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Cutting Grass {neonurotic}
[(MF) (M/F-solo) (cons) (oral) (pett) (exhib/voy)]
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is best viewed through
my website: www1./~neonurotic ]
This story may NOT be published on sites other
than without the author's explicit permission
------------------------------------------------
Sweet spring brings exhibitionistic activites.
Cutting Grass
by neonurotic �
A sweet grassy fragrance wafted through Arlene's
house. Wetness spread between her thighs as the
scent turned her on every time she smelled it.
Saturday, Brett, her next-door neighbor, always
cut the lawn today without fail. Arlene stood by
the open door, but partially hid in the vertical
blinds because she was scantily clad in just
panties and a short silk robe. She watched him
mow perfect straight lines into the large backyard
as she idly rolled a nipple between forefinger and
thumb.
The weekends usually had Arlene holed up in her
house all day. She seldom went outside except
on sunny weekdays. Arlene liked to tan to get a
bit of color in her pale complexion when everyone
in the neighborhood was gone for work. She hid
particularly from Brett because he could easily
look out his side of the duplex and see her out on
her deck. She couldn't have that.
Arlene had a little bit of self-inflicted agoraphobia
that kept her from interacting with people or
going out in public. She had brought this disorder
on herself because she became a recluse. She
worked at home and she was a terrible
workaholic. Arlene rarely left her study and was
happy with that arrangement until spring
happened.
Spring had brought her mysterious neighbor
outside to take care of the grass that grew too
fast. Brett had only lived next door to her since
the end of December. He also rarely left his home
except to go to work, fix his 4X4 truck or do
other domestic duties. Oddly and interestingly
enough, she saw him often gazing back at her as
he did his outdoor chores.
Arlene was curious about him. She wondered
what he did with his free time because he didn't
spend it with a girlfriend. There wasn't any
reason why he shouldn't have one either. Brett
was tall and lanky with short-cropped black hair.
A clean cut good-looking man that made her
horny by just spying on him through her window.
Brett must be gay, Arlene thought, but her
thinking that didn't stop her from fantasizing
about him.
Every Saturday without fail, Arlene watched him
cut the grass. She liked to watch him sweat; the
day's humidity didn't disappoint her this weekend
either because his white t-shirt stuck to his body
in matter of minutes. His legs and arms looked
strong; the muscles at the calves bunched up
tight as he pushed the lawn mower up an incline.
Arlene loved strong legs because they held her
up in her favorite sexual position against a wall
with ease.
Brett pulled off his shirt and stuck the tail of it in
the back of his shorts. Nice legs, nice arms and
great chest; Arlene mused as she continued to
roll her nipple between her fingers. A hot wave
licked between her thighs. To put out the fire,
she slipped her other hand down the front of her
panties and felt how slick she had become. With
her middle finger she stroked oval shapes around
the nub that stood stiff and hard. Brett turned off
the mower. Arlene still masturbated in clear view
as he came closer to the house. She became
more excited at the possibility of him catching
her.
Brett found the garden hose, which was near her
deck, turned the faucet on, and sprayed the top
of his head to cool off. The water cascaded down
his body; he shook his head, and sent water
flying far enough that she felt a few cold drops on
her bare belly. Brett glanced up at her and smiled
at her impishly. Arlene sucked back her breath in
surprise, jerked her hand out of her panties, and
closed her robe tightly.
"Hey, don't stop on my account." He said then
stared up at her with his lust filled baby blues.
"It's okay. I want to watch you."
Arlene saw his hand slide down his shorts and
fondle himself. The incredible horniness she had
already felt intensified. She let her robe fall open.
Arlene stared at him as he undid his shorts; let
his prick spring out into his palm and began to
stroke it. He had an amazing looking cock, she
silently admired it as she slipped a hand back to
her clitoris. She rubbed the stiff little nub
between two fingers, and wondered what it would
feel like to have him inside of her.
The beginnings of her orgasm quickly rolled forth,
but she bit it back, wanting to see him come first.
His breathing became ragged, he jerked faster
and harder. Arlene dipped two fingers inside of
her cunny and moaned softly. Masturbating in
front of him made her wet, soaked to be exact,
she thought. Her fingers made sloshing sounds
as she drew them in and out. She caressed her
breast; squeezed her hard, pointed nipple, and
that delicious sweetness finally released. Arlene
climaxed, cried out as she jammed her fingers
inside furiously, and saw Brett's cum spurt out
the head of his cock.
Brett grabbed the edge of the deck to keep him
steady. "Take your panties off." He said
breathing hard. "I want them."
Arlene didn't hesitate. She dropped her bikini
pants, stepped out of them, and walked out onto
to the deck. She squatted down to hand them to
him. Brett reached for them with one had and the
other hand took the opportunity to touch her.
Brett's fingers found her wetness; she shuddered
as he gently stroked her sensitive nub then
stepped back. Brett sexily half grinned at her as
he shoved her lacy underwear into his pocket.
"Thanks Arlene. See you next Saturday." He said.
"No, thank you." Arlene smiled; glad to know he
liked women after all and disappeared back into
her house, shutting the door.
Brett smiled after her. He waited until the blinds
on her door stopped moving before he put the
lawn mower away. He knew that she had been
standing there the whole time; she had been
doing that for weeks. Today was the first that he
had noticed that she was playing with herself. He
couldn't resist he had to do something about it.
Brett had expected Arlene to turn tail and run.
She hadn't and it encouraged him to join her in
the exhibitionistic solo-play.
The neighborly attraction was mutual. He had
wanted to get to know her better than just
someone he caught glimpses of in windows. Brett
had occasional voyeur peeks of her out on her
deck sunning herself. She was beautiful and the
mere sight of her was akin to an aphrodisiac. He
could freely admit that he was addicted to her.
Brett had asked around and through his queries,
he found that she was an agoraphobic. He
wanted to help Arlene out, although, his help was
solely for his own selfish reasons. Simply put, he
wanted her and he had wanted her from the first
day they met.
For months, Brett had been trying to draw Arlene
out. He became frustrated with all the little
schemes he dreamed up to get her to venture
out and gave her plenty of opportunities to meet
up with him. Brett had gone so far as to place his
mail in her box, hoping that she'd return it in
person, but disappointedly, she never did.
Smirking to himself he thought, maybe after this
naughty little show and tell, they shared she'll
open up. He stuck his hand back into his pocket
and felt her panties. Brett could feel they were
wet and his cock grew hard at the thought of
what next Saturday might bring. He smiled and
went into his house, sliding the glass door behind
him.
Much later, she was still thinking of him. The way
his hand felt on her. She liked it. That night
Arlene and dreams about Brett, but now they
were more real because of their little moment.
She woke the next morning with her hands all
cramped up and smelling like her love juices. It
was going to be hard to concentrate all week
working, cooped up in her study and wanting
Saturday to come around quick.
The week did pass slowly; it crawled in fact. She
literally watched the grass, willed it to grow
faster. Arlene caught herself looking out her
window each time she heard a car drive by. She
did see Brett during the week. He'd look up in her
window and smiled at her.
Arlene was tired of being indoors. She really did
want to go over to his place. On two occasions
during the week, she actually did try, but by the
time she had her agoraphobia under control it
was past midnight. She ended up doing some
shopping at a twenty-four hour grocery store
instead and silently cursed herself up and down
the aisles.
Saturday arrived and Arlene heard the lawn
mower being turned over as she stepped out of
the shower. Again, she slipped on her short little
pale pink kimono, but skipped putting her panties
on this time all together. Arlene went down stairs
to her kitchen, opened her sliding door, and
peered from behind the blinds.
Brett was cutting lines into the grass as usual. He
smiled broadly when he saw her at the door.
Arlene suddenly felt her social disorder kick in,
anxiety jumped up in her chest and she shied
away slightly, letting the blinds nosily clatter
close.
The lawn mower stopped. "Hey." Brett called
sounding puzzled. She heard him grunt, scuffle
sounds, and a thump of him on her deck.
"Arlene? Is there something the matter?"
Arlene's heart hammered away, but not out of
fear. She was excited. "No I'm okay." She said
opening the blinds up all the way, forgetting to
hold her robe closed and revealed her nakedness
to him. This time she heard him draw in his
breath sharply. "Do you want to come in?
Thirsty--or are you wanting something else." She
teased him, no longer apprehensive, but feeling
wickedly hot for him.
"I'm wanting something else."
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that all week."
"If I'd known you were hoping that all week, then
I would've cut the grass sooner." He said staring
at her then licked his lips greedily.
Seeing Brett up this close and personal made her
feel slightly giddy as she had only come to know
him by the few words they exchanged on the day
he moved in next door and his mail that was
mistakenly placed in her mailbox that she later
returned to him late at night. Her agoraphobia
was a pain in her ass; she could've known him a
lot sooner without it.
"Yes." She smiled invitingly to let him know she
wanted more than just to watch him jerk off this
time. Arlene dropped her robe and put herself out
on naked display. "Why don't you come in and
have what you're wanting."
The t-shirt he was wearing was off in a flash; he
took her in his arms for a bare chest to breast
embrace, and kissed her. His lips were hot. She
licked the bottom one then nipped it between her
teeth and sucked hard on his lip. He had great
lips and his kisses tasted all the better. He made
her tremble with anticipation in what they were
about to do. Arlene's naughty daydreams were
now fast turning into reality. She felt herself
become wet and her wetness dripped down her
inner thigh.
Arlene felt his hands everywhere at once. His
hand tweaked a nipple then rubbed his palm
across the hardened peak and another strong
hand caressed and squeezed her ass. Brett's
fingers traveled low into the curls where he
wrapped his finger in them and tugged lightly
before she felt him dip inside. He stroked in and
out with his middle then rubbed her sensitive nub
with his thumb. The sensation made her melt
from within. He drew out and licked her musky
scent off.
"Mmm, that's my favorite flavor." He said
smiling. "I want more of that."
Brett slid down and she felt him tongue one
nipple then the next. He snuffled at breast,
kissed in between them and trailed tiny kisses
down her belly. He stuck his tongue in her naval,
pulled her closer and bit her flesh. He sent
shivers throughout her body as his tongue
explored further down below, darting between
her nether lips and found her clitoris with long
strokes. Brett jabbed at the nub rhythmically and
the pleasure built-up into an exquisite, throbbing
pressure. She grabbed his head to force him
against her harder and he strummed with more
force until her orgasm rocked her.
"Oh yes more... Give me more." She called.
Brett stabbed his tongue against her clit until her
spasms subsided. She tasted good, like he knew
she would. He had been dreaming of doing this
all week long. He stood up and kissed her as she
unzipped his pants. Pulled his pants and shorts
over his hips, he pushed them the rest of the way
down. Arlene's heated hands massaged his shaft
until he throbbed. Clear semen seeped out and
made him slick for her touch.
Oh, my god, those hands, he thought as he held
back the urge to orgasm. The effort made him
sweat. He bit his lip hard to not come, tasted
blood, but thankfully, she had mercy and paused
momentarily to bend down on her knees. She
took him in her mouth as she cupped his testes
in one palm. Arlene licked the underside of his
prick to the end in one long sweep, tongued the
tip like he had done to her clit, and stroked him
off with her other hand. A few too many passes
over his shaft had him jetting his jis in her mouth
before he could stop.
Recovering, he glanced down and saw the pout
on her lips. "I can tell you it's not likely that I'm
done yet, I've have four months stored in
reserves left for you." Brett laughed; pulled her
up into embrace, lifting her off the floor slightly.
He kissed and nipped the tops of her breasts. "Is
that so?" She said, shuddered, and moaned
softly.
"Yes." He mumbled then let her slide down to the
ground. "I've been watching you just long as
you've been watching me." Brett nuzzled her
neck with his lips lightly. "And I've been wanting
what we're doing right now to happen the whole
time." He whispered with hot breath in her ear
and bit down on the crook of her neck.
An erotic hot buzz pounded between her thighs,
her juices made her slippery with need to have
him. She bit him back on his well-muscled
shoulder, and felt him grow hard again. She
leaped up into his arms, wrapped her legs around
his waist, and pushed him through her fleshy
lips. Brett pressed her back against the wall to
steady her as he penetrated her all the way. She
was full of him. He slipped in and out easily
because he made her so very slippery wet.
More, more, more, she silently pleaded as she
rhythmically tightened and released her insides
on his thick shaft. Sweat dripped down her back
between her shoulder blades. The wet squelching
noises became louder with each pump in. She felt
him bumping against her cervix and the feeling
reverberated pleasure to her clitoris.
"Oh that's it, oh. That's the way I like it." She
moaned.
Brett increased the speed of his thrusts and sent
her into an orgasmic oblivion. She closed her
eyes tight as hot, blissful wave after wave rolled
through her. Feeling dizzy, she opened her eyes
and saw stars. He lost his balance and they
crashed through the blinds out onto the deck
with her on top and he on his back.
"Not too steady are we?"
"I didn't take my pants off all the way." He said
with a nod south indicating his feet trapped in his
shorts and jeans. She glanced down and laughed
huskily. "Too excited I guess." Brett laughed.
Arlene smiled at him, "That's fine by me. I've got
you where I want you now." She purred and
straddled him.
The not so shy minx slid easily down his prick
and rode him, rolling her hips sensuously. He saw
her heavy breasts sway with her rocking. He
licked his fingers captured each nipple between a
thumb and index to tweak them into hard points.
She increased the speed of her motion and
ground her mound down on him.
"Again?" He smiled, pleased that she was multi-
orgasmic, and was getting off on him.
"Uh-huh." She murmured.
Brett watched her pretty face as she came.
Arlene shut her eyes tightly, and her long
honeyed hair hung down, tickled his belly as she
shuddered. Without ruining her glow he rolled on
top of her, kicked his pants off all the way,
nudged her thighs open wide. He bucked his hips
forward and was back inside of her with one
thrust.
Sweat dripped off him onto her cheek and he
licked it her dry. Arlene un-furrowed her brow
and they held each other's gaze. None of his jack
off fantasies had him where he was at this
moment. She wrapped her legs around waist,
met his thrusts, and dug her nails into his ass.
That did it, he thought. "In you or on you?" He
asked too late, groaned loudly, and shot his seed
deep within her. "Sorry." Brett said and rested
heavily on her then rolled off.
"It's all right." She said with her hands between
her thighs; playing in their spent wet lusts.
"Arlene, you had me going. I couldn't stop." He
said breathlessly.
"Again it's okay." She turned to him, snuggled
close. "Just means you'll have to cut the grass
more often."
"Oh, definitely." Brett said holding her tight,
"Perish the thought the grass would grow an
extra millimeter or so."
Finis
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Comments? Questions? I'm
always open for feedback... Good, bad or ugly.
neonurotic ]
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Cutting Grass {neonurotic}
[(MF) (M/F-solo) (cons) (oral) (pett) (exhib/voy)]
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is best viewed through
my website: www1./~neonurotic ]
This story may NOT be published on sites other
than without the author's explicit permission
------------------------------------------------
Sweet spring brings exhibitionistic activites.
Cutting Grass
by neonurotic �
A sweet grassy fragrance wafted through Arlene's
house. Wetness spread between her thighs as the
scent turned her on every time she smelled it.
Saturday, Brett, her next-door neighbor, always
cut the lawn today without fail. Arlene stood by
the open door, but partially hid in the vertical
blinds because she was scantily clad in just
panties and a short silk robe. She watched him
mow perfect straight lines into the large backyard
as she idly rolled a nipple between forefinger and
thumb.
The weekends usually had Arlene holed up in her
house all day. She seldom went outside except
on sunny weekdays. Arlene liked to tan to get a
bit of color in her pale complexion when everyone
in the neighborhood was gone for work. She hid
particularly from Brett because he could easily
look out his side of the duplex and see her out on
her deck. She couldn't have that.
Arlene had a little bit of self-inflicted agoraphobia
that kept her from interacting with people or
going out in public. She had brought this disorder
on herself because she became a recluse. She
worked at home and she was a terrible
workaholic. Arlene rarely left her study and was
happy with that arrangement until spring
happened.
Spring had brought her mysterious neighbor
outside to take care of the grass that grew too
fast. Brett had only lived next door to her since
the end of December. He also rarely left his home
except to go to work, fix his 4X4 truck or do
other domestic duties. Oddly and interestingly
enough, she saw him often gazing back at her as
he did his outdoor chores.
Arlene was curious about him. She wondered
what he did with his free time because he didn't
spend it with a girlfriend. There wasn't any
reason why he shouldn't have one either. Brett
was tall and lanky with short-cropped black hair.
A clean cut good-looking man that made her
horny by just spying on him through her window.
Brett must be gay, Arlene thought, but her
thinking that didn't stop her from fantasizing
about him.
Every Saturday without fail, Arlene watched him
cut the grass. She liked to watch him sweat; the
day's humidity didn't disappoint her this weekend
either because his white t-shirt stuck to his body
in matter of minutes. His legs and arms looked
strong; the muscles at the calves bunched up
tight as he pushed the lawn mower up an incline.
Arlene loved strong legs because they held her
up in her favorite sexual position against a wall
with ease.
Brett pulled off his shirt and stuck the tail of it in
the back of his shorts. Nice legs, nice arms and
great chest; Arlene mused as she continued to
roll her nipple between her fingers. A hot wave
licked between her thighs. To put out the fire,
she slipped her other hand down the front of her
panties and felt how slick she had become. With
her middle finger she stroked oval shapes around
the nub that stood stiff and hard. Brett turned off
the mower. Arlene still masturbated in clear view
as he came closer to the house. She became
more excited at the possibility of him catching
her.
Brett found the garden hose, which was near her
deck, turned the faucet on, and sprayed the top
of his head to cool off. The water cascaded down
his body; he shook his head, and sent water
flying far enough that she felt a few cold drops on
her bare belly. Brett glanced up at her and smiled
at her impishly. Arlene sucked back her breath in
surprise, jerked her hand out of her panties, and
closed her robe tightly.
"Hey, don't stop on my account." He said then
stared up at her with his lust filled baby blues.
"It's okay. I want to watch you."
Arlene saw his hand slide down his shorts and
fondle himself. The incredible horniness she had
already felt intensified. She let her robe fall open.
Arlene stared at him as he undid his shorts; let
his prick spring out into his palm and began to
stroke it. He had an amazing looking cock, she
silently admired it as she slipped a hand back to
her clitoris. She rubbed the stiff little nub
between two fingers, and wondered what it would
feel like to have him inside of her.
The beginnings of her orgasm quickly rolled forth,
but she bit it back, wanting to see him come first.
His breathing became ragged, he jerked faster
and harder. Arlene dipped two fingers inside of
her cunny and moaned softly. Masturbating in
front of him made her wet, soaked to be exact,
she thought. Her fingers made sloshing sounds
as she drew them in and out. She caressed her
breast; squeezed her hard, pointed nipple, and
that delicious sweetness finally released. Arlene
climaxed, cried out as she jammed her fingers
inside furiously, and saw Brett's cum spurt out
the head of his cock.
Brett grabbed the edge of the deck to keep him
steady. "Take your panties off." He said
breathing hard. "I want them."
Arlene didn't hesitate. She dropped her bikini
pants, stepped out of them, and walked out onto
to the deck. She squatted down to hand them to
him. Brett reached for them with one had and the
other hand took the opportunity to touch her.
Brett's fingers found her wetness; she shuddered
as he gently stroked her sensitive nub then
stepped back. Brett sexily half grinned at her as
he shoved her lacy underwear into his pocket.
"Thanks Arlene. See you next Saturday." He said.
"No, thank you." Arlene smiled; glad to know he
liked women after all and disappeared back into
her house, shutting the door.
Brett smiled after her. He waited until the blinds
on her door stopped moving before he put the
lawn mower away. He knew that she had been
standing there the whole time; she had been
doing that for weeks. Today was the first that he
had noticed that she was playing with herself. He
couldn't resist he had to do something about it.
Brett had expected Arlene to turn tail and run.
She hadn't and it encouraged him to join her in
the exhibitionistic solo-play.
The neighborly attraction was mutual. He had
wanted to get to know her better than just
someone he caught glimpses of in windows. Brett
had occasional voyeur peeks of her out on her
deck sunning herself. She was beautiful and the
mere sight of her was akin to an aphrodisiac. He
could freely admit that he was addicted to her.
Brett had asked around and through his queries,
he found that she was an agoraphobic. He
wanted to help Arlene out, although, his help was
solely for his own selfish reasons. Simply put, he
wanted her and he had wanted her from the first
day they met.
For months, Brett had been trying to draw Arlene
out. He became frustrated with all the little
schemes he dreamed up to get her to venture
out and gave her plenty of opportunities to meet
up with him. Brett had gone so far as to place his
mail in her box, hoping that she'd return it in
person, but disappointedly, she never did.
Smirking to himself he thought, maybe after this
naughty little show and tell, they shared she'll
open up. He stuck his hand back into his pocket
and felt her panties. Brett could feel they were
wet and his cock grew hard at the thought of
what next Saturday might bring. He smiled and
went into his house, sliding the glass door behind
him.
Much later, she was still thinking of him. The way
his hand felt on her. She liked it. That night
Arlene and dreams about Brett, but now they
were more real because of their little moment.
She woke the next morning with her hands all
cramped up and smelling like her love juices. It
was going to be hard to concentrate all week
working, cooped up in her study and wanting
Saturday to come around quick.
The week did pass slowly; it crawled in fact. She
literally watched the grass, willed it to grow
faster. Arlene caught herself looking out her
window each time she heard a car drive by. She
did see Brett during the week. He'd look up in her
window and smiled at her.
Arlene was tired of being indoors. She really did
want to go over to his place. On two occasions
during the week, she actually did try, but by the
time she had her agoraphobia under control it
was past midnight. She ended up doing some
shopping at a twenty-four hour grocery store
instead and silently cursed herself up and down
the aisles.
Saturday arrived and Arlene heard the lawn
mower being turned over as she stepped out of
the shower. Again, she slipped on her short little
pale pink kimono, but skipped putting her panties
on this time all together. Arlene went down stairs
to her kitchen, opened her sliding door, and
peered from behind the blinds.
Brett was cutting lines into the grass as usual. He
smiled broadly when he saw her at the door.
Arlene suddenly felt her social disorder kick in,
anxiety jumped up in her chest and she shied
away slightly, letting the blinds nosily clatter
close.
The lawn mower stopped. "Hey." Brett called
sounding puzzled. She heard him grunt, scuffle
sounds, and a thump of him on her deck.
"Arlene? Is there something the matter?"
Arlene's heart hammered away, but not out of
fear. She was excited. "No I'm okay." She said
opening the blinds up all the way, forgetting to
hold her robe closed and revealed her nakedness
to him. This time she heard him draw in his
breath sharply. "Do you want to come in?
Thirsty--or are you wanting something else." She
teased him, no longer apprehensive, but feeling
wickedly hot for him.
"I'm wanting something else."
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that all week."
"If I'd known you were hoping that all week, then
I would've cut the grass sooner." He said staring
at her then licked his lips greedily.
Seeing Brett up this close and personal made her
feel slightly giddy as she had only come to know
him by the few words they exchanged on the day
he moved in next door and his mail that was
mistakenly placed in her mailbox that she later
returned to him late at night. Her agoraphobia
was a pain in her ass; she could've known him a
lot sooner without it.
"Yes." She smiled invitingly to let him know she
wanted more than just to watch him jerk off this
time. Arlene dropped her robe and put herself out
on naked display. "Why don't you come in and
have what you're wanting."
The t-shirt he was wearing was off in a flash; he
took her in his arms for a bare chest to breast
embrace, and kissed her. His lips were hot. She
licked the bottom one then nipped it between her
teeth and sucked hard on his lip. He had great
lips and his kisses tasted all the better. He made
her tremble with anticipation in what they were
about to do. Arlene's naughty daydreams were
now fast turning into reality. She felt herself
become wet and her wetness dripped down her
inner thigh.
Arlene felt his hands everywhere at once. His
hand tweaked a nipple then rubbed his palm
across the hardened peak and another strong
hand caressed and squeezed her ass. Brett's
fingers traveled low into the curls where he
wrapped his finger in them and tugged lightly
before she felt him dip inside. He stroked in and
out with his middle then rubbed her sensitive nub
with his thumb. The sensation made her melt
from within. He drew out and licked her musky
scent off.
"Mmm, that's my favorite flavor." He said
smiling. "I want more of that."
Brett slid down and she felt him tongue one
nipple then the next. He snuffled at breast,
kissed in between them and trailed tiny kisses
down her belly. He stuck his tongue in her naval,
pulled her closer and bit her flesh. He sent
shivers throughout her body as his tongue
explored further down below, darting between
her nether lips and found her clitoris with long
strokes. Brett jabbed at the nub rhythmically and
the pleasure built-up into an exquisite, throbbing
pressure. She grabbed his head to force him
against her harder and he strummed with more
force until her orgasm rocked her.
"Oh yes more... Give me more." She called.
Brett stabbed his tongue against her clit until her
spasms subsided. She tasted good, like he knew
she would. He had been dreaming of doing this
all week long. He stood up and kissed her as she
unzipped his pants. Pulled his pants and shorts
over his hips, he pushed them the rest of the way
down. Arlene's heated hands massaged his shaft
until he throbbed. Clear semen seeped out and
made him slick for her touch.
Oh, my god, those hands, he thought as he held
back the urge to orgasm. The effort made him
sweat. He bit his lip hard to not come, tasted
blood, but thankfully, she had mercy and paused
momentarily to bend down on her knees. She
took him in her mouth as she cupped his testes
in one palm. Arlene licked the underside of his
prick to the end in one long sweep, tongued the
tip like he had done to her clit, and stroked him
off with her other hand. A few too many passes
over his shaft had him jetting his jis in her mouth
before he could stop.
Recovering, he glanced down and saw the pout
on her lips. "I can tell you it's not likely that I'm
done yet, I've have four months stored in
reserves left for you." Brett laughed; pulled her
up into embrace, lifting her off the floor slightly.
He kissed and nipped the tops of her breasts. "Is
that so?" She said, shuddered, and moaned
softly.
"Yes." He mumbled then let her slide down to the
ground. "I've been watching you just long as
you've been watching me." Brett nuzzled her
neck with his lips lightly. "And I've been wanting
what we're doing right now to happen the whole
time." He whispered with hot breath in her ear
and bit down on the crook of her neck.
An erotic hot buzz pounded between her thighs,
her juices made her slippery with need to have
him. She bit him back on his well-muscled
shoulder, and felt him grow hard again. She
leaped up into his arms, wrapped her legs around
his waist, and pushed him through her fleshy
lips. Brett pressed her back against the wall to
steady her as he penetrated her all the way. She
was full of him. He slipped in and out easily
because he made her so very slippery wet.
More, more, more, she silently pleaded as she
rhythmically tightened and released her insides
on his thick shaft. Sweat dripped down her back
between her shoulder blades. The wet squelching
noises became louder with each pump in. She felt
him bumping against her cervix and the feeling
reverberated pleasure to her clitoris.
"Oh that's it, oh. That's the way I like it." She
moaned.
Brett increased the speed of his thrusts and sent
her into an orgasmic oblivion. She closed her
eyes tight as hot, blissful wave after wave rolled
through her. Feeling dizzy, she opened her eyes
and saw stars. He lost his balance and they
crashed through the blinds out onto the deck
with her on top and he on his back.
"Not too steady are we?"
"I didn't take my pants off all the way." He said
with a nod south indicating his feet trapped in his
shorts and jeans. She glanced down and laughed
huskily. "Too excited I guess." Brett laughed.
Arlene smiled at him, "That's fine by me. I've got
you where I want you now." She purred and
straddled him.
The not so shy minx slid easily down his prick
and rode him, rolling her hips sensuously. He saw
her heavy breasts sway with her rocking. He
licked his fingers captured each nipple between a
thumb and index to tweak them into hard points.
She increased the speed of her motion and
ground her mound down on him.
"Again?" He smiled, pleased that she was multi-
orgasmic, and was getting off on him.
"Uh-huh." She murmured.
Brett watched her pretty face as she came.
Arlene shut her eyes tightly, and her long
honeyed hair hung down, tickled his belly as she
shuddered. Without ruining her glow he rolled on
top of her, kicked his pants off all the way,
nudged her thighs open wide. He bucked his hips
forward and was back inside of her with one
thrust.
Sweat dripped off him onto her cheek and he
licked it her dry. Arlene un-furrowed her brow
and they held each other's gaze. None of his jack
off fantasies had him where he was at this
moment. She wrapped her legs around waist,
met his thrusts, and dug her nails into his ass.
That did it, he thought. "In you or on you?" He
asked too late, groaned loudly, and shot his seed
deep within her. "Sorry." Brett said and rested
heavily on her then rolled off.
"It's all right." She said with her hands between
her thighs; playing in their spent wet lusts.
"Arlene, you had me going. I couldn't stop." He
said breathlessly.
"Again it's okay." She turned to him, snuggled
close. "Just means you'll have to cut the grass
more often."
"Oh, definitely." Brett said holding her tight,
"Perish the thought the grass would grow an
extra millimeter or so."
Finis
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Cousin Catey - Chapter Three
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen or /~shadowcleric)
Catey snoozed softly on my chest, both of us exhausted from our first
lovemaking session together. Absent-mindedly, I played with her long blonde
curls and listened to her soft breathing. I was about to join her in my dreams
when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Brian Rourke?"
"Speaking."
"This is Lt. Col James West. I'm sure you've heard the news from the Balkans
already?"
"Actually, I haven't." I was beginning to worry now.
West sighed audibly, "There's been an...incident."
"What do you mean?" I took the cordless and left the room, leaving Catey to
sleep.
"Well, a mortar shell, several actually, have been detonated in and around the
US outpost and there were several casualties."
I could feel the bottom of my stomach fall out.
"Lt. Terri Mitchell was killed trying to pull wounded civilians from the area.
She saved three people before she..." he trailed off, obviously upset as well.
"Um, I...I just don't know what to say."
"I realize this is a tough time, I just wanted to call you personally. Can I
contact you again to work out the details?"
By details, I knew he meant body transport.
"Um yes." I managed.
He gave me his number and passed on his best wishes for Catey and I. After I
hung up, I got dressed and woke Catey. She smiled and stretched out on the
bed, then pulled me down to her for deep, wet kiss. I couldn't return it, not just then.
"What's wrong?"
"Catey, I just got a call from the Army."
She just stared, confused.
"It's about your Mom, she's...oh shit, I'm so sorry Catey."
Realization broke over her gentle face. Tears formed, she fought them, then
they poured forth in a stream.
"NO!" She screamed. She screamed at me, at God, at the universe. In a moment
her world had been smashed into shards of a surreal nightmare.
I tried to hold her, but she just sat there, sobbing loudly and rocking
herself. We stayed there for hours, just crying and trying to make sense of
everything.
The next few days were a lot for both of us. I had a great deal of stuff to
take care of for Catey. Papers, forms, lawyers, you name it. The military,
thankfully, handled quite a bit for me. Jim West was a huge help in everything.
The day of the funeral was hectic. Catey was like a rag doll that day, so I had
to dress her myself, then we had to pile into the town car and drive out to the
cemetery. Complicating the day was a visit from the President. As soon as the
papers had gotten wind that one of the victims was a single mother, the shit
had hit the political fan. I felt so bad for Catey, here she was, thirteen and
getting to meet the President, only too distraught to give a damn.
That night I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort everything
out. I had legally adopted Catey, not a big deal really since I already had
guardianship and Terri's will expressly asked for me to take care of her in
case something like this happened. My musing were interrupted by a soft knock
at my door.
Catey was standing there in her PJs, face red and streaked.
"Um, can I come in?"
"Sure sweety."
Catey hadn't stepped into my room since the day we made love two weeks ago. She
slid into bed and laid her head on my chest. I could feel her sigh against me.
"I can't help feeling like I'm being punished. Every time something good rolls
around, something else ruins it."
"You know that isn't true. We have each other to get through this, isn't that
all that matters?" I whispered.
Another sigh. I stroked her hair again, soft curls against my fingers.
"I love you." she breathed.
"I love you too."
She looked up and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned her kiss with
appreciation and affection. She slid complete atop me as we continued making
out. She sat up and began undoing her top. Sliding the shirt off, I went to
work on one small tit and then the next. She moaned with delight as I nibbled
each erect nipple in turn. My engorged member rubbed into her cunt through the
thin flannel of her pajama bottoms. Finally Catey had had enough and slid off
of me, pulling her pants down, leaving her naked except for a pair of white
ankle socks. I too dropped the boxers I was wearing, leaving me completely
nude.
Catey straddle me again, rubbing her cunt over my cock. Her inexperience was
a bit of a blessing as she tried in vain for several minutes to press my dick
into her tight cunny. The rubbing and friction only made me cock harder and
harder. Finally, she pressed down and forced my rod down her tight teenage
pussy. Catey groaned loudly. Her head dropped back, eyes closed as she rode me.
Her hands found their way up and down my chest as her hips rose and fell. I
massaged her tight ass, delighting in its silky feel within my grasp. A soft
moan issued from her lips as she picked up the pace. Soon her hips were
grinding down into mine. Catey was now gasping for air as her climax came
closer and closer.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, of fuck yes! Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Oooooh yeeeeeesssss!"
I could feel the thirteen-year-old's cunt quiver and tighten as her orgasm
rippled through her body. She breathed heavily as she rested on my chest.
"I haven't felt anything for two weeks. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." I whispered, keeping her impaled on my cock, I rolled her
around, sat up and began fucking her from behind.
My hips slapped into her's as we found our rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last much
longer, so I picked up the pace fucking her wildly, two weeks of abstinence
taking their toll on her young twat.
"Oh Brian, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed as her cunt gripped
mine in delicious ecstasy. Soon I was erupting my cum into her hole,
splashing deeply into her womb it filled her to overflowing.
Now I was gasping for air, laying there on top of her, nibbling her ear.
"It will all right now Catey. I promise."
Catey just smiled contentedly, stroking her now cum-filled belly, "I know love. I know."
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Cousin Catey - Chapter Three
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen or /~shadowcleric)
Catey snoozed softly on my chest, both of us exhausted from our first
lovemaking session together. Absent-mindedly, I played with her long blonde
curls and listened to her soft breathing. I was about to join her in my dreams
when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Brian Rourke?"
"Speaking."
"This is Lt. Col James West. I'm sure you've heard the news from the Balkans
already?"
"Actually, I haven't." I was beginning to worry now.
West sighed audibly, "There's been an...incident."
"What do you mean?" I took the cordless and left the room, leaving Catey to
sleep.
"Well, a mortar shell, several actually, have been detonated in and around the
US outpost and there were several casualties."
I could feel the bottom of my stomach fall out.
"Lt. Terri Mitchell was killed trying to pull wounded civilians from the area.
She saved three people before she..." he trailed off, obviously upset as well.
"Um, I...I just don't know what to say."
"I realize this is a tough time, I just wanted to call you personally. Can I
contact you again to work out the details?"
By details, I knew he meant body transport.
"Um yes." I managed.
He gave me his number and passed on his best wishes for Catey and I. After I
hung up, I got dressed and woke Catey. She smiled and stretched out on the
bed, then pulled me down to her for deep, wet kiss. I couldn't return it, not just then.
"What's wrong?"
"Catey, I just got a call from the Army."
She just stared, confused.
"It's about your Mom, she's...oh shit, I'm so sorry Catey."
Realization broke over her gentle face. Tears formed, she fought them, then
they poured forth in a stream.
"NO!" She screamed. She screamed at me, at God, at the universe. In a moment
her world had been smashed into shards of a surreal nightmare.
I tried to hold her, but she just sat there, sobbing loudly and rocking
herself. We stayed there for hours, just crying and trying to make sense of
everything.
The next few days were a lot for both of us. I had a great deal of stuff to
take care of for Catey. Papers, forms, lawyers, you name it. The military,
thankfully, handled quite a bit for me. Jim West was a huge help in everything.
The day of the funeral was hectic. Catey was like a rag doll that day, so I had
to dress her myself, then we had to pile into the town car and drive out to the
cemetery. Complicating the day was a visit from the President. As soon as the
papers had gotten wind that one of the victims was a single mother, the shit
had hit the political fan. I felt so bad for Catey, here she was, thirteen and
getting to meet the President, only too distraught to give a damn.
That night I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort everything
out. I had legally adopted Catey, not a big deal really since I already had
guardianship and Terri's will expressly asked for me to take care of her in
case something like this happened. My musing were interrupted by a soft knock
at my door.
Catey was standing there in her PJs, face red and streaked.
"Um, can I come in?"
"Sure sweety."
Catey hadn't stepped into my room since the day we made love two weeks ago. She
slid into bed and laid her head on my chest. I could feel her sigh against me.
"I can't help feeling like I'm being punished. Every time something good rolls
around, something else ruins it."
"You know that isn't true. We have each other to get through this, isn't that
all that matters?" I whispered.
Another sigh. I stroked her hair again, soft curls against my fingers.
"I love you." she breathed.
"I love you too."
She looked up and kissed me softly on the lips. I returned her kiss with
appreciation and affection. She slid complete atop me as we continued making
out. She sat up and began undoing her top. Sliding the shirt off, I went to
work on one small tit and then the next. She moaned with delight as I nibbled
each erect nipple in turn. My engorged member rubbed into her cunt through the
thin flannel of her pajama bottoms. Finally Catey had had enough and slid off
of me, pulling her pants down, leaving her naked except for a pair of white
ankle socks. I too dropped the boxers I was wearing, leaving me completely
nude.
Catey straddle me again, rubbing her cunt over my cock. Her inexperience was
a bit of a blessing as she tried in vain for several minutes to press my dick
into her tight cunny. The rubbing and friction only made me cock harder and
harder. Finally, she pressed down and forced my rod down her tight teenage
pussy. Catey groaned loudly. Her head dropped back, eyes closed as she rode me.
Her hands found their way up and down my chest as her hips rose and fell. I
massaged her tight ass, delighting in its silky feel within my grasp. A soft
moan issued from her lips as she picked up the pace. Soon her hips were
grinding down into mine. Catey was now gasping for air as her climax came
closer and closer.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, of fuck yes! Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Oooooh yeeeeeesssss!"
I could feel the thirteen-year-old's cunt quiver and tighten as her orgasm
rippled through her body. She breathed heavily as she rested on my chest.
"I haven't felt anything for two weeks. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." I whispered, keeping her impaled on my cock, I rolled her
around, sat up and began fucking her from behind.
My hips slapped into her's as we found our rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last much
longer, so I picked up the pace fucking her wildly, two weeks of abstinence
taking their toll on her young twat.
"Oh Brian, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck yes!" she screamed as her cunt gripped
mine in delicious ecstasy. Soon I was erupting my cum into her hole,
splashing deeply into her womb it filled her to overflowing.
Now I was gasping for air, laying there on top of her, nibbling her ear.
"It will all right now Catey. I promise."
Catey just smiled contentedly, stroking her now cum-filled belly, "I know love. I know."
[Continued in cc04.txt]
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