A Neighborly Affair Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 3

Summers are never long enough. Here I was eighteen years old and headed for college in September. What could be better? Ok...it was only a junior college, and I was on probation since my high school grades could have been better. I had virtually no money even though I worked off and on most of the summer for a neighbor, Mrs. Collins. It was a dream job--trimming trees, mowing lawns, doing handiwork, and fucking her brains out. I didn't actually get paid for that last part...at least not in cash.

With the death of my mother after a long battle with cancer, Dad and I had pretty much become used to a bachelor's lifestyle, eating whenever and whatever and not always healthy. Fast food chains provided much of our nutrition, and Dad looked the part. When Mom was alive, meals were always healthy and colorful: greens, fruits, legumes, and lots of chicken and turkey. With her gone, beef reigned supreme, with lots of starches and sweets to round out our meals. Both of us gained weight, but my youth and metabolism kept my body in reasonable shape. Dad bloated and looked like a heart attack on alert.

I had been juggling my social life around two women: Linda Collins, who lived down the street, and a girl I knew from school who would be starting her sophomore year at the local college, Sharon Williams. Mrs. Collins hired me to help around her house, partly because she was a friend of Mom and partly because she was divorced and couldn't do a lot of the basic household maintenance. As ...

... it turned out, she was also hungry for some physical maintenance that I was happy to provide.

Sharon and I had dated off and on, but it turned out that our shared interest was pure, raw, sex. She liked to fuck, and I was happy to oblige after some initial awkward attempts.

Linda Collins, as attractive as she was, was lonely and horny. After her husband left her for a younger woman, she became socially reclusive and, in effect, a forty-year-old spinster. Our affair turned her into a cougar of sorts with a voracious appetite, at least for a while. When my mother died, she cooled things considerably and wanted to be more of a counselor with me. I appreciated the maternal instincts in her, but really, I mainly wanted to sink my cock into her and play with her luscious breasts. As the summer wore on, she seemed more reluctant to engage in our sexual escapades, even though she practically salivated at the sight of my huge cock when I'd pull it out.

On the other hand, Sharon and I were just in it for the sex, even though our initial attempt at copulation resulted in my premature cream-pie in her unprotected vagina. Only after a second attempt did we find mutual satisfaction. Sharon wanted to fuck me whenever she was healed from our previous marathon fornication. I happily serviced her and always wore a giant prophylactic, or raincoat, as she called it, during actual copulation.

Thankfully, she preferred my prick unadorned for fellatio, something she must have majored in ...