In the Neighbourhood Ch. 02

Being a man approaching the age of 70 and having just fucked the living daylights out of the bustiest 18 year old he'd ever seen, Frank Taylor was certainly tired. Monica, the double-d blonde from next door, and Clara, the petite raven-haired wonder, with her delightfully huge tits of what Frank only could surmise as F-cup, who lived on the other side of his house, recognized his exhaustion.

"I'm disappointed you're so tired after only one go," Clara said, "but I certainly am flattered! You should have a nap before other people get here." Frank felt overwhelmed by the fact that Monica had intended to invite her friends over to my house on account of the pool, and that maybe the fucking was just a distraction for an old fool, but he trusted them. He didn't know why, but he did.

"Yeah, you looked tired," Monica added, as she held her friend, who's face was still covered in my fresh cum, "if it's okay with you, we'll have a dip before anyone shows up, and you can have a quick nap -- you're gonna need some rest." She slyly ended with. Unable to break his sexually hypnotized concentration from the girls, he agreed, and shuffled inside. He heard them dive in the pool, splashing about as his eyes closed.

The girls outside continued to swim for several minutes, but they pulled themselves out and stretched out on the hot concrete, tits to the sky.

Frank woke to the sound of the ice maker in the kitchen outside his bedroom. He put on a shirt and shorts and left the room, finding a very beautiful young woman standing there, rubbing an ice cube across her tight stomach, shirt lifted to just beneath the tits. And those tits! Frank, almost grown accustomed to the sight grazed over them without staring too long, but they jutted from her chest. Her arced back amplified the flesh, but she had to be at least an e-cup. She caught him in the corner of her eye and jumped. Clearly of Japanese ancestry, Frank regarded her beautiful face her pouty lips made a shocked "o".

"I'm sorry! Clara and Monica said it was ok!" She started with confidence, clearly knowing her presence wouldn't be an issue with the old man.

"That's alright. Hot out there, I suppose?"

"Yeah, we were all laying by the pool, but I came in," she gestured to the dripping ice cube, "to cool off." They both giggled at this. "I'm sorry, though! It must be weird to find some kid in your kitchen randomly!" He told her not to worry for it.

"And you're not some kid, you look a fully grown woman!" He said.

"Well, I'm 19. Grown up enough, I guess.." The tone of this conversation became suddenly sensual, and Frank realized this girl must have been talking to his neighbours.

"I didn't get you name," Frank stammered, still awkward to the attention of beautiful, young women.

"It's Pamela," she replied, "but just call me Pam." A silence entered the conversation. The giggled again, and she said "I guess I'll see you out there." Sexy little Pam spun on the spot, her black hair twirling. Frank eyed her up and down as she walked away, finally noticing her orange t-shirt, and the fact that she was only wearing a rainbow bikini bottom. Frank poured himself a drink of orange juice and headed outside. Much to his shock, a hoard of beautiful teens surrounded his backyard; few swimming in the pool, and a line of others sunbathing, including Clara, Monica and Pam. A greater revelation came to him upon inspecting a little closer -- each of these young vixens (there had to be a dozen of them) looked as though they were 18 or 19, and all incredible stacked. The smallest pair had to be Pam, whose d-cup's looked more than ample on her tiny frame.

"They've all got to be models." He thought to himself, as he walked out to share the sun with these miracles. Clara, laying close to where he stood, jumped up and yelled

"The man of the hour's here!" and the reminder of the girls stood and approached. Monica and Clara stood at the front of the group of 12, and they just pause, each girl licking their lips in anticipation.

At first, only a few of the girls began removing his clothes, to little protest, but then each woman reached for him. As his shorts fell to the ground, he was lowered into a lawn chair. To his left, he saw a pair of F-cups belonging to a curvy redhead, and he dove in, licking her nipples. He felt his hands lifted to another pair, and then another, and then her felt a mouth close on his dick. Looking down, the lovely Pam bobbed her head on his cock. Looking around, he found her sight was filled with young beauties kissing and stroking each other, if not already working on him. Her soft mouth was paired with another set of lips on his balls, licking their wrinkles. Pam took her mouth off and began to jerk him off, only to have a curly haired brunette put her lips over the tip. As Pam jerked him, he felt his cum returning. His jizz squirted into the air, a load as big as the one he had not hours earlier, landing over Pam's soft hands and the awaiting mouth of the curly-haired brunette. Each girl within reach began to lick his dick, lapping up his cum, which he counted at five in total vying for his semen.

That's when things began to get fuzzy; he felt a pang in his chest, alarming him of a heart attack. He blacked out as his dozen vixens panicked, only remembering the topless beauties, then the insides of an ambulance.