Laying Pipe Pt. 01

My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.

Of course, by nature of thick walls and good door fitment, there were accidents. While Tom was clockwork with a morning constitutional and an evening shower, a timing I enjoyed, frequently haranguing him into joining me for morning coffee, Beth tended towards crossing the yard at much more unpredictable times, and often very late at night. It was the second time she stopped me in the hall, naked but for a very thin, green and gold, silk bathrobe, silhouetted in the dark passage by the guest room's lamps, and asked for some odd linen or toiletry- that I suspected there might be more. The third time, nearly midnight, with hair wet and skin goosing, the magnificent swell of her breasts capped with nipples straining spectacularly beneath that silk, she found me at my kitchen table and asked, "John, do you have any more soap?"

After a consciously indecent pause, I cleared my throat and stood, gesturing back down the hall behind her to the guest room. "Sure." In the spare bathroom, I opened a drawer with a collection of wrapped soap bars, castille to a red box of lava. She plucked a bar of inoffensive herbal soap and flashed me a bright, green-eyed smile, "Thanks."

In an instant, she peeled the bars wrapper and the green gold robe. A glimpse of her pendulous breasts, a bald vulva, and she was stepping into the shower, damp brunette hair dark against evenly tanned skin. She half turned as she stepped behind the glass wall of the shower, smiled brightly again, the half twist showing off a toned core over her motherly hips to good effect, and dismissed me, "That's all." I allowed myself another indecent pause, watching the older woman slip back beneath the hot rain of the shower, before retreating to my bedroom to text every hookup and notably horny ex I could find in my contacts.

Having been teased by a righteous MILF, and then striking out brutally and in a thirty mile radius, I was baffled the next morning when Tom, his hair still wet and coffee mug in hand, standing in my kitchen roughly where his wife had mere hours ago, was begging a bit of patience from me for their renovations. Beth had insisted on replacing every fixture with period items or exacting replicas- which were, now, only cast in a small foundry in Italy, and took weeks to deliver- normally, but this was 2020, and the world was insane. He laughed, saying he'd start chipping in for coffee.

The spectre of Beth haunting my guest room for months more twisted something insatiable in me. Both 51, Tom was a great looking guy and his wife was a bombshell. As raucous and horny as their holiday parties tended to be, I was, now, stuck, hoping, my neighbors were swingers, because someone was getting fucked if they kept showing up naked in my house.

Naturally, I promised Tom it was no problem, and they were welcome as long as they could stand the hike for a bathroom.

I was on my back veranda drinking a stiffly spiked cup of black coffee late that afternoon, enjoying the last of the sunlight, barefoot on the warm deck. After the explicit midnight flirtation and explicit blue balling by my short black book (...lots of theoretical promises next week), I was planning the evening's Beth hunt. What was her angle? Was she just in it for the tease, or was she soliciting more? I wanted her, but I suspected this was a game more about her control of our interactions than the sexuality, given how she had chosen to engage me and flatly turned me away.

Tom wandered over, announced they were downing hammers for the day, and headed into the house for a quick shower. The sin-pushing bastard I am, I stuffed a Nicaraguan cigar in his mouth and poured him some scotch when he emerged. Tom was a class act, and I knew- I realized- I wasn't going to go further with Beth unless it was confirmed their marriage was open.

There was a flash of color around the fence to Tom's and I excused myself inside to pour another cup of coffee and bourbon. I exited back to the veranda to find Tom bickering with his daughter Lacey. "Johnny shared some of his stash with me, I think you said something similar about your friend Able last year? Right before graduation? When I found you melting into the couch?"

"Dad, tobacco is awful, they're not the same thing, at all."

I started to quip, "Well, tobacco's addictive, but the direct psychoactives are-"

Lacey leaned towards me, "I smell whiskey."

I couldn't help but laugh and take a molten pull from my coffee mug, "Why do you know what whiskey smells like?"

Instantly, Lacey popped upright and turned white. Tom hooted as loudly as I've ever heard him, dropping the stub of the cigar and toeing it out on the deck. "Get cleaned up, Lacey, we'll go get dinner." He knocked back the last sip of scotch and vanished into the hedge between our houses.

There was a beat with just the crickets of the early spring night, Lacey was a long legged, flat girl, red halter top and jean cutoffs over a straight line. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's fairness and blonde hair, held up in a loose ponytail. I sipped my cocktail, the heat rousing me from my inspection, "Thought you were off to school?"

She shrugged, "Quarantine, we're all distance learning. And spring break."

"U of O, yeah?"

Smiling, she pumped an arm, "Go Ducks!"

I laughed momentarily and when we'd both fallen silent again said, "How you holding up? Things have been kinda crazy."

"I'm fine. I barely saw people anyways. Computer science isn't great for your social life, but I like it that way. But dad and mom are taking things pretty hard."

I shifted in my seat, "I hadn't noticed."

"Dad's practically retired, mom's working from home, and their house is the paint on the exterior walls and the shingles on the roof- their friends are all self-isolating and they can't find half the people they need to finish what they started last year." I realized she was speckled with plaster and paint.

I took a quick pull of my coffee and deposited the steaming brew on the patio table. Standing, my hand gently on her shoulder, I guided her to the guest room door, "Inside, ensuite is to the right, shout if you need anything, I might be in the kitchen."

Barely a step into the kitchen, the ribeye in my fridge occupying my mind, I heard a shout, "John! John, come back, please!."

Unnerved by the young woman's urgent voice, I rounded back into the open veranda door. Straight ahead was a nicely dressed bedroom, headboard to the left wall and an only slightly ancient TV on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, and in the twilight of the spring evening was Lacey's naked form, half silhouetted by the bathroom's lights.

I jerked to a stop and back stepped to the end of the bed, my body facing that of my neighbors' naked daughter. She took a step forward, I held my hands up warding her off and she slipped between, suddenly the naked teenager was pressing herself to me, blonde locks and blonde bush tight against my body.

I closed my broad grasp around her- her skin was hot, my hands felt coarse on her fair hips. "What're you doing, Lacey?"

She twined her hands into my hair, pulling but I resisted- she giggled, "I thought of something I need. It's been a dry spell."

I didn't need much encouragement, I let her draw my face down almost in reach of her pink lips, faintly protesting, "I'm practically your dad's age."

She stopped, her green eyes widened and flashed in the low light, a mocking grin on her lips, "You'll need to do a whole lot more if you want me to call you daddy." I was done. I scooped her up, a rough palm on either of her perky little ass cheeks, and hungrily kissed the young woman. I ground the blonde bush against the straining bulge in my jeans and she moaned into my lips, her hands gripping tightly to my head and neck.

I sat back onto the bed, her knees finding purchase, she was squatting pink pussy haloed in golden hair, hovering over my groin. She unbuttoned my fly, nimble fingers fishing for my hardness, finding it beneath my boxer-briefs, she huffed a laugh and squeezed at my shaft and balls. I cupped her face in my hands, and pulled her close as she played with my cock, kissing her again. Her tongue danced in my mouth, we'd skipped the playful make out and gone straight to mutual, horny straining. She tasted like mint and aspartame- I knew I was bitter and harsh from the crude cocktail.

She squeezed my balls through the cotton of my underwear, not painfully but definitely purposefully, "Get these off." I smiled widely and easily flipped the little woman to one side. She giggled, svelte body glowing in the evenings shadows, illuminated by the light spilling from the bathroom. One handed, I reached over my head and hauled off my t-shirt, with a pull at the center of my back. I was broad and hairy, a long career in steel carving a muscularity that was functional if not perfectly aesthetic, I know I loomed in the darkening room, shucking my jeans and drawers, fat, hard cock bobbing as I stood away from my clothes.

I reached slowly for the young woman's long legs, she laughed and kicked away, twisting and diving across the comforter. "John, John, what big eyes you have."

I climbed onto the bed, only a queen-size, and closed in on the wiggling body, "Fairytales- I thought you were a woman who knew what she wanted."

I thought for a moment that I had pushed too hard, her face fell, but sitting back against the headboard she slid her slender legs wide, her hands slid harshly from her a-cup breasts to her hips, and her left crossed through her blonde fur and split the lips of her pussy. The light falling from behind me, across the bed, sparkled in the milky pearls of her arousal as she momentarily pumped a finger into herself. "I want you to want me." she said, voice thick.

I snapped a hard hand around her left knee and pulled her into the shadow of my body, I kissed her throat, and she sighed, I licked the hard nubs of her nipples and she moaned, I sank between her legs and she curled her fingers at the nape of my neck. She was hot with the musk of youth, a day of dirty work clung to her and drove me mad. Her arousal filled the room and every corner of my mind. I fingered apart the pretty pink lips of her pussy and pressed my tongue into pearl of her clit. I lapped momentarily at her roiling organ and kissed the delicate pale skin of her most inner thighs. Then I slipped lower and licked at the bubblegum twist of her ass.

"Hey, what are you-," her legs clamped on my ears and she bucked away. I dragged her back, harsh hands on her hips, thrashing tongue against her knot, she slowly relaxed and I shifted my hands to her pussy, coarse fingertips manipulating her clit through the thin membranes of her hood. I could see her abs flexing and straining, her breath was hot and vocal huffing, she crossed her legs behind my head and she moaned shrilley. I restrained the woman and manipulated her button, toothless-ly gnawing at her holes. "Oh, shit-" she thrashed again, "Oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, yeeeeessssss-" tongue deep in her, I felt the pulsing of her abdomen, and kept driving.

"Stop, stop, I, I need a second, it hurts." she gasped. I shifted on the bed and pulled her winded face to my hideously ignored cock. "Oh, I-" I pressed my cock into her mouth, she slapped her hands against my abs and I briefly withdrew from her as she was gasping. "Hey, slow down."

I curled down over her, kissing her more gently. When our lips broke I said, "Not sure I can: I want you." My left hand knotted around her ponytail and I pulled the petite blonde's face back to my fat cock, her eyes were closed, but she took my rod into her mouth. I released her hair, and she rocked slowly, pink lips bobbing on my glans.

I ran my fingers through her golden locks as she gently pumped over my cock. I found the simple black elastic tie holding her ponytail and slowly pulled it from her hair. A wild mane unfurled, and I couldn't help but twist my fingers through it.

Lacey was gritty, her hair was full of the plaster and paint she had struggled with during the day. At the apex of her slow bobs I commented, "Yeah, you need that shower." I combed my fingers through her hair. The skinny coed twisted away, unceremoniously spitting out my cock. "Hey" she whined, smiling, "just shut up and fuck me." She spread her naked body across the bed, glistening pussy exposed to the open veranda door and illuminated in the light of the bathroom.

I stepped off the side of the bed and drew her hips to mine, hard cock furrowing her bush, "Put it in." I demanded, slowly thrusting over her. She reached between us, and as I drew back, pointed it high. I pressed ferociously across her clit. On the next slow thrust, she half found herself, and I had to bear down. Her beautiful blonde bush gave way as the pink lips of her vulva parted. I sank slowly to my root, groaning as I was sheathed in Lacey's petite body. She arched as I pierced her. I leaned close and nibbled gently at her left nipple. I ground myself slowly inside her heat and she gasped with each slow twist.

I had a hot body wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't hold back. I planted one rough hand around her neck and the other old meathook clasped her perfectly pale waist. I could feel her stretch and exhale sharply with every thrust. She stared, unlooking, from half-open eyes, as she convulsed and I thrust, riding her gasping moans and pressing her little body deeper and deeper into the bed's crown of pillows.

Finally, she went rigid, and kicked me back, petting her clit as her orgasm gripped her "Jesus, fuck, fuck, fuck-" She roiled a moment, spared my intrustion. Slowly, she stilled, chest heaving. Rolling onto all fours, she pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and thrust her hips at me. Her skinny ass was transformed into perfect, thirsty curves, thrusting up at me, and she groaned, "Just... just keep fucking me, daddy."

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, again, the cool breeze of the veranda at my back, and the light of the bathroom to my right spectacularly illuminating the pink gape of her hungry hole. I bullied my horn back into her wild blonde depths, hands bruising tight on her pale hips, she grunted, "Oh, god, fuck me." My thumbs found the dimples of her back, I was so close, I couldn't help but pound her. My balls brushed across the curls of her feet and slapped against her thighs as she collapsed beneath my thrusts. She was nearly in a tortured balasana, hands outstretched and clenching.

A moment's clarity, I moaned back, "Are you safe?"

"Fucking cum in me." she swore into the bedspread.

"In you? You want it in you?" I growled, thrashing into her narrow hips.

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me, daddy," she moaned like a mantra- and I did, I pinned her as deep as I could, Lacey's face pressed into the bedding, her petite hips split by my fat cock, I groaned and bucked a few last times as I filled her.

I didn't pull away immediately. We were both breathing hard in the twilight, her slight form flawless and gasping. Finally, I stepped back, my cock popping free and a fat bead of cum roiled from her used guts. I snatched my shirt from the floor and caught the swell of cum before it soiled the bedspread. "Lacey, hold on a second," She laughed, each quiver driving another white bead from her tightness.

That's where we were when Beth entered through the veranda door, Lacey face down weeping a steady stream of my cum, and me gently mopping it with my wadded shirt, cock stuck at half mast from the sight of the tight blonde teenager overflowing with seed.

"Lacey!" Beth cried, green and gold bathrobe in one hand. The younger woman popped upright, her hair the twisted ringlets of the freshly fucked, and wide eyed looked at her mother. Scrambling off the bed, her bush was matted messily with the proof of our act, and a streak of cum dripped down her thigh and the curve of her calf.

"Guess I'll take that shower!" She dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving me naked, in the dark, with her mother.