It was a brisk Sunday morning in June as I turned towards the house after my morning run. The sun was slowly climbing the sky and the smell of dew-sodden grass filtered through the air.

I stopped near my front porch and started my warm-down stretches.

“Morning Matt,” breaking the soft morning silence, “I have some lifting that needs doing, I don’t suppose you could give me a hand?”

Lifting my gaze from my sitting position I saw Miss Thompson, the widow from next-door, peering over the hedge, smiling down at me.

I had always fancied her, ever since she moved in last summer, even if she was in her late 30’s. She was wearing a dark blue dressing gown, covering every inch of her 5’4″ lean frame. Her deep blue eyes shimmered in the morning light as her full rosy lips smiled the most devastating of smiles.

I remember watching her sunbathing by her pool last summer, her tanned body lying exposed in the golden sun, wearing a wonderful French underwear-style bikini, leaving little of her 36DD’s to the imagination, at least that’s how big they looked; At the same time her bikini bottoms clung to her tight ass like a second skin. Many nights that summer were spent, cock-in-hand fantasizing about what I had been lucky enough to witness that day. What else is a horny 18-year-old to do?

As I rose from my position on the floor, I smiled back at her and walked forward.

“Hi Miss Thompson. I’ll need to change first, but I can come over in about an hour, if that’s okay?” I said, still slightly breathless, all too aware that I needed a shower.

“Thank you Matt. Take your time, I’ll be in the back yard when you’re ready,” and with a quick smile she turned and walked back inside. I couldn’t help but watch her firm ass as it swayed its way down the path; Some things are just good enough to eat.

After I had showered and changed I made my way downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. I sat with quiet eagerness, contemplating the next few hours in the presence of Miss Thompson.

I made my way out of my back door and toward the gate separating our two gardens. I reached for the latch, and as the handle creaked in my grasp, I was greeted with a vision worthy of any renaissance painting. She stood with her back to me examining her garden, her cotton dress caressed by the sun, outlining the body that lay beneath. The contrast of her dark skin behind the soft, white linen was mesmerizing. I was so lost in the vision, I almost got caught staring at her when she turned to face me.

I slowly unhooked the latch and swung open the gate. “Right,” I said, pausing to draw a deep breath and regain some composure, “where do you want me?”

“I need the garage emptied,” she said, trying, and failing, to make it sound like less of a big job, “I still have junk in there since the work I had done last Fall.”

Rubbing my hands together and pushing out my chest, “Well, lead the way, let me at it.”

Following close behind her, we walked through the house, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her shapely ass, dreaming of that awesome bikini that had filled so many of my fantasies. We kaynarca escort reached the kitchen and went down a small staircase into the garage. As Miss Thompson explained what she wanted me to move, I realised this really wasn’t going to be a quick in-and-out task. On the other hand, I would be able to spend the day with my gorgeous next-door neighbour.

I had worked for about two hours when Miss Thompson came in with some much-needed cold drinks, almost demanding that I take a break. We sat and chatted for a short while until it was time to get back to work and face my next challenge; Moving a large water heater. Miss Thompson said she could help me, or at least try.

We positioned ourselves at either end of the heater and took hold of it. Steadying ourselves, we lifted. In a flash, we realised that what we thought was an empty heater, was in fact, still half full of water. I managed to take the weight, but poor Miss Thompson just couldn’t lift it. Suddenly, with the heater now tilted, the water surged forward and broke through the rusty panels, soaking Miss Thompson from head to toe.

I stood motionless for a second not wanting to drop the barrel on my toe, or worse. I slowly lowered the load to the floor and a poor sodden image came into view. Miss Thompson was drenched, and although I should have leapt to her aid like a chivalrous knight, what I was seeing had me rooted to the spot. Still wearing her light cotton dress, Miss Thompson’s chest had now been made completely visible through the fabric. Although, I had noticed that Miss Thompson wasn’t a bra one I walked into her garden earlier, the view created by the deluge, was one I will never forget.

She stood in front of me, her mouth wide open, as if she had just jumped into a lake during winter. Her mountainous chest heaving up and down furiously, and her nipples standing to attention, almost piercing her dress. However, this wasn’t the only, sight I was treated to that afternoon.

Dropping down, as I lowered the heater, my eyes never once left the sculpted body in front of me. As they travelled down over her heaving breasts, and across her flat glistening stomach, my body frozen and I felt a sharp jolt up my spine. Outlining, explicitly through the shear fabric, was the biggest cock I had ever laid eyes on. I had never seen anything like it. It just lay there shivering from the shocking-cold of the soft material clinging to it. Each bump of the strong thick veins running along its length, to the large plum shaped head, clearly visible.

I didn’t want to be looking at it but, at the same time, I couldn’t take my eyes away. As the heater finally hit the floor, I fell to my knees. I found my mouth starting to salivate and my heart beat began to race as I watched the weighty shaft bob in front of me.

There I knelt in my mesmerized state, completely unaware of anything else, when the realisation hit me; the object of my interest was moving closer. Up close and personal, it looked even bigger, even better, and so much more delicious. “What are you saying?” I thought to myself, “that’s a cock! Moreover, it’s küçükyalı escort attached to your next-door neighbour, your female next-door neighbour at that!”

Hundreds of questions, statements and exclamations swirled around my mind, but only one thing mattered at that moment. I had only ever seen one cock in the flesh, so to speak, and that was my own. Now, sitting in my neighbours’ garage, I was face-to-face with another and I couldn’t stop staring.

As I continued my examination, tracing every thick vein along the meaty, pulsating shaft, I was suddenly aware that the thin see-through fabric wrapper was being slowly lifted upwards. The higher the hem rose, more of the deep purple head came into view. As my view finally became unobstructed, to my surprise, a short gasp escaped my lips.

The dress was lifted further, revealing more of the sculpted obelisk in front of me. Now without any form of obstruction I saw it in its purest form, the massive plum-sized head started bobbing gently up and down, my head began doing the same. I was enraptured, in metronomic time with my new fascination.

I watched on, the gorgeous veins throbbed, and the thick shaft began pulsing into life. I gazed down at the pole, dancing in front of my face; a sweet, perfumed aroma filled my senses. I remember thinking how intoxicating it was. It moved again, it was getting real close now.

I hadn’t noticed, even acknowledged Miss Thompson, who was now standing above me, her dress crumpled up on the floor. With her hands on her hips she stared down at me, beckoning me forward. All the while, I was oblivious that I had freed my own cock, which was now being frantically stroked.

As the realisation of the situation took hold, whilst kneeling, cross-eyed, I watched the growth in front of me, and felt the giant head brush my lips gently. I was surprised at the feeling to start with, silky, soft and warm, not at all what I expected. It was then I felt a gentle, but firm, hand on the back of my head pulling forward.

Again, I felt the head touch my lips, and in a split second its desired direction was made clear; my objections faded. I nervously opened my mouth and felt the velvety head slide inside. “IT’S HUGE!!” or at least I think that’s the first thing I thought, however, like a large sweet, my mouth soon got used to the size.

From my point of view it was certainly surreal, I gazed forward in awe at this thick dark cock, impaling me through the jaw, led its way to a lovely flat stomach. I tilted my head back slightly and saw Miss Thompson staring down at me with a happy smile, peering over her huge tits. As if, what I was doing wasn’t enough, the thought of those delicious breasts hovering above this gorgeous cock, would almost certainly push me over the edge.

As I stared upwards I felt a slow movement in and out as I was fed more and more of her thick cock. I must have had about four inches in my mouth when I suddenly gagged for air. I could feel the head pushing the back of my throat and pulled back quickly, coughing over every inch, as I did.

It didn’t scare me, if anything sancaktepe escort it spurred me on. I looked back, through watery eyes at the hard 10-inch prick bobbing in front of me, and the only thing that was running through my mind was, “I want more, and I want it NOW!” With that I dove my head forward encircling and sucking my way along the rigid shaft until I felt it choking the air out of me once again.

Lunge after lunge I tried ramming inches of cock meat into my mouth, tasting as much as I could, and every time wanting more. I stroked it with both hands, while my mouth was clasped around the end, and there was still room. I pushed and pushed, sucked and sucked, above my own slobbering noises all I heard was the muffled continuous moaning from above. The hand on my head remained, stroking my hair in an appreciative way.

I had gotten used to the feeling of suffocation by now and was slowly pushing against my throat with renewed vigour. I felt my throat stretch slightly on each attempt, until suddenly, and with no small discomfort, I felt the gigantic presence of a cock in my throat. I would have smiled proudly at my achievement if my mouth wasn’t stretched to bursting point. Instead, I slowly pulled her cock from my mouth and stared along the slippery pole, dripping with my spit, and pumped it up and down in my fists; I wasn’t finished, not by a long way.

For the next ten minutes I serviced that cock like no one else could; or so I’d like to think. I devoured her dick like a starving man, and I would not stop until there was no more to swallow. I felt like I could go on for hours. Each time I swallowed I would hum from my throat vibrating the thick throat-pole. Each time I did it was greeted with, “Ahh,” or “Mmmm,” which only fuelled my own desire. With one last push I felt a pair of lemon sized balls bouncing on my chin; I had bottomed out.

“Mghmghmghmgh,” was the only exclamation I could muster, and it seemed I was not the only one running out of steam. I slowly pulled back, I could feel the massive schlong throbbing more and more with every inch. I reached the head, locking my lips over the top, and sucked gently while massaging it softly with my tongue. I gently pumped the shaft and twisted my head from side to side, the hand on my head was no longer caressing, it was forcefully impaling me each time. “Mmmm, Oh my God!” Was all the warning I was given or even needed, as the back of my throat was pounded by the first jet of hot cum to stream from her cock.

I pumped and pumped, my lips never releasing their vice-like grip. Load after load of creamy spunk was hurled down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but there was too much. I released the cock from my mouth as cum poured down my chin, dripping on to my own exploding manhood. Catching my breath, but stilling pumping, I was hit square on the nose by the next burst, again and again. Slowly the fountain came to an end. Down my throat, on my face and drizzled over my own cock, I was covered.

I fell backwards, exhausted but content. When I woke up this morning I certainly never expected this. Licking my lips tasting the delicious fruits of my labour I opened my delirious eyes and saw Miss Thompson staring back at me with a devilish sexy smile on her face, stroking her cock and sucking her left nipple.

“I should have had my garage cleaned out a long time ago…” she purred.