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The past month was great now that Keith was sharing the load by dumping his loads in the pussies of the six girls and two women. The eight females were well satisfied by the two of us.
Nicole turned fifteen, but I was the one who felt like I received a birthday present. She had big tits and she read or heard about titfucking so that was what I did on a Friday night. A little lube on my cock and I slid in her cleavage as she pressed her tits together. I jizzed all over her neck. We fucked normally that night too. Twice! That was the great thing about sharing the girls with Keith. It allowed me to focus my evening on one girl and in this case appropriately Nicole for her birthday while the other girls still had Keith to pleasure them.
No female, or guy for that matter, ever felt slighted. Everyone shared and everything was going fantastic.
Things change. Nothing was more constant than change. Even good changes can be a challenge and try one's patience. There was always an adjustment period and I don't mean the periods the girls had.
The next door neighbors on my right moved out. They were an older retired couple probably both in their sixties. I went to work one day and came home to discover they no longer lived there. How I figured it out was Courtney and her cop mom Krysta came out of the house. Obviously, coming out of a house was not a clincher to indicating my neighbors were gone.
"We live next door now!" Courtney said excitedly.
"What?" I reacted.
"We do!" said Krysta.
"How... ?"
"Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes," Krysta said. "We'll bring it over and tell you all about it."
That was how I decisively knew I had new neighbors.
"This is delicious," I complimented, taking another forkful of dinner.
"So you want to hear what we did?" Courtney said impatiently.
"Sure."
"We wanted to live closer to you," said Krysta.
"Okay."
"So we came up with this idea."
If they were so eager to tell me then why wouldn't they just TELL me?
"Do you want to hear it?" Courtney asked.
"Yes," I replied, trying to hold back my frustrations.
"So you know Mr. and Mrs. Gordon?"
I nodded my head. They WERE my next door neighbors.
"We needed to encourage them to move," said Krysta. "We made a plan."
"It was fun!" said Courtney.
"Tell me," I said.
Courtney narrated first.
Courtney rang the doorbell. She was a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
"Hello," said the lady.
Courtney eyed the older woman and smiled.
"Good morning!" she said cheerily. "My name is Courtney. I'm working on my Good Service badge. I am volunteering my services in the community. For one week, I will help around your house. I will do any cleaning that you need or any job you would like done."
"I don't think we need anything," Mrs. Gordon politely declined.
"I also do gardening and other yard work. I don't even mind cleaning bathrooms. I'll do a great job." Courtney hated cleaning the bathroom but she'd do it if it meant Mom's plan came true.
"Who is it?" a man said, appearing.
"I'm Courtney," she began again. "I'm trying to earn my Good Service badge by serving the community I live in and love. I will do any jobs for free over the next week. Just tell me what you want."
"I'm sorry," said Mrs. Gordon. "We don't need your services."
"Really?" she said pouting and looking teary. This was what Mom said to do if she was rejected. "Everybody else around here lets me do something for at least one day. I don't have to be here all week. I don't want to fail."
The couple looked at each other. They felt sorry for the mournful girl.
"I'm sure we can find something for you to do," Mrs. Gordon said.
"Really?" she said hopefully. She quivered her lip just like she practiced in the mirror.
"Yes," Mr. Gordon said.
"All week?"
"We'll see," Mrs. Gordon said. "Why don't you come in?"
Courtney bounded in happily as if she wasn't crying a second ago.
"Where should I start?" she asked. "Vacuuming?"
"You could do that," Mrs. Gordon said.
She was shown the vacuum. "I'll start in the bedrooms."
"Don't do our bedroom."
"Why not?"
Mrs. Gordon didn't answer right away. She didn't want to say she didn't trust the girl since she seemed nice but the girl could be a thief. There was no reason for her to be alone in their bedroom.
Mr. Gordon said, "I'll sit in there and watch her. Everything will be okay."
Courtney didn't like when she had to vacuum at home, so she certainly didn't like vacuuming someone else's house but she maintained a cheery disposition. Mr. Gordon followed her around. He must not have anything else to do. It was perfect though. He was crucial to the plan.
She did a better job than she did at home. Mom had stressed how important it was to do the best job possible. Courtney was diligent which meant it took longer than normal but that was okay.
She finished the guest room and transitioned to the second guest room. It was a three-bedroom house.
"So what do you do, Mr. Gordon?" she asked.
"I'm retired."
"You must still do something."
"I'm just enjoying life."
"So you just sit outside and watch the pretty girls go by, huh?"
"I keep myself busy around the house."
"I'm sure you do."
She started up the vacuum and the conversation was paused.
The conversation picked up again when she was in the Gordon's bedroom.
"I'm also trying to earn money doing things," she said.
"You didn't mention paying for anything," he said.
"Oh, not for this. It's all free like I said. I was hoping to do something that you specifically like, Mr. Gordon."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you know, as a guy."
Courtney abruptly pulled up her shirt exposing her bra then put it back down. Mr. Gordon stared which pleased her.
"It wouldn't cost you very much if you wanted to see more," she said. "You know, without this." She quickly exposed her bra again. "Or if you want, it would be okay to look at this." She pointed at her pussy.
"What are you saying?" he said. He heard her but he didn't believe her.
"I know men like teen girls. When men get older they have less chance to look at a girl like me though I know they still think I'm sexy. I want to give men a chance to look. Nothing more than that. I think you'd like it."
Mr. Gordon breathed in deeply and looked at the door.
She said, "I understand you might have to wait until your wife isn't home so she won't know about it."
Mr. Gordon was already thinking about ways to get his wife out of the house.
Courtney rang the Gordon doorbell the next day. The door opened almost immediately and Mr. Gordon greeted her with a big smile.
"Hi, Mr. Gordon," Courtney oozed.
"Hello, Courtney. Come on in."
She could feel Mr. Gordon's eyes on her as she passed by him. She smiled inside and surprisingly it gave her a little thrill.
"Come on, Karen. Go!" yelled Mr. Gordon.
"I need to do the dishes," she replied.
"Courtney can do them."
"She doesn't know where they go."
"I'll tell her."
"But you don't know either."
"I'll figure it out. Just go."
"I don't know what the rush is, Gary."
"You've wanted to get new curtains. It's the perfect day for it."
"I still don't understand you sometimes."
"Would you get out of here?"
Mrs. Gordon headed to the bedroom.
Courtney said with a sly smile, "Is it going to be a good day, Mr. Gordon?"
"You can call me Gary," he whispered. "Can I still see your... ? He pointed between her legs.
"My pussy, twat, cunt, hole, slit, cock holder, muffin, snatch?"
"Yes," he breathed. The girl sure knew a lot of words for her vagina.
"Uh-huh. We should probably do the dishes first to make sure they get done otherwise we might get too distracted and not do them before Mrs. Gordon gets back."
"Good idea." She was a smart girl.
Karen watched the girl wash the dishes. She didn't drop and break anything so that was good. Gary was drying. Why didn't he ever help normally?
"I'm going to go now," she said.
Gary came over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Take your time. You're going over to Decor Depot, right?"
"Yes but it's a 45 minute drive."
He cut her protest off. "You've said it yourself that it has the best. We want the best. I'll be okay. I'll keep our little maid busy." Courtney giggled which made him anxious.
Karen left.
Courtney and Gary silently finished the dishes. Courtney wondered why they didn't have a dishwasher. Didn't everybody?
"So are we all done?" she asked, keeping her giddy persona active for him.
"I think we are."
"Good!"
Courtney then surprised him by running to the bedroom.
She immediately pulled off her shirt and took off her bra. She heard his footsteps.
"Don't come in yet!" she shouted. "I want it to be a surprise. You want to see all of me, right?"
"Yes." He was just outside the door.
"Five dollars to see my tits and twenty more to see my pussy, so twenty-five total. Is that fair?"
"Very fair," he said. It was a bargain! He was prepared to pay much more. "Ready?"
"Almost."
She had undone her shoes and socks and had just slipped off her jeans. She pulled off her panties. She fluffed a pillow and laid her head on it. She opened her legs and finger combed her pubic hair then pushed her tits together. She was glad her tits developed in the last several months. She was now bigger than Cristina. It was embarrassing to be smaller since Cristina was younger than her.
"Okay."
He stepped in and saw the girl lying on her back. She had the cutest, perkiest tits he ever saw. She pointed him toward the foot of the bed.
He saw! His heart beat faster. There was her pussy, her cunt, her twat, and all the other words she said.
"Do you like it?" she asked, trying to sound naive.
"Oh, yes!"
"Really?"
"I certainly do."
"You're not just saying that, are you? I heard men will just say things."
"That is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."
"You can look closer if you want."
He climbed on the bed between her legs. He couldn't remember his cock feeling this hard in a long, long time. He didn't even need to take a blue pill.
He gazed at her but it wasn't enough to only look.
"Could I touch you, Courtney?"
"I guess so..." she said, acting nervous.
"How about fifteen dollars more?" he said, thinking creatively. "Five more to touch your tits and ten more to touch your pussy."
"That's like forty dollars! That's too much!"
"No, you deserve it. You're beautiful."
"You don't have to say that."
"But you are ... really."
He brought his hands in and she twitched when he touched her. He slowly opened her lips. It was so long since he saw such a young pussy. It was incredibly beautiful.
"That feels nice," she said.
"Good."
She was glad he was very slow and careful. He treated her delicately. Eventually, it started to feel pretty good and she let out a legitimate soft moan.
"Oh, Mr. Gordon, that feels awesome."
"Gary. Please call me Gary."
"I think I need you to touch my tits, Gary. They ache like they need you to touch them."
"I'd be glad to," he said. He carefully moved over her leg and to her side. His knees weren't what they used to be when he was young.
He caressed her tits. They were so firm. They were utterly amazing.
"Ooooh, Mr. Gary," she said, purposefully sounding respectful. "You need to suck them."
He leaned down and sucked on her near nipple.
"Oh, yes! That feels so good. Yes!"
He was amazed at how responsive the girl was. She was so sexual.
"You have great tits," he complimented.
"Oh, thank you," she said, keeping her polite act going. "This is so weird."
"Weird? What's weird?"
"My pussy. It itches really bad now."
"I know what to do," he said, carefully moving back between her legs.
"What? What are you going to do?"
He bent down again. He didn't feel too old to be in this position today. He felt young and vivacious.
She felt his tongue and immediately moaned "Mmmm!" and squirmed for him. It honestly DID feel pretty good.
"See?" he said. "How is your itch now?"
"Much better. Please don't stop."
"I won't."
He couldn't believe he was lapping and kissing a 15-year old's pussy. Life had been so dull, routine, and boring lately. It wasn't today. Not al all!
He wasn't skillful enough to make her cum, so Courtney eventually decided to fake it.
"Oh, yes! Yes, Mr. Gary." She rapidly thrust her hips into his face.
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