Rene DeLong heard the bicycle rattling down the road in front of her house. She jumped out of her easy chair and raced to the window to peep through the blinds. There, peddling down the street toward the house directly across the street from her own, was Tommy Avera. Just barely fifteen years old, Tommy was returning from his paper route, a job he had just begun a few weeks earlier. In spite of his young age, he was physically well-developed. He was 5 feet, ten inches tall with sandy blond hair, and broad shoulders. Like many teenagers, Tommy was all arms and legs which suggested an awkwardness about him. When Rene saw Tommy jump off his bike in the driveway, she reached down to the crotch of her tight jeans and rubbed her clit through the fabric. The young boy turned her on like no male had ever turned her on before. The fact that he was young and awkward did not matter to her. What attracted her to Tommy was her knowledge that this young teen was well hung. She had seen his cock, and simply could not believe it was attached to such a young man.
Just a few months ago, Rene had moved into her new house with her two young daughters. She had just divorced her husband after a miserable eight-year marriage. She had finally caught him in the act, screwing his secretary on the floor of their living room. She had come home early from work and entered their house quietly, curious about why his car was in the driveway so early in the day. She had suspected for quite some time that he was fooling around on her. Even so, she was not prepared for the sight she beheld when she opened the front door. There on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace was Larry, humping and pumping, his cock buried in the cunt of his brunette secretary who laid beneath him with her legs up around him, her heels pushing his ass forward forcing him to fuck her deeper. Rene's timing was awful. At just the exact moment she walked in, Larry was in the throes of an orgasm, grunting and moaning as his piston- like cock spewed its load into the waiting pussy of the 22-year-old bimbo below him.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, give it to me," Rene heard the young woman scream as Larry shot his wad deep into her tight hole. Rene stood there in shock. In her heart, she was not surprised to learn that all her suspicions about her husband's infidelity were true. She just didn't dream that she would learn the truth this way. There he was, plowing away, thrust after thrust into his secretary's pussy as she writhed beneath him on the living room floor.
It was the young girl who first became aware of Rene's presence. She looked up to see her lover's wife staring in disbelief as the woman's husband came inside her. She began to pound on his back. "Larry! Your wife!"
Larry turned his head to see Rene looming over them. "Oh, shit!" he cursed, lifting himself up off of his secretary, his cock still squirting cum onto the secretary's pubic hair and the carpet beneath her.
Rene wasted no time. She grabbed the heavy ashtray that sat on the coffee table and lobbed it at him, catching him square in his nuts. Disabled by the blow to his testicles, Larry doubled over in pain, breathless. Then Rene turned to the young secretary, screaming, "Get out of my house, you slut! Get your fucking clothes, and get out of here. Whore!" Rene didn't wait for the dumbfounded girl to get dressed. She grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to the front door, pushing her out naked. Only as an afterthought did she scoop up the clothes she left behind and threw them out the door at the nude woman standing out front, her body exposed to anyone who might be passing by.
Rene turned her attention to her cheating husband who was still unable to do more than lie there in front of her, incapacitated by the impact of the ashtray that struck his balls.
"Goddam you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Rene screamed at him, kicking his ass. "Isn't it bad enough you're screwing around on me. Why did you have to bring that little bitch here to screw her?" She was relentless, kicking him over and over, continuing to yell at him. "Where do you get off fucking that little tramp in our living room? You're gonna pay for this!" And with that, she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, turning his head toward the semen he had shot on the carpet, and pushed his face down into the goo. "Eat this!"
Larry did pay for his foolish indiscretions. The divorce settlement cost him nearly everything he had. Though Rene got custody of the girls and was awarded the house, she no longer cared to remain there. Every time she entered the house, all she could picture was the scene she had walked in on the day she had caught him in the act. She made arrangements to sell the house and moved into a new house in a new neighborhood with new neighbors. And there was one neighbor she really wanted to get to know very well - Tommy Avera.
On the Saturday after she had just finished moving in, Rene decided to introduce herself to some of her neighbors. She took her daughters, Laura and Claire, to meet the people living nearby. Rene was hopeful that some of her neighbors might have children about the same age as her girls. Laura was 6 years old, Claire had just turned 4. Neither of the neighbors living next door were at home when she knocked on their doors, so with kids in either hand, she ambled on across the street. Knocking on the door of the house across the street, she admired the well-kept lawn and shrubbery that surrounded her neighbor's home. Within a few seconds, a woman in her 30's opened the door.
"Hello," said the woman, "may I help you?"
"Hi," said Rene. "I'm Rene DeLong. I'm your new neighbor from across the street. I just came over to introduce myself."
"Oh, hi. I'm Ruth Avera. So you're living in the old Watson couple's house. Come on in."
Rene and the girls walked in the Avera home. "These are my girls. This is Laura and this is Claire. Say 'hi' to Mrs. Avera."
"You girls can call me Miss Ruth, okay? My, but you are both so pretty!"
Ruth led the threesome into the kitchen. "Have a seat. I was just getting ready to pour myself a cup of coffee. Care for some?" Ruth asked Rene.
"I'd love some," answered Rene.
"How about the girls? I've got some Coke."
"Okay. But just a little bit."
For the next half-hour or so, the two women sat at the kitchen table, chatting about the neighborhood as Ruth told Rene about the other neighbors, sharing all the gossip she knew. After awhile, they began to talk about themselves. It turned out that, like Rene, Ruth was also divorced, starting over again after a marriage that had managed to last almost 16 years. As they talked, Rene looked about the kitchen, admiring how nicely the room was decorated.
"I love the way your house looks. Such warm colors."
"Thank you," said Ruth. "I'm pleased with how it's all turned out. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. Say, would you like to look at the rest of the house?"
"I'd love to," replied Rene. "Now you girls behave yourself down here while Mommy looks at the rest of Miss Ruth's house."
"If it's alright with you," said Ruth, "the girls can play out back. The yard is fenced in, and there's a swing set out there. It's been there since Tommy was little."
"Okay, " said Rene. "You girls have fun."
As the girls headed out the back door, Ruth gave Rene a tour of the house. They surveyed the living room and the den before heading upstairs. Ruth showed Rene her bedroom, and the two women discussed where she had bought the furnishings.
"Now down the hall is Tommy's room. I don't think you want to see that. You know teenagers. I'd hate to think how messy it is."
"I understand. My brothers were real pigs when they were teenagers. Probably still are." The women laughed.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom while we're up here?" asked Rene.
"No, not at all. It's down the hall right past Tommy's room. I'll meet you downstairs," said Ruth.
Rene stepped into the bathroom, slipping her jeans and panties down as she sat on the toilet to relieve herself. She liked Ruth and felt very comfortable in the Avera house. Rene finished peeing, wiped herself and began pulling her pants and undies back up over her hips as she flushed the toilet. After washing and drying her hands, she stepped out into the hall to head back down the stairs. It was at that moment that she heard a sound that seemed to come from the room that Ruth had indicated was her son's bedroom. It sounded to Rene like a bedspring squeaking and very heavy labored breathing. Without thinking, curiosity got the best of her. She walked quietly toward the door and noticed that the door was open just a crack. She put her head close to the door, squinted, and looked through the door that was slightly ajar.
She nearly gasped at what she saw. There was a young man lying in the bed right next to the door. The head of the bed was against the wall nearest to the door and from her angle she could not see the young man's face or chest. But she could see that he was totally naked below. And she could see that the young man's hand was stroking his cock. It was an enormous cock, at least eight inches in length. But the length was not what impressed Rene the most; it was the thickness of his cock that Rene could not believe. It seemed to be as thick as her wrist.
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