The House Next Door

© 2008, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.

No portion of this story may be reproduced or copied for profit without the express written permission of the author. . .

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental . . .

A little lighthearted erotic comedy from the pen of BarondeSade for the amusement of Literotica readers . . .

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What in the hell is going on over there, Billy wondered, listening to the din coming from his next door neighbor's back yard?

Sounds like one hell of a party, he thought to himself. His new neighbor, Candy Dampler had only been living next door for about two weeks. But even in that short period of time, Billy had come to the conclusion that she was one more hard charging woman. It seemed like there was something going on at her house all the time! And it seemed that most of the neighbors were eager participants in the fun, so no one really complained about the noise or all the activity.

Or maybe it was Candy herself that stifled any complaints. While he considered her old, comparatively speaking . . . well, old was a relative term, wasn't it, he grinned to himself? Old—mature—what was the difference? Being eighteen, to him anyone over the age of thirty was quickly heading into the oblivion of old age! But that brought up another anomaly in his thoughts! Why then was he drawn to the older ladies? And by Candy's looks, not that she wasn't a good looking woman even for her advanced age, she had passed over into that territory quite a few years ago—maybe twenty or thirty odd years ago. But for a lady of her age, in Billy's eyes, she still had that something special, whatever it was, that drew men to her like bees to honey . . .

That and the other two assets that were always on prominent display made him stop and watch her every time she came swishing and bobbling up her front walk. You couldn't miss them, he dizzily thought . . . her big tits . . . no, not big—bigger than big tits. Or maybe it was the way she shamelessly flaunted them. They had to be forty-something-DDs, or even EEs, if there was such a thing, he thought. However you measured them, they were huge!

She had to be close to sixty, but the way she carried herself and the way she acted, she could have been a twenty-year-old. And her sexy smile—it could melt a guy's jockey shorts at fifty yards . . . Yeah, she was some sexy, old broad . . .

It must be a wild party, he surmised, by the sound of it as he sat in his chaise lounge sipping on one of his old man's frosty Coors. Music was blaring and Billy could hear the people that had been coming and going all day long, happily splashing around in Candy's big pool.

Maybe he ought to check it out, he told himself. Even though there was a fence between their properties and a line of bushes just inside the fence on both sides, Billy knew of a knot in one of the slats down in the corner where there weren't any bushes growing on her side. He knew of it because it was where he used to spy on Mandy, his previous neighbor. A pretty, older woman that hardly ever wore anything in the privacy of her back yard, much to Billy's delight and viewing pleasure!

Why not check it out, he asked himself, wiping a forearm across his sweaty brow and tipping up his beer for a final, bottle-ending gulp.

Reaching down and crudely scratching his big balls through his short pants, he pushed up out of the lounge and casually looked around to see if his parents were watching him from the house. Seeing no indication of any such activity, he nonchalantly sauntered down into the corner of his back yard. Taking another furtive look around, he quickly parted the bushes and darted behind them. Then, with one last peek back at the house and he knelt down and turned his attention to the knothole in the fence.

Leaning toward the fence, he stuck his eye up to the hole and cautiously peered out through it.

"HOLY FUCK!" he grunted out loud as his eyes swept over Candy's back yard and pool!

Every single person in her back yard was NAKED! Fucking bare-assed—tits a floppin'—dicks a flouncin'--NAKED! What in the fuck was going on, he giddily wondered, his eyes poring over the acres and acres of bare flesh frolicking around in Candy's back yard and pool? Just then his eyes brushed over a banner that was hanging just above the bar where several nudies were hanging out . . . in more ways than one, he laughed to himself.

"HAPPY NATIONAL NUDE DAY & SWAPFEST", the banner proclaimed as it limply hung in the humid afternoon air. Then Billy noticed some letters down in the corner of the dangling banner.

S.C.A.N.G.O.G.

National Nude Day? He'd never heard of any such thing, he giddily thought! But what did the other letters stand for? S.C.A.N.G.O.G. He had no clue, but it all sounded like his kind of holiday! And his kind of party!

Then he spotted Candy talking to a fat, balding, little gnome of a man who was blatantly ogling her huge, pendulous breasts. And Billy could definitely see why! Billy had never seen a bigger pair of tits than the gorgeous pair she was proudly displaying. Staring at the twin melons of tanned perfection, each tipped with a big, knobby nipple protruding out from its darkened cup of pebbled flesh, Billy could only imagine what it would be like to wrap his hands around them. Wrap his hands around them and dive down in between them to never be seen again.

The man talking to Candy was apparently having similar thoughts as he ogled the droopy treasures while the tanned giants seemed to be defiantly returning his gluttonous leer.

As the fat man gawked, Billy's leering eyes roamed all over Candy's naked body, taking in all the wondrous sights openly displayed for all to see. From her gigantic, jiggling breasts, to her slightly rounded tummy, down to the furry bush covering the Y of her belly, and down her long, curvaceous legs that seem to stretch for miles down from the furry Y! Billy took it all in. And in almost no time at all, found himself in the final stages of petrifaction, the almost continual state he was in lately. So were the burdens of a growing boy, he groaned to himself, clutching his hard cock through his short pants . . .

Then, the troll, sensing an opening as Candy lifted her beer up to her pretty, red lips, made a grab for one of her dangling breasts. But, before the little man could even touch the beautiful mountain of tanned skin, Candy gave the man a coy smile and brushed his hand away as if it were a fly trying to light on one of her bountiful trophies.

Billy couldn't hear what she said to the man, but she smiled condescendingly as the man slowly turned, making his limp, but substantial penis flop about impotently as he waddled off toward another well-endowed female.

As the little man plodded off, Billy watched Candy regally survey the crowd--a queen searching for a subject worthy of her presence, he thought. After several moments, apparently finding no likely candidate, she gave her head a toss, making the obviously fake, blond hair atop her head flounce and shimmer in the hot afternoon sun. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she went strolling over to the bar with her gigantic tits rolling and bobbling in sweet coordination with the seductive roll of her flawless, tanned ass. Based on the dark tan skin of her delightful ass, this obviously wasn't her first time out in the sun in the nude, he told himself.

Staring through the knothole, Billy wished that there was a way he could get invited to the party as he panned his eyes around over the naked the partygoers. As he did, he realized that the youngest attendees appeared to be in their mid thirties. And the vast majority of the women, like their hostess, Candy, were well endowed in the mammary department. And bizarrely, all the men's cocks, although hanging down limply, seemed to be larger than average also . . . or maybe it was just his runaway imagination . . .

What if, he giddily thought! What if he just strolled up and invited himself to the party. He looked old for his eighteen years. And could easily pass for twenty-one. He could just tell Candy that he heard the party going on and since they hadn't formally met, he was just coming over to introduce himself. Maybe she would invite him in, and then, he grinned lecherously, not much telling where things might lead! After all it was National Nude Day and Swapfest . . .

Well, shyness had never been a bother for him, he laughed to himself, staggering back out of the bushes, brushing himself off as he came stumbling out.

"Oh, there you are," he heard his father, Marty holler from the back door. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, I just remembered that I threw a Frisbee in the bushes the other day when I was playing with Spot," he grinned guiltily. "I was looking for it, but I couldn't find it! Maybe it went over into Mrs. Dampler's yard . . ."

"Well, I'm sure she would have said something if it had," his father, said, turning and stepping back inside the house.

Still brushing his clothes off, he checked to make sure his aroused state of excitement wasn't that obvious and went strolling into the house.

As he stepped inside, he saw his mother, Susan, standing at the bar. As usual, she was wearing a tiny, string bikini as she stirred a pair of drinks. Damn, he grunted to himself, feeling another spark of excitement fire off down in his cock. Why didn't she wear some clothes, he asked himself, running his eyes over her scantily clad body. The way she dressed certainly made it hard on a teenage boy . . . in more ways than one . . . even if that boy was her son . . .

"Hi, dear . . . would you like a cold drink?" he heard her ask as she turned toward him.

He couldn't keep from dropping his eyes down to her big tits as they jiggled and bobbed inside the tiny, white bikini she wore. The stretchy cups of the bikini were so small, they barely even concealed her darkened areolas that were still faintly visible through the thin cloth.

Milk? Got Milk, he sickly thought!

"Uh, no, uh, I think, uh, I think I'm gonna go over to Tommy's for a while," he grunted, finally able to tear his eyes off her jiggling breasts.

"Well, have fun," she smiled, seeming to ignore his leering gawk, picking up the glasses and starting for the couch where his father now sat watching television.

"Uh, yeah, I'll try," Billy muttered, following her with his eyes as she swished over toward the couch with the drinks in her hands.

Watching her, Billy listened to the sexy clack of her high heels on the marble floor. The thong of her bikini had ridden down into the crack of her lovely ass exposing the firm ass-cheeks that now sensually rippled and quivered with each strutting step she took. Then, when she reached the couch, his eyes lifted up to her breasts again as they threatened to spill out of her bikini top when she leaned down and handed Marty his drink.

She's your mother, fool, he muttered to himself. You're gonna go to hell if you don't stop leering at her all the time like some kind of lovesick fool. Your mother! So, stop it and behave like a son should . . .

Shaking his head to clear the picture of his mother's beautiful ass and tits out of his brain it, he turned and headed out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his mother hadn't followed him to the door. Then, when he didn't see her, he quickly darted across the yard to Candy's front door.

Another quick, nervous glance back at his house, then with a deep breath, he reached up and rang the doorbell.

He heard its muffled ring on the other side of the door as he stood nervously shuffling his feet, waiting for someone to answer the door.

Suddenly, the door opened and Billy found himself face to face with Candy Dampler. Their eyes briefly met and a big, happy smile brightened her pretty face. Disappointedly, Billy saw that she was now wearing a short, mid-thigh wrap around gown of pink satin.

"Well, hello, there," she said in a low, sultry voice that caused an immediate reaction down inside Billy's short pants.

"Uh, hi, uh, Ms. Dampler, uh, I'm, I'm Billy Waithe, uh, your neighbor," Billy stammered, his eyes dropping down to the obvious swell of her mammoth bosom jutting out against the shimmering, pink satin.

So much for not being bashful, moron, he told himself.

"I know," she smiled, watching his eyes slowly meander back up to her face. "So, Billy Waithe, what can I do for you?"

"I just heard all the noise," he said, finally getting back some of his courage as his lips slowly began to form a grin. "Sounds like quite a party, so I just thought I would come over and introduce myself . . . uh, us being neighbors and all . . ."

"Well, Billy Waithe," she laughed softly, "come on in . . ."

As he stepped into the house, he saw another woman, apparently nude, peeking out through from the kitchen.

"Amanda, dear . . ." Candy drawled in her low, sexy voice, pushing the front door shut and reaching down to the belt wrapped around her waist.

"Yes, Candy . . ." the woman said, stepping out into the living room with her big bare tits bobbling and jiggling beautifully as she shamelessly strolled toward Candy and Billy.

Now this is my kind of party, Billy dizzily thought, trying to keep his eyes from bugging out of his head. Then, to his shocked amazement, Billy felt another spasm of excitement fire off in his cock as Candy's gown went slithering down off her shoulders to reveal her dynamic duo once again.

"Darling, this is my neighbor, Billy Waithe," Candy purred, watching the other woman step up beside them.

"Hi, Billy Waithe," Amanda grinned, appreciably running her eyes up and down his body.

"Could you be a dear, while I show him around and take over for a while as the hostess . . ."

"But, of course, dear," Amanda murmured, taking the gown from Candy.

"The hostess with the mostest," Candy softly giggled, gently cupping one of Amanda's jiggling breasts and giving the lightly-freckled globe of tan flesh a gentle squeeze.

"Hardly . . ." Amanda softly laughed, running her fingertips over one of Candy's immense, tanned breasts, pausing for a moment to finger the bulging nipple sticking out of its darkened tip. "Not when these are around . . ."

"Oh, Amanda . . ." Candy simpered softly.

Then, as Amanda wrapped the gown around herself and gave the pink belt a quick jerk, she stopped and put her hand in the middle of Billy's chest, stopping him in his tracks.

"That's as far as you go, Billy Waithe . . . dressed like that," she said, a coy smile on her full, red lips as she reached for one of the coat hangers that hung from a coat rack by the door. "Rules are rules . . . and after all—this is National Nude Day, you know . . ."

"Never heard of it," Billy grinned, "but it sounds like a nice way to keep cool on a hot, sticky summer day."

"Well, if you want to come inside, you'll have to take it off . . . take it all off!" Candy grinned, stepping back and expectantly watching him.

"Uh, okay . . . okay if that's what it's gonna take," Billy grinned bashfully, reaching down and quickly peeling his tee shirt up over his chest and head to bare his muscular, chiseled pecs to the delight of the women.

"Ummmmm . . . nice," Amanda cooed, reaching out and flicking one of his tiny, hard nipples with the tip of a long, red fingernail.

"Very," Candy murmured, stepping back and dropping her eyes down to his crotch as Billy hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his short pants.

"Well, here goes nothing," Billy said hesitantly, smiling sheepishly and pushing his shorts down over his hips.

"I would hardly call that nothing," Candy snickered as Billy's half-hard cock suddenly flopped out into the open.

"Uh, sorry," he apologized for his obvious state of arousal, realizing that all of the men he had seen earlier had been sporting limp dicks. "This is all new to me . . ."

"Never mind, dear," Candy laughed, taking hold of his hand as he stepped out of his shorts fighting to keep his cock from getting any harder. "Happens to them all on their first Nude Day, doesn't it Amanda . . ."

"It sure does . . . I'll get his clothes," Amanda smiled, bending down to pick up Billy's shorts, making her big, droopy tits flounder about wildly, drawing Billy's eyes back to them.

"Thank you, Amanda, dear," Candy said, leading Billy across the living room toward the back door. "I'll show him around . . .

"Have fun, Billy Waithe," Amanda chuckled, hanging his shorts on the hanger.

Listening to the clack of Candy's stiletto heels on the hardwood floor, Billy couldn't keep his eyes off the rippling majesty of her tan, round ass as it quivered and jiggled with each step she took.

"Like it?" Candy asked, stopping at the back door.

"Uh, like what?" he asked, his cheeks turning bright red.

"My ass, silly, what else?" she laughed, seeing his embarrassment. "I could feel your eyes all over it . . ."

"Uh, uh, yeah, uh, it's beautiful," he muttered, his face reddening even more, unaccustomed to Candy's frank openness and seeming total lack of modesty. "But I'll bet you're used to that!"

"Well, you're off on the right step, you silver tongued devil, you," she snickered, reaching over and running her long, crimson fingernails along his hardening penis.

"Right step to what?" he hopefully asked, failing miserably to keep his cock from getting any harder as he noticed several of the women were already giggling, staring and pointing at it.

"To becoming a member," she said, sweeping her hand around at the group of naked people milling around by the pool. "The Swap Club and Nudist Group of Gainesville!"

"Oh! S.C.A.N.G.O.G." Billy grunted, dropping his hand down to cover his now fully erect penis.

"This is our annual Nude Day-Swapfest," Candy grinned.

"Nude Day-Swapfest?" Billy choked out. "The Swap Club and Nudist Group of Gainesville?"

"Yes," she laughed softly. "We hold our biggest swapfest on National Nude Day—it just seems so appropriate—and all seems to go hand in hand . . . among other things!"

"What do you—do you have to do—to join?" he asked her, stunned at the sudden turn of events.

"Just have the qualifying attributes," she chuckled, curling her hand around his penis, making it jerk and twitch in her hand. "That would be anything more than six and a half inches . . . and this one . . . seven and a half . . . seven and three quarters, at least . . . maybe more, I'd say!"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," he mumbled, staring down at her hand fisted around his big cock, knowing that she had been right on . . . it had been seven and three-quarters the last time he measured it. She certainly had an eye for a cock, he giddily thought. Must have seen a few in her time . . .

"And the women—what do their, uh, attributes have to be?" he snickered.

"36 Cs, at a bare minimum," Candy proclaimed, thrusting her giant hooters out at him.

"Looks like you qualify several times over," Billy smirked, ogling her dangling treasures.

"48 EEs, if that means anything to you," she laughed, looking down at her tanned trophies.

"That's all there is to it? Just have a big dick or big tits?" Billy smiled, feeling her hand tighten around his jutting cock.

"And you have to have a sponsor," she murmured, giving his penis another hard squeeze.

"A sponsor?" he asked, watching her gorgeous tits bobble and bounce as she slowly worked her hand up and down his stiff, jutting cock.

Billy heard a few snickers and giggles from the crowd of revelers that were slowly forming around them.

"A sponsor is usually a wife, or a husband, or someone who will attend the meetings with you so you can swap," she giggled, working her hand up and down faster as several women, and a couple of men slowly crept closer, grinning and leering at his hard cock.