Good Neighbors — Part 1

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Good Neighbors — Part 1
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Good Neighbors, Part 1

“You should really go check in on Martin,” my wife said. “When was the
last time you dropped in on him?”

“Just last week,” I said. “You were at your Women’s Club that night. I
told you, remember?”

“Still,” she said. “It’s the least we can do since his wife left him.
They were such good neighbors to us when we moved in.”

“But the ball game…,” I started to say.

“No,” she cut me off mid-excuse. “Grab a six-pack and go see him.
Watch the game over there.”

“He’s a Braves fan,” I complained as I got up from my comfortable chair.
“He isn’t going to want to watch the Mets game.”

It had been a few months since our neighbors had split up. His wife,
Jocelyn, was a fiery woman from Argentina. Josie (as we called her) had
recently moved out after a huge fight–not that they weren’t always
fighting. It was my wife’s favorite soap opera. That didn’t stop her
from sending me over for “emotional support.”

She went to the kitchen and I heard her open the fridge and take out
some beer. While she was occupied I shot him a quick text. “Wife
sending me over to watch ballgame.”

His cryptic reply was almost immediate: “ROYGBVPB?”

“P,” was my one-letter response.

“Of course,” he replied. “LOL. 10m.”

I slipped into the beat up pair of Sperry’s that I kept in the mud room,
grabbed the beer off the kitchen table, and headed out the side door.

“I’ll see you later!” I yelled at my wife.

“Thank you!” she replied.

I crossed the space between our houses, letting myself in through the
side door to his garage and locking it behind me. I walked into the
house, dropped the beer off on the island in his kitchen, and went
straight to the guest bathroom down the hall on the way to the family

I immediately slipped out of my shoes; followed in short order by my t-
shirt, shorts and underwear. As I stood there naked my cock swelled at
the sight of the pink lingerie folded neatly on the vanity.

I started with the top of the pile. The bra was pink dotted mesh
trimmed with tight pink ruffles on the top of the cups and loosely
gathered lace below. Each cup was bisected with a white line that
looked like a continuation of the bra strap and a large white bow was
affixed between the cups.

The matching panties followed–a crotchless string thong trimmed in the
same white as the bra with a tiny triangle of material in the back. I
poked my stiff cock and pulled my balls through the open crotch as I
pulled the panties into place. I squeezed my cock, forcing a large drop
of pre-cum from the tip. I scooped it up on my finger and licked it

Next came the garter-skirt. The skirt, made from the same dotted mesh
as the bra cups, flared illegal bahis siteleri out from the hips and ran halfway down my ass
cheeks. Where the garter straps attached on the front it was trimmed
with two more bows to match the one on the bra. As my cock leaked more
pre-cum I continued feeding it to myself.

The stockings were last–white RHT seamed stockings with a wide band of
lace topping each leg. I rolled them and deftly pulled them up my legs,
clipping them front and back; pausing only briefly to adjust my seams.
I stepped into the white patent leather shoes that stood beside the
vanity. They were pump-style with 5-inch heels and ankle straps.

The last thing left on the counter was a pair of breast forms. I slid
the cool silicone tits into the bra cups. They warmed quickly against
my skin and gave my figure just the right curves. The dark areola and
nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the bra.

I opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small makeup bag. Knowing
time was an issue I quickly applied a light foundation and some blush,
followed by some eye shadow from the Revlon Metropolitan palette. I
finished the job with Revlon’s Pink Pop Lustrous lip gloss, applied with
practiced ease and leaving my lips shiny and sexy.

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before opening the door and
stepping into the hall. My heels *clicked* on the tile floor as I
retraced my steps back to the kitchen to pick up the beer. I grabbed
the six pack and a bottle opener and went back toward the family room.
I paused in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

“Need a beer, sweetie?” I asked.

“What I need is your sweet lips on my cock.” Martin was sitting on the
couch with his long, hard cock sticking up obscenely between his legs.
He was wearing a heavy terrycloth robe open just enough to reveal his

He was a beautiful black man with a beautiful and impressive cock. I
crossed the room quickly and knelt between his legs, immediately
slurping his cock into my mouth. I set the beer down and began to
stroke his cock with one hand as I sucked on it; my other hand rubbed
and gently squeezed his smooth balls.

“Mmmmm,” I said between mouthfuls of cock, “It feels like you have quite
a load for me in there.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” he said. “I’ve been saving it up for over a week
hoping Elaine would send you over. I even moped around in the front
yard until she came over to see how I was doing.”

“You sly minx,” I said playfully. “We really need a better signal.”

“Maybe a Jack of Spades kind of bat-signal I can send up to call my
sissy cocksucker over?”

“Mmmmm. Maybe I’ll get a Wildcats flag to raise when I need a big black
cock in my ass.”


“Yeah, like the Kentucky Wildcats. Kentucky. canlı bahis siteleri “KY.” Get it?” He
grabbed my head and pushed my mouth back down on his cock.

“How about you take care of this first before we talk about scratching
your itch?”

“Mmmmm hmmmm.”

I sucked and slurped on his cock. I licked the length of his shaft and
jacked it furiously with both hands. I tongued his balls and sucked on
them. I bobbed my head up and down for what felt like 30 minutes.

Finally I took a deep breath and forced his cock into the back of my
mouth and down my throat. I pushed until I felt his balls against my

“Oh fuck yes!” he said. “If Josie had been able to do that we’d
probably still be married.”

I pulled off of his cock, filled my lungs with air, and plunged him
balls-deep back into my mouth, this time fucking his 10-inch cock with
my throat. Each time his balls reached my chin I stuck out my tongue as
best I could and licked at his balls.

“Damn, girl,” he said. “Fucking your pretty little mouth gets me so

“Mmmmm,” was all I managed.

“Here it comes, Stacey. Here comes a big fresh load of hot cum!”

“Give it to me, baby; I want to taste you! Shoot your load in my mouth
and watch me swallow it!”

I pulled off his cock, took a quick breath, and plunged him back into my
mouth. He had a hand on each side of my head now, raising his hips as I
lowered my mouth. I took him down my throat one last time before he
groaned loudly.

As his cum started to spurt I pulled off him just enough to take his
full load in my mouth. He writhed under my ministrations as his cum
flooded my mouth, filling it. Finally he slumped down into the couch
cushions and released my head.

“Show me,” he said. I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth as wide
as I dared so he could see his load. I swear I could feel the sperm
swimming around. “Damn, you are such a good cocksucking cum slut,
Stacey. I gotta get me a picture of that shit for my Tumblr.” He
lifted his smartphone and took several shots with the camera. “Now

I licked my lips and then swallowed, savoring his load as I felt its
warmth spreading down my esophagus. I licked my lips once more, finally
opening my mouth to show him it was all gone. He took several more

“Thanks, I needed that,” Martin said.

“Thank you,” I said. “You know I love how your load tastes, and the
bigger the better!” I sat down on the floor and rested my head on his
thigh. My mind wandered to how we ended up in this arrangement…


It was almost three weeks after Josie had moved out and I was helping
Martin pack up the things she had left behind when she stormed out. He
was working in the den on her book collection, leaving me with quite the
volume of clothes bahis firmaları in bedroom. He said it was too personal for him to go
through her clothes.

When I opened the drawer full of frilly lingerie my heart skipped a
beat. Josie was an incredibly sexy woman and the thought that I was
handling her unmentionables made my cock stir in my pants. Well, that
and the fact that I had been a closeted cross dresser for years.
Although I’m sure my wife suspected, she was too polite to ever ask me
if I knew how her sexiest panties seemed to always get stretched out so

I looked around the room, situated myself so that I was facing the door,
and then started pawing through the delightful mound of slippery satin
and sexy lace. I quickly paired up bras and babydolls with their
matching panties–surprised and excited to see just how many pairs of
crotchless panties were in her collection. She had chemises, camisoles,
tap pants, and scores of panties in all colors and styles.

One set caught my eye, completely mesmerizing me. It was a pink satin
babydoll with matching panties. The top was halter-style with a
sweetheart neckline and the front had a flyaway ruffled hem with a large
satin bow centered between the cups. The panties were tanga-style with
a bow at the top of the open crotch and rows of frilly ruffles across
the backside.

Temptation got the better of me and I made a snap decision that would
change my life forever. I put all but the babydoll set in the box I was
packing. I poked my head out of the bedroom door and yelled down the

“You okay in there, buddy?”

“Yeah,” he responded. “How’s it going with you?”

“I’m just finishing up the armoire and getting ready to start on the
chest of drawers.”

“I’ll be ready for a break soon. Too early for a beer?”

“Never!” I said. “Going to download some of this coffee first.”

“Right. See you in the kitchen.” I grabbed the babydoll and panties
and made a beeline for the master bathroom where I quickly stripped out
of my mundane boy clothes.

The thrill was electric as I pulled the panties up my legs. My semi-
hard cock was already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and I was
careful to not get any of it on the panties as I guided my cock and
balls through the opening in the crotch. One wall of the bathroom was
covered in mirrored tile and I admired my ruffle-covered ass in the
panties before stepping into the nightie and pulling it up my legs–
again being careful not to get any of my fluid on the top. I fastened
the halter behind my neck and stood back to admire my reflection.

I was preening and posing in the mirror when I heard the unmistakable
rattle of a hand on the doorknob. I looked and realized that in my
haste I had neglected to lock the door! I was trapped and had no idea
what to do or say. “Be out in a minute,” was all I managed to blurt out
before the door swung open.

I stood rooted to the spot, my cock even harder now that my secret had
been revealed–and to my best friend no less!

“Whoa,” was all Martin said.

<< To Be Continued... >>

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