We all turned and I answered, “Yeah, Mom?”
“Miss McNeil called. She’s got a pipe leaking in her bathroom all over her floor. Can you take a look first? She shouldn’t have to call a plumber unless absolutely necessary.”
I sighed. After dinner, I usually didn’t want to move anywhere that didn’t involve my butt on the couch. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“It’s a leaking PIPE, Ben,” Mom scolded. “Water doesn’t wait for anything.”
“Fine, fine.” I tensed my jaw and then turned off the game. The twins hurried to their room to find comfort in their toys while Brandi picked up the remote and immediately took my seat when I got up.
It wasn’t that I was against fixing Miss McNeil’s pipes or helping out with handiwork around her house. But I was nervous. I hadn’t seen Miss McNeil since “that day” and I wasn’t sure how to act around her. But obediently, I went to the garage to get the tool box and then started off for our neighbor’s house.
“Hi, Ben.” Miss McNeil looked at me intently when she opened the door. She then stood there for a long minute, just running her eyes up and down me while she seemed to vibrate inside. Her skin was flushed, and I saw the touch of sweat on her forehead. And her feet were bare beneath the thick house robe that she seemingly always wore recently.
Still nervous, I hefted the tool box in my left hand and said, “Hi Miss McNeil. Mom said you had a leaking pipe?”
“Yes, Ben. Come on in.” She stepped aside as I walked in.
“So where’s the leak?”
“In my bedroom,” she said softly from behind me. There was a husk in her voice.
I assumed she meant the Master Bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, so I started down the hall and then went into her bedroom to get to the Master Bath. I actually didn’t see the object at first. My attention was already turning towards the sink and vanity area. But I did catch the flesh-colored object out of the corner of my eye and abruptly, I stopped in my tracks.
It was a dildo. I’d seen a few in the porn videos, but never a real one with my own eyes. The flesh-toned object looked to be an ordinary size, maybe even smaller than my dick, but it was certainly realistic. It had a mushroom head and veiny bumps, and even a small depression where the piss-hole would be. And the dildo was glistening wet.
Miss McNeil was suddenly behind me, husking deeply, “It just isn’t the same as the real thing.”
I spun in surprise and before I realized it, Miss McNeil had pushed against both of my shoulders and I flopped onto my back across the bed. I landed just a foot away from the dildo and in a panic, I scrambled away from it.
But then Miss McNeil’s hands went to the belt of her robe, tugging it loose. And then all of my attention was on the beautiful 28-year-old widow as her robe puddled to the floor, leaving her body fully naked before me.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” I started babbling while breathing extremely rapidly. The image of Miss McNeil’s body was seared into memory, but up close and personal it was even more wonderful than I’d remembered. Her full breasts were proud, firm globes of heaven protruding off her chest. Her narrow waist and full hips were all woman, and I could see the glistening moisture of arousal matting her now neatly-trimmed pubic hair just above her engorged pussy lips, spread wide with arousal and recent abuse.
“Shh, Ben. Relax or you’re going to hyperventilate,” the pretty brunette soothed. But as she knelt at the foot of the bed and moved between my legs, relaxing was the last thing on my mind. She opened my fly and then carefully extracted my dick, and I managed to slow down to a heavy pant as she took my member in her hands.
She gasped when her cool fingers circled my throbbing cock. “Definitely not the same as the real thing,” she husked. “It’s so hot. It’s so hard. And it’s bigger than I remember.”
Like a dumb kid, I started to question the situation, and gasping I asked, “What are we—? I thought you said—?”
“I can’t help it,” Miss McNeil turned those gorgeous green eyes up to me. “I need a cock.”
“What about the pipe?”
“There’s no leak, Ben. The only thing that needs plugging is me.”
With that, Miss McNeil began to strip off my clothing, tugging my shorts and boxers to my ankles before ripping my shirt over my head. Faster than I would have thought possible, I was as naked as she was, and my hips were straining off the bed while this beautiful woman lovingly stroked my cock.
Then, Miss McNeil reached out and grabbed the dildo. Expertly turning it in her hands, I watched as she slid the thick phallus into her pussy while she knelt before me, and she moaned before snapping her eyes open. “It’s just not the same, Ben. Don’t you see? It’s not hot. It’s not throbbing. It’s just not real. I haven’t been fucked in over three years, Ben. I just can’t take it anymore.”
She was stroking my dick with her left hand now while she wriggled the dildo inside of her with her right. Her eyelids fluttered and she licked her lips while staring at my erection, now straining with a mind of its own towards the beautiful woman. “God help me. I can’t stop.” She sighed. “I’m going to hell.”
And with that, Miss McNeil bent over and inhaled my prick into her mouth.
“Ohhh…” I groaned and simply fell back across the bed, the sensations Miss McNeil’s mouth produced simply too much for me to handle. She jacked me slowly with her left hand and suckled the head. Her tongue flicked out across the tip, and she moaned erotically the entire time.
Today, I merely held Miss McNeil’s head in my hands, and I lay back to enjoy it as she began to bob her head up and down in my lap.
“Oh, Miss McNeil, Miss McNeil,” I groaned. “I love this. I love you. Oh, don’t ever stop!”
She was good. I didn’t have anything to compare against, but I just KNEW that Miss McNeil wasn’t an ordinary cocksucker. She was just as enthusiastic as a porn star, who would be faking it for the camera. Miss McNeil wasn’t faking anything. She just loved to give head.
And inside three minutes, that expertise and enthusiasm had me blowing my load into her mouth. I groaned and held her head down while I nutted down my beautiful neighbor’s throat, and Miss McNeil moaned the entire time.
Then, after she finished swallowing every drop of jism I gave her, I felt Miss McNeil’s body tense up beneath my hands and she went silent for a second. Picking my head up to see what was wrong, I then saw the vibrations going through her body while her right hand furiously shook as she drove the dildo in and out of her pussy, and still with my half-hard cock in her mouth, Miss McNeil began to scream.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks and I felt the sonic vibrations along my shaft as the lovely brunette woman screamed around my dick. And just as her cries died out, she returned to sucking my meat while her body shuddered and jerked, as if sucking me prolonged her pleasure.
And then at last, she was done.
But I wasn’t.
16-year-old hormones + beautiful naked woman with great tits + her hot, sucking mouth on my cock = very fast recovery.
Miss McNeil was still nursing my dick as she came down from her orgasm when she realized I was just as hard as I’d been before ejaculation. “Are you already hard?” she popped off and asked in amazement.
“For you, always,” I said sincerely.
Miss McNeil’s cheeks puffed up as she grinned broadly at me. And without further preamble, she crawled up onto the bed and then planted a fierce kiss on my lips.
Kissing I knew. Kissing I was used to. I circled my arms around her body and reveled in the chance to stroke her naked back. I’d never felt the embrace of a naked girl before, and the feeling of a grown woman crushing her tits to my chest while spearing her tongue into my mouth had me thrilled beyond comprehension.