Next door fucking

You kissed your daughter on the forehead and scribbled a note on her nightstand telling her that you will be in the neighborhood and to call if needed.

You then went to your own bedroom, cleaning yourself up and putting on a new pair of pants. Despite being slightly overweight, you forego a shirt for the first time in years and put on a simple pair of sandles. You grab your cell phone, smiling when you see the message:

STATEWIDE MEDICAL ALERT: A MISTER JOHN J. DOE, 39, OF OAK VALLEY, HAS BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH THREE-HOUR SYNDROME. PLEASE BE ADVISED IT IS LEGALLY AND MORALLY REQUIRED TO ACCOMMODATE HIM WITH ANY PHYSICAL NEEDS HE MAY REQUIRE IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. PLEASE CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFORMATION.

Every phone in the state had received the message. You checked your phone for several messages. Your secretary Tina had temporarily closed down the office. The principal had put you on leave from coaching. Your ex-wife Cassie wanted you to call her immediately, although you had no intention of doing so. You had more than a few well-wishers and Julie had texted a couple times before she went to the hospital.

You didn't answer any of the texts at the moment, and put your phone on silent. You were following the standard plan of a 3-Hourer. Step #2: Experimentation.

You knew the basic "powers", pretty much that you could ask anyone for sex and they would be obliged to give it to you. Rumor had it, there would be no jealousy, no anger, no attempt to stop you or convince you otherwise. These were tropes of the syndrome in literature and movies, and you were beginning to believe they were all real. You had two and a half hours to get sex, and you had someone in mind.

In high school, the most beautiful girl in your senior class was Mandy Jones. You had asked her out one time, the bravest thing you ever did, and she laughed in your face. Before two days ago, the only woman you had ever been with, outside of prostitutes, was your wife, a known slut you had accidentally impregnated in college, despite both of you using birth control at the time.

But Mandy had married your realtor, Ted Andrews, and now lived three doors down. You sold them insurance and their daughter, Alice, was on your volleyball team. You knew then and there that you wanted to fuck Mandy right in front of Ted's face and he would smile and thank you for it.

In your pants and sandals you saddled down the sidewalk. Old Mrs. Hennessy waved you down, asking if you needed to fuck, and you politely turned her down. You soon arrived at the Andrews House.

As expected on this mid-afternoon, Ted answered the door. "Hey, John. No shirt, no shoes?" he said, laughing.

"Hi Ted. Is uh, your wife here?"

"No, she's still at work, I think. Burning the midnight oil and all that." Ted looked at you suspiciously. "Did you need to fuck her or something?"

"Oh - um, yes," you state, trying to add firmness to your voice.

Ted responded jovially. A big man who three days ago may have beat you to a pulp for even looking at his wife wrong, he was now willing to offer her on a silver platter. "I'll give her a call," he stated as he led you to the kitchen.

"Hey, honey, I'm here with John Doe, the insurance guy with that three hour thing. Yeah. Yeah. So, I guess he wants to fuck you. Really? High school? Heh. Alright. I'll let him know." Ted hung up and looked at you with apologetic eyes.

"Mandy's downstate at a conference, but she'll be up here in about five hours. I know that's too long to wait, but I think I have an idea."

Ted led you from the kitchen to the stairwell, and yelled upstairs. "Alice!" No response. "Alice!!"

"I'm busy, Dad, what do you want?!" was a yell in response.

"Get down here, right now!"

Alice Andrews stamped her feet as she held her cell phone. She was wearing a black halter top with some band you didn't recognize on there and a denim skirt over pantyhose.

"Coach John?" her eyes widened, "Oh, you're here to fuck me. Okay." Her attitude vanished immediately.

"Actually," said Ted, "he's here to fuck your mother, but I figured you'd do fine until she gets back up here."

Ted continued: "Now fucking isn't that hard to do, especially for a young woman..."

"I know how to fuck, Dad. I'm 18. I have a boyfriend." Her father seemed upset at this news, but held his tongue.

"Let's all go in the kitchen!" you loudly interject, trying to corral the conversation to your imminent sex.

Ted walked in first, grabbing an apple from the central table. "Stay right there, Ted," you said as you lead Alice to the opposite side. They don't appear to be speaking to each other as you bend her down almost into the fruit basket and reach under her shirt to cup her breast.

Her breasts were the smallest you felt all day, but they were still a handful, under her shirt and bra. With your left hand, you unbuttoned her skirt, and she helped you pull it and her panties down. You felt her tight, neatly trimmed pussy, and attempted to pleasure her a bit with your left hand - despite your lack of coordination on that side.

She didn't moan or respond. She didn't get wet. She was still dry as all hell as she stared daggers at her dad.

"Ted. Lube," is all you said as he barely responded, angry for his daughter for having had sex - outside of this instance. He grabbed a jar of vaseline from the kitchen cabinet and slid it over to you.

You dropped your pants and oiled up your cock. You oiled up her pussy. You quickly rammed right into her and it was apparent she wasn't lying about her lack of virginity. You pumped in and out with no ceremony. She bounced back and forth, never losing sight of her father less than three feet away.

Minutes passed. He called her a whore. She called him a deadbeat. He somehow made a cup of coffee and began drinking it, and she spit in his face. You looked at your watch and realized you needed to cum soon, but the scene was making you even less erect.

You exited her vagina and with one simple word - "Blowjob" - she took her eyes off of her father and knelt before you, taking you all in her mouth in a surprising go.

Your erection quickly returned, even with Ted there seething mad at his slut daughter. You almost came, but stopped, deciding you wanted to cum within her. Returning to your original position, she faced her dad once more as you squeezed within her and almost immediately came.

You held tight as you palpitated several times deep within her. She did not cum, but she knew the activity was over. As soon as you plopped out. She picked up her skirt and underwear and ran upstairs in anger, dripping fresh cum along the way.

"I'm sorry she's such a slut," said Ted, apologetic, "I wouldn't have offered to have her fuck you if I knew she wasn't a virgin."

"Don't fret over it. She probably only had sex a couple times," you lied. You offered to clean up, but Ted insisted otherwise, as you pulled up your pants and made a hasty retreat.

"Oh, and Ted," you said at the doorway, "have Mandy come to my house tonight. She'll be spending the night."

"Will do," Ted said, happy that I didn't seem angry about his "slut" daughter.