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Big Dick

Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.

Being one of the first people to move into a new neighborhood has some disadvantage as well as some advantages. For instance, you have to put up with construction traffic until the neighborhood is built up, and clumps of mud deposited on the roads by trucks, and unsightly weeds until all the places are sold and lawns put in. On the other hand, you get the pleasure of making your place whatever you want it to be, and you have the fun of greeting new residences as they move in.

Although I wasn’t the first one into the neighborhood, my only other neighbors at the time were several lots down the street or across the small lake to which my lot backed up. Still I was just in the process of moving in when the developer started building on the lot just south of my place. As I worked to make my house into a home, I watched with interest as the house next door went up.

No sooner was it completed than a couple in their mid-thirties moved in and began doing the same kinds of things I just had. I probably had it a little easier, since I only had myself to worry about. On that first Saturday, I walked over and introduced myself as Gene Sherman. The man said that his name was Clay Bridges and his pretty wife was Tiffany, although he jokingly said that he called her Tiff if they had a disagreement.

I told them that they had done a good week’s work and it looked like it was time for a break. I had put three steaks on the grill along with some foil-wrapped potatoes, had a big tossed salad prepared, and some iced tea but I needed a couple of guests to help me eat it all. They smiled and accepted my invitation when I asked if they would help me out.

We had a very nice dinner and got to know each other. Clay was in management for one of the Big Three, currently assigned to one of the engine plants nearby. Tiffany worked part-time in the local school district offices. Both of them had grown up in the general area, although most of their time had been spent on the west side of the metropolitan area, whereas now we were located on the north side. They also enjoyed several sporting activities, both participating and watching, as did I. I thought I had found somebody to watch some of the professional sports on TV with me.

I had installed an in-ground pool in the back yard, which at a quarter acre seemed fairly large. I invited them to join me in the pool any time they felt like it. Both said that they would take me up on that offer.

Clay told me that Tiffany had been working on a landscaping scheme for their yards, both front and back, and she was getting close to being satisfied so that she could start work on it. I had installed sod all around my house and it looked nice and green, as long as I poured the water to it. However other than that, it was strictly non-descript. We talked about her plans and I thought maybe I should do something different with my own. It was late when Clay and Tiff walked back home.

Over the next three weeks, I watched with interest – and kibitzed frequently – as outdoor changes occurred next door. Tiffany always supervised when others were doing the work or bringing in supplies and she spent hours working on fine touches after the others had left. Clay came and went on his work schedule but mostly left the work to Tiffany. Frequently in the evenings, he would get out of his monkey suit and join me at the connecting fence to talk about whatever and watch Tiff.

As the plan for their yard took shape, I became more and more dissatisfied with my plain arrangement. I began to think of doing something different. Pulling out a note pad, I began to sketch different options. Tiff had used several berms in a variety of shapes to form sections in their yard. She used pavers to make walkways, planting trees here and shrubs there, adding flowers and ground cover in some spots. It all formed a pleasing-to-the-eye arrangement. I tried to capture some of the same techniques but with a unique pattern.

As Tiff began to wind down her activities, I again invited them over for dinner and after dessert, I asked Tiff to look at my sketches and see what she thought about such an arrangement for my yard, which was shaped a little differently from theirs as a result of the lake and angle of the lots to the adjoining lots. She picked the layout she liked most and made some suggestions that really made sense. Then she offered to help me implement the plan and Clay gave his blessing.

It took a little more than four weeks to get all the changes in, even with a local nursery providing a major part of the labor. As she did with her own lawn, Tiff pitched right in on mine and worked side-by-side with me when the contractors were gone. In fact that often caused me some consternation, because she would be bent over planting some cutting or flower and her blouse dropped şirinevler türbanlı escort away enough to show her twin beauties. Having been without a woman for nearly two years didn’t mean that my interests were dead. Nor was I immune when she bent over to plant a shrub, her gloriously round bottom framed so nicely in her tight, short jean shorts. If Clay was around, I had to try to avert my eyes quickly lest he see my obvious reaction to his lovely wife.

I thanked Tiffany profusely for her help. Without it I would have been lost time after time. Yet she always seemed to know just what to do when the inevitable questions arose. She had a natural ability to handle such events as landscaping, making a most beautiful garden. By the time we were through and reasonably satisfied with both places, they looked great. All we had to do now was keep them maintained and watch the plants grow into the trained looked we were striving for. I often told Clay that he was a lucky man to have such a talented wife.

As the summer and fall progressed, I was often invited over to watch a baseball game or then a football game as the seasons changed. In turn, I reciprocated and invited them over to my place. As other neighbors moved into the area, we also invited them to join us but not as often as Clay, Tiff and I got together.

One evening after a very nice dinner, we were sitting around talking and Tiff asked me if I’d ever been married or had a girlfriend. I told her about having been married for six years to Annalisa before she decided she was a submissive and had to have a master to dominate her. When I said that wasn’t my style, she went out and found someone who was. When I found her doing things with him that she wouldn’t do with me, the divorce came soon thereafter. There have been no girlfriends since then. Tiff seemed a little embarrassed that she had asked.

We got together regularly throughout the fall and early winter, often watching either college or pro football games. I was delighted that Tiff knew more than the average woman about most sports and showed quite an interest in many of them. She had her favorite teams and was not timid about rooting for them. Clay kidded her about just liking to watch the jocks’ tight asses in those white stretch pants but I think he was just joking. Tiff did blush when he mentioned it but it was all in fun.

One Saturday in December, Clay and I had just watched one of the early bowl games while Tiff had gone to have her hair done. We were relaxed in my den when he turned to me.

“Hey, buddy. I’ve got a rather sensitive subject I want to talk with you about.”

“Huh? Oh, okay. Go ahead,” I responded, wondering about the change in his demeanor.

“First, I have to tell you a little story. A little over four years ago, I was on a mission for my company. We had a supplier of a certain part that was having problems getting the part to the exact shape and consistency that we were looking for – we had changed the specifications for it between models – so I was the engineer assigned to work with them on getting the problem corrected. They were local, out on the south part of town in a rather rough neighborhood. I had spent a couple of hours with several of their people and was in the process of leaving to head back to my plant. Just as I got to my car, a load of hoodlums pulled up and began spraying the parking lot with bullets.

“I don’t know what the guns were but they were these short barreled automatics that looked like Uzis. Anyway they sprayed out bullets like a machine gun. I heard later they had some sort of beef with the management of the plant and I happened to be unlucky enough to be in the lot when they decided to take out their revenge. I got hit three times.”

“Wow! I knew some parts of our city were unsafe but that’s bad!” I said in awe.

“Yeah, well, I was just plain unlucky. These people had never had anything like that happen before. On the other hand, I guess I was lucky that I wasn’t shot in the chest where I could have taken one in the heart or something. None of the shots hit anything vital so my life was not in danger. I got pretty quick service from EMT so it could have been much worse.

“Good. I’m glad it wasn’t worse then,” I told Clay.

“Yeah, but not all the news was good. All three of the shots hit me below the belt … and guess what I lost. Nah, you don’t have to guess. Both my testicles were smashed beyond repair. That didn’t threaten my life but it sure didn’t do my family life any good.” He chuckled but there wasn’t any humor in it.

“I’m sorry. That has to be a major problem,” I commiserated.

“Well, yeah, of course it is. I will never have intercourse with my wife again. I mean it has already been over four years and we’ve got a few more to look forward to. I’m getting pretty good at eating her pussy and Tiffany tries to be satisfied. She’s really been good to stand by me this long when I know she needs more.”

“Mm. That just reinforces my opinion of how good şirinevler ucuz escort a woman she is,” I mused.

“Well, here’s the thing, ol’ buddy. I want to know if you will take care of my wife.”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked incredulously.

“I want to know if you will take my wife to bed and screw her good. She really needs it and I don’t know of anybody I’d rather ask than you.”

“Clay, are you kidding me? There is nothing I’d rather do but … but, man, think of our friendship. I don’t want to destroy that!”

“Actually, Gene, you wouldn’t. You would be pouring it in concrete if you would help her.”

“Holy mackeral, man! What … what does Tiff say about this?”

“At first she was dead set against it. She didn’t want to do it with anybody. But the more we’ve talked about it, the more she recognizes her need for sex with a man. I’ve caught her crying many times late at night. She didn’t want to admit what it was about but it was her loss of sexual satisfaction. As far as it being with you, well, she admitted that she is attracted to you and couldn’t think of any other guy that she would feel comfortable with except you.”

There was a long silence as I tried to digest Clay’s words. I couldn’t believe it, really. I had known Clay and Tiffany for just over a year, but we had become close friends, probably closer than anyone I’d known since my preschool days. And, yes, I found Tiff to be sexy and beautiful and there was no doubt that I wanted her but I had never seriously thought I would have her. So many implications …!

Would it hurt our friendship? Would it cement our friendship? Could I please a woman like Tiffany? After all, I was out of practice. Even if my mind said yes, could I physically do her justice?

Looking at Clay again, I asked, “When …?”

“Tonight, if that’s alright with you. That’s why she went to get her hair done, for you. It’s kind of like a first date, except she’s hoping to go all the way with you.”

“Really? Oh, man! What if I can’t please her?”

“I’m willing to bet you won’t have any problems with that,” Clay said. “Let me give you some tips about Tiff. She likes a lot of hugging and kissing beforehand, especially around her neck and ears. And rubbing your fingers down her sides and along the small of her back sends her through the roof. Once you get into her, she likes it slow and easy and then gradually build up to hard and fast. That drives her wild. That and softly rubbing the soles of her feet. And she likes having her tits sucked hard. Unless something has changed in the last four years, those things will make the night a success for her. Are you willing to do it?”

“Well … yeah, I’m willing. If you’re sure …?”

“I’m sure, man. You don’t know how grateful I will be.”

“I’d better go get some condoms,” I said, thinking about her safety.

“She’d rather you do it bareback, if you don’t mind. Like I said, she hasn’t been fucked in over four years so she should be safe. We trust that you haven’t been with anyone in long enough too. And she started taking the pill again last month. You can see we’ve just been trying to work up the courage to ask you.”

“Oh, man! I can only … wow! It’s been a long time. You’re sure about this?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah, we’re sure. We’ve talked about it quite a bit. At first Tiff didn’t want to do it but she finally agreed that she really did miss fucking. Now she’s looking forward to it.”

“Man, I hope I don’t disappoint her!”

“You won’t.”

When Clay walked home, I took a long shower and shaved. Thinking constantly about Tiffany, I had an ever ready erection. To keep from being so eager and disappointing her, I jacked off, which didn’t take long but felt great. I put on fresh briefs, slacks and a sports shirt. Adding a splash of cologne, I hoped I was ready for the evening.

They had invited me over to their house for dinner. I don’t remember a thing about the meal. All I remember is how delicious Tiffany looked. She had her hair freshly done and it looked great but more than that was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a white blouse with a deep V-shape in the middle. Although it wasn’t visible, she must have been wearing some sort of push-up bra, because her sizeable tits were pushed up and slightly together, forming a very noticeable cleavage. She had on a short blue skirt that barely covered her ass and left her long legs mostly bare. Well, except for thigh-high stockings, the tops of which she occasionally showed as she moved around serving the meal. The three-inch heels she wore just seemed to say “fuck me.”

Tiff wore a smile as if it was plastered on her face. Every time she came to my side of the table, I noticed that she would rub her hip or her breast against me and I had a raging hard-on before I’d been seated ten minutes. It felt funny because I knew that Clay could see everything that his wife was doing. He kept talking about some of the afternoon’s football games that we şişli escort hadn’t watched but later saw scores for and I kept having to ask him to repeat what he said. His knowing smile seemed to be laughing at my discomfort.

When the meal was over, I jumped up to help Tiff clean the table.

Clay said, “Hey, leave it, you two. Gene, take her to your place and have fun. Honey, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I was surprised at the implication of his words. I expected at most that she would stay with me a couple of hours. Nevertheless I turned and took her hand and we went out the patio door and walked across to my place.

In the den, I led Tiff to a sofa and we sat down together. When I turned toward her, she wasn’t timid but rather leaned toward me with her mouth slightly open. It had been so long since I had kissed a woman but it brought back memories of the good times before my wife … ah, let’s not get into that. It was long and tender and sweet and delightful.

I had thought we might talk some and get to know each other even better than we did but she didn’t seem interested in talking. Her fingers were like a hot iron blazing trails along my arms and into my shirt. When she began to work the buttons loose, I figured the time for talking was past and the time for action had arrived. My fingers began exploring her body while my lips wandered around her face and neck, kissing and licking and enjoying whatever delights she offered me. As Clay had said, she seemed to respond particularly well to kisses around her ear and neck. The more I kissed her, the closer she plastered her body against mine.

Taking the cue from Clay, I let my fingers rove down her side and around to the small of her back and Tiffany nearly jumped onto my lap. Her hand did find my erection and she began to stroke it through my clothes. After a few more minutes, she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

“Honey, I don’t think I can take much more of this. Please take me to your bed.”

Standing, I bent over and offered her my hand, pulling her erect and guiding her upstairs. When we stopped beside my bed, I kissed her again and started to unbutton her blouse but she pushed me backwards to sit on the bed and waggled her finger at me. Then she began to give me a little striptease to some unheard music, starting with slowly unbuttoning her blouse. When she discarded it, her breasts stood tall in a bra that only covered the lower portion of her tits. I wanted desperately to bury my face between those beautiful globes. Instead she danced just out of my reach as she began easing her skirt down her legs.

I licked my dry lips as she slid her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it. That left her in bra, thong panties, stockings and heels. Still dancing to that head music, Tiffany turned around and bent over to grab her ankles, looking back at me between her spread legs. I reached out and touched her hips … and I swear she burned my fingertips. She was hawt!

I didn’t even see her unfasten her bra but when she straightened up and turned around, she was removing it from her shoulders, letting her big lovely tits into the open air. She bent forward and put her hands on my shoulders, waggling her big globes against the side of my face, rubbing my nose in her valley. My hands came up her side until I cupped her tits against my face, breathing the sweet fragrance of her perfume mixed with the unmistakeably delightful smell of pure woman.

Tiffany let me lick her nipples and even encouraged me to suck them for a few seconds. When she pulled away again, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and began working it down, again moving as if to music. Slowly the little thong uncovered her pussy, revealing a well-manicured little triangle-shaped patch of curly hair, the same honey blonde shade as on her head. It looked luscious.

Tiffany started unbuttoning my shirt as I kicked off my shoes and socks. I helped her get the shirt off and she attacked my belt and slacks, which were soon at my feet and then kicked away. Tiff wrapped her fingers around my erection, still covered with my briefs but not for long. She seemed intrigued by my tool, which is probably pretty ordinary except that she had not touched a hard one in a long time. When she started moving her hand up and down the shaft, I picked her up and almost threw her on the bed as she laughed at me.

I climbed in beside her and we kissed again. Once more I started kissing her ear and neck and down to her breasts. She gave me free rein for a few moments but then her hand tugging me over the top of her told me what she really wanted. I carefully moved above her, working my knees between her legs. She pulled her knees back to open her pussy wide and a couple of swipes up and down her crevasse spread our juices over the head of my cock, lubricating my mushroom for easy entry.

Even at that, she was nearly as tight as a virgin and I had to work my way into her a little at a time. Not that it was a chore; far from it, every move was pure pleasure. And the expression on her face told me that Tiffany felt the same way. I tried to make sure I moved slow and easy since Clay had said she liked to start that way. Several minutes had passed by the time I finally pressed my pubes against her little triangle patch. When I wiggled back and forth, Tiffany’s face changed to reflect total delight.

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