Next Door Sex

Tony fumbled with his keys at the door. No one would be home. His wife had divorced him, and she took the kids. Two of his daughters were of age and... Did Tony just have an incestuous thought? He shook it off. No. Random women only. His erection was straining at his pants and he figured he could simply pump one out when he got inside, take a quick nap, and then maybe call some old friends, any, really, to come over and fuck him as necessary.

This disease sucked, Tony realized, being old enough not to be clouded by all the "exciting" possibilities that teenagers drown themselves in at the onset. As he opened the door to his inherited brownstone, a voice called out to him in the midst of the setting sun. "Mr. Bell?" said Jamie Collins, the innocent teenager from next door called out for him, biting her lip with worry. He sighed and realized he was not much better than those teenage boys.

Tony walked, skulked up to the neighbor as Jamie stood there in anticipation. "I guess we should go to your room," he said, as Jamie nodded. She grabbed his hand and led him inside. Although a year younger, Jamie had been friends with Angela, Tony's second child and eldest daughter, who was now living with her mom across town. He knew her from when she was a small girl, but had not really seen her as a fully grown woman until recently. He had no idea of any feelings Jamie may have had, if any, but she was immediately acquiescent upon learning that Mr. Bell was now an Erection Dependent.

Tony was familiar with the Collins home, at least as much as it matched his identical brownstone, and he looked for signs of Jamie's parents as she led him inside. There was one. "Tony," said Paul, who was an accountant for city hall, standing a little bit sour at the top of the stairs. "Be gentle with her," was all else he had to say, as Jamie led Tony to her room.

Tony closed the door as Jamie began stripping down, the innocent virginal girl not caring that the world was seeing what she was doing. He watched as she peeled off her jeans and slipped down her panties, seemingly unconcerned about the show until she looked up into his eyes again.

A little embarrassed, she continued to bite her lip. "I'm not really experienced at this," was the first words she said since he wordlessly pressed his intention to fuck her. She was a virgin over half his age who was willing to fuck him purely on non-verbal cues. "I am," said Tony, as he gently held her shoulders, leading her to her bed and its pink bedsheets. He peeled off his jeans as his erection flung into view. She did not flinch at the sight, but continued to remove the last article of her clothing.

Tony eased himself onto her bed by kissing her head, her face, her neck, her breasts. Pretty much slathering her as foreplay, before teasing her inner folds. But, foreplay was not necessary, as he found a wet, sopping mess waiting for him. She was excited beyond words at the prospect of sex, of saving a life with her body, and her body responded in kind. Tony slid up, but was suddenly having trouble seeing her as anything other than the little girl who used to play at his house all those years ago. "I- I can't..." he said, attempting to get up. Maybe he could just fuck her mom instead...

"No!" she said, as she grabbed his arms. Her legs somehow grabbed his, as she reached for his cock. "You have to..."

Tony wasn't sure if it was Jamie or him, but he found himself at the apex of entry, and one or the other pushed in, and her innocence was technically done with. She bit her upper lip even tighter as her lower lips were engorged. Animal instinct took over as Tony began rutting with the young woman. "Fuck..." he simply said, aptly describing the situation. His erection satisfied, it relieved itself deep within her crevasse. The moment of orgasm for Tony was coincidentally the moment of orgasm for Jamie, he surmised, as her breathing quickened and her moaning was bemoaned.

A post-coital nap resumed for both, and Tony soon admired her naked body in the light of the full moon, somehow reaching through her upstairs window. "You can stay here as long as you'd like, Mr. Bell..." said Jamie, her eyes opening as she watched Tony look at her body. He frowned at the dry cum and dry blood outside of her vagina. "My mom and I can take care of all your needs until you get back on your feet."

She was concerned over the fact that he lived alone, ever since the divorce and custody battle, and was willing to devote all her time to seeing him duly and truly fucked. But even two women would not be enough. Tony would need more. They called this the Harem disease for a reason, and a harem would need to be formed soon enough. Somehow. But Jamie was not to be. She was a flight of fancy, a test subject to relieve himself of some tension. No, he had other ideas of what women he would "recruit" for any harem.

Tony kissed her forehead and returned a smile. "I'll take a rain check on that, babe," he said, with an odd term of affection even for him. "Let's just have some more fun for tonight." She straddled him soon enough, and took the lead in the next round of fucking.