Exploiting the Milf Next Door

There is a guy with a big cock exploiting a drunk and drugged older woman. All her holes are used. If you're not into that kind of fantasy, skip this story.

And if you like it, leave a high vote, and we'll see if there is more to tell about Garry and Miranda.

Vacation Time

"Hmm, Mrs. Meyer, I love your nipples!" he said in a low voice, then licked and bit into them.

She threw her head back and...

"Bing"

His hand moved down, and his fingers found their way into her slick slit.

"Yes, yes, Garry, oh Garry..."

"BING!!"

Mrs. Meyer's naked body faded away as his mind slowly made it to the real world.

"BING!!"

"Yes, damn it!" He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and looked with half-asleep eyes at the display of his old-fashioned alarm clock. "Why would I set the alarm to five?"

His fingers barely made it, but he prevented it from making another sound. He stretched his arms and yawned. There was a cool breeze from the window, and he walked over to look into the street. His boner went slowly limp.

"Are you awake, Garry?" his father's voice came through the door.

"Yes, Dad!" he yelled back. He closed the window before turning on the light.

The warm water of the shower reminded him of the warm hands of Mrs. Meyer in his dream, and his right hand began to stroke his boner.

"Hurry, son!" his mother called through his door.

"Damn!"

His hair was still dripping wet as he took his backpack and hurried downstairs.

"About time you finally showed up," his father, Raymund, growled.

"Give the boy his space, Bear," his mother, Belinda, scolded her husband.

"Don't encourage this, Bella. He's a pussy as is," he retorted.

"Raymund Clark!" Belinda said sternly.

"

Fascinating, Dad is a foot taller, and yet she seems to look down on him,

" Garry wondered, and not for the first time. His father was a tall man with broad shoulders. His nickname, Bear, had a strong base in reality.

"Anyway, we've to hurry!" his mother remarked.

"Don't look at me, Mom," he said and looked meaningfully at his Dad. "I'm ready to drive you two to the airport as soon as your stuff is in the car."

A few minutes later, he finally started his car, and they were on the way to the airport.

"We'll be back in a month. Don't wreck the house!" his father told him sternly.

"Of course not, Dad. You think anybody would come to a party of mine?"

"You're right, son. For once, it's good that you're such a nerd."

"Bear!"

"Yesh, yeah," he mumbled.

"He didn't mean it that way, Garry," his mother's voice came from behind.

"Yes, Mum, he did. But I don't mind."

He parked right in front of the airport, and his parents disembarked. He helped get their luggage out of the trunk and onto the cart.

"Come, we're late!" his father yelled, pushing the cart inside.

He hugged his mother one last time goodbye. "Have a good time, Mom," he said softly, and she kissed his cheek.

He waited a minute to see if they would return, then started the car and drove home.

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Garry parked his car and stood on the sidewalk. Their house was at a dead end, and he could see houses to the left and the right. It was around 7:00 a.m., and the first came out to drive to work.

"Good morning, Mr. Ngyen," he called, and the other waved back as he got into his car.

Garry watched Mr. Ngyen's wife, Kim, waving goodbye, then packing her kids into the car and leaving herself. Turning to Meyer's house, he noticed a shadow in Zara's window. When she became aware that he saw her, she turned and vanished.

He shook his head in disbelief. "

How could a woman like Miranda Meyer have such a bitch as daughter,

" he mused, "Especially if they look so alike!"

"

How silent it's in here, now that they're gone,

" he wondered and made himself a coffee. "

No use trying to get back to sleep. Can as well get to work on my project

," he thought tiredly.

Alone

The doorbell announced a visitor, and Garry went to open the door.

"Oh, Mrs. Meyer," he said with pink cheeks as the stuff of his dreams stood there with a tight crop top.

"Your mom asked me to look after you for a bit. Truth be told, Zara and Brad are gone for the coming weeks, too. So perhaps you can come over from time to time to talk?"

"To talk? With me?"

"Yes, Bella told me you aspire to be a sketch artist. She showed me what you gave her, and I must admit that I'm impressed by the fine details."

He looked at her, gaping.

"You do know that I'm an arts major?"

"N...n... no, Mrs. Meyer. I had no idea!" he stammered.

"So, it's a deal, then. You come over for dinner, and if you're a good boy, I'll show you my studio."

"Yes...." He began, but she had already turned, and his mind went blank as he watched her ass wiggle in those tiny hotpants.

His hard cock pressed painfully against his pants. He looked down, "

Did she see my boner

?" he wondered, and his cheeks went crimson while the pressure increased. His pants fell right after he had slammed the door shut. His hands began to stroke his rod furiously, and he spurted his load just minutes later into the kitchen sink.

"

I need my sketch folder... I must sketch her chest before I forget

..." Garry hurried back to his room and sat at his desk in no time. Before his closed eyes, he saw Mrs. Meyer again. He had the memory of her tightly packed top before his inner eye, planning to sketch her standing in the doorway. But then, his cock became painfully hard again. He pulled his shorts down and saw the precum already angrily bubbling from the tip.

In the spur of the moment, he decided to sketch his cock. It was just shy of 9 inches with a beyond-average girth. The thick veins were best, giving it a nice 3D shape. Perfect to be banned on paper. He kept it hard all the time, and he finished just in time to walk over to Mrs. Meyer.

"My sketches! She wanted to see my sketches!" he exclaimed, slammed the door shut, and stormed back into his room. The contents of the sketch folder fell on the floor as his feet tripped over his backpack. "Damn it!" The hastily pushed-together sketches ended up back in the folder.

Standing up to leave, he remembered seeing a sketch of Mrs. Meyer in her bikini, which he had drawn with his binoculars when she was out at the pool. "

Damn

!"

His fingers flipped through all the sketches. "

Good thing I checked

," he thought with burning cheeks. "

Three pictures of her and one of Zara... Naked Zara. Oh god. Good, I found them in time

!"

Dinner with Mrs. Meyer

He ran over and pressed the doorbell. Mrs. Meyer opened, wearing a thin summer dress, and his breath hitched as he saw the dark shapes of blond dream's nipples through the fabric.

"Come in," she said invitingly and walked before him.

"

No panties

!" he thought, and his heart hammered in his chest. "

Don't get hard. Please, don't get hard

," he thought fervently. But, of course, there was no hiding of the massive bulge in his pants.

"

Lucky

!" he thought as she went on into the kitchen without turning, telling him to take a seat and wait. "

Damn, too tight to sit with a boner

." His gaze darted through the room, and his mind frantically tried to find a way to hide his boner from her eyes. She would surely come out of the kitchen in a moment. "

The table has a tablecloth long enough to hide my crotch from her, yes!

" The opened belt and zipper allowed him to sit down. He managed to pull the tablecloth over his boner just in time.

"Here we are! I hope you brought some hunger with you." She chimed as she carried a big tray of food into the room. "Sorry, I cooked the family portion," she laughed nervously.

"No problem, Mrs. Meyer! I am young, and my Ma tells me that I'm still growing."

"You're 19, right? Just like Zara."

His face darkened as she mentioned her daughter.

"Oh, what must I see? She's quite the bitch, isn't she?"

"Mrs. Meyer... I wouldn't..." he stammered.

"You can say it, Garry. I know that Zara is a cocky bitch." She shook her head and sighed. "You know, it's Brad's fault. He pampers her relentlessly. She's a Daddy's girl, you know."

He went from bright red to deep crimson. "At least she is almost as beautiful as you are!" he blurted out.

"Oh, that's sweet. But I'm sure you don't mean it," she said with a blush. "Anyway, let's dig in. Meatloaf tastes only half as good when cold!"

They both started to drink heavily right away. He had Coke, and Mrs. Meyer had red wine.

"Too much love," she murmured unhappily.

"Hmm?" he said, looking up.

"Too much salt. You know, it's said that too much salt is a sign of too much love when a woman cocks... sorry, cooks," she said with a slur to her voice.

"It's ok, Mrs. Meyer, I don't mind!" he reassured her hastily.

"It's Miranda, Garry, or Mira if you like. I think we're well past Mrs. Meyer," she said warmly, resting her chin on her folded hands. She looked him deep into the eyes. "

I shouldn't tease him...

" she scolded herself.

She emptied the bottle into her glass and drank thirstily. A warmth spread in her stomach, and she smiled silly. "

God, that stuff is strong

," she thought and held the now empty bottle against the light. "Vinho do Destino," she read aloud. "Look, the label has a nice sailing ship on it." Her eyes got closer to the label but couldn't read the small printed alcohol percentage.

She leaned clumsily over the table, her chest pressing against the meatloaf, and gave the bottle to Garry. "Can you read that percentage down there?" Sitting back in her chair, she noticed her dress was greasy from the food she had accidentally pressed her chest in.

"It says 20 percent, Miranda," Garry stated, eyeing the bottle.

"Ohhh, that explains it," Miranda slurred with a giggle. "We normally have a simple red, but I forgot to restock."

She was trying to wipe the dress with a napkin, but it only made her nipples harden in the process. She added water, and its thin fabric became see-through.

"

I'm hard as hell

..." he winced mentally. His hand found his cock, and he began to stroke it beneath the table.

"

Why's that boy looking like that

?" she asked herself as she noticed his blank stare at her chest and his bright red cheeks. She looked down at herself. "

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... he can see my nipples

!"

"Don't look, Garry!" Miranda blurted out, trying to get out of the chair while covering her breasts at the same time. Losing her balance, she fell backward over it, and her head struck the wall with a resonating thud.

"Miranda?" Garry asked, but she just lay there. "Miranda?" His voice was full of upcoming panic. He stood up and hurried around the table, not minding his open trousers and throbbing nine-inch cock.

He knelt beside her. She had blood on the back of her head, but her chest went up and down as she breathed. Her dress had moved up to her waist, and he could also see her pussy and her trimmed blonde landing strip. "

Is she wet

?" he thought, and his hand rubbed over her sex. He pulled it back in an instant as she moaned and stirred. He looked dazed at the wetness in his hand and licked her juices. "So that's how it tastes," he murmured.

"What is?" she asked in a weak and slurry voice.

"Nothing, Mrs. Meyer. You fell hard, and your head hit the wall. Are you okay?"

She turned away from him, and her hand touched the bloody part of her hair, and she winced.

"Let me help you up!" he said, closing his belt but keeping his cock out. Standing behind her, he grabbed her under the armpits and helped her up. She fell backward against him and his boner.

"What is that?" she slurred, and her hand began to search behind her, coming dangerously close to his pecker.

"Nothing, Mrs. Meyer. Nothing. Let's head for the bathroom now," he said in a commanding tone, and he was surprised that she did as he told her.

They went up the stairs, and he had a difficult time keeping her from falling back down. She did stumble forward several times, though, hitting her knees and bruising her forehead. They stumbled through the main bedroom, and Garry froze for a moment. On the bed was a huge dildo and some pictures of dudes with big hard cocks, just like his own. He averted his eyes and pushed her forward.

"Get me one of those old towels over there," she said, gesturing vaguely to a corner as she bent over in front of the washbasin and began to wash the blood out.

Garry got two of the older towels. "

Even in this condition, she thinks enough to not stain the good towels with her blood

." He turned back to her, holding the towels in front of his hard cock. But it wasn't necessary. Miranda stumbled and fell to her knees before the toilet and began to wretch. She cringed and sobbed hard.

"Don't cry, Mrs. Meyer," he said soothingly as he flushed to get the stench away. He used one towel to wipe her mouth and face. Then he began to pat her wet hair down with the second one.

"I wanted to give you an evening to remember!" she said, tears running down her face.

"Oh, you surely did that, Mrs. Meyer," he chuckled.

"Don't tease me!" she pouted, trying weakly to hit him. "Uh, uh, my head. I feel the mother of all headaches coming," she whined.

Garry stood up and walked over to the cabinet and found a bunch of pills. "Let's see." He rummaged through them. "

So much stuff, let's see what would help

..." Garry hesitated for a moment. "

This is my chance

!" he thought and swiftly started to make a pill cocktail. "A bit of this, 2 of those... and that, together with the alcohol

..." For a moment, he had an evil smile on his face. He looked over his shoulder, but her head was down, and her eyes were closed.

He fetched a glass of water and knelt beside her. "Here, Mrs. Meyer, I have something for the pain and to help you sleep!"

"You're shuch a deer," she slurred, already half asleep.

He held her head up and pushed the meds into her mouth. Then he forced her to drink and swallow.

"Come, Mrs. Meyer, let's get you into your bed."

He took her arms and dragged her to the huge bed. As he sat her down, her warm breath against his boner made him almost come. Bending forward, he grabbed her dress and pulled it up. She tried weakly to fight back as he pulled it over her head and her arms to undress her. She fell on her back, already fast asleep.

Garry stood there, panting. "

She's so beautiful

!" he thought, and his breath hitched. His hands worked on their own to get him out of his clothes while the pictures and magazines caught his eye. "

All those huge cocks... Hey, that's smaller than mine

!" he thought and reached for the black dildo and held it against his boner. There was a half-open drawer in the night table, and he looked closer. There was all kinds of kinky stuff in it. Vibrators, cuffs, ropes, and a leather mask with zippers to close all the holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. A huge, slippery bottle of lube.

After the bed was cleared of all the stuff, he dragged the limp body of Miranda up and into the middle. "

Totally out. Just like Mum, when she'd taken her meds after a few glasses of sherry

," he thought contently and cuddled against her side. His breath hitched when his hard-on touched her thigh. Garry kissed Miranda's lips shily. His hand pressed against her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and he finger fucked her mouth before he gave her a sloppy French kiss. His hand cupped her breast, and he felt her nipple harden. His fingers began to knead and twist it, and she stirred in her sleep. Blood rushed in his ears as his mouth sucked it in, and he bit it softly at first, then harder. Miranda moaned, and her hand went between her legs. Grinning, he took her other hand, bent her fingers around the base of his shaft, and stroked himself.

"Mmmmh, Garry, fuck me. You're such a stud..." She murmured in her sleep.

Her legs were spread, and the open pussy was wet. His lips pressed against her lower lips for a French kiss. There was a loud moan, and the hips were pushing back against him. "

A woman's pussy! Miranda's pussy

!" His index finger went smoothly in, but only as he added the middle and ring fingers she began to moan loudly. He sucked her clit in. Her body shuddered, and she cried his name. The hips pushed upward, and a gush of fluid came out and into his face.

He grabbed his phone and took a few selfies lying next to her, her hand around his cock. Kissing her. Her eyes were closed, of course, but the glow in her satisfied face said enough.

"

I want to push it in! I want to fuck that pussy

!" He breathed heavily and positioned himself between her legs. "

No way to explain my load in her pussy tomorrow

..." He stared with glassy eyes at her inviting, wet hole. "I've a rubber in my purse!" he said out loud and went for his pants to get it.

He looked into his purse. "

Yes! Two rubbers

!" Trembling fingers opened the first and rolled the XL-sized condom over his big cock. He stood beside the bed and looked at her. No longer able to hold onto himself, Garry got between her legs again. Her pussy was still dripping wet when he finger fucked her pussy. She whimpered in her sleep, and her head went left and right, moaning his name. When she was wide enough to take four fingers, he pressed the head of his fat cock slowly into her quivering pussy.

"Yes! Take my cock!" he panted and rammed it relentlessly into her tight-fitting hole. It didn't fit, and only the first seven inches were in as he pushed hard against her cervix. She gasped and screamed in pleasure, "Oh, Garry!"

He looked startled at her. Her eyes were looking back at him. They were only partly open and foggy, but he wouldn't have stopped even when she would have been fully awake. His cock went out and rammed in again, making her loudly gasp. Two pushes later, she came violently. Garry hugged her tightly, his cock pressed in, filling her, until she finished riding it out. He kissed her, and his hand worked her nipple roughly as he continued to fuck her. Their bodies began to sweat, and he felt his balls tighten. When yet another orgasm consumed her body, the pussy walls massaging him were too much, and he came with a loud grunt.

He lay on top of her and gasped. He felt his cock shrink, and his hand went down to hold the condom as he slowly pulled it out. "

What a beautiful pussy

!" He studied her quivering, gaping hole. Her inner lips were quite large, and he pulled them out to show them off nicely and take a few photos with his cell phone. For the next series of souvenir photos, he squeezed his cum out of the condom right into her landing strip and spread it around her pussy, placing some of it at the bottom of her slit so it looked like a creampie.

Satisfied, he used her summer dress to wipe her clean. "

I want to feel her mouth...

" He knelt beside her shoulders and pressed the limp mass of his cock into her half-open mouth. It must have been a reflex as she began sucking him. Either way, his cock became hard in an instant.

He sat on her stomach and looked at her peaceful face.

"ummmumium titties..." she mumbled, and he got his ear close to her face. "What was that, Mrs. Meyer?"

"um fucky mmy titties," she murmured.

He grabbed the bottle with the lube and dripped a nice amount between her voluptuous breasts. His cock moved between them, and the inward-pointing nipples rubbed in a satisfying way over his shaft. "

Woah! What a feeling

!" he rejoiced. Using his elbows to press the titts together, his hands were free to grab her head and lift it enough for his cock to push into her mouth.

"Yes, yes, hmmmm." He felt the built-up and pressed his cock deep into her mouth and shot his load into her. "Damn it, swallow, bitch!" he growled and held her nose closed.