My Nympho Neighbors (FMF Erotica)
Joe's new neighbors are desperate for his help -- they need it bad! Carrie and Krista are every guy's dream come true: hot, horny, and willing to pounce on a shy, well-endowed man. This story features 5800 words of pure, raw sex, as the two women invite Joe over for one thing and one thing only...and it's not his ability to change a light bulb! More
Warning: This intensely erotic story contains graphic descriptions of sex, including explicit menage (FMF) encounters. It is intended for adults only.
(Adult content follows. Mature readers only.)
“What do you mean? You don’t owe me anything. I’m happy to help.” I, like an idiot, started moving to the door. Krista was staring at me with these big brown eyes. Her full lips looked perfectly moist, her cheeks definitely flushed now – just like mine must have been. I started to stammer. “I...uh...I’ll just be...if you need me...over there.” I pointed where I thought my apartment was.
“Oh, but you can’t go yet,” Krista said. She slid between me and shut the door, and then she pushed me gently up against it. She traced a finger down my chest. Electric. I was half-erect now, surging toward her with each heartbeat.
“I’m not sure – ”
“Relax, Joe,” Krista said. “You really need to settle down.” She untied the apron and slipped it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a thin white cotton shirt, and her nipples pushed hard like pebbles against the fabric.
“See,” she continued, “Carrie and I...we like you, Joe. We like you a lot.” She continued running her finger over my chest and then dipped down toward my crotch, barely skipping by my bulging member. “And it looks like you like us a lot, too.”
“I...I’m sorry,” I said.
“Sorry? For what?!”
“I don’t even know. I’m extremely nervous right now,” I said. And I was. I wanted with every fiber of my being to tear Krista’s clothes off and bury myself in her gorgeous breasts. I couldn’t pull the trigger.
“You let me do the work,” Krista said, as if she read my mind. “We’re, well, Carrie and I both get really into sex. You might say we’re kind of addicted to it. We were talking about you nonstop these past few days.” She started to rub her tits, pushing them together and letting them fall, over and over, and she bit her lower lip while staring at me through half-lidded eyes.
“Mmmmm,” she said hungrily. “We realllly like sex. So why don’t you let me pay you back a little, huh?”
My heart was pounding. Even with the door closed solidly behind me, I felt like I was falling backwards.
“That’s a good boy, Joe,” Krista said. “You just stay put. I’m looking forward to this.” She licked her lips and pulled a hair tie from her wrist, reaching back to secure her long brown hair in a ponytail...