The Nosey Neighbor, Part Eight

JimThe workday was at an end, and I packed up my briefcase and headed to my car. Depositing my things in the passenger seat, I locked the car and walked briskly toward Betty’s kitchen door. Just as my knuckles made their first collision with the framing around the glass, I heard, “I’ve been waiting for you all day, Jim. Come on in and then cum on in,” Betty teased in a sultry Marilyn-style voice.Pushing through the door, I turned my head toward the living room, where I spied Betty nude on the sofa. One leg was up on the back of the couch while the other was down on the floor, leaving her smooth puss on full display.”So, what have you been doing since I saw you last?” I questioned teasingly.”Oh, a little of this,” she paused for effect as her fingers plunged into her sloppy box, “And a little of that,” Betty added as her slick fingers pulled on her engorged nipples.I approached her and let two fingers delve into her slippery cunt before pulling them out and easing them into her inflamed pucker. “It seems you’ve done a little of this too, as they quickly sunk to the third knuckles.””Mmmm,” she moaned, then added, “How about something a little bigger and longer. You got something like that?” she taunted as her foot from the floor pressed against my stiff member.”Yeah, I think that I can help you with that,” I offered as my hands worked bursa escort to lower my pants and expose my throbbing manhood.Her toes smeared my precum as I gradually moved closer. Then sensing that I wanted more, Betty moved her leg back, grabbing under her knee to open her thighs as far as possible. I didn’t hesitate for even a second and plunged to full depth inside her silky snatch. Holding myself there, I kissed her hungrily as my hands found her desirous breasts. Manipulating her nipples while still fully ensconced in her wonderous warmth led Betty to purr.BettyAfter beckoning Jim into my home with my banter, he approached like a man that owned what he saw and knew exactly what to do with it. As far as I was concerned, he did own me and could use me as he desired since he always pleased me as he did so. After a short anal fingering, I begged for something more, and more is what I got. After dropping his pants, Jim moved forward and pushed firmly into my eager cunt, leaving me feeling full and wanted.His hands then found my breasts and began working them to perfection as I began squeezing his rigid prick with my vaginal muscles. The combination of his nipple play, lustful kisses, along with my constant clenching brought me to my first orgasm of the night with him. Our lips continued to touch altıparmak escort while our tongues explored, and it made me wonder whether I’d always cum so easily from another’s touch.My mind fell deep into my memories as I envisioned my first time. I was seventeen, and all my girlfriends had claimed that they’d already danced the dance. They pestered me unendingly about being the only virgin in the group. Finally, I relented and met up with the one that most of them had supposedly been with. I made certain to obtain a few prophylactics for the deed, not wanting to be the one to get pregnant on her first try.His name was Daryl, and he was of average height and moderate looks. I guess they all chose him because he was a bit of a loner. At least he wouldn’t blab about his conquests to all his friends. The following day I met up with him through a series of notes and whispers from others as High Schooler’s tend to do. We met outside the school on the far side of the entrance to avoid being spotted by the kids waiting on their buses.Daryl asked, “So, when do you want to do this?” he questioned with a little too much male bravado.”Right now!” I replied with an urgency to get this done and over with.”N… n… now?” he stuttered like someone that’d just seen a ghost.”Of course, now! Why do görükle escort you care anyway? You just go around deflowering girls like it’s free candy time at the five and dime!” I squawked like a woman to her dead-beat husband.”Whoaaa! Where did you get that idea?” Daryl countered by raising his voice a little.”Really! According to all of my girlfriends, you are the King of the virgin sacrifice around town.””I wish!” was all he said in response. In hindsight, I’m sure he’d wished he had taken credit.As the realization washed over me that all my girlfriends had lied to my face, I began to feel a strange tingling between my legs. Daryl had backed away a step or two as a look of timidity seemed to take him over.”So, have you had sex with anyone, or are you still a virgin too?” I asked less harshly.Quietly and with a very squeaky voice, Daryl replied, “I tried it once with a distant cousin at a family get-together. We couldn’t get it inside her, which was actually quite lucky since neither of us brought protection.””So what you’re saying is you’ve got a big one,” I teased as I closed the gap between us. Already leaning against the school wall, Daryl had no place to retreat to as I pressed my body into his. We were nose to nose as I began to feel something rise against my pubic area. I’d only ever seen one penis in real life, which was my father’s. We were on a camping trip, and he walked past a tree to pee. I was walking along the edge of the woods, picking up kindling for a fire, when I caught a glimpse of his spitting python. It wasn’t very long and hung over limply, which I later found out is the norm for male genitalia.