Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  Chapter Ten

  Dave and Jake had gone to the butcher, Kate was cleaning around the house, Diana was upstairs playing her old records and Bill was outside mowing the lawn. I hated feeling useless. I begged them to let me help around the house but they insisted on me doing nothing. Dave told me to relax for once in my life.

  Dave’s old room was exactly as he left it before he went off to college. His wall had posters of basketball players. Hot tall chocolate men in really short shorts, i tried not to let my imagination take me away. Yum.

  An old pile of comic books in the corner of his room, next to his Lava Lamp, and a framed picture of Bob Marley. I began to suspect that Dave may have been a pothead. I would like to hear him explain that. I found it so hard to imagine Dave smoking.

  By the window is an breathtaking view of the pond. From here, you can see the other side, where a small cabin sat. It looked old and vacant. Below me, a shirtless Bill sat by the swing, drinking water and resting under the shade. He was still a very active man. I love seeing a man hard at work, whether it was doing housework or doing me, and watching the sweat drip off their body.

  The first older-older man i ever lusted over was my neighbor at my mother’s house. I was eighteen years old and he was a retired Chef. He used to always offer us Parmesan Chicken because he knew i loved it. Mr. Dean was a stud, and great dancer too. One day his shower broke and he had to use ours. I knew i shouldn’t have, but opportunities like these don’t come very often. While my mother made him some tea in the kitchen, i was blowing him in bathroom, trying to manage his huge manhood in my small mouth. He busted his load in my mouth and for the first time, i swallowed. Only because he was special. I slipped out the bathroom and my mother was none the wiser.

  I went outside to spend some time with Bill. His red handkerchief tied around his neck and a water bottle in hand. “Hey Bill.”

  “You’re up early.” He joked.

  “Ha...Ha.” I sat on one of the swings. “Mind if i spend some time with you?”

  He winked at me. “Not at all.”

  I had a plan before i came here, though i wasn’t quite sure how I’d get it done. On Dave’s lists of close families, Bill was number three, then after him was Diana. I had already ticked off Jake and Kate, and now that it was Bill’s turn, i was finding it rather difficult. This was the first time we were alone, so i had to make my move here, but how?

  Could i get Bill to fuck me? These things are delicate. You absolutely cannot force it, or it could backfire on you ten folds. We needed somewhere we could be alone.

  Then it hit me; the house across the pond. Bill had a small boat. I should let him take me there.

  “Bill, I’ve been wondering, who lives in the cabin across the pond?”

  Bill untied the kerchief from around his neck and wiped his face. “It’s empty. It was passed down to young man named Joshua. He went to Europe couple years ago and it's been vacant ever since. Teenagers from near and far take charge of it in the summer time for their loud parties.”

  “Do you think you could take me there?”

  He chuckled. “Why would you want to go there?”

  “It looks interesting. Just thought I’d go on a little adventure before Dave comes back.”

  Bill thought about it. “Oh well, why not? Let me go get the boat ready.”

  Okay. Step one was done.

  I wore a peach, pleated skirt that Kate had brought from France. It was really pretty, but most importantly, it was easy access. Before i got on the boat with Bill, i left my panties behind. There was no need for it.

  Bill smiled at me while he paddled. I wondered what for.

  I wish I could have captured that moment. Everything was so serene. The morning birds sang with anonymity somewhere in the trees. I didn’t know where the songs were coming from, but they were there. The trees lightly sway to and fro under the bright blue sky. Below me was my dancing reflection in the pond. Its ripples went on and on.

  “I love it here.” I said.

  He nodded. “It’s really something. I come here sometimes just to get away from Diana.”

  “Now I see who Jake gets from.”

  “No. No. Jake was a child of rock-bands and drugs, we had no part in that.” He chuckled. “I was happy to see him here.” He paused. “I was happy to see you here too.”

  “It is always a pleasure to be in your company.” I saw his eyes glanced down then up again. Ah, I see. He had been peaking under my skirt. I opened my legs wider. “Like what you see, Bill?”

  “Well, since you asked. I do. It’s quite a view.”

  Bill stared under me, all while paddling us across. “Up here, Bill.” I pointed at my eyes.

  “I’m sorry, I’m just admiring the view.” He kept his eyes on mine. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean…” He paddled harder. “Why were you sucking my Kate under the table?”

  My heart skipped a beat.”How did you—”

  “Kate was moaning in French.”

  “I thought you didn’t speak—”

  “My French is good enough.”

  I buried my face in my palm. “Oh my god.”

  “So. I’ll ask again. What is really going on here?”

  I rose from the burrows of my palm. “Well, you see, Bill. I’m here to fuck you.”

  He stopped paddling. “Is that so?” He then continued.

  I slowly rolled up my skirt. “Now that you what my intentions are, the question is, what are you going to do about it?”

  He didn’t answer me. Instead, his eyes pierced into mine, as if he was looking into my soul. There was silence.

  My skirt was rolled all the way, and my sex was bare and into the open, all the better for him to see. However, he wasn’t looking.

  His eyes, they didn’t resemble Kate’s. Hers was soft while his was sharp and punishing. Only minutes ago this man was smiling like any old fool who saw a younger woman’s sex, now, his face was stern and cold. I could feel the fear creeping up. I turned away. Maybe this was a bad idea.

  We had reached the other side. “Come on.” He said. “Let me show you inside.”

  On this side, there was no lawn, only gravel. Chopped firewood stacked on the east end. An empty marshmallow bag and a red cup got stuck in the wild bushes that grew on the edge of the pond.

  The Cabin looked old. I remembered a scene from The Fabulous Life of Veronica when Scott took Veronica to an old cabin to get away from the city life. Veronica didn’t last a day without the Internet, but it was sweet of Scott. It was romantic.

  I wasn’t expecting any romance from Bill. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect. He leaded and I followed him into the cabin. To my surprise, it was really nice inside. It had sofas, TV, a refrigerator and microwave. Everything that you would need.

  There was a picture stuck to the refrigerator with an Apple shaped magnet. A blond hair girl with pink sunglasses is drinking a beer, while a guy behind her made a funny face.

  Something pricked my bottom. Bill’s arms came around my waist and hugged me from behind. His arousal was poking me, and I made a sigh of relief. He was the dirty fucker I thought he was, and I was about to tick him off my list.

  He smelled my skin. “I haven’t been with another woman in so long.” One of hands grabbed my ass. “You have a beautiful body.” He licked the back of my neck.

  “Tell me, Jennifer, do you like older men?”

  I could feel him breathing on the back of my neck. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

  He kissed my shoulder, then my back, then lower. Before his lips had even touched my spine, my body twitched from anticipation.

  Then suddenly, he stepped away. His fingers were on his lips. “I don’t know if i should be doing this.”

  “What’s wrong?” I unbuttoned my shirt as I slowly walked towards him.

  “Your Dave’s wife.”

  “Trust me. Dave’s know what’s goin
g on.”

  “I have Diana.” He stepped backward until he fell on the sofa.

  “And soon, I’ll have her too. It’s only a matter of time.” I stopped in-front of him. “Trust me when I say this, your marriage doesn’t have to be so mundane.” I threw my shirt at him and he caught it.

  I could tell his mouth was watering for my breasts. “When was the last time you had any action?”

  “It’s been awhile.” He ashamedly admitted.

  I took off my skirt and stood naked in-front of him. “What are you going to do?”

  You could see in his eyes that he was debating it within himself. However, his body had already made a decision. His head slowly leaned towards me, like a magnet on a string, getting closer and closer to my sex, until his lips met my lips.

  I pushed his head and he flung back on the sofa. I rubbed my feet on his crotch and felt it fighting to get out. “Oh Bill, You’re hard as a rock.” I knelt. “Let me take care of that for you.”

  I pulled down his pants and his manhood popped up and hit me on the chin. I was surprised for two reasons. One; his dick looked so meaty and strong for his age. And second; his dick was bigger than both Jake’s and Dave’s. It was only a little longer than Jake’s but it was twice the girth. I stroked its length, not being to fully put hand around it. I watched it pulsed as it waited to be licked. “When was the last time Diana suck your cock?”

  “A very long time.”

  I gently licked the tip. Bill’s eyes squeezed shut. I sucked on the head a little more. He clenched his jaws. I deepthroated his dick, getting it all wet and sloppy then came back up for air. My eyes were watering already. It was the biggest dick I ever had to suck on. Bill moaned and grabbed the sofa, then finally opened his eyes.

  I licked along the shaft of his cock then took both his balls in my mouth, massaging them while stroking his dick. He knew I was doing everything to avoid deepthroating him again, his dick was just too goddamn huge. Bill pulled my hair and stuffed his hardness into my mouth. He held my face steady while he fucked my face.

  His cock slammed into the back of my throat like a jackhammer on a New York sidewalk. I was sucking on way more than I could handle, but I’m not a quitter. I relaxed my jaws and leaned forward, allowing him to have full control. I was not going to choke, no matter how hard he pushed.

  He pulled out of my mouth and carried with him were long strings of saliva. I bent over the sofa, persuading him to leave my mouth and stick it right in me. My sex was dripping and my juice ran down my thighs.

  Bill stood behind me, watching me arch and position for him. He was hesitating a little, and I was becoming frustrated. “It’s all for you.” I told him.

  The moment may have been all too surreal for him. Me, his son’s wife, was positioned and ready for him to enter. His hand went up and down his cock. He was capturing the moment.

  At another time, I would have blushed at how he was admiring all my features. I said the magic words. “Fuck me, Bill. Pleeeaase.”

  Bill snapped out of it. He used his hand to guide the tip of his cock to my wetness. He glided his thick shaft along my slit, each movement causing it to become slicker. He finally began to push inside my sex an inch at a time. I felt my sex stretching around him, giving Bill some resistance to which he would overcome.

  “That’s it. You’re doing good.” He said as he pushed deeper.

  I suddenly respected Diana even more for being able to handle his dick.

  Once fully inside me, Bill stopped his movements, letting me move and adjust to him inside me. I gasped. “Oh my god.” I wet my finger then began rubbing my clit. Evoking pleasure to balance the pain.

  He then began to slowly thrust back and forth, gradually building up the speed and depth of each thrust. My juice gushed as he went in and out. So big. So thick. So deep. “Fuck me harder.”

  “That’s a good girl.” He said.

  He pushed forward again. This time every inch of him slid in smoothly. If Diana could take it, I certainly could. I will not be bested. I threw my hips back at him, slamming against him. “Oh shit.” I screamed. “Fuck my guts out, Bill!”

  He grabbed my ass and started powering into me. It jerked me heavily, almost throwing me off the sofa. “Whose dick is better, mine or Dave’s?”

  I ignored him. I didn’t want to admit it.

  He gave my ass a real hard slap. “I asked you a question!”

  “Yours! Your dick is much bigger and better than Dave’s!” I said breathlessly. “Please. Don’t stop!”

  I rubbed my clit harder to match his pace. Soon i felt his cock throb and expand, i knew he was about to cum deep inside me. Originally, I had planned to let him cum all over my face and mouth like a little slut. However, there was a change of plan, I didn’t want his big dick to leave me. I wanted it to always be inside me.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh Bill, you’re so much better than my husband!”

  “Oh look at that! You’re squirting everywhere.” He slapped my ass so more.

  I felt my legs go weak and my body spasmed violently. Somehow Bill managed hang on and rode me like a rodeo. “Oh my god!” I moaned.

  “That’s my girl!” Bill cheered. He was having fun.

  The bliss had arrived. I relaxed and let it take over, sending me on heights that I’ve never been. The taste of blood entered my mouth from biting my lips too hard. Bill was merciless in fucking my pussy. But it only made my climax harder and stronger.

  Euphoria.

  He slammed inside me and held me tight. I felt every twitch of his cock and every spurt of his cum. Bill moaned more loudly than I’ve ever heard Jake or Dave moan. Like he had not cummed in ages. Shooting loads after loads into me.

  “Stay inside.” I tell him. Even then he slowly fucked me after he came.

  After a while, he slowly pulled out out, and I gasped at his departure. His cum leaked from my sex like a damaged dam. I was so full of his sperms, the heaviest load I had ever gotten.

  I collapsed on the sofa. My body ached from arching so long. Bill lay on top of me, exhausted and happy. “You really are something special.” He told me.

  “I know.” I smiled.

  I had accomplished my mission. Who knew my husband’s father would fuck like I had never been fucked before. He kept kissing me. This was a dream that he never wanted to end.

  We got dressed. I said my goodbyes to the cabin and we paddled our way home. I was still full of excitement—and Bill’s cum. I couldn’t wait to see Dave to tell him all about what just happened.

  My list was almost complete.

  Diana, I’m coming for you.

  My Son's Girlfriend

  Rachel was excited. Her son Adam was in town for a week for a festival and he’d be swinging by to pay his poor old mom a visit. She was doing just fine and was as busy as ever, but she let him think that she was a sad woman knitting sweaters in front of episodes of Dr. Phil because he wouldn’t call and update her on how she was doing otherwise.

  Guilty phone calls were wrong, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. Adam was an only child, so it was practically her obligations to stick her nose as far into his personal affairs as was humanly possible and even though she tried not to, she found herself doing it very often anyway.

  Adam was bringing his girlfriend Clarisse with him, which made Rachel think that it was a fairly serious relationship. She’d never met her before. Adam had a way of switching girlfriends nearly as often as he’d switched majors when he was in college. Rachel still couldn’t remember what he’d gotten his degree in after all was said and done, but what mattered was that he was happy and successful and he was responsible for paying back his own student loans instead of Rachel or his father, Bill.

  With all kidding aside, Adam was a great man. He’d become all that she’d thought he’d become and yet so much more. She was excited for their visit and excited to meet Clarisse. She was living alone at this point, after she and Bill divorced, a little over a year after Adam grad
uated from college. It was an amicable divorce with little messiness or hurt feelings. He’d agreed to move out and she’d taken the house and refused any alimony.

  She thought it was the right thing to do.

  Bill was at her house, helping her prepare. Adam was going to get there that night and he and Clarisse would be sharing the guest room. Bill headed out to the patio after helping her clean up around the house and organize the guest bedroom and bathroom and make sure everything was in order. He only grumbled a little about the work before leaving to do something he enjoyed, which was grilling. She’d procured t-bone steaks for him to grill the night before and now he was in his zen zone.

  She was still running around the kitchen like a headless chicken, preparing the side dishes and setting out silverware. She heard the marching thump of club music as a car pulled up in the driveway. He hadn’t grown out of the music he’d listened to as a teenager, that was for sure.

  “Bill, they’re here!” she yelled at him from the kitchen.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere!” Bill yelled back. She rolled her eyes at him and adjusted her shirt a little bit. She did want to make a good impression on Adam’s girlfriend. She was where he got his good looks from in the first place.

  A few moments later Bill walked in from the patio, wearing an apron over his blue jeans and polo, drinking a beer. He slipped his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt just as Adam knocked on the front door.

  She hurried and opened it and was greeted by Adam’s smiling face. His bearded, smiling face. He stepped up and hugged her, letting her wrap her arms around him while simultaneously pumping the hand of his dad, who was grinning from ear to ear.

  Rachel was asking him a million questions a minute. About the drive, about the traffic during the drive, about how the car road during the drive, about how hungry they were, how many bags they had. Adam had to cut her off to introduce his girlfriend Clarisse.

  Rachel shook her hand and Clarisse pulled her in for a hug, kissing her on both her cheeks before kissing her on the mouth. Rachel pulled back, her eyes wide, but her face bearing a smile as Bill just stood there and stared.