My New Neighbors
In the Spring of 1959 we got new neighbors, the Johnsons. They were nice enough folks with a son, Tommy. He was my age, but very small for his age. I couldn’t help notice that he was always looking at my nipples sticking out of the light sweaters I wore then. Actually, I was getting the same look from his dad. I decided to tease the boy to death, just for fun. Since I didn’t have anyone to screw, I was using a small Coke bottle to masturbate.
I started leaving my curtains apart with a light on when I laid in my bed doing myself. In all honesty, I left the curtains open all the time so he could see me since his room was right across from mine. Did I think anyone else would see me from his house, maybe standing in a dark room? Nope.
One day his mother came over and asked if I could baby sit that night. I said, “Tommy!?” She said no, that her 19 year old daughter had her baby at their house, but the daughter had to work, and she and Mr. Johnson were going over to a friend’s house for dinner and to play cards. Tommy didn’t want to take care of the baby, so that would be all I had to do. So I said I would do it.
I went over, said goodbye to the Johnsons, the baby was asleep for the night, so it was just me and Tommy. I had on my usual tight thin sweater and short, loose skirt, so I sat with my skirt very high on my legs so that Tommy could see a little of my pussy. He said, “I watch you sometimes.” I said, “What?” He said, “I watch you with the Coke bottle on your bed. I like it when you go all stiff and stuff. I touch myself when you do that, or when you come out of your bathroom naked." I said, “Really, do you want to watch me touch myself now?” His eyes got big and he just nodded. So I pulled my skirt up to my waist, lay back, licked my fingers, and started to rub my pussy.
I took my time making sure he was getting a good show before I slowly put my finger inside of me. That really got him going. I told him to take off his pants. He did, and the cutest hard on came out. I’d say it was six inches, and hard as a rock, but somewhat thin. I said, “Gee Tommy, I bet all your girlfriends love that” and he said he never showed it to anyone when it was like this before. So I told him it was a real nice one and asked him if he would like to touch me. He gave a big nod and I told him to come over. I placed his hand on my pussy and I moved it the way I like to be touched. After awhile, I let go of his hand and he did it by himself, sometimes slipping a finger into me.
I took his finger out of me and put it in my mouth and licked off my juices. He gave a concerned look so I said, “It tastes good, Tommy, want to try?” again he nodded, so I took my fingers, put them in my hole, and gently put them in his mouth. He licked them clean. I said, “You know, Tommy, people like to actually put their mouth and tongue here (placing a finger inside of me) giving a woman great pleasure. He said, “I know, I read about it.” I asked, “Would you like to give me great pleasure, Tommy?” He just whispered, “Yessss.” So I had him kneel in front of me as I sat back on the couch, and I guided him to heaven. I had just taken a bath before I came over, and had put some perfume on my inner thighs, so I knew he was getting a great experience.
My God that boy was enthusiastic! He really liked it. Before I knew what was happening I was coming like a faucet. I really got “all stiff and stuff.” I pulled him up and hugged him. I could feel his cock on my leg, he was trembling all over, and I thought about putting him in my mouth, but I knew he would cum in a New York minute, so I just laid down on the couch, put him between my legs, took hold of his wonderful cock, and eased him in my pussy. He just moaned.
I held him very tightly so he wouldn’t move. I didn’t want him to cum too soon. I had totally lost track of how long we had been alone, so I figured I better finish him and started to slowly move my hips. I told him how good he felt, and what a great lover he was. I told him to slowly move his cock in and out of me. Tommy wasn’t bad for his first time. He did everything I asked. I kept encouraging him and had him slowly pick up the pace. I was really surprised how long he lasted before, with a great grunt, he came inside of me, my bare legs squeezing, and moving along his sides, my arms gently holding him as he shook all over.
Did someone just walk by the door in the hall? I froze, listening with all my might, holding Tommy tightly while he got his breath. I figured I was seeing things, so I got Tommy up, took his cock down my throat a couple of times to clean him off, also so he knew what might be in his future if he kept his mouth shut, got dressed, and sat quietly, sometimes giggling when we looked at each other. I told him, “I bet you remember that for the rest of your life.” “I sure will, Lila; that was so fun!”
At that moment, Tommy’s father came in the room looking a little grim. He stated how he wasn’t up for the party, but his wife wanted to stay longer, so he just came home to check on the baby. So I got up to say goodbye. Tommy’s dad, Mr. Johnson, said “Say hi to your folks.” I told him my folks were out of town for the weekend staying with family. He asked if I were all alone, I said “Yes, but it’s okay.” He told me he would walk me home and check it out. I said ok, good bye to Tommy, and we walked home quietly. When we got inside I turned on some lights and went to say goodbye to Mr. Johnson.
He stepped up to me and said, “I saw what you did to Tommy.” “Oh shit”, I thought, “my life is ruined.” He went on, “At first I was angry, but when I heard what you were saying to him, and how loving you were with him, I decided to let you have him. I wish my first time had been like that.” I had no idea what to say, so I just stood there. He looked at me for a long while, as if he were mentally struggling with something, and then he stepped forward, grabbed my arms, and kissed me, hard. I thought for one second, and then kissed him back.
He took a half step back, and quickly had my sweater, and then my skirt off. I pushed him on the couch, took off his pants and boxers, and took his nice sized cock in my mouth. It was so warm. I thought I would finish him quickly with my mouth, but after taking him down my throat a couple of times, he picked my head up and told me to get on him. Yea, my favorite! So I jumped up, straddled his legs, and lowered myself onto him. I had forgotten to close the curtains but I knew Tommy couldn’t see us from his room so I wasn’t worried until I saw a light come on in an upstairs bedroom. I could see the light in a mirror that was over the couch. Oh shit. I was really enjoying my second cock of the night and didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t want Mr Johnson to see the window light, so I got off and told him I wanted him the way I took his son, so he laid me down, got on top of me, and shoved his cock deep into my pussy. In the light of the window was Mrs. Johnson, home from the party, standing in the window with her arms crossed. I thought, “Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound” so I just let Mr. Johnson fuck the hell out of me. I put my legs up and out straight, shaking a little from the excitement of being watched. I also knew she got see my anklets and Mary Janes shaking from the pounding her husband was giving me.
I looked at him and saw he was looking at his reflection in another mirror on the side of the couch with a smile on his face. I looked back at Mrs. Johnson and realized she didn’t have her arms crossed, she was rubbing and pulling on her nipples through her blouse. I squeezed hard on Mr. Johnson’s sides with my legs and he came incredibly hard, deep, deep inside me. He got up, got dressed, and said he hoped we could do that again sometime. I said I’d like that, and he left.
I went upstairs, forgetting to lock up, and went to my room where I stripped naked. I was going to take a bath. As I walked to the bathroom, I heard Mrs. Johnson say behind me, “I saw what you did with my husband.” I spun around and gasped, then put my hands over my face and started to cry. I was babbling something about being sorry, and that I didn’t know what to do when he came over, etc. She came over to me, took me in her arms in a firm hug, and started saying things like “there, there” and “come on now.”
She was a very attractive woman with very pert, firm breasts, and nicely shaped legs. After a few seconds I noticed she was rubbing her hands slowly all over my back, sometimes brushing, and cupping, my ass. She also started to move her pelvis against me so I took my hands off of my face, placed them on her breasts, and started to gently work her nipples. She gave a little spasm, and then pulled us apart, holding my arms, and looking hard at my face and body. She said, breathing deeply, “All’s fair,” and she then told me to lay down on my bed, taking off her blouse, bra, skirt, panties, and shoes, and laid down on me.
I started trembling as Tommy did earlier. I figured heck, since it looks like I’m not in trouble, I might as well enjoy this, and pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She still had on her garter and nylons. I know why men love the feel of nylons after that, and I decided to wear them more often. She went down and started to suck on my nipples, which got really hard and stuck way out, and then worked her way down to my pussy. She buried her face in my hair, then spread my lips, and gently put her tongue in me. I thought, “I wonder if she knows she’s licking both her son and husband’s cream?” I knew she had seen her husband cum in me, but what about Tommy? Oh well, all I knew was she was driving me to a very large orgasm.
She was really working on my clit when I came like a freight train. She started to suck and swallow hard at my hole, trying to get every drop of her husband’s, son’s and my juices. After a long while, I pulled her up to kiss me again. I could taste the cum on her lips. She looked into my eyes, and said, “I haven’t tasted a woman since college. I really miss it.” I told her we should do something about that, and she smiled.
Then she said, “You didn’t screw my son, did you?” “No, Mrs. Johnson,” I lied, “I teased him pretty badly, but I figured he would take care of himself in his room later.” She said that was good because she didn’t want him to lose his innocence. Well, that ship has sailed. I just hoped Tommy’s dad would keep quiet about what he saw. I told her to roll over so I could please her. She said, “No, Honey, we will definitely have you do that, but another time. I have to go take care of my cheating husband.” Oh shit,” again. So she quickly got up, got dressed, without her panties, and off she went.
I sat down in a chair that looked over at the side of her house that had all the bedrooms. Sure enough, soon the light in her bedroom came on, surprising Mr.Johnson who was standing in the dark, looking out the window at me in my room. I forgot to say my Coke bottle was slowly going in and out of my pretty, but well used pussy, my feet on the window sill, my legs spread wide. She came over to him and I could catch some words of the argument across the yard like "How could you?" “cheating” “what about you?,” and others. Then he grabbed her, looked at her hard, and I’ll be damned if they didn’t kiss. He then threw her, I presume on the bed, because the next thing I saw were her legs, nylons and shoes still attached, sticking straight up and spread, his back and butt visible on every stroke.
She was not trying to be quiet at all. I was thinking that they must have thought Tommy was asleep, or something, when the light in Tommy’s room came on and my little buddy was standing there with his newly deflowered penis in hand, and he was pointing at me while doing myself. I smiled waved, and moved so he could see me better, and came hard, Tommy following shortly afterwards.
What a night. After that, I had a lot of fun with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. She went out of town to see her family in Florida a lot, so she said I could screw Mr. Johnson in a hotel, if my folks, or Tommy were at home, so that he wouldn’t go out to bars and get picked up by bad women. Huh? She said she knew nothing would come of me doing him, and that screwing me had put him in the mood to screw her more often, which she really liked.
He went out of town, on business, also, so Mrs. Johnson and I got together for “tea” when he was gone. That’s what we told my mom. Tommy spent a lot of time at his grandparents, so whenever he was gone, and his dad was out of town, we would get together and “glub, glub.” Little did mom know that I was making Mrs, Johnson cry out in pleasure, and she me.
As for Tommy, he would tell his mom that he was going to see his friends and then he would come into my house on the opposite side from his house whenever my folks were away, which was a lot since they were always busy with work. Tommy told me he heard his folks banging away all the time now, which creeped him out a little.
I started wearing garters and hose a lot, which I still do, and would tease Tommy, and his dad, with great views in front of Mrs. Johnson. She didn’t mind that, but always asked me not to fuck Tommy. She never did find out that we were banging like a screen door in a hurricane. As a friendly gift to me, Mrs. Johnson got me a very good vibrator. She said the Coke bottle wasn’t sanitary. I wore that thing out. I wondered if I could hook it up to a car battery since I was going broke buying batteries. I even asked Frank, a mechanic friend that worked on my Chevy. He just laughed. (And yes, I screwed him to get free maintenance. Another story?)
I sometimes wonder how all these things happened to me back then. What was it that made people want to have sex with me? How different would my life had been if I never had taken that priest’s cock into my mouth? I could have stopped at any time, but damn, I just loved it, all of it. Still do.
I started leaving my curtains apart with a light on when I laid in my bed doing myself. In all honesty, I left the curtains open all the time so he could see me since his room was right across from mine. Did I think anyone else would see me from his house, maybe standing in a dark room? Nope.
One day his mother came over and asked if I could baby sit that night. I said, “Tommy!?” She said no, that her 19 year old daughter had her baby at their house, but the daughter had to work, and she and Mr. Johnson were going over to a friend’s house for dinner and to play cards. Tommy didn’t want to take care of the baby, so that would be all I had to do. So I said I would do it.
I went over, said goodbye to the Johnsons, the baby was asleep for the night, so it was just me and Tommy. I had on my usual tight thin sweater and short, loose skirt, so I sat with my skirt very high on my legs so that Tommy could see a little of my pussy. He said, “I watch you sometimes.” I said, “What?” He said, “I watch you with the Coke bottle on your bed. I like it when you go all stiff and stuff. I touch myself when you do that, or when you come out of your bathroom naked." I said, “Really, do you want to watch me touch myself now?” His eyes got big and he just nodded. So I pulled my skirt up to my waist, lay back, licked my fingers, and started to rub my pussy.
I took my time making sure he was getting a good show before I slowly put my finger inside of me. That really got him going. I told him to take off his pants. He did, and the cutest hard on came out. I’d say it was six inches, and hard as a rock, but somewhat thin. I said, “Gee Tommy, I bet all your girlfriends love that” and he said he never showed it to anyone when it was like this before. So I told him it was a real nice one and asked him if he would like to touch me. He gave a big nod and I told him to come over. I placed his hand on my pussy and I moved it the way I like to be touched. After awhile, I let go of his hand and he did it by himself, sometimes slipping a finger into me.
I took his finger out of me and put it in my mouth and licked off my juices. He gave a concerned look so I said, “It tastes good, Tommy, want to try?” again he nodded, so I took my fingers, put them in my hole, and gently put them in his mouth. He licked them clean. I said, “You know, Tommy, people like to actually put their mouth and tongue here (placing a finger inside of me) giving a woman great pleasure. He said, “I know, I read about it.” I asked, “Would you like to give me great pleasure, Tommy?” He just whispered, “Yessss.” So I had him kneel in front of me as I sat back on the couch, and I guided him to heaven. I had just taken a bath before I came over, and had put some perfume on my inner thighs, so I knew he was getting a great experience.
My God that boy was enthusiastic! He really liked it. Before I knew what was happening I was coming like a faucet. I really got “all stiff and stuff.” I pulled him up and hugged him. I could feel his cock on my leg, he was trembling all over, and I thought about putting him in my mouth, but I knew he would cum in a New York minute, so I just laid down on the couch, put him between my legs, took hold of his wonderful cock, and eased him in my pussy. He just moaned.
I held him very tightly so he wouldn’t move. I didn’t want him to cum too soon. I had totally lost track of how long we had been alone, so I figured I better finish him and started to slowly move my hips. I told him how good he felt, and what a great lover he was. I told him to slowly move his cock in and out of me. Tommy wasn’t bad for his first time. He did everything I asked. I kept encouraging him and had him slowly pick up the pace. I was really surprised how long he lasted before, with a great grunt, he came inside of me, my bare legs squeezing, and moving along his sides, my arms gently holding him as he shook all over.
Did someone just walk by the door in the hall? I froze, listening with all my might, holding Tommy tightly while he got his breath. I figured I was seeing things, so I got Tommy up, took his cock down my throat a couple of times to clean him off, also so he knew what might be in his future if he kept his mouth shut, got dressed, and sat quietly, sometimes giggling when we looked at each other. I told him, “I bet you remember that for the rest of your life.” “I sure will, Lila; that was so fun!”
At that moment, Tommy’s father came in the room looking a little grim. He stated how he wasn’t up for the party, but his wife wanted to stay longer, so he just came home to check on the baby. So I got up to say goodbye. Tommy’s dad, Mr. Johnson, said “Say hi to your folks.” I told him my folks were out of town for the weekend staying with family. He asked if I were all alone, I said “Yes, but it’s okay.” He told me he would walk me home and check it out. I said ok, good bye to Tommy, and we walked home quietly. When we got inside I turned on some lights and went to say goodbye to Mr. Johnson.
He stepped up to me and said, “I saw what you did to Tommy.” “Oh shit”, I thought, “my life is ruined.” He went on, “At first I was angry, but when I heard what you were saying to him, and how loving you were with him, I decided to let you have him. I wish my first time had been like that.” I had no idea what to say, so I just stood there. He looked at me for a long while, as if he were mentally struggling with something, and then he stepped forward, grabbed my arms, and kissed me, hard. I thought for one second, and then kissed him back.
He took a half step back, and quickly had my sweater, and then my skirt off. I pushed him on the couch, took off his pants and boxers, and took his nice sized cock in my mouth. It was so warm. I thought I would finish him quickly with my mouth, but after taking him down my throat a couple of times, he picked my head up and told me to get on him. Yea, my favorite! So I jumped up, straddled his legs, and lowered myself onto him. I had forgotten to close the curtains but I knew Tommy couldn’t see us from his room so I wasn’t worried until I saw a light come on in an upstairs bedroom. I could see the light in a mirror that was over the couch. Oh shit. I was really enjoying my second cock of the night and didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t want Mr Johnson to see the window light, so I got off and told him I wanted him the way I took his son, so he laid me down, got on top of me, and shoved his cock deep into my pussy. In the light of the window was Mrs. Johnson, home from the party, standing in the window with her arms crossed. I thought, “Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound” so I just let Mr. Johnson fuck the hell out of me. I put my legs up and out straight, shaking a little from the excitement of being watched. I also knew she got see my anklets and Mary Janes shaking from the pounding her husband was giving me.
I looked at him and saw he was looking at his reflection in another mirror on the side of the couch with a smile on his face. I looked back at Mrs. Johnson and realized she didn’t have her arms crossed, she was rubbing and pulling on her nipples through her blouse. I squeezed hard on Mr. Johnson’s sides with my legs and he came incredibly hard, deep, deep inside me. He got up, got dressed, and said he hoped we could do that again sometime. I said I’d like that, and he left.
I went upstairs, forgetting to lock up, and went to my room where I stripped naked. I was going to take a bath. As I walked to the bathroom, I heard Mrs. Johnson say behind me, “I saw what you did with my husband.” I spun around and gasped, then put my hands over my face and started to cry. I was babbling something about being sorry, and that I didn’t know what to do when he came over, etc. She came over to me, took me in her arms in a firm hug, and started saying things like “there, there” and “come on now.”
She was a very attractive woman with very pert, firm breasts, and nicely shaped legs. After a few seconds I noticed she was rubbing her hands slowly all over my back, sometimes brushing, and cupping, my ass. She also started to move her pelvis against me so I took my hands off of my face, placed them on her breasts, and started to gently work her nipples. She gave a little spasm, and then pulled us apart, holding my arms, and looking hard at my face and body. She said, breathing deeply, “All’s fair,” and she then told me to lay down on my bed, taking off her blouse, bra, skirt, panties, and shoes, and laid down on me.
I started trembling as Tommy did earlier. I figured heck, since it looks like I’m not in trouble, I might as well enjoy this, and pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She still had on her garter and nylons. I know why men love the feel of nylons after that, and I decided to wear them more often. She went down and started to suck on my nipples, which got really hard and stuck way out, and then worked her way down to my pussy. She buried her face in my hair, then spread my lips, and gently put her tongue in me. I thought, “I wonder if she knows she’s licking both her son and husband’s cream?” I knew she had seen her husband cum in me, but what about Tommy? Oh well, all I knew was she was driving me to a very large orgasm.
She was really working on my clit when I came like a freight train. She started to suck and swallow hard at my hole, trying to get every drop of her husband’s, son’s and my juices. After a long while, I pulled her up to kiss me again. I could taste the cum on her lips. She looked into my eyes, and said, “I haven’t tasted a woman since college. I really miss it.” I told her we should do something about that, and she smiled.
Then she said, “You didn’t screw my son, did you?” “No, Mrs. Johnson,” I lied, “I teased him pretty badly, but I figured he would take care of himself in his room later.” She said that was good because she didn’t want him to lose his innocence. Well, that ship has sailed. I just hoped Tommy’s dad would keep quiet about what he saw. I told her to roll over so I could please her. She said, “No, Honey, we will definitely have you do that, but another time. I have to go take care of my cheating husband.” Oh shit,” again. So she quickly got up, got dressed, without her panties, and off she went.
I sat down in a chair that looked over at the side of her house that had all the bedrooms. Sure enough, soon the light in her bedroom came on, surprising Mr.Johnson who was standing in the dark, looking out the window at me in my room. I forgot to say my Coke bottle was slowly going in and out of my pretty, but well used pussy, my feet on the window sill, my legs spread wide. She came over to him and I could catch some words of the argument across the yard like "How could you?" “cheating” “what about you?,” and others. Then he grabbed her, looked at her hard, and I’ll be damned if they didn’t kiss. He then threw her, I presume on the bed, because the next thing I saw were her legs, nylons and shoes still attached, sticking straight up and spread, his back and butt visible on every stroke.
She was not trying to be quiet at all. I was thinking that they must have thought Tommy was asleep, or something, when the light in Tommy’s room came on and my little buddy was standing there with his newly deflowered penis in hand, and he was pointing at me while doing myself. I smiled waved, and moved so he could see me better, and came hard, Tommy following shortly afterwards.
What a night. After that, I had a lot of fun with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. She went out of town to see her family in Florida a lot, so she said I could screw Mr. Johnson in a hotel, if my folks, or Tommy were at home, so that he wouldn’t go out to bars and get picked up by bad women. Huh? She said she knew nothing would come of me doing him, and that screwing me had put him in the mood to screw her more often, which she really liked.
He went out of town, on business, also, so Mrs. Johnson and I got together for “tea” when he was gone. That’s what we told my mom. Tommy spent a lot of time at his grandparents, so whenever he was gone, and his dad was out of town, we would get together and “glub, glub.” Little did mom know that I was making Mrs, Johnson cry out in pleasure, and she me.
As for Tommy, he would tell his mom that he was going to see his friends and then he would come into my house on the opposite side from his house whenever my folks were away, which was a lot since they were always busy with work. Tommy told me he heard his folks banging away all the time now, which creeped him out a little.
I started wearing garters and hose a lot, which I still do, and would tease Tommy, and his dad, with great views in front of Mrs. Johnson. She didn’t mind that, but always asked me not to fuck Tommy. She never did find out that we were banging like a screen door in a hurricane. As a friendly gift to me, Mrs. Johnson got me a very good vibrator. She said the Coke bottle wasn’t sanitary. I wore that thing out. I wondered if I could hook it up to a car battery since I was going broke buying batteries. I even asked Frank, a mechanic friend that worked on my Chevy. He just laughed. (And yes, I screwed him to get free maintenance. Another story?)
I sometimes wonder how all these things happened to me back then. What was it that made people want to have sex with me? How different would my life had been if I never had taken that priest’s cock into my mouth? I could have stopped at any time, but damn, I just loved it, all of it. Still do.
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