All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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November 1999
There are days where you wake up and everyone is sunshine and roses. This was not one of those days.
Instead I woke up at 7am to rain, a cold house, and an erection that just would not go away. Like, full on flag polling it no matter what I tried.
Morning pee, cold shower, thinking of unsexy things, did nothing to deflate my seemingly possessed penis.
I made some coffee and toast, still trying not to think about it, when I spied Amanda from out of my kitchen window. Since our houses see into each others, and only into each others, this has in the past provided us with some entertaining snooping.
Amanda called it voyeurism, but it felt more like spying since she had binoculars just to look into my front window.
Amanda noticed me in the window and waved. She was in a robe and her hair looked done up in a tight ponytail. She was likely getting ready for work. She was a big shot programmer at her new company so she had to look the part of a big shot I guess.
She went into her kitchen and bent down to pick something out of the bottom of her fridge, showing me the glorious outline of her round ass. Having sampled the delights of her charms (and breasts, and mouth, and hands) in the past, I knew just how amazing being with her was.
Before I could finish my leering, she turned around and went to another room. Her disappearing from view made me instantly sad, but then again also instantly... hungry? Needful?
I believe the most appropriate words would be 'ragingly horny'.
I myself was just wearing a robe since I slept naked. But even though the cold and rain were prevalent, that did not stop me from leaving my house, crossing the street barefoot, and incessantly knocking on Amandas door.
"Hey, darlin', what's the big emerge..." was all she get out before I stepped inside and planted a kiss on her. Closing the door behind me, and stooped down and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor.
"Oh, so that's tha emergency," she said in her southern drawl, giggling lightly. "You need a piece a' this sugar."
"Oh, I'm gonna take a piece all right," I said, shuffling us into the kitchen. I sat her down on the round kitchen table, her legs parting automatically. Still kissing her with frantic energy, I untied her robe and slipped it off of her shoulders.
Her bare, beautiful, H-cup breasts were a wonder to behold. They were soft, impossibly firm, and sat perfectly on her petite frame. Like Jessica Rabbit but in real life. Her sex, recently sporting a landing strip, was now bare and smooth and slightly glistening.
"I wanted a change," she said as she saw me staring hungrily between her legs. "It's really only fair; you should get to see me masturbate with a clean pussy, especially after the parade of women you go through that I get to peek in on."
"The only woman I want right now is you," I said staring into her hazel eyes. I lined my cock up with her entrance and plunged fully into her in one smooth thrust. She was even wetter than I realized, and the tightness of her pussy threatened to bring me over the edge right there.
