The Neighbor's Cock

Victoria looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was still flushed from her run, and glistened with sweat. She gathered her length brunette hair and piled it on top of her head so she could see her full figure unimpeded. Victoria knew she had always been attractive, but now at 42 she was truly in her prime. She was a small woman at just over five feet tall, and had always had a trim waist. But What had been A cup breasts in high school and college had swelled after giving birth into full firm C cups, each with perfect pink nipples that got hard at a moments notice. And while those certainly got their fair share of notice it was her ass and legs she found to be truly magnificent. Years of running had paid off for her and now in the mirror she cocked her hips to each side or turned and looked over her shoulder at her pert bubble butt.

Looking over her shoulder like this she had caught men staring for years, and boys as her daughter had grown up. She ran her fingers over her breasts and down her toned stomach to her pubes which she kept trimmed into a small triangle above her pussy. She kept it trimmed mostly for her, her husband Francis had never much cared how she groomed, and now with their daughter gone it seemed he found more and more reasons to travel for work. Not that she would complain. They loved each other certainly, but had become complacent and comfortable after 20 years. She certainly couldn't complain

"God damn." she said to herself and let her fall lazily around her head. "You are doing alright honey." With that she gathered her workout gear that she'd peeled off, tossed them into a basket, and made her way to the laundry room. After loading the washer she reached to turn it on and... nothing. She pressed start again. And again. Then began to look at the settings on the machine to see if anything was different before realizing that in this regard she was helpless.

The thought of calling an electrician or repairman drained the life out of her. Or worse researching and shopping around for a new washer. The mundanity of her life suddenly overwhelmed Victoria. She supposed she could call Francis and have him deal with the problem, it's unlikely he would complain, but also unlikely it would be taken care of quickly. Then a thought struck her. A new neighbor had moved in about six months ago, and though Victoria had never met him in she'd seen him working on his car or carpentry in his garage with the door open. Perhaps he could diagnose the problem and, she thought to herself, it really was bad of her not to have introduced herself after all this time.

So Victoria threw on some yoga pants and a tight grey tank top before walking out her door and across the street to his house. On the way she thought of what little she knew of the man. Francis had met him and said that he seemed polite, if a little standoffish. That his name was Jack and he was older than them, but she didn't know much else. He seemed not to leave his home all that often as his car was almost always in the driveway, except for weekly trips to the grocery store. And occasionally a new car would appear for a night or several days, but they never seemed to stick around for long, and Victoria had never seen the owners of them but she prided herself on not being one of the neighborhood gossips.

She strode to the door and rang the doorbell. There was no answer so after about fifteen seconds she rang again, and was about to give up and walk home when the door opened.

The man in front of her was a giant. He was over a foot taller than her and the first thing she noticed was his well muscled chest. He had coarse salt and pepper hair covering his stomach and was dripping slightly. Then her eyes caught what had to be the largest penis she had ever seen. Jack wore tight khaki swim trunks which ended mid thigh and outlined an enormous cock. She thought it must be eight seven inches and nearly thick as her wrist and it clearly wasn't hard yet. Her nipples stiffened against her top and she had to pry her eyes off of it and look up to his face. Jack had rugged good looks and appeared to her to be in his mid 50's. He had a close cropped beard which emphasized his square jaw and close cropped hair. Both had the same salt and pepper appearance as the hair on his torso. He had a towel draped over his shoulders and was staring at the woman in front of him.

"Ummm, hello." He said after a moment, and then Victoria regained her composure and remembered why she had come over in the first place.

"Oh. Ummm hello. I'm your neighbor Victoria, and uh, well I've noticed that you seem to be pretty good with your tool. Tools I mean." she looked down, her cheeks burning now, and felt like a schoolgirl hauled in front of the principal for the first time in years. "And umm, there's something wrong with my washing machine and I just don't feel like calling someone to come out if there's nothing really wrong with it." She looked back up into his dark eyes, "Oh and, god I'm the worst, I should've come over to introduce myself ages ago, and now you probably think I'm selfish only coming over when I need something and you're clearly busy..." she gestured to the towel.

"Woah slow down there Victoria." He said and raised his hands. She found the deep baritone of his voice to be incredibly calming as it washed over her. "You're hardly the only one who could be accused of rudeness, I've seen you out running or gardening and never said hello either. Truth is I can be something of a homebody when I let myself." He gave her an easy smile that made Victoria relax a bit. "And I was just getting out of the pool anyway, so give me a couple minutes to get presentable and I'll be right over."

"Oh really, there's no rush. Whenever you're ready, and thank you." Victoria turned and walked away. Subconsciously she swung her hips a little extra hoping that Jack would enjoy the view, and when she turned around he was still there at the door watching her go. She couldn't help but notice the heat growing in between her thighs as she let herself into her home. She quickly ran to the bathroom and saw that her face was flushed and her nipples were clearly visible through her tank top.

'Fuck' she thought to herself 'He's probably thinking that he found the neighborhood slut,' and the not entirely unpleasant image of herself on her knees in front of Jack came into her head. The Victoria in her mind fished the enormous cock out of his shorts and began to kiss along the sides. She felt his large hand grasp her hair and aim the monster cockhead at her mouth. The real Victoria's hand ventured into her yoga pants and felt her pussy. She was burning up and wetter than she'd been in years practically dripping. Lost in her fantasy she inserted a finger into her moist cunt and brought her other hand to her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. She was gasping and nearly ready to cum when a loud knock shocked her out of her reverie.

She looked in the mirror and saw a mess. She was practically sweating now and both nipples were harder than before and strained against her lycra top. She realized that the room reeked of sex. "Fuck." she said under her breath, then loudly. "Come on in, I'll just be a second." She splashed water on her face and quickly dried off with a towel. There was nothing to cover herself with here so she would just have to face him as is.

"Hi, sorry about that. I was just in the restroom." she said as she came out into the foyer. Jack was standing there wearing some paint splattered blue jeans with a toolbelt at his waist and a white tshirt that was tight on his large frame. She saw that he was looking at a picture of her from her wedding day. "Oh, don't look at that you'll embarrass me. Hard to believe I was ever that young," she said coming up next to him.

"I think you look better now if I'm being honest." He said flatly shifting his eyes to her. Instantly her face flushed and she felt the same schoolgirl feeling she'd felt earlier under his penetrating stare.

"Ummm, the washer is this way." she said and quickly turned hoping he wouldn't notice her blush. Victoria led him down the hall into the small room where they kept the washer and dryer that was also used for storing whatever things they had. Mostly extraneous boxes for her husband's business that didn't have a home anywhere else. Jack began looking at the washer he opened the top a few times pulled it out to look at the back.

After a minute Victoria began to feel awkward and shifted her weight from foot to foot "Can I get you something to drink. Water maybe?" He didn't respond, but closed the top and turned towards her. Then unexpectedly she felt his large hands on her waist and he lifted her up and sat her on the washer on top of the door. She gave a squeak of surprise as she felt the cold metal through the cloth of her pants, and felt him between her legs. He reached past her and pushed a button and she felt the washer come to life underneath her, the small vibrations of water filling the machine were enough to make her gasp. "You... you fixed it."

"Well it's simple enough, I think there's a latch in the door that's not catching when it's closed. I figured a little weight on top of the door would do the trick. Probably a couple books'll do the trick next time. Now we should talk about my payment."

Victoria became acutely aware that a man she'd just met was between her legs as she was home alone. "Wha... um. What did you have in mind," she stammered.

"Well you're still looking a little flushed after your run this morning." he said, and she blushed an even deeper crimson. "So how about you throw on a swimsuit and come on over to lay out by the pool. I could use some company and day drinking feels a lot nicer with some company."

"Ummm, I'm not sure..."

"I am." He cut her off. "I insist."

Victoria looked down and found herself staring at the crotch of his blue jeans. "Umm ok... then" she said softly.

"Good girl" she felt her pussy clench slightly as those words came out of his mouth. He put his hands back on her waist and stood her up. "Best not to keep me waiting too long." he looked into her eyes as he waited for her response.

"Yes..." she caught herself about to say sir and stopped. "Yes Jack." Pleased with the response he turned and walked back towards the door, leaving Victoria standing awestruck by what had just transpired. She walked, dazed, to her bedroom and began to go through her bathing suits. Victoria had any number of motherly one pieces that might be appropriate for meeting a neighbor at their pool, these were the first discarded. The entire time she went through her clothes searching for what she needed Victoria thought of any number of excuses she could make. She should just call him and say that she couldn't come over today, some forgotten appointment or... anything. But she realized that she didn't have Jack's phone number. Maybe she could just not go and make some excuse later. She hadn't spoken to him for the entire time he'd lived here before today, certainly she could return to avoiding him.

Yet something kept her digging for the perfect swimsuit to wear for Jack. She rationalized it as being polite and neighborly even as she peeled her yoga pants off. Feeling her own sticky fluids cling to the lycra and seeing her engorged lips in the mirror. She settled on a bikini with a tight halter top. The top covered her cleavage and ended with a band just below her breasts. The simple black top covered her cleavage but accentuated her breasts and trim stomach, but the bottoms are the reason she chose this bikini. Her husband had bought it for her on a trip to Las Vegas almost a decade ago, and she'd been too embarrassed to wear it then. It was a black thong bottom that now perfectly showcased the globes of her cheeks.

She pulled on the bottoms and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was the perfect image of a MILF she thought. She knew what her daughters' friends and boyfriends thought of her, how they stared at her ass in the least flattering of clothes. They would have killed to see her in this, but now even her husband couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to her. So she had to show off for the neighbor, for Jack . She banished the thought, 'I'm being polite, an hour or two at most and then I can come home,' she thought to herself.

Victoria completed the outfit with a simple semi-transparent blue wrap around her waist and large sunhat. She put on a pair of sunglasses in the hope that it might protect her identity somewhat if the neighborhood gossip were looking, as though there was any hope of mistaking her figure. When she knocked on the door she didn't have to wait long, he answered back in the swim trunks that he'd first greeted her in. Gone was the easy smile that he'd greeted her with that morning that put her at ease and in its place was a wolfish grin. She knew that he was a predator and she'd walked herself right into his den.

"We're having margaritas, why don't you head out back and make yourself comfortable."

"Jack I..."

"I said head on back." he cut her off, and she put her head down and made her way into his backyard. The feeling of being a schoolgirl had returned, and she couldn't help but notice the wetness between her thighs as she walked. No sooner had she gotten comfortable on one of several lounge chairs that he had by his pool than she felt his enormous shadow over her.

"Here, take this." Jack said to her. She turned and was greeted with the sight of his cock straining against the tight material of his swim shorts level with her eyes. Her mouth went dry and she had to stop herself from reaching out to caress it. Maybe if she could just see it she could get a hold of herself.

"Tori." He said, snapping her out of her stupor, and now she saw that he had offered her a glass. She took it from him and blushed again, nobody had called her Tori since school. To be honest she'd hated it even then, it felt like a child's name, but she just turned her head down and gave a mumbled thanks and turned her head down hoping the hat would keep him from noticing her blush.

The drink was actually excellent, and for the next ten minutes or so she sipped on it. Jack didn't seem all that interested in talking to her, but every time she looked over he was sitting in a chair at a table sipping his drink and staring at her with that same predatory look in his eyes. Eventually he did speak, "Y'know it'd be a shame to damage that beautiful skin of yours, why don't you roll over and let me put some sunscreen on your back." He was already walking towards her with the bottle in his hand.

"Oh, Jack I'm not sure if that's..."

"I'm sure."

She knew it was settled after that, so she rolled over, knowing that her perfect ass would be nearly totally exposed. She put her one hand at her side and gathered her hair off her neck and back with the other. "There's a good girl Tori," He said as she felt his big hands on her shoulders and neck. His hands were strong and the feeling of him gently massaging the lotion onto her skin was almost too much to handle. At one point he stopped and worked out a small knot just under her shoulder blade, and Victoria had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She was afraid of what would happen as he got to her lower back, but just as she expected him to finally start working on her ass he dropped down and started rubbing the lotion into her calves. He took his time on her legs, stopping periodically to work out a knot. Slowly, torturously he worked his way up her legs.

Victoria was paralyzed. She couldn't move, even as one hand took the full globe of her cheek in his hand while the other massaged the inside of her thigh, coming dangerously close to finding out just how wet the long massage had made her. "I'm going to need you to tell me what you want," he growled.

"Umm I think..."

"I didn't tell you to think. I told you to tell me what you want." He was now massaging her ass with one hand and the other was cupping her pussy, clearly soaked through the swimsuit material and providing a gentle pressure. Victoria moaned and raised her hips just a little, providing even easier access to Jack's roaming fingers.

"Mmmm Please" she moaned into the pad of the lounger.

"Please what?" His fingers were firmly pressing the swimsuit between her lips, gently rubbing the length of her pussy as his thumb found her asshole and was rubbing circles along the outside of her tight rosebud.

Victoria didn't answer other than grinding against his hand even harder. She hoped against hope that she could just cum and regain her faculties. It had been so long since she'd been this hot that it certainly wouldn't take long. She gripped the front of the lounger and tried to fuck herself on his hand, but just when she thought she would finally crash over the edge and have what would surely be the biggest orgasm of her life he pulled his hand away from her pussy and planted it in the small of her back, pinning her to the chair.

"Wha... no please, just a little more." she whined as she looked back. She saw that with his free hand he was pulling off the tight beige trousers that had hidden his cock from her. Her eyes went wide as it sprang free. Not fully erect and already nine inches and nearly as thick as her wrist with a bulbous pink head. Her mouth became slick and she knew that she had to feel that massive thing inside her.

"Tell me what you want." He said again.

"Mmmm please Jack I need it." She whined as she writhed against the lounger. She ground her pussy into the padded lounger desperate for release.

He came around to the side directly by her face reached down and took a fistful of her hair on the side of her head and pulled her up into a seated position. With the giant cock now aimed directly at her face Jack pulled Victoria into his crotch. She immediately began kissing along the sides and ran her tongue along the bottom of the monstrous cock. She relished the weight of it on her face and was intoxicated by the strong manly scent. She reached up with her dainty hands to play with his balls. She was in awe of their size and heft.

Jack was content to let her worship his cock. He let her kiss and lick all around his engorged member covering it in saliva before he grabbed her hair again and pulled her off for a moment. "Now, tell me what you want."

All that Victoria could manage was a whimpered "Please," while tonguing the air trying to get a taste of his dick again. Jack pulled her down this time jamming his cockhead into her mouth. He pulled her head up and down on his cock not going too far while she got acclimated. Victoria's jaw strained to fit around the massive member that had invaded her mouth, but she worked her tongue around it as well as she could manage.

"Listen to me you stupid slut. When I'm done using your mouth for the only thing it's apparently any good for. I'm going to ask you what you want? And if I hear another stupid please then we're done, and I'll send you home with a face full of cum and a dripping cunt like you deserve. But because I am feeling particularly generous today I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me what you want. I want you to beg for it like the slut you are, I want to hear every perverted thing that's ever gone through your pretty little skull. Do you understand me?" as he spoke he began to fuck her face harder pulling her farther down on his cock.

Victoria never resisted and relished the facefucking that she was recieving for the first time in her life. When she heard that Jack had finished talking she moaned her assent and lewdly spread her legs even farther to show that she understood.

"Good girl." Jack pulled her as far as she could go and held her there with his cock three quarters into her mouth and throat as he unleashed a torrent of cum. Victoria felt his cock pulse and his balls twitch as he unloaded down her throat then pulled out and shot three more thick ropes over her face. Her hand instantly went to the cum covering her and scooped more of it into her mouth, sucking on her fingers as she relished his salty taste.