In the Neighbourhood

It was an ordinary day in the suburbs where Frank Taylor lived. Having just spent the morning working on his garden out front of the stout bungalow he lived alone in, he felt a quick dip in his pool would just work in his favour. Although he was fast approaching his seventieth birthday and having sped past retirement several years earlier, he maintained a rigorous schedule for himself, which included swimming for at least a half hour a day. The swim this day was one he'd always remember, though, as it was the day he met his new neighbours.

As he finished the last of his laps, he heard some noises in the yard next door. Hearing a woman's scream, he bolted to find the cause, only to see two teenage beauties spraying each other with water guns. The blonde of the duo yelled over if she could help him,

"Sorry, I heard a scream and was worried." He meekly replied, having just realized he was still dressed only in his swimming trunks confronting two gorgeous teens. At a loss for words, he followed with "I'm Frank...I live next door?"

Unsure as to why he ended that in a question, he quietly chastised himself as the girls gave a giggle. This whole time, they had remained at the opposite end of the yard as Frank, so he wasn't able to get a good view of them, but as they approached, he realized he was in way over his head. Both soaked from their water guns, Frank was given a chance to soak them in. The blonde who had yelled over to him was a stunner; she looked straight off the cheerleader team, with a sexy curve in her slender figure around the waist area, topped off by a pair of tits bigger than he had ever seen before; he sized them up as double-d's. She wore a yellow t-shirt, sopping and taut over her deliciously pert melons, her long blonde locks a dripping frame to the visage of beauty above. He made a little joke in his head, thinking her shorts were barely made from a square inch of denim, letting those fantastic legs out in all their glory. He wasn't complaining.

Her partner, Frank noticed, was a petite figured thing; thin and barely 5'2", but where she faltered in height, she compensated in delightfully adorable spunk. She just had the look. Every man knows the type -- black hair tousled, waiting for you to tell her the next adventure you'd embark upon. Almost in the spirit of anticipatory reward, her breasts outweighed the blondes at what Frank perceived as an F-cup, if such a thing were possible for a sprite so young. She was dressed in a white tank top, her lacy black bra completely revealed in her soaked state. On top of the tits, she has clearly ditched her shorts (or whatever garment she had chosen for pants), and appeared before the old neighbour clad just in black lacy panties. Her blue eyes, however, were the thing to stand out the most.

The girls noticed the old man's glance over their bodies, they glanced between one another, confusing Frank, but they reassured him in their tone by finally responding to his introduction.

"Hi! I'm Monica!" Chirped the blonde, "I'm the one who lives here..." she gestured to the house they stood behind, "...but this is Clara, and she lives two doors down. I guess we're both neighbours of yours!" She spoke with a delightful exuberance; Frank couldn't help but feel rejuvenated just by her presence. He offered her his hand in an awkward gesture of formal camaraderie. They both giggled, and Monica swatted his hand down.

"Put that away, neighbour!" She said as she reached forward in a hug. Her massive tits pressed against the old man's chest, and he felt a rise in a region he hadn't felt in years. He prayed she wouldn't feel the bulge, but it would be impossible to not.

She broke the embrace with a smile on her face. She took a mental note of his evident eagerness. Clara introduced herself by following her friend's lead in grabbing the unsuspecting senior in a hug, squeezing herself particularly tight, leaving him hugging back while trying to mentally undo the don't his pants withheld.

"Thanks for coming over to check on us," Clara started "but thankfully the only danger we're in is dying of dehydration." Acting on his buried male instincts, he chided in with

"Why don't you come use my pool to cool down? I've just finished my swim for the day, so you'll have it all to yourself." They beamed with excitement at the offer, but Monica furrowed her brow in a dangerously disarming pout.

"But I don't want to hog your pool...we'll only use it if you stay out with us!"

"Yeah! You've just gotta stay out with us." Clara added. I pretended to want otherwise, but when push came to shove, I crumpled and decided to stay with my new neighbours.

They reached the pool and, without hesitation, removed their remaining clothes, leaving them enrobed only by their lingerie. And I say lingerie with sincerity; these were no everyday bras, but some of those little lacy numbers. Frank already knew Clara was dressed in black beneath the tank top, but he was surprised how magnificent those tits were. Not even fully revealed, and he was ready to cum in his pants. He sat down, mostly to hide his increasingly stiffening cock, but that would be hard as Monica peeled off her wet top. Evidently, her undies were both sky blue, matching her friends' eyes perfectly.

Each diving into the cool water like slender darts through the air, they returned to the surface facing me. Their massive breasts fully seen through the wet fabric of their bras, Monica yelled out

"Hey! What aren't you in here?" Her beaming smile was irresistible.

"I just got out, I'm old and tired!" Clara pouted in his direction.

"Well, maybe we're too tired to stick around!"

Frank felt a tremor of terror at the concept of them leaving him as they swam to the edge he stood at.

"We're not leaving," Monica said, "But maybe we can convince him..." She looked over to her friend, and they hoisted themselves up from the water suddenly. They stood before Frank, and directed him to a patio chair nearby. He sat slowly, with the 18 year old goddess' standing before him, as though posed for a magazine. That's when they took off their tops.

In synchronized movement, they stripped their bras off, and tossed them in the old man's face. Clara moved to her knees, reaching for Frank's thighs. She slid his trunks down, eyeing his hardening cock. Cooing as she reached for it, Clara mentioned how his 8 inch cock was 'just perfect'. She took it in her mouth, slowly bobbing back and forth. Frank was astonished at the incredible sight before him, and with Monica posing and cupping her breasts. She leaned into Frank face and whispered,

"Do you really want to have fun..?" He gulped and nodded, eliciting a devilish smile from her face.

"I'm going to let my friend here do what she does best, but I need to use your phone. Is that ok?" Frank started to say "Yes" but was cut off by a deep kiss. She jutted her tongue into his, twisting and turning in sensual perfection. She broke the kiss as Clara took her lips from his shaft, moving to kick his ball. Monica stood and slyly walked to his sliding doors, disappearing into the house. At this point, he would have let her rob him blind given the special treatment he was receiving.

Clara looked him in the eyes and stood up. She slid off her panties, showing him a clean shaved pussy.

"What's up, Frank?" She stepped towards him, only to turn and aim her sweet ass at Frank's dick. As she sat, he penetrated her young pussy, and reached for her colossal tits. Grabbing at the titflesh, she began to ride up and down. He breathed heavily as the beauty he was fucking moaned in pleasure, pumping years of sexual frustration into this accommodating vixen.

Soon, though, he felt a familiar pang signalling his completion. He grunted,

"I'm gonna cum," only to have her jump off his dick immediately, repositioning herself between his legs, and lifted her tits to surround his cock. Clara lifted and dropped the heavy flesh, driving him completely over the edge. He cock began to twitch, precum lubricating him between those incredible breasts, and he came. Spraying her face with his cum, he was shocked to see how much came out. Spurt after spurt covered her face, lips and eyes, dripping over her tits, she barely had any skin showing through the blasting he had given her. She licked her lips, trying to suck in as much cum as she could.

She took the Franks softening dick in her mouth again, milking it for come, although he seriously doubted there could be any left in him after that load.

"Well, I didn't mind if you started without me, but finish? Hmph." Pouted Monica, having just reappeared at the poolside, "but I've never minded sloppy seconds!" Clara stood up, dripping with cum, and approached Monica. They embraced one another, kissing and pressing those impressive tits together. Monica licked the cum from Clara's cheek, and peeked at the old man, still in his lawn chair.

"Don't worry....we're not finished yet. I've got some friends coming over you might like.."