"Love Thy Neighbor" (mF, m1st, oral) by Althalus

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   She let the curtains fall back into place.  'What a cute young stud,'
she thought.  'And just ripe for the picking.' Her new neighbor was the
preacher at a local church, and his son was a hottie.  He was standing in
the yard next door, doing something with his motor-bike and some greasy
looking tools.  'Well that's a sorry way to spend a summer.' She decided on
the spot to invite him over one afternoon to have some fresh lemonade - and
the learning of his life.

   After some initial hesitation and confusion of a Saturday, she managed
to get the neighbor's son to come in her house.  He sat down at the chair
opposite her, swiping his dark hair back from his forehead.  She tucked her
own curls behind her ears, hoping he noticed her taut nipples and that she
wasn't wearing a bra beneath her cotton sun dress.  He was fidgeting a
little, but that was okay.  "Boy it sure is hot this June, don't you
think?" She waved a paper fan in front of her face, checking him out
discreetly from half-closed eyes.  His body was slightly muscular, but not
hard yet like a working man.  He had a leisurely tan, and his eyes still
had that spark of youth.

   "Yes ma'am.  Much hotter than last year." He reached for the pitcher and
poured more lemonade in his glass; exquisitely erotic, his every motion.

   "Tell me, have you ever touched a woman - in a special way?" He stared,
struck dumb at first by her bold question.

   "No ma'am...  that is, not a woman."

   "A girl, then?" He nodded, blushing quickly as she stared at him.  She
started to unbutton her blouse.

   "Would you please help me with this?  I'm afraid I'm going to have to
change into something cooler." Though of course, there wasn't anything
cooler to be worn.  She stood up from her chair and walked over to him,
offering the buttons at her bosom to his flushed face.  He just stared
until she grabbed his hands and placed them lightly on her breasts, right
on the buttons.  "Please undo them for me.  They vex me so, these
things..."

   He unbuttoned the blouse carefully, trying not to look at her rapidly
exposed breasts.  They were perfect; just enough to clutch in each palm,
and pink like a rose at the tips.  When the dress was open to her waist,
she pulled his hand to one of her nipples.  "Do you like that?  That it's
erect?" He nodded mutely.  "That's because of you.  Pinch it a little for
me?" He complied, a hardness forming in his shorts.  "Oh yes....  Just like
that." Her eyes rolled back as his calloused fingers put the slightest
pressure on the fleshy nub of her left breast.  "Oh...  A bit harder? 
Mmmmmm..."

   He was getting short of breath, but she didn't seem to notice.  She
loved the fact that he was so young - only half her age.  It made her hot
and wet to think about his inexperience, what she could teach him.  "Now
the other one, with your other hand.  That's it; at the same time." He was
staring at her tits now, no longer afraid to look.  "What have you done
with girls?  Have you had sex yet?" He shook his head, eyes glazed.  "Tell
me."

   He looked at the floor and mumbled, "I just...  We just make out and
sometimes I grope their boobs.  Dad says it's wrong - until I'm married and
all." He blushed.  "I try to avoid girls lately." Her stomach fluttered; so
much to teach!

   "You can kiss it if you want.  Or you can suck it." He lowered his head
to her breast and took the nipple and a lot of unexpected flesh into his
mouth, and began sucking hungrily.  He was squeezing her other breast and
she could feel the bulge at his crotch; it was pressing against her leg and
was difficult to ignore.  "Touch my panties.  Put your hand inside if you
like, but keep sucking..." His hand left her breast and found it's way
inside her sun dress.  She shivered as his fingers pushed the satin against
her mound.  He seemed surprised by how soft she was; he could feel her
wetness through the cloth.  'Its about time, lover-boy!' she thought
anxiously.

   His fingers plucked at the elastic waistband of the panties awkwardly,
and then his hand was on her cunt.  He was so gentle, so uncertain...  He
moaned when he found her slit, eager to explore.  She moved her hips
slightly to guide his finger to the source of all that heat, and then he
slipped his finger up inside her.  "Mmm...  Push it in and out, please! 
Put another finger in me.  Fuck me with your fingers!  Oh yes!!" He did as
she wanted, and soon she was rocking on his hand.  Having completely
forgotten her breasts, he was clutching her close and humping against her
body as she came on his sweaty hand.  She moaned and clenched down on his
fingers as the orgasm rocketed through her.

   She pulled his hand from her panties and pushed the wet satin down over
her ankles.  She grabbed his erection through his pants, making him jump.
She squeezed gently, rubbing the tip with her fingers.  "Do you want me to
take that out of confinement?" He nodded slowly, still a little shy.  She
unzipped his pants and pulled down his briefs so that they could join her
garments on the floor.  "Take off your shirt," she said.  He hurried to do
her bidding, and when he stood naked before her, he blushed again.  "You're
so adorable...  Don't be ashamed of that glorious penis.  It really is a
good one!  Big and thick, and snipped too." She nodded to herself.  "It's
so beautiful...  Can I lick it?" His eyes got big and round at the thought
that SHE would want to lick HIM, and he nodded briskly.

   She knelt down on the floor and took his cock in her hand.  She smiled
as he twitched at her touch.  Hers was probably the first hand - other than
his own - that had ever touched his dick.  She squeezed it down by the
base, watching as the head swelled up quickly and turned purple.  She
glanced up and he was staring at the top of her head, just waiting.  She
licked the tip of his penis, flicking her tongue over the little holes.  He
groaned and a dribble of precum came out.  She lapped it up quickly, and
licked a big circle around the head.  He thrust involuntarily, and flushed
a deep pink when she looked up at his face.

   His knees were getting weak, and she pushed him back against the table
so he would have something to lean against.  Then she shoved his whole
penis into her gaping mouth, letting her saliva drip down into his pubic
hair.  He shuddered and gripped the table, eyes rolling back as she worked
her way slowly up and down his shaft.  Her lips and tongue felt incredibly
good down there...  She cupped his balls in her hand, tickling them lightly
with her fingertips.  He was a virgin, and she was giving him his first
blow job!  The thought made her pussy lips puffy and wet.  Each time his
dick slammed into the back of her throat she imagined he was cramming it in
her cunt instead.  She wanted him to fuck her on the table, right then and
there - and the prudish neighbors could go to hell!

   She stood up suddenly, much to his chagrin.  Maybe she had changed her
mind?  No, she hadn't.  She rubbed her tits across his naked chest and let
his rock hard cock push against her hot-slot through her sun dress.  "Do
you want something?" she asked benignly.  He nodded.  "And what's that?"
She blinked her eyes, feigning innocence.

   "I want...  I want to cum!" He sounded a bit over-eager, but that was
easy enough to ignore as his hand slid along her slit.  He flicked her clit
and probed her like he was learning to walk all over again.  She almost
lost control, but suddenly she turned away from him and leaned over the
table that had been propping up his lust-weakened legs.  She shimmied the
skirt of her dress up over her rump, pushing her ass out just the slightest
bit.

   "Please fuck it," she begged.  He walked forward uncertainly, and guided
his penis up over her slippery cunt lips with his hand.  He pushed a little
to test the waters, but he wasn't positioned exactly right.  He moved down
a bit over her curving snatch and pushed in again, and this time the waters
ran deep.  He thrust in between her hot tight walls, every nerve standing
on end, every neuron feeling her pulsing wetness.  The velvet steam of her
thighs against his was driving him crazy!  She pushed back onto his cock,
squeezing him inside and moaning with pleasure.

   His hands were clamped tight on her hips, and for a moment he forgot to
pull back; the inward thrust was too much fun.  He could feel her pussy
shifting around his staff as he slid away from her, and the tug of her hot
body on his knob was too much to resist.  He plunged into her again,
quivering as she gasped and moaned.  He pumped slow and even, filling her
up with his meat.  It was the best thing he had ever felt.  "Oh sweet Mary!
How could I have missed this?!" he groaned as he swelled inside her.  His
pole was engorged with blood, and she had to spread her legs further apart
to let him in again.

   "Please, do it faster!" she cried out, gripping the dining table for
support.  He needed no encouragement.  He started thrusting at warp-speed,
pounding her ass so hard it sent the glasses and the lemonade pitcher
tumbling to the floor.  The kitchen table was creaking and bumping into the
wall, and a bit of stucco drifted down from the ceiling.  The combined
sound of their slapping flesh and the screaming pleasure-pain was making
his balls tighten - he was going to explode any second.  She reached her
arms out and lay flat on the table, letting him penetrate deeper than
before.  When she crossed her legs, tightening her grip, it was too much;
he squeezed her waist and buried himself in to the hilt, plugging her
love-duct and filling it with milky semen.  He threw his head back and
shouted, unaware that his father was milling about in the yard looking for
him.  The woman beneath him was quivering and shaking with ecstasy, but she
was far far away from him.

   He left his cock inside her, hoping his seed was falling on barren
soil...  but not really caring in the end.  After every drop of cum had
leaked out, he pulled his limp penis from her.  Even the sensation of her
spent cunny clinging to him was arousing, but he knew he had to leave
before his dad got worried.  He rubbed her dripping twat with his hand,
wishing he could stay.

   "It's okay," she consoled him breathlessly.  "You can come back for more
lemonade any time you want." With that, she stood up off the table and
smoothed her sun dress down over her sweaty legs.  She buttoned up her top
and pushed a few stray curls back from her forehead.

   The preacher's son left her house well-educated, but still thirsting for
knowledge.  She knew it would be a long, hot summer.

  
love thy neighbor