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Don't you just love these? So when you're ready, relax
back on your bed were you rear built in, take
a nice deep breath and just hold it for a moment.
Let it go with the sigh, releasing all the tension
and stress of the week. This is your time, your
time to relax, your time for sensuous pleasure. For the
next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
Nothing else matters. The sun radiated through the windows, its
warm glow caress me as I worked to a banging
noise outside. Living in a private could de sac, I
wasn't used to disruption in the morning, ignoring my nakedness
as I walked across the floor to the picture window
to see what all the noise was about. A large
van was parked outside the empty house next door, and
two men were making an absolute mess of trying to
unload it. There really must have dropped more things than
they successfully removed. A young couple stood watching them, and
the woman grimacing on cue for every crash and bang,
the man squeezing his arms a little tighter around her
every time the two men dropped something. Well, I guess
the old Reynold's place finally sold and muttered to an
empty room as the sound of breaking glass echoed through
the morning air. The couple turned abruptly, painfully, obviously trying
to ignore whatever massacre was happening within the confines of
the van, Looking up. The man's eyes met my gaze. Gingerly,
he waved. Curiosity got the better of his wife, and
she looked in my direction as well, waving and smiling.
Ever the good neighbor, I returned their greeting, trying to
appear at least a little welcoming to my new neighbors.
Another crash resonated behind them, another family artifact destroyed. They
seemed a little more oblivious, this time, suddenly very aware
of my nakedness, and the throbbing morning erection was made
even harder by the gentle morning breeze and the fact
that this couple was obviously aware of my situation. I
returned to my bed, laying on the soft linens. My
mind drifted back to a number of times when I
was younger, when I'd been accidentally caught, caught touching myself,
caught coming out of the shower, cook naked in a
changing room. I'd always been an exhibitionist, but as I
got a little older, I'd let that side of my
life slip a little. But if it still didn't turn me,
I'm mike mad. The look in both of their eyes,
I knew I was impressively endowed. I've been told that
on a number of occasions, some partners had struggled to
give me blow jobs because of it. Well, that's what
they said, mindlessly stroking my harder action, remembering the times,
the look in the couple's eyes as they saw my
heart on glistening in the sunlight. Suddenly my hand of
a litter mind of its own, stroking harder and harder,
pumping my cock until the burning sensation of an orgasm
throbbed up my body, featuring their shock as my cock
throbbed wantonly in my hand, a tongue teasing across her
lips as she watched me, his cock stiffening in his
pants as he longed to join me. Fuck, fuck, fuck,
I shouted as com erupted over my abdomen, imagining their
faces watching me right now. Breathless, I relaxed back on
my bed, letting the after glow embrace me, giggling to
myself a little at the thought of their shocked faces.
Feeling no pressing need to get dressed or unteed to
leave my bed, I pulled myself up against the headboard
and grabbed my personal bond from the bedside table. Lighting it,
I took a long drawl of the weed, relaxing myself
even further. The boon I had been an impulsive purchase
when I vacationed in Amsterdam three years ago. It seemed
to sum the city up beautifully as a way of
taking weed that happened to bear more than a passing
resemblance to a large pink dildo. Smiling again, as I
let the weed move through my body down, I bet
I could shock those two. They looked so fucking normal.
An evil green spread across my face as my mischievous
side came out to play. It had been a while,
thankfully I had no work planned today. The bangs and
crashes from outside the house were frankly deafening. How much
stuff did one couple actually have, by the sounds of it,
A lot less than when they left their last home.
Hiding away in the back of my house, away from
all the disruption and chaos, I tried to read for
a little while, but that look in their eyes invaded
my thoughts. That shocked I had seen so many times before,
that look that filled me with lust. It was four
in the afternoon before I decided on a resolution to
the situation. I would meet my new neighbors they would
comfort dinner. Ignoring the surprised look on the woman's face
when she opened the door, I put on my best
innocent smile, trying for the life of me to make
out that they hadn't seen me naked in my window,
and note that definitely wasn't a drumming hard on that
had been throbbing in the morning air. Hi, I'm Nick,
I live next door. I know you've just moved in
and everything is probably a little bit crazy now, so
I just wanted to invite you over for an hour
or so, just so you could grab a bite, tweet,
maybe a glass of wine, and we can all get
to know each other better as we're going to be neighbors.
Know you'll need the break. An awkward smile briefly moved
across her lips, doubt plate her eyes. You're really that innocent,
aren't you.
Speaker 2: Boy? This will be fun. A crash echoed along the hallway.
It's eizing my opportunity, I pushed further. Why not let
the moving men do what they need to do, just
for an hour, and then you two can come back
after the dust has settled and get yourself situated. Her
lips started moving into a weak smile as another crash
sounded from the back of the house. That would be great,
she managed her Nerve's afraid fantastic? Shall we say thirty minutes?
It won't be anything fancy, just the chance to get
to know each other as will be neighbors and all.
Not giving her a chance to back, I danced down
the steps to the pavement and then back up to
my own front door, and shutting away their chance of
changing their mind. Thirty minutes passed quickly, and I'd barely
finish putting out some ordeus and perfecting the facade of
respectability when the bell rang, hurriedly placing the dial doo
shaped bong as a centerpiece on my sideboard. Always a
good conversation starter. You just knew one of them would notice.
I waited for a moment. When I got to the door.
Their voice is barely audible as they discussed the rights
and wrongs of being here, and decided to wait a
little longer, just to tease them a little more. And
their voice is quiet and possibly in resolve to return home.
I opened the door with a flourish Hi, thanks for coming,
I'm Nick, pushing my hand in the direction of the
nervous looking man. Catching them off guard, they turned back
towards me. I resisted the urge to smile even wider.
I so loved playing these games. Please come in and
welcome to Little Vienna. Moving back from the door, they
shuffled inside nervously. Although I couldn't decide if this was
a product of tiredness or being wary of me and
are meeting earlier. Leading them through to the sitting room,
I guided them to the sofa, where they huddled as
if they were seeking protection from each other. Jeez, what
do these people think? What's going to do? Murder them?
Maybe torture them? Well, okay, maybe, but not so they
wouldn't enjoy here. Some people were just so nervous of
me for no reason. Would you like red or white?
I ventured, God, these two needed to relax. A little
nervousness covered their faces. Exasperated, I decided to take control.
Might I suggest to red is not too heavy and
it will tease your taste buds beautifully. Without waiting, I
poured two large glasses of red wine and placed them
firmly in their hands as I retrieved my own. This
was going to be so much fun. So what shall
I call you?
Speaker 1: Oh?
Speaker 2: Sorry, unc Keith, this is Melissa, he stuttered nervously. Jesus
Man was headed toward a nervous breakdown. A pleasure to
meet you. And what do you do for a living? Keith? Oh,
I'm just an architect. Just there's no just about it.
You create the world we live in, and you, Melissa,
what do you do?
Speaker 1: Oh?
Speaker 2: I'm just a teacher, she said, smiling, seeming to relax
a little more into the situation than Keith. Keith creates
the world and you create the future. Minds. Fantastic. Reaching
for a bowl of olives, I passed them between them.
I've pitted them already, so just dive in. So what
do you do for a living, Nick, Melissa asked as
she took another large drink of red goodness. I'm a writer,
I said, trying to play it down a little. Melissa's
eyes white and enthusiasm glowing in them. Really, what sort
of things do you write? Many? Adult fiction, erotic romance,
mainly gay stories. Nothing I'm sure you would have read,
Melissa blushed as she finished her glass of wine. Perfect
I thought, Oh, I don't know, I might have done.
She smiled as I refilled her glass and sope you yet,
I amused, that's quite a minx in there somewhere. Standing
to retrieve another bottle from the sideboard, I deliberately moved
my bond, smiling to myself as I heard a gentle
gas from the sofa. She has noticed. Her eyes were
still wide as I sat back down in my chair,
placing the bottle of wine on an occasional table. So
do you write his nick or do you have a
pen name? Keith asked, probably a little more than intimidated
by the nine inch tall phallic bong and wanting to
change the conversation some Oh, I have a pen name.
People can be very strange when they find out what
you've written, especially some of the stuff I've written. Chad
Temple is my nom de plume, as the French would say.
Melissa gasped again. This woman was really getting into the
spirit of things. I've read some of your books, she
or but cried, Really, which ones? What was your favorite?
She pondered for a moment. Obviously it hadn't been that
big of an impact. Rodeo Cowboys, she said, her voice
full of excitement. Oh, that's a personal favorite of mine.
Do you remember any of your favorite scenes? Do I?
Schoolgirl excitement sounding in her voice as she continued. There
was a scene when John Catches Gave just out of
the shower, before Gave has accepted he's gay, and John
gets on his knees in front of him and takes
him in his mouth. That was so sexy. How you
wrote that? Not a blush from Melissa? She really was
coming out of a shell. Keith seemed to be struggling
a little more and was blushing in a fiery red heat.
Melissa Nick doesn't need to hear about this, he whispered.
I presume not to be heard by me, but it
was impossible to miss. Oh, Keith, you loved it. When
I read it to you, you said you would love
to try it one day. Keith's cheeks turned positively crimson,
and judging by the tentting in his pants, his cock
was hard as iron beneath the cotton. Many straight men
think about it, Keith, there's no shame in it, I said,
my voice, as calm and gentle as I could manage
what my inner demon was cackling manically. And you, Melissa,
is it something you have ever thought about? Oh? I've
given Keith. All all lots of times, haven't I? Keith,
all premise of innocence was gone. This woman was really
throwing herself into the party, I laughed gently. No, I
meant Keith having a blowjob from a man. She gasped loudly,
her eyes widened. Well, yes, lots, actually moving uncomfortably on
her seat. I could smell a lust from my chair,
her reck nipples pushing hard at the material of her shirt.
Keith pushed his eyes together, obviously more than aware of
the painful erection throbbing in his pants. Can I ask, Nick,
what is that on your sideboard? She asked, pointing to
my bond. Oh, that's a ball the smoking weed. Have
you ever tried it? Melissa? I used to be a
cheerleader when I was at high school and we were
forever smoking weed, But I haven't tried it since. Well,
would you like to give it a go? As were
all relaxed and amongst friends. Damn if I hadn't hit
the jackpop with these two, and I thought Melissa was
going to be the shy, quiet one. Go on. Let's
She grinned her hand, squeezing Keith's thigh in some unspoken
coat leaving them for a moment. I could hear worried
whispers as I retrieved my stash of weed from my bedroom,
along with a pot of loop. I had a suspicion
that might be needed before too long. Returning into the
room into my seat, I filled the bowl of the
bong and ignited the powdered marijuana, taking a deep drawer
of the relaxing smoke, passing it to Melissa. She did
the same, and after passing it to Keith, laid back
on the sofa, draping her legs over Keith, her long
skirt falling open, exposing a very lacy black thong. If
you aren't just full of surprises, As she giggled, she
let her hand move along her legs, deliberately pulling her
skirt back up a little before firmly squeezing Keith's bulging
erection through his pants. We'd always makes Keith really horny.
On our wedding night, we had hashcakes and didn't move
from our hotel room for three days. She giggled, and
then sighed wistfully. Keith moved Melissa's legs off his own
as he stood to pass the bowl back to me,
pausing before taking the bowl, my gaze meeting his. I
held it for a moment, aware of his hard cock,
which was just inches from my mouth. Is Adam's apple
bobbed up and down with the thought of what he
knew was going to happen next. Taking the bong, I
placed it on the floor, my gaze not relenting, watching
his tongue dance over his dry lips. You want this,
don't you, Keith, I thought to myself. Grasping the buckle
of his belt tightly, I loosened it quickly. Keith stood
stock still, like a rabbit in headlights, not sure what
he was meant to do as his pants fell to
the floor, his erections standing proudly just an inch from
my lips. Very impressive, I whispered. Grasping his balls, I
slid my lips along his shaft, sucking at the tight skin,
my eyes never leaving his. As my grasp of his
bulls tightened, he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as
my tongue teased the ridge of his cock, teasing up
and down his throbbing shaft gently, slowly, making his cockswell
even harder. I believe it was like this, Melissa, I whispered.
From my peripheral vision, I could see Melissa's eyes wide
and watching as her hand moved between her thighs, exploring
the folds of a wet pussy through her panties. Yes, yes,
I think it was nibbling gently on his hard passion,
his body already trembling. Oh, Keith, you're not going to
last very long tonight, I think, massaging his balls tightly
between my fingers, pulling them, rubbing them with my thumb,
definitely the loob and covered two fingers, while my tongue
circled the tip of his cock, my lips sucking gently,
tasting his pre comb, the heat of his desire burning
along my tongue. Already I could hear his moans drifting
from his mouth. Through the corner of my eye, I
watched Melissa plunging her fingers desperately into her sacks, thrusting
harder and harder as she watched me take Keith fully
into my mouth, my lips sliding up and down his shaft,
the edge of my teeth dragging along his erection, taking
him closer and closer to the edge. Pushing my hand
between his eyes, I teased his asshole before easing one
finger into that virginal, tight roaring of muscle, gently thrusting
it in and out. As my tongue swirled over his cock.
Feeling his muscles relaxed with the motion of my mouth,
I slid my second finger into his ass, massaging that
private spot just inside, and my mouth moved viciously up
and down his cock, faster and faster, harder and harder
as his body trembled. Now, Keith, come for me, now,
I thought, as Melissa plunged her fingers deep into a
pussy with one hand, rubbing her click with the other hand,
Keith's cocker rubbed it into my mouth, filling my throat with
delicious streams of his cumb Good boy, I mused, as
I sucked every last drop of cume from his throbbing cock,
letting his cock drop from my lips. I turned him
quickly to face Melissa. His legs weak from an intense orgasm.
He fell to his knees, his face perfectly placed between
her thighs, her fingers grasping at his hair, pulling him
hard onto a throbbing The sounds of his tongue and
lips eating her pussy echoed through the air. She put
her legs over his shoulders, embracing his head, pulling him
harder onto her, tipping her head back in ecstasy. Her
mounds grew louder, almost animalistic. Hearing her pleasure as he
licked like a starved animal at a pussy fueled my
own desire, pushing my hands over the globes of his ass,
my thumbs gently easing his cheeks apart to explose his
little rosetta pleasure. As I pulled his ass up against
my hard cock, replying lube over my fingers, I slid
them back through his tight ring, the alps from Melissa
telling me that I had hit that spot. As he
gouged on her pussy, Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, she
rocked her pussy against his face viciously, as if she
was riding a rodeo stallion. I could resist it more,
Looping up my cock, I stood slowly inside his ass,
not too far, just holding myself inside for a moment
as I watched entranced as her while passion rode his
face hard and brutal, pushing my cock firmly into his ass,
every muscle in his body tightened by the way Melissa
screamed in delight. He must have bitten onto a pussy.
As she screamed, I'm coming, I'm coming, Oh my god,
I'm coming, pulling Keith harder onto a pussy. She panted
low and hard, almost a growl, as her body convulsed.
My cock thrusting hard in and out of Keith's virginal ass.
I could feel the swell of an orgasm rising up
through my legs, my ass tancing as I thrust it
even harder, pulling his powers back onto me. As my
cock swelled inside of him, my fingers digging into the
soft flesh as I erupted in his ass, growling low
and hard as I felt warm come filling his most
private place. Waiting for a moment, but the trembling in
my body to slow before I poured from him. Melissa's
legs draped lazily over his shoulders as her panting eased.
For a long moment, none of us said a word,
spent and satisfied we didn't want to break the magic. Slowly,
Keith moved back onto the sofa next to Melissa as
she let her skirt fall back around her legs. Picking
up the bomb, I passed it to Keith, who looked
a little uncomfortable after his first ass fucking well, the
atmosphere was quiet, it was content as we passed the
bomb between the three of us, occasionally kickling. Eventually it
was time for both of them to leave, and as
I watched them descend the steps towards the pavement, Keith
walking a little awkwardly and slowly, I smile. I hadn't
had a couple of decent playthings in so long, and
it was obvious that these two were going to be
absolutely fun. They just probably didn't know how much fun yet.
So I hope you've enjoyed our return to Amateur Hour
for your weekly dose of erotic pleasure. As we get
wild in bed once again, but for now and always
with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild,
wishing you salacious dreams.
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