Gazebos and Vermouth - Part 4

Although a little sore I stripped down and cleaned up around the house. I had to make several detours to my bedroom full length mirror. What I saw sent waves of erotic stimulation pulses to my mind. My cock was hanging and being pulled down by the weight of the heavy ring. My body was smooth and hair free. My cock was leaking like grandmother's kitchen faucet.

Before leaving room 11B Evelyn had informed me that she 'only' had the tool to remove the ring from my cock head. I loved it but hadn't yet given thought on how to used my dick as a perpetrator penetrator of the cunt- luscious .

Back in the living room, I laid out several large beach towels on the floor. Then I went and poured baby oil in a spray bottle. I spritzed my body from neck to feet. From the small mirror over the fireplace mantle I could see my body shine. I gave extra attention to my new contraption. The oil and pre-cum were dripping off my cock.

My side living room window being with the blinds open, I could see movement in my next door neighbor's bedroom. Not by accident might I say. I was drawing an audience of someone. The house had recently been moved into. I bent over with my ass facing the window and spread my ass cheeks wide. The feel of the ring striking my inner thighs poured libido juice down my body.

I was wondering if St Andrews-by-the Sea was as liberal in thinking as I was. I was an American transplant. I thought back some five years in the past. My ex had been so conservative, no fault of hers. In courtship she was 'hot-hot', in communication she was not, yet she fucked three black guys and one was a friend of mine. He told me all about it. I'm all for openness, she wasn't. Now I'm here and crossed over the burning bridge. I was going to spread my proclivities. I didn't want to save grace, I wanted to fuck.

"I bet Max is banging her ass right now."

I could mentally see Cali laying naked on the floor with a fist up her pussy and one up her ass. These particular hands she took home with her from a rendezvous. I was thinking from the motel or lounge. She was screaming, "harder, harder". I walked in and she asked me to join the merriment.

"Only if she could be so liberal," I thought.

The lights in the bedroom across the way came on and Whistler's Mother stood at the window. She appeared to be the same age as Tom Mix if he was alive, and that would be about 120 years old.

She held up a large piece of cardboard and printed on it was, "I will be right over honey". I covered my crotch with my hands from embarrassment and pulled down my shade. I went to the kitchen to fix a strong drink. I had called the Pizza Boutique for a home delivery of a sausage pizza to be delivered at 10PM.

The door bell rang and I slipped on my robe before answering. It was the old gal from next door, without teeth. She pushed her way in, passed me and pulled the belt loose from my robe.

"Is that an engagement ring?" she asked.

She got down on her knees and started licking the head of my cock. "Put your hands on my tits honey," she said and she tore off her dress.

I was getting wired up and her tits were damn nice but they must have come from a Sears outlet. I tried to explained to her that I was too sore to perform, and she told me to get that 'mammy-jammer' that I had.

Old-smokey was smoking her twat as the damn door bell rang and I heard, "Pizza".