Here Cums the Neighborhood

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I picked the basket back up and carried it normal as can be as I strode around the recliner chair Mr. Tuttle was sitting in. I stopped right in front of the TV and waited for him to open his eyes and see me in person.

“Fra…Francine.. what..” He stammered and tried to cover up his little boner. “I was umm, just”

It was cute watching him squirm to explain what he was doing inside his own house as I stood there nude in front of him. All that blood missing from his brain worked to my favor.

“Don’t worry about it. I think it’s sweet that you find me attractive.” I walked up to him and set the basket in his lap.

“W-why are you naked?!” He looked around terrified, “What if Stan finds out, he’ll kill me!”

Ugg, Stan always ruins everything. I’m standing here completely nude not two feet from a guy and all he can say is ‘Where’s Stan’.

“Look, Stan’s at work and I wanted to come over and cheer you up,” I pointed at the basket and motioned for him to open it, “I brought sandwiches and some beers and thought we could talk, but then..” I turned to the TV which he had paused on a blurry shot of me bending over, I really do have a nice ass. “… I saw what you were doing and that you were doing it to me and thought I would help out.”

“Help out?”

“Yea, it looks like you have just a few blurry shots of me. Do you still have the camera?”

He hurriedly plopped the basket on the ground and scurried out of the chair, “yeah, it’s all charged up too!” He ran out of the room to grab it.

I pulled two beers out of the basket and sat down in the recliner, relaxing into it with my legs crossed. It only took him a moment to return with the camera.

“Here, have a beer and start recording. I’ll give you something you can enjoy over and over again. But after, I want to know everything about the neighborhood. Deal?”

He took one of the cold beers and nodded his head eagerly. He switched on the camera and fiddled with the settings for a bit and then gave me a thumbs up.

I had been in a movie or two before, so I know how to play to a camera.

I took the dripping wet beer bottle and slowly ran it up one leg and past my navel leaving behind a trail of gooseflesh. His camera followed my every move. Slowly I dragged it up between my bosom where I squeezed my shoulders forward so that the bottle was held firm between my large bosoms. I leaned my head down and popped the top off the bottle with my teeth.

A handy trick I learned at parties when I was in junior high and no one remembered to grab an opener.

I spit out the lid and leaned back in, this time coming up with my lips wrapped around the bottle. As I did I uncrossed my legs so that I was sitting spread eagle on the chair with my back arched and head tilted all the way back. I gulped most of the beer down, making sure to let enough dribble out my cheeks on either side so that it would run a tiny rivulet of liquid down my neck, stream over each of my large breasts, and cascade off my nipples down to my navel. By the time I finished the beer the tiny pool of amber liquid in my navel overflowed and ran a straight line down the slit of bald kitty.

Again, another trick I learned in junior high.

I kept my head tilted back and slowly started to swallow the bottle until I reached the thick. Now, this trick I didn’t perfect till I was in high school. I extended my tongue enough so that it could be seen licking the shaft of the dark glass bottle and used gravity and the motion of my tongue in and out to bring the bottle deeper into my mouth. This used to be more of a challenge but then again I have had a lot of very large men in my mouth throughout my life.

As the bottle slowly slide down I used my left hand to caress my breasts while my right glided down to my snatch. Once the thick base of the bottle was about halfway down my throat I began to glide it out and then back in again. It bobbed in and out of my mouth, slowly at first but picking up speed looking for all the world like a cock that was face fucking me. I squeezed my nipples, tugging on them, and pinched them till they were red and swollen. My fingers flicked my clit, spread open my lips and I plunged all four into my sopping wet pussy.

I laid in that chair, looking for all the world like a woman getting gangbanged. And that’s exactly what I imagined was happening! A cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, hands all over me. It didn’t take me long before the muffled moans of my orgasm burst out.

I pulled the bottle out of my mouth with my left hand and saw that while Mr. Tuttle was still filming he had dropped his beer and was wanking off like a madman.

I smiled at the sight and slowly brought my soaking wet right hand up to my mouth. He watched in awe as I ever so slowly licked my own juices from my fingertips.

But his eyes really popped out when he realized that while I was licking sweet pussy nectar from one hand I was inserting the bottle into my pussy with the other.

The neck disappeared instantly inside of me. I gave it a little push and slowly the thick started to go in. Inch after thick inch disappeared into my sweet hole. Until there was just barely enough of the bottom to hold onto and then it too was gone. He zoomed in the camera to get a good look at the bottle that was completely inside of me, gaping my hole.

That was a trick I learned in college.

While still licking my fingers my free hand started to rub my clit furiously. Like a woman possessed, my fingers were a blur above my gaping cunt. I could feel it building, that special sensation of a deep pussy orgasm combined with clit over-stimulation. I shifted my hips into the perfect, well-practiced position just in time.

When my body spasmed in orgasm I couldn’t help but scream. A deep, wild scream of ecstasy. The pressure shot the bottle out of my pussy, which added to my extreme orgasm. It landed right side up almost exactly at Mr. Tuttle’s feet. Took me a lot of practice to get that trick perfected!

With the pressure released and the orgasm crashing over me like a tsunami, my pussy flooded with juice, and a stream of liquid shot out washing over the top of the bottle. I came and came and came until there was a large puddle at his feet and the bottle was nearly full.

He stood there, camera hand dangling limply to his side, cum shooting out of his cock in every direction as he madly pounded it. I hated to let all that yummy cum go to waste but I couldn’t really move after such an amazing orgasm so I just enjoyed the show.

I love watching a man cum. It is just so primal and exciting.

When he was finished I retrieved the bottle and the cap and squeezed it back on. “Here you go, a souvenir!”

He took it with the awe and reverence of a man holding a priceless artifact.

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