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The Gathering

By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2003


Chapter Eighteen - Molly, the Neighbor's Wife

Three months later on a Sunday morning Dutch found himself alone
reading the headline of the morning newspaper, "JFK Jr. Missing at
Sea." He scanned the article.
A grim search, read the headline in the L. A. Times,  the morning after
the plane belonging to the successor of John F. Kennedy's legacy was
due to arrive on Martha's Vineyard along with his wife and her sister
in a private plane bound for the Kennedy family compound. Their party
was to attend a wedding.
Everyone was at Kathy's softball game. 'Such a waste of life,' he
thought and put the paper down, stood up and stretched. He had promised
Rosa that he'd do something about repairing the run down fence
separating Rosa's house from the one next door.

This seemed as good a time as any and so after ambling out to the
garage and locating the necessary tools, he made several long overdue
minor repairs to the fence. Afterward he decided to give the fence a
primer coat and finish the job off over the course of the following
week. He rummaged around the garage and found some primer and a couple
of usable brushes.

Dutch thought he might as well get some sun and peeled off his shirt
and began applying the primer coat to the fence. Twenty minutes into
the job he reminded himself to consider the temperature before tackling
a job like this again. Still he consoled himself with the fact that the
pool was there for him if he got to hot. He decided to quit early
anyway.

Pausing to admire his finished product, he opened a beer and took a
long gulp. As he put the beer down on the ground, he heard the backdoor
slam shut next door. This was followed by the sound of feminine feet
clop-clopping across the patio and the screeching noise of a chaise
lounge being dragged over concrete. Dutch primed the next two boards
before noticing the knothole two boards over.

Always curious about females, he positioned himself in front of the
hole and peered through it. The neighbor's wife was lying out about
twenty feet from him, facing Dutch, her eyes closed. He searched his
memory for her name and came up empty. He recalled meeting the husband,
a frail looking guy, who if Dutch remembered was an accountant at the
local bank.

For a second or two, he wondered if she could possibly look up and see
his eye staring at her. Then he shrugged it off, 'fuck her,' he
thought, 'I'm painting the fucking fence, she comes out in that
bikini and I happen to catch a glimpse, so what?' He looked her over.
'Not bad though,' he said to himself, 'great legs, a brief enough
bikini, flat stomach. That guy's got a nice piece of ass going for
him.'

For the first time he realized he was getting a woody, and was
wondering how he could strike up a conversation with her when he
accidentally kicked the can of primer over. "Damn it!" He roared,
pissed at his clumsiness. Quickly he knelt down and tried to salvage as
much of the primer as possible, dipping the brush into it and slapping
it on the fence.

Her voice froze him in his tracks, "Now that's even better than Tom
Sawyer's routine."

He looked up and she was standing, peering over the fence at him. It
was only then that it occurred to him that her yard had a higher
elevation than his.

"Oh, hi," he said trying not to let his embarrassment show.
"I'm just a klutz I suppose."

"No, I don't think so," she replied. "Every time I paint
something I manage to spill paint where I shouldn't. In fact, my
husband . . . his name is Arnold . . . well, he's told me not to even
pick up a paintbrush."

Dutch smiled at her. "If you tell him about this, he'll probably
tell me the same thing."

She returned his smile with a nervous grin. "No fear of that
happening," she said and finally managed a smile, "he's hardly
ever around here anyways."

Rising to his feet, Dutch looked over the fence at her. 'Jesus,' he
thought, 'she's got a great set of tits.' "My name's Dutch.
I'm going out with Rosa."

"I thought as much," she said. "My name's Molly, Molly Reeves.
I don't really know Rosa. I mean, we've met and all, but we
haven't had an opportunity to get to know one another yet. I . . .
err, don't get out much."

"Well we can rectify that," he said. "There's a steak burning
contest going on over here around seven tonight. Why not drop by?
I'll tell the ladies to expect you."

"That's very kind of you. I might just do that. I do hate eating
alone."

"Your hus . . . I mean Arnold, won't he be coming too?"

"I seriously doubt it. He'll most likely be at the club."

"Too bad," he said obviously not meaning it.

"Say," Molly said, pursing her lips, "by any chance do you know
anything about pool filters?"

"What's wrong?"

"Ours is acting up and . . . well he's not here and I'd hoped to
get a swim in."

"Let me take a look," Dutch said and easily vaulted over the fence,
landing cat-like on his feet.

Molly watched him land, absorbing his masculinity and felt a tingle in
her loins. "Impressive!" She said and reminded herself to take a
breath.

He stared at her bunched up tits, barely constrained by her halter.
"Very." He said softly, but loud enough for Molly to hear. She
flushed as they sauntered over to the pool and the filtering mechanism.

"Here," she pointed and bent over. Dutch hung back enough to enjoy
seeing the taut bikini bottom form a vacuum and get drawn up into the
crack of her ass. Shifting his position to garner a look down into her
ample cleavage, he was pleased to see one of her aureole completely
exposed to his view. Taking a deep breath himself, he knelt next to her
and after a short struggle managed to open the clogged trap and clean
it of the debris, made sure it was functioning and closed the filtering
trap.

When he stood up he discovered Molly staring at his erection. Jerking
her eyes away, Molly spoke to him in a very sultry tone.

"Would you like another beer? I have a couple on ice . . . err, in
the fridge."

His eyes remained on her breasts as he answered, "If it's no
trouble and you join me."

"Sure. Be right back." He followed her as she retreated to her
home, her ass providing a little extra wiggle as she walked.

Molly was back with two ice cold beers very quickly. Dutch noticed her
nipples were a bit more evident through the stretchy fabric of her
bikini top. Handing him one, she sat down on the lounge chair and
invited him to sit down beside her.

"Will it hold the two of us?' He asked with a grin.

"It can hold three people," she said matter of factly waving her
hand about.

"Oh, then you've tested it out?" He said, grinning at her. Molly
went crimson after realizing his meaning. The convinced herself he
meant no harm. She was admiring his white teeth and thinking about them
being applied to her, in various erotic ways when her errant hand came
in contact with his rampant member.

"Oh!" She said.

"Oh!" He said.

They tried to laugh it off, but her nipples gave her away. She blushed
even deeper wondering just where this was going. Dutch glanced down at
his crotch and saw the pre-cum spot spreading over the porous material
of his shorts. Molly saw it too.

He took a long drink of his beer.

She licked her lips, hoping he'd make a move on her.

Nothing happened.

He was trying to determine when the women would return to the house
when Molly said, "Maybe we'd be more comfortable inside." That
convinced him she wanted it and he rose to his feet, his hardon obvious
to both. "Yeah, that's a good idea," he said hoarsely and
followed her inside.

In the kitchen, Molly was placing her beer on the countertop when he
moved against her, pressing his seething cock into her ass. She moaned,
but remained still. His left hand crossed her chest to her right breast
and cupped it. Molly responded by pressing her hips backwards and
rotating them a bit as she bit her lip in excitement.

He was thumbing her turgid nipple through the fabric of her bikini top
when she managed to stammer, "I . . . I was watching this movie
earlier. May . . . maybe you'd watch it with me?"

Jabbing his erection into the crack of her ass, he said, "Why not?"

They moved to the large couch in the living room. Molly picked up the
remote, switched on a porno movie in which a large, very well endowed
black man was being blown by a pretty blonde.

"You've got great tits," he said removing one from her halter and
studying it.

"You really think so?" Molly was obviously in need of some
compliments.

"Oh yeah," and he leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth.

Molly moaned as he bit down on it.

On the television screen, the blonde was running her hands over her
breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect
nipples.

Molly's fingertips were tracing the outline of his fat prick, still
encased in his shorts.

"Take your clothes off, Molly," he whispered to her right ear.

Reaching behind her in that graceful manner women have, she opened the
knot with one hand, relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit and the
skimpy top fell off, dropping into Dutch's lap.

"Everything," He rasped hoarsely, "everything."

He took in her breasts. They were huge, hanging ever so slightly from
their weight. Her areole the size of a silver dollar, eraser sized
nipples fully erect, begging to be bitten over and over.

Raising her hips and placing her thumbs into the bikini bottoms, Molly
managed to remove them; and using her left foot, flung them away.

"And now you!" She gasped her voice husky and her eyes smoky. But
he kissed her instead, feeling her lips vibrate with another muffled
moan. One of Molly's hands slipped into his shorts and began to rub his
member as their hungry tongues probed with almost desperate need.

On the screen, the blonde still had one hand working on her breasts.
Her other hand was now playing with her belly, pubic hair, and, every
once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy slit as she
eagerly sucked on the longest dick Dutch had ever seen.

"Please," Molly pleaded, "let me have it. I have to have it in my
mouth like she does."

He couldn't take much more anyway and wrested his shorts off, kicking
them away and ironically, they landed on top of her bikini bottoms. His
thick, eight-inch cock sprang free from its confinement and stood
pointing upward. Molly's breasts lightly brushed against his
genitalia as she reached for it. Then grasping it with both hands,
Molly began a slow jerking motion on his prick, and after thoroughly
coating the head of his member with a combination of pre-cum and her
own saliva, she leaned further and blew a hot, wet breath along the
length of it.

His cock jerked involuntarily.

Molly was grinning as she gazed up at him. The grin turned wickedly
evil as she took just the tip of it into her mouth, and swirling her
tongue around the rest of his cock head, twittered around the sensitive
ridge. His hips flexed involuntarily and his massive cock jumped again.


She laughed. "You have the most delightful cock," she murmured
nibbling around his testicles.
Dutch moaned and Molly took the length of him into her warm, moist,
mouth. He had already classified her as a great cocksucker, even before
she'd really got going on him.

"And you can really suck a cock."

"Your cock, maybe!" she croaked, breathing with difficulty between
her urgent slurping and wet sucks.

He looked down past her fair-haired head and saw from the movement of
her hips that she was working on herself, too. "Your fingers are busy
too." He said hoarsely. He could also see the TV above her head, the
black stud was ass-fucking the blonde, who apparently loved every
stroke he was hammering into her.

Molly ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and then engulfed
him, taking about five inches of him into her throat. He raised his
arms and shook off his T-shirt.

"Mmmmmm!" She slurped.

He realized he wasn't going to last much longer.

Molly increased her suction. "Mmmmmm!"

Dutch could feel a pleasant tightening of his stomach muscles. Between
gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Molly's mouth, he told
her he was getting ready to come. She responded by squeezing his balls
and taking him further into her mouth, using her tongue in still more
delightful convolutions.

Now he was actively fucking her mouth. With both hands on her head,
clenching and pulling her blond hair, getting closer and closer to the
edge; he could feel his balls pulling in to his body in anticipation of
what wasn't far away. Molly finally pushed him over the edge by running
her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on his cockhead. Dutch
thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as he
started spurting down her throat. Molly didn't even try to move away;
she just kept sucking on his cock, swallowing its load, and draining
the last of the sperm from him.

After he had collapsed back on the couch and was idly caressing her
hair, Molly let his softening cock slip from her mouth and moved up to
kiss him. She hadn't swallowed all of his jizm; he tasted himself as
their tongues entwined.

Wanting nothing more than to make Molly come herself, Dutch nibbled on
her ear, planted little kisses in her hair, on the nape of her neck, in
the hollow of her throat and on her shoulders, doing his best to drive
her crazy. She shuddered and moaned, then stopped him and turned
around. Her breasts were red from his attention and her face was
flushed.

"Wait," she said, then turned around and bent over, giving him a
wonderful view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts
he saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs.
He could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly
colored downy pubic hair. Many of those hairs had tiny droplets of
Molly's juices hanging from them, a sight that turned him on again.

As he felt himself lengthening once more, Molly licked a finger and
then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After
lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, she pressed inward, then
ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, she ran the finger along her puffy
labia and into her slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit
harder. Dutch couldn't stand watching her any longer and therefore got
up and pulled her back down on the couch. Molly's questing fingers
felt his arousal and squeezed him hard. He bit one nipple and tugged on
the other, causing her to yelp aloud with satisfaction. Quickly he sent
a questing finger into her dripping cunt.

She shuddered, but moved away from his finger. At first, Dutch didn't
understand, but her motive soon became apparent as the fingertips of
both hands wandered down his chest and stomach. When she reached his
navel, Dutch's elongated prick slipped in between her breasts and
bumped along her sternum.

After slapping her turgid nipples and breasts with his prick and
hearing her whimper with anticipation, he bent to suckle them. Then
using the very tip of his tongue and licking broad, rough swathes over
her aureole, he enticed her nipples to new heights. Molly grasped his
head and hugged it roughly against her chest. Dutch played windshield
wiper, first licking the right nipple, then the left.

Molly began to writhe. She attempted to force his head downward, but
lacked the strength to do so. However he got the message and was soon
kissing and licking his way across her abdomen
Her pelvis arched upward to meet his tongue and fingers. And as soon as
she felt his fingers upon her, Molly began massaging her breasts.

Intuitively, Dutch knew Molly hadn't been laid in a while and was
desperate for a wholesome fucking. 'Could he make her a regular piece
of ass?' He wondered, caressing her inner thighs.

She was moaning deliriously now, her legs spread lewdly as he moved his
fingers in and out of her. He continued to tease her, spreading her
labia with two fingers while continuing to probe her cunt with two
others. He brought his mouth close to her drooling cunt and kissed the
top of her mons. Molly's entire body was trembling and she kept
moaning softly. He was glad they had moved inside and although he
didn't know it, so was Molly.

'I'm, so hot . . . I must be a slut,' she thought. 'I should
have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.'
She trembled at the thought. 'What's the matter with me? Oh, oh,
oh, I need him in me!'

At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her
clit pop free of its sheath.
He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach
muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the
cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from the
pressure. He took his finger from her cunt and stuck it up her ass and
listened as her breath whooshed out, followed by a slow, excruciating
inhalation. Molly wriggled her ass trying to gain even deeper
penetration.

He established an alternating rhythm, first pressing his finger into
her hole then sending another finger on a probe of her juicy cunt.
Satisfied with himself, he bent his head close and traced his tongue
through her pubic hair. Molly jerked upright and pressed his head
tightly against her, an indication that she was clearly enjoying the
sensations.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When
he fastened his lips to her nipple and hummed, Molly's sporadic moans
turned to a crescendo of unending groans and pleadings for him to
please fuck her, please suck her, now!

Dutch continued to finger-fuck her ass and cunt while sucking on her
nipple. Molly applied more pressure to his head, which also forced him
to bring additional pressure to her sensitive nerve endings. As his
fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her cunt
made a series of sucking noises. Dutch laved his tongue between her
breasts and those sensations became too much for her. Every muscle
tensed and she began to quiver spasmodically, bucking wildly.

She began to come.

He continued to tongue-lash her breasts, extending her pleasure as wave
after wave swept over her. Molly was counting her orgasms -- that is --
until the eighth one hit, then overwhelmed by it all, she passed out.

He held her in his arms until she was sufficiently recovered.

"Like it?" He asked, before kissing her.

Her voice was hardly discernible, "Yes . . . Yes, I . . . really
needed that."

"There's more in store for you," he smiled and kissed her again.
This time her tongued responded and the kiss lasted a while.

His prick was jutting out from his body, a detail Molly soon noticed.

"Want to try something kinky?" She grinned.

"I'm game for anything sweetheart," he responded.

" kay, why don't you lay on your back?"

"Going to do all the work, eh?"

Coyly, she answered him, "Maybe."

He rolled over on his back as she had requested. Molly shoved her hands
between her legs and when she was satisfied they had sufficient
moisture on them, rubbed them over her breasts, especially into her
abundant cleavage. Realizing what she was up to, Dutch helped out,
licking each nipple as they hovered above him.
Molly moved into place and lowered her breasts around his cock, her
nipples pointing at him, engorged again. Molly began moving slowly back
and forth, fucking his prick with her hanging teats, giving it little
licks and sucks each time his prick came into her range.

"Always wanted to try this," she husked, looking at him through
smoldering eyes.

Lifting her right leg, she placed it over his and let him feel her
growing heat as she ground her pussy against him. Soon, she was
breathing heavily and Dutch was thrusting into her cleavage and
groaning himself. Just before he could come, Molly gripped him with her
hands and squeezed the lower end of his shaft, curtailing his orgasm
for the moment.

"Not ready for you to cum yet," she moaned, her eyes glazed over
with lust.

Gliding down his muscular form, she found her pussy aligned with his
rigid cock and lowered her self down onto it. When the very tip touched
her folds, she stopped.

"Come on!" He groused, "let me in!"

She giggled and then whispered, "Not by the hair on your
chinny-chin-chin!"

Dutch knew she was going to torment him as he had her and tried to
prepare himself. Molly lowered herself about an inch. His cockhead was
in contact with her cunt, but Molly began rotating her hips ever so
slightly, then changed directions and circled in the opposite
direction.
The stimulation for both was intensely exhilarating.
"Need you!" She moaned and slowly settled down upon his shaft.


Dutch couldn't believe the sensations her actions caused; her pussy was
very tight, he felt the pussy walls contract with Molly's sudden
intake of breath accompanying his full penetration. He himself had
stopped breathing.

Then, Molly was lifting herself up and down and he began to thrust in
time with her. Each time, his cock would pull out until the head was
barely inside her, then it would penetrate to its full length. She kept
the pace slow. Not slow, slow, but measurably slow. He was groaning and
holding onto her hips, Molly grimaced with joy as she pulled hard on
her nipples. Eventually, Molly tired and they changed positions, with
her on her back. He wasted no time in penetrating her again, sliding
his whole length into her with the first stroke.

She raised her hips up to meet next thrust -- then wrapped her legs
around him reveling in the sensation of his cock her warm, wet pussy.

Content to make it last as long as possible, Dutch alternated his
steady fucking by occasionally picking up the pace, and pumping into
Molly with a series of short, tight strokes that built tension in his
belly. Molly moaned loader as he pumped her, and shrieked a surprised
"YES!" when he slipped a finger down to press on the top of her clit as
his prick stimulated it from below.

Molly was flushed and breathing heavily; both were covered with a light
sheen of sweat. Dutch's ass was bucking with a life of its own,
striving to meet her thrusting hips and drive his prick even further
into her tightness.

Molly realized he was about to come and began bucking even harder
against him, trying to reach her orgasm with him.

Her pussy had been squeezing against his prick with steady, firm
contractions. Suddenly it clamped down as her orgasm arrived
accompanied by her loud screams of pleasure. With one last spasmodic
thrust, he came, the sperm boiling out of his testicles, rocketing
against her vaginal walls, stalking her ovaries. He realized it was one
of the longest ejaculations of his life.

When his cock was finally done pulsating, they collapsed together and
lay there, cooling off.
Ultimately, Molly got up and put a housecoat on. "You better get
dressed and back next door," she said, a forlorn expression on her
face, as though conceding that this was just a one-time fling.

He saw this and was saddened.

Reaching out, he touched her chin with his fingertips. "I meant what
I said before."

Puzzled, all Molly could manage was a stupefied, "Huh?"

"You know, come on over a little later. Have dinner with us. My Rosa
would be glad to have you. I'm serious."

"You think? No, I couldn't presume . . . "

"Hey," he chucked her under the chin this time. "You come over
even if what's-his-name shows up. Bring him too.

"He won't," she said and then perked up and gave him a brilliant
smile. "But I will!"
He kissed her longingly and left with a fresh hardon, thinking about
Rosa's reaction when he told her all about Molly.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
The_panda@hotmail.com

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