Ron Taylor: Nympho sisters next door

She blinked hard, unwilling to miss anything.

Dwayne was fisting his cock now, stroking it lazily but firmly, his hand moving up and down the shaft from cock-knob to nuts. He had a big cock-knob, and she could see enough of his balls to know that they were huge also. They hung over the lowered top of his shorts, bouncing slightly as his hand worked his prick.

Joanna's own hand was inside her panties now. She couldn't believe that she was actually masturbating herself while she watched her nephew play with his prick. But the heat that simmered from her turned-on cunt bathed her finger in a steamy mist of arousal.

She wetted her finger in her pussy-hole, smeared the warm juice across the budding tip of her clit, pushing it like a button and moaning delicately, fearfully, in response. It felt so good that she wanted to scream, but she didn't dare make a bit more noise than was absolutely necessary. She couldn't allow Dwayne to find out she was spying!

But he was wrapped up in himself now, she could tell. He stood by his mirror, watching himself as he whacked off. His eyes were fixed on the mirrored image. Obviously the sight turned him on, as it did Joanna.

He began to sway more responsively to the music, and even though she couldn't hear it, the rhythm spread to Joanna as well. She pushed a finger into the cunt, shoving it deep, stirring it around and around, feeling the piss-like flow of moisture oozing into the hollow of her clutching hand. Her pussy was tight and wet and hot inside.

I don't do things like this! Joanna told herself in shock, but she couldn't stop! She'd already pulled her nightgown up to bare her tits, and she was leaning forward, her tongue lapping at her nipples as her hand lifted them. Her tongue was like a hot wire scraping her skin.

Her other hand was busy as hell in her pussy, fucking in and out, stopping momentarily to send a little more delicious stimulation to the throbbing tip of her pearl-pink clitoris. She squeezed at her wet cuntlips and moaned again, a growly sound coming from deep in her belly.

Dwayne paused in his whacking-off, at almost the same moment, and Joanna felt as if she were going to shit where she stood.

His hand dropped off his rigid prick and his head turned to one side. At least he wasn't looking toward the door.

Joanna hesitated, her tits heaving and bare, her finger crammed up her wet tight cunt. Dwayne walked lazily toward the window.

The curtain was drawn.

Joanna watched as her nephew peered out the window.

"Damn," he sighed. "Not fucking bad at all."

What was he looking at? His window faced the Parsons' house, next door. Joanna thought a moment. Then, letting her nightgown drop, she tiptoed into the bathroom, which was situated between her bedroom and Dwayne's. She went to the window and peeked out, and her jaw dropped.

Belinda Parsons was undressing in her bedroom. The light was on. The window was open.

The nasty little slut! Joanna thought. Look at her!

Her teenage blonde neighbor had apparently just come in from a date. She was a little more dressed up than usual, and Joanna had to admit that Belinda looked good.

Belinda unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it. She wore lacy white panties, pale stockings, and a white garter belt underneath.

Hooker underwear, Joanna thought.

Belinda pulled her top upward. Under it, she wore a little camisole. Her full tits made prominent bulges under the lacy garment.

Joanna could even see the bullet-like indentations of Belinda's nipples punching out the front of the camisole. It was undone down the front, and as the girl leaned forward, one of her tits came oozing out. It was a big, ripe-looking, fully-tanned tit, capped with a big pink nipple.

Belinda tossed back her blonde hair and straightened up to her full five-nine, her tit still sticking out. She slid her hand over her tit, then opened the camisole the rest of the way, exposing both tits to the open window.

A moment later, she took off the camisole, tossing it over her shoulder. She turned around, stroking her full, lush hips, then hooking her thumbs in her panties and sliding them downward. She stepped out of them and remained a moment, her back to the window, before she turned.

Joanna gasped at the sight of her teen neighbor.

Belinda had a great body.

The girl stood languidly, if she were unaware of how good she looked. But that was silly. No one could look like Belinda Parsons and not know it.

She walked around the room in her garters, stockings, and high, heels, prancing like a stripper, as if she were fully aware that she was being spied upon from the house next door.

Joanna shivered, imagining what her nephew was doing as he stared at Belinda. She could envision his hard cock pulsing in his hand. Yes, he was jerking it now, she knew, stroking his meat as he watched Belinda. No normal eighteen-year-old boy could look at something like Belinda Parsons and keep his fucking prick under any kind of control!

Joanna had never before really considered how sexually provocative. Thalia Parsons' daughter was. Seeing her now, parading around like that, she realized that Belinda looked like a porno starlet. She was one sexy little number! But she wasn't little at all, not with her height, her big bouncing C-cup tits, her swelling ass, and her long sinuous legs.

Joanna shook her head and turned away. She was starting to have some very uncomfortable thoughts and she didn't want to have them. She tiptoed out of the bathroom and back into the hallway, down to Dwayne's partly open door. She peeked into his room.

Dwayne was hanging onto the windowsill with one hand, and holding his cock in the other. His panting was loud and unmistakable as he stroked his meat, and his eyes were fixed upon the free show from the house next door.

"Goddamn!" he sighed. "Oh, Goddamn! I think I'm gonna like it here in Albany!"

Probably he was speaking louder than he intended, because the headphones were still plugged to his ears. Joanna went back up the hallway, into her own bedroom. She dropped her robe, then she lay down on the bed.

She tossed for a moment, and then she cupped her tingly-nippled tits, leaning down to kin the nipples. Her thighs squeezed together against the yearning bun of her cunt. Her pussy ached so deliciously, and she knew she had to do something for satisfaction.

Well, Dwayne was occupied, and the music in his headphones would probably mask the noise. With a sigh, Joanna opened her nightstand drawer and took out the vibrator.

"Looks like it's me and you again tonight." She pressed the cool plastic against her lips. Her thumb flipped the vibrator on. She lay back, legs open, pussy waiting for the humming battery-driven caress.

Dwayne Murphy smiled. It came so fucking easy to him. He knew he wasn't the smartest guy around, and surely he wasn't the best looking dude in the world either, but when he was with a woman – any woman – he was on his home turf and he was carrying the ball. Every time. Every Goddamn time.

Take this lady, for example. All he had to do was smile, and she looked at him as if Tom Selleck had just called for a date. Looking into her bright blue eyes, he knew that if he wanted it, he could have, her panties off and his click up her snatch in a minute. It never failed.

It was his second day in Albany, and his first day on the job. Aunt Jo had gotten him summer work here at the university, for which he was really grateful. He could use the money.

"Now this is important," the lady was telling him, but he wasn't really listening. He was studying the curve of her tits under the rather thin, summer blouse she was wearing.

She had nice tits. A little small, sure, but they looked like perfect apples when she moved just so, and the fabric of her shirt clung to the rounded shapes. He could see the lace of her bra, outlined under the blouse, showing through, when she turned slightly toward the light.