Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  Bernard rounded the house and tried to walk in the back of the garage without her noticing. She was standing in the doorway with her arms still crossed. She knew he was trying to sneak by.

  She looked over at Tilly’s house and back at Bernard. She tilted her head and looked down at his crotch. Carla smacked her lips and grabbed the front of his jeans. It hurt, he was afraid, and he thought he might cum, if she didn’t let go.

  “Well, well,” she said.

  Carla undid his belt and unzipped his fly halfway. He thought she was going to do him right there in the garage. This was a great day. He took a step toward her to get out of sight of the neighbors, but then he wondered if he might be able to peek at Tilly while Carla was blowing him. He thought he might cum hard enough to blast her out through the front of the garage.

  Carla pushed him back a step back into the doorway at arm’s length. “Nice try. Not a chance, you dirty, old man.”

  Her hand snaked into his boxers and wrapped around his throbbing, hard cock. She tugged at him somewhere between pleasure and punishment.

  “I’m not that old.” He whispered with a half smile.

  “Too old for that tight ass piece of trim showing her goods across our fence.”

  Carla’s fingers loosened and she slid her hand up and down the length of his cock inside his boxers with a more sensual touch.

  “Just introducing myself and watering the bushes.”

  “Mmm, do you want to fertilize her bushes, Berny? Is that what this fat dick is about?”

  “No. I don’t know. You see things and your body reacts. It’s not like I was jumping the fence to fuck her, Carla. You saw what I saw. It was just looking. Nothing else.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Carla squeezed and Bernard grunted. He held on to the doorframe for balance. She went back to stroking and said, “So, what did the little neon pink pop tart have to say?”

  “She wants us to come over some time. Both of us.”

  “Oh, great. I’ll start baking a pie right now.”

  Bernard swallowed and licked his lips. “She’s alone. Going to school. It wouldn’t hurt for us to be neighborly and look out for her.”

  “Oh, look at you, Berny. Such a gentleman.”

  “I’m just saying.” He closed his eyes and breathed harder as Carla stroked closed to the head of his cock twisting her hand as she did.

  “What’s our friendly neighbor’s name?”

  “Tilly.” Bernard breathed out. Saying her name, thinking of her wet body, and having his cock stroked outside made him harder. Carla’s rhythm changed and he thought she may have noticed. Tilly might not notice sexy things, but Carla missed nothing. She was the kind that caught every detail and Bernard could get nothing past her. He hardly ever tried.

  “Oh, Jesus.” Carla laughed. She stepped forward still stroking and whispered in his ear. “You want to plow that neon pink pussy for young Tilly?”

  Bernard shivered and bit his lip.

  Carla let go and flicked the end of his cock with her finger. He gasped in surprise. She zipped him back up and refastened his belt as he held onto the wall catching his breath.

  She patted his stomach and squeezed his ass. “Go inside and get ready for dinner. You better not be jerking off in there either or you’re not getting any for a month. Got me?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be good.”

  He limped inside and wiped his forehead with his hand. Carla laughed.

  He paused at the sink and splashed water in his face. He leaned forward and looked out the window over the sink. He could just barely see Tilly hosing herself off again.

  “She’s going to give me a heart attack and get me murdered by my wife in the same day.”

  He saw motion down below their deck. Bernard leaned up and saw Carla standing in the shadow of their garage watching Tilly too. Carla was pulling at her nipples over her shirt.

  Bernard swallowed. “I’ll be damned.”

  He went to go change into some looser pants.

  ***

  The next day Bernard walked into the kitchen and saw Carla sliding a pie into the oven. He coughed and said, “Are you kidding me? Are you really baking?”

  “After the fucking you gave me last night,” Carla said, “I really do have to go welcome Tilly’s sweet ass to the neighborhood.”

  “Come on, Carla.”

  “You did cum on Carla, didn’t you?” She closed the oven door and removed the mitts. “You came hard thinking about those insane tits resting on our fence.”

  “Stop it. You’re the hot one.”

  “Nice try.” She rolled her eyes. “She is alone over there. I was on my own in college too. I want her to feel welcome. If you get a few more rock hard nights for me to ride as a result, I can live with that too.”

  Bernard sighed. “Jesus, Carla.”

  Carla blew him a kiss. “Go over and ask her if we can bring some pie over tonight.”

  Bernard tilted his head. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I just saw her come home with an armload of groceries. Go see if she has plans or if she is okay with company.”

  “Okay.”

  “If you come back hard, I’m fine with that too.”

  Bernard shook his head and walked toward the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

  He walked outside and took deep breaths as he crossed lawns to her front porch. He climbed the stairs and braced himself as he prepared to knock.

  The door flew open and Tilly stood there with her hair stacked on top of her head in a messy dew that made her look like a wet dream. She wore a tight, red tee shirt that reminded Bernard of all her curves. She wore tight, white short shorts and white sneakers that seemed to lift her ass in a way he could even appreciate from the front.

  Bernard swallowed. “Hi.”

  She glanced down at his crotch and back at his face. He wasn’t in full salute yet, but he would be soon.

  She said, “I saw you coming. What’s up?”

  “My wife.” He stopped and swallowed. Tilly narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. Bernard swallowed again and said, “She’s baking pie and wants to know if we can bring it over later.”

  “Give it to me right now, Berns.” Tilly winked and spread her arms out to him.

  Bernard blinked and said, “What?”

  “The pie. Bring it now.”

  “Oh, um, right. It’s still cooking.”

  “Oh, well, go get Carla and bring her now. She can get the pies when they are done.”

  Bernard looked back at his house and then back at every part of Tilly except her eyes. He said, “I think we might burn down the house.”

  Tilly laughed and swatted his shoulder. He tingled where she had touched him. Tilly said, “Go ask her at least. I’m making Margaritas right now. Bring Carla over now. Go ask. I want to play with you … with you both, I mean. Go ask her.”

  “Um, okay, I’ll be right back.”

  “I hope so.” Tilly left her door open and walked back into her house. Bernard stared at her ass undulating under her tight shorts.

  He turned and walked back across the lawns. “What the hell is happening here?”

  He walked back into his house to the smell of pie and left the door open as he went. He only realized he had done it when he was almost in the kitchen. It seemed weird to go back for it then, so he left it. He thought about Tilly’s door hanging open like an invitation next door and he shivered.

  “Bernard? You have an amorism looking at them titties this time?”

  He coughed and shook his head. “No, I, ugh … she said for us to come over now. She is making Margaritas.”

  Carla blinked. “Now? I’m baking. I’ll burn down the house.”

  “That’s what I told her, but she made me come ask. I’ll tell her we’ll be by later.”

  “No.” Carla glanced at his cock and turned back toward the stove. For a second Bernard thought she was calling the whole thing off. He felt his cock shrivel a little in disappointment. She said, �
�Go back over and hang out. Tell her I’ll be over in 45 minutes.” She leaned down and looked through the door of the stove. Bernard stared at Carla’s ass, thought about last night, and wanted to take her right there in the kitchen. “Better make it an hour.”

  Bernard shook his head. Carla stood up, but kept her back to him busying herself with straightening things on the counter. She swept loose flour into the sink and clapped her hands clean over it.

  He waited for her to turn around, but she kept piddling at the counter with her back turned. “You want me to go over and hang out with her for an hour?”

  “She’s already making Margaritas. It will be weird if we make her wait while we sit around here watching pies bake and she sits over there drinking alone. This is the first neighbor without kids in forever. She’s younger than us, but I’m tired of old parents always poking at us about having kids. You are too, I know. I want to get off …” She paused and sneezed into her arm before wiping more flour off her hands. “Excuse me. I want to get off on the right foot with a neighbor for once. Go drink Margaritas with her while I keep from burning the pies or burning the house.”

  “Over there?” Bernard pointed even though she was not looking at him. “You want me to drink Margaritas with Tilly while you are over here baking?”

  Carla rolled her head. “Jesus, Berny, are you so boring you can’t chat up another human being for one hour for me while I finish this? Can you do this one thing for me? Anyone can be entertaining after two Margaritas. Fake it until I get over there. Okay?”

  Bernard blinked and swallowed. “Ugh, yeah, okay. I’m going.”

  “One hour, I swear,” she said. She bent down to look in the oven again. He took one more look at her ass. “Maybe an hour and fifteen minutes tops.”

  Bernard closed the front door and crossed the lawns again. He started to wonder what the other neighbors thought seeing him going back and forth like this. He didn’t even know what to think. He looked across the street, but didn’t see anyone looking or hiding behind curtains.

  The door was still opened as he climbed the steps. He heard a blender running as he stepped through the front door. Ice poured into glasses deeper in the house. The blender stopped.

  Bernard cleared his throat. “Hello?”

  “I’m in here, Berns. You two come on.”

  Bernard rolled his eyes. If his wife had heard her call him Berns, he would get more than his cock flicked. He closed her door and then wondered if he should have done that. But was he supposed to leave her front door open for an hour … and fifteen minutes?

  He walked into the kitchen and she had three glasses of greenish liquid thick with chunks of ice. Sweat from condensation ran down the fat bowls of the glasses. She tilted her head. “Carla?”

  “She said, ugh, an hour … or more.”

  Tilly smiled and put her hands on the counter behind her. Her chest heaved out and Bernard stared. “An hour of what, Berns?”

  He licked his lips. “She’s still baking. She said she’ll be over in an hour or so with hot pie. I’m supposed to entertain you until then.”

  She winked and handed him a glass. “First one done gets to go again.”

  “What?” He took the glass.

  She lifted one of her own and sipped as she looked him up and down. “We have an extra glass. First one done gets it.”

  “Oh, right.” He took a long, deep drink.

  “An hour, huh?”

  “And fifteen minutes.”

  She set her glass down and took a step toward him. “That’s a lot of entertaining. What can you do for that long?”

  He laughed and choked on his drink. She took it from him and set it next to the others. Bernard said, “Not much.”

  “Do you think I’m pretty?”

  “Of course, but my wife is next door with … the pie.”

  Tilly laughed and tossed her head back. Her nipples were hard through her tee shirt. No bra, he thought. He grew rock hard. She was looking. “Yes, the pie and married. But she sent you over here by yourself and she won’t be here for longer than you would need.”

  “She’ll kill me … I think.”

  “You wonder though, huh?”

  “What?”

  She smiled and looked away. “I saw her touching you after we talked. Was that because of me?”

  He felt heat in his face and other places. “Why else would it be?”

  “I saw her touching herself as she watched me. Was that because she thinks I’m pretty too?”

  Bernard swallowed. “Yeah, I don’t know what that was about.”

  “She sent you over here to entertain me.”

  “Yes.”

  “If you think I’m pretty and I make you hard, will you let me touch it too?”

  “You’re not just pretty, Tilly. You are so hot that it hurts to look at you.” He pointed at the front of his pants. “Literally hurts.”

  She stepped forward and ran both hands down the front of his pants. He took a deep breath, but did not stop her. Tilly undid his belt and unzipped him the entire way. She spread open his pants and slid one hand up the leg opening of his boxers. She cupped his balls flesh to flesh and stroked with her fingernails. She reached in through the top with her other hand and stroked him. Her grip held no punishment. He bit his lip.

  Tilly kissed him gently on his chin and then leaned up to brush her lips over his. He opened his mouth and she teased her tongue in and out of his mouth as she worked his cock and balls. She tasted like the Margaritas. He thought about his wife less than a hundred or so feet and one hour of baking away in the kitchen next door. The wash of fear just made him more excited.

  “Is this how she did it after you saw me in my favorite, pink bikini?”

  It wasn’t, but Bernard wasn’t going to stop her. “Perfect.”

  “What did she say about me as she stroked this big cock?”

  Bernard licked his lips and she kissed them softly again. He said, “She asked me if I wanted to plow Tilly’s neon pink pussy?”

  “Oh,” Tilly squeaked and then whispered. “Do you, Berns? I would find that very entertaining.”

  “I would.”

  She dropped to her knees and yanked his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He tried to step out of them, but before he could, she wrapped her lips around his cock and plunged down over his shaft. She tried to keep going, but gagged and slid back up. He expected her to pull off for a breath, but instead, she regrouped and started bobbing her head up and down his cock.

  Bernard actually held his arms out at his sides like a tightrope walker to keep his balance.

  Tilly slid her mouth off the head and ran her wet lips along the underside of his shaft. Bernard groaned and then she sucked his balls as she stroked his slick cock. He groaned louder.

  She pulled away from him, but kept stroking with the head of his cock an inch from her lips. Her hair had fallen out of the bundle and strands whipped from shoulder to shoulder as she tilted her head. He stared at her and swore she had no idea how hot she looked. He wanted to thrust forward and drive his cock back into her mouth. He knew she would accept it too.

  “What now?” She whispered at his cock with her bright eyes fluttering up at him.

  He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. She was shorter than him so as he kept pulling, her red tee slipped off. She raised her arms to let him and he threw it aside. Her bare tits jiggled from the force of removing her shirt.

  He cast it aside and she was already unbuttoning her shorts. He stepped out of his pants finally and she ripped her shorts down in one motion. If she was wearing underwear, he never saw it. Her clothes were gone.

  On the way down, her face smacked his cock and she giggled. She kissed the end of it and stood up naked except for her white sneakers and bob socks. She had no idea what that did to him and the curve of her ass.

  He tore his shirt up over his head and threw it aside.

  Tilly reached for his cock, but Bernard lifted her up and set h
er on the counter. Her ass toppled the Margarita glasses and spilled out under her. The alcohol dribbled out from under the perfect slit of her bare pussy. She oohed.