach climax, and awaited the release of his load. His cock continued to spasm within her grip, and she twisted her hand slightly as it glided over his fat length.
A deep growl accompanied the first burst of spunk that shot out of his cock. His cum erupted in one long strand of white liquid that spiraled through the air in a wide, high arc. When it landed on the cover of a magazine, there was an audible plopping sound. Immediately behind that first expulsion, there was another, and another. Pearly streams rose into air in very rapid succession.
Mel stared at his climax as it jumped out of his reddened knob, but she was more enthralled by the feel of his shaft as his cum raced through her squeezing fingers. His hot muscle rhythmically jerked in her fist, each pulse of his cock sending another jet of jizz into the room. She could literally feel his load climb up the inside of his prick and rush out of his cockhead. The whole process was truly amazing.
Tim's head was back, his spine was arched, his legs were spread wide with the muscles in his thighs flexed tight, as though he were trying to show Mel every inch of his crotch. He gripped the sofa as his dick continued to spurt, and Mel never let go of his spraying cock.
Together, they made a giant puddle of cum on the magazine. When his orgasm began to wind down and the blasts became smaller, Mel wondered if he was experiencing the same exquisite sensations she always felt at the end of her climax. She knew how sensitive her pussy got, but didn't know if a dick reacted the same way.
The hard, thick and hot cock she held in her hand felt so good that she wanted to possess it, use it, keep it near her always. But she knew she'd have to stop soon, his load expelled.
"Oh.. .Oh.. . " Tim whimpered. "You need to stop. I can't stand to be played with after I cum." He squirmed around each of Mel's strokes and finally placed his hand atop hers to halt the action. "Stop! It's too sensitive."
Tim pried her fingers off his dick, sitting back on his legs, his cock red and slowly deflating.
Melissa longingly gazed at his dick, still wondering what it would be like to have a cock stroking within her pussy. She even thought her cunt could handle his size, his prick not nearly as long as David's. Then she remembered her parents would be home soon.
"You have to go," she blurted. "Mom and Dad will be home any second."
"Sorry about the mess I made," he said, standing beside the sofa, his balls tight in his groin, his dick now hanging between his thighs.
"That's okay. It was an old magazine. Now, hurry up and get dressed. I'd really like to hear you explain to my mother why you're naked in our house, but-"
"No way!" he interrupted, rushing over to his clothes. "Can we do this again?" he asked, pulling on his underwear.
"We'll see. The key to the garage is next to the kitchen door. Grab your tools and go home, Tim."
His hand molded around his limp meat. "This is the only tool I want to grab around you, Melvin!" he said, working his cock up and down in his crotch.
Mel laughed and repeated, "Don't call me Melvin!" She knew he only called her that to tease, and she really didn't mind it at all. "Go home, Tim."
She got off the sofa, grabbed the magazine, and headed for the kitchen. "Here," she said, handing Tim the magazine, "put this in the trash outside. We don't want to leave any evidence."
He took the magazine, grabbed the key to the garage, and left. "Call me," he said over his shoulder. "Soon."
"I will," she said, closing the door.
She rushed upstairs to the bathroom. She was both exhilarated and confused. She had always thought of Tim as a brother, and now she didn't know what to think.