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  Neighborhood Watch: The Adventures of Dick Ryder

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  Candy Nytes

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  By the time I was 18, a man, two things had happened to me that you could either consider as curses or gifts. So far I’ve considered them gifts. I’m going to tell you what they were in a minute. But right now I’ve got an adventure I want to get to. Some folks, those who are unkind, think I’m a whore. But that’s unkind. I just love women and I love making love to them. I love fucking them and bringing pleasure into the world.

  If you’re a prude you’re not going to understand that. But you’ll get a vicarious thrill out of my adventures. I’m sure of it. Most men want to be me and most women want to be with me.

  My name’s Richard Ryder. But you can call me Dick. I live in a small sleepy neighborhood in your average town. Fact is; I could be your neighbor. And this is where things get interesting.

  See, I was at home on a quiet Sunday morning minding my own business. Well, as much as I can mind my own business, when the doorbell rang. I guess I should back up a minute. You see, this woman had moved into the house across the road from me. She was single and smoking hot. Well, to me she was.

  I wanted to tap that. And I knew I would. In fact for the last month, I’d been doing nothing but thinking about how sweet she must taste. Imagining my cock stroking her pussy. Wondering if she was Brazilian or natural. I have no preference. I like to mix it up.

  She had a bit of flesh on her bones. Nice curves and an ass you could bounce quarters off. She dressed plain. Sorta like a teacher back in the 50’s or 60’s. Plain Janes are hard to tame in the sack. That’s a fact, Jack.

  She was a redhead. Had it in a bob and hardly wore much makeup that I could tell. I figured her eyes might be green. Just sitting here, thinking about her, filled me with envy. This coiled serpent was unfurling in my pants and my groin was aching and heavy. It had been over a week since I’d fucked a woman. No excuses, I’d just been dealing with other stuff.

  So this was the damsel in distress I wanted to undress. At least that’s my take on it. She wasn’t married and I never saw a boyfriend around. That made it a win for me. I wanted to have her by the end of the following week.

  It was Sunday, I said that before, and the doorbell rang. I was still in my pajamas. Listen, I’m not a stud like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. I’m just your average guy. I work out and try to keep myself in reasonable shape. I’m meticulous about my personal hygiene and staying well groomed. Guys like me have to work harder at making an impression. That or we need a super power.

  I had a super power and that made it easier. That was one of my gifts I told you about before.

  I got up from my breakfast and paper to answer the door. I didn’t know who it was. Probably Jehovah’s looking to convert me. But I’d converted them before. At least that one hot brunette who came over some months ago. I rode her all the way to heaven and she couldn’t stop praying for more. And she’d come back a couple more times to worship at the altar of cock.

  But I didn’t think that would be her again. I’d told her to give me a break. I might have a super power but I’ve got to share it with other women too. What can I say, I’m just a guy who likes to share. But there’s only so much of me to go around.

  I opened the door and, my god, if it wasn’t my neighbor from across the road. The Ginger Snap as I had nicknamed her.

  I felt my heart drop into my loins and my cock got hot, filling with blood as it started to uncoil. Like a spitting viper he was ready to strike. I should’ve put on my tight boxer briefs but who knew. One thing I can tell you for free is that a strange woman at your door doesn’t want to be greeted by a one eyed rock hard monster. At least, not before proper introductions.

  I had to thrust my one hand in my pocket and pull my trouser snake against my thigh. This was uncomfortable but I had to play my cards right. He was wrestling against my hand as Ginger Snap smiled at me. I could’ve cum right then.

  “Hi,” she said, “I’m Janet, from across the road.”

  She pointed to her house across the way.

  “Dammit Janet,” I mumbled under my breath. I wanted to put her up on my slab and have my way with her.

  “Pardon?” she said.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said offering my right hand which wasn’t wrestling with my straining serpent.

  She took my hand and her slender fingers squeezed me gently. I love a woman’s slender hand. Especially when wrapped around my dick.

  “I’m Richard. Richard Ryder,” I said, “but you can call me Dick.”

  I grinned at her and she pulled her hand away but she didn’t seem upset. In fact, I thought I saw some color blush her cheeks.

  “Okay, Dick,” she said like she might be speaking to my penis. “I’m trying to start a neighborhood watch group here because we don’t have one.”

  She gave me a flyer with an address on it and a note about the first “Neighborhood Watch Meeting”. It was in the basement of a local church. I love me some carnal activities in chapel vestibules. Things were really starting to look up. The meeting was this coming Wednesday evening. I would have her by end of the week. I grinned like a choirboy.

  “That’s a terrific idea”, I said.

  “So will you come?”

  She was either naïve or she was playing with me. I was about to cum any second. But I was willing to play along.

  “I sure hope to come if you’ll let me.”

  I didn’t know how much more of this double entendre I could stand.

  She smiled. “Good, I’ll see you there,” she said.

  I coughed. “You will,” I said. “Thanks for stopping by.”

  “Thank you,” she said and turned to walk away.

  I watched her walk down my driveway. She turned around once and smiled.

  I went over to the dining room window and watched her cross the road back to her house. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere else. Maybe she had already invited the other neighbors.

  I closed the door and went into the dining room. I put the flyer down on the table under the window and watched her. I pulled my pants down and grabbed my swollen cock in my hand. It was hot and hard. My god I wanted to fuck her so bad. She paused by the edge of her driveway and looked back at me. It was too dark inside the house for her to see me, but I saw a smile anyway.

  I stroked my cock and my throat tightened. A drop of crystal clear cum oozed out of my shaft and I stroked it more. She bent down to look at her flowers along the driveways edge. Her ass was like an apple I wanted to sink my teet
h into.

  I braced myself against the side table along the window’s edge and felt my heart thumping in my chest. I imagined plunging my dick into her wet, tight pussy as she bent over right there. I could feel her warmth around me, hugging me tight. I could hear her breath and her sigh as I pushed into her deeper.

  Her soft moans were a love song in my ear and my cock started to pulsate. I looked down. It was rock hard in my hand as I stroked it. I groaned as I imagined her looking over her shoulder and I came. A stream of creamy cum gushed from me like a geyser. It splashed against the table and I yanked on my dick again and it gushed more cum. I looked out the window. Janet was on her hands and knees. She was looking behind her.

  “Oh my god, Janet,” I said as I came again. And with each tug on my cock my creamy cum spilled out and created a puddle of milk on the table below me. I pulled on it one more time as the last of my warm semen ejaculated from my penis and I quivered.

  “That’s for you, my love,” I said to her across the road.

  I stood at the window for a while watching her weed or garden or maybe even imagining me inside her. My heart thumped hard for a while as my penis slowly returned to a flaccid state.

  I was going to fuck her so hard. She would be my little whore begging for every inch of me. She was a nasty, naughty girl who had me cum and she’d pay for that with her body.

  I cleaned up the spilled milk but I wasn’t crying over it. Janet might have if she realized how much cum she had just made me waste that could’ve been enjoyed by her. But there’d be more. Much more. These were my gifts. Let me tell you about them.

  By the time I was a man – 18 year’s old – I had been blessed with two gifts. Well, actually two main gifts but there were subtle gifts wrapped inside of these two major gifts.

  You see, when I was on the cusp of puberty, I think I was around thirteen, I lost both my parents in a motor car accident. This is not a gift. This is something I still haven’t come to terms with. But that’s for another story.

  The thing is, I was in the car too, sitting in the back seat. I don’t remember how it happened but I remember the car rolling down a steep cliff. I was thrown out the front windshield. That’s why I call this one gift my super power because I felt, as time almost stood still, and I remember this clearly, it seemed like I was flying over the side of this cliff like superman.

  That seemed to last minutes. Until I ended up smacking into a tree and the rest I don’t remember until days later when I came out of a coma.

  Doctors said it was a miracle I had lived. I wished I had died at the scene, at that time. I had massive brain injuries and they didn’t think I’d learn to walk or talk again. I overheard them saying this to my aunt who took me in to live with her.

  Well, as the weeks wore on, things just got better. One day they figured I should try some rehab to start walking. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the rehab gym. When I got out there I just stood up out of the chair and started walking around like I had been doing it all my life.

  Same with talking. I hadn’t been able to talk for weeks, until that incident in the wheelchair. When I got up to walk I was so excited that I started whooping and screaming in glee. Weird. Another miracle they said.

  Well, I would have given up both my miracles to have my parents back.

  I know what you’re thinking: “Great, a couple of nice miracles. But that ain’t enough to make a super power.” And you’re right. But bear with me. I’m getting to that part.

  It was a couple of years later when I realized the gift that I had actually received from my brain injury. I had read stories of other people gaining really weird gifts. Like, there was this one guy who had never had a music lesson in his life, and all of a sudden after a similar brain injury he just sat down at a piano and started playing Mozart and Beethoven. Like a virtuoso, though.

  Other victims had been blessed with all sorts of artistic powers. The more I read; the more is seemed that these gifts came in the form of some sort of artistic or creative talent.

  I really wanted one. A gift like this. But I couldn’t draw to save my life. I bought a guitar and listened to some Top 40 but I just couldn’t play worth shit. So I gave up, bummed out that I didn’t have anything special from my accident. Nothing except being “normal” and losing my parents. Teenage angst or whatever you want to call it, it sucked.

  Then it happened. I was 15 years old and 3 months. I had just started seeing this girl. Her name was Veronica Bonadaccio. She was also 15 and she was my first girlfriend.

  We’d been dating about 6 months and all she’d offer of herself was some necking and letting me fondle her boobs. I wanted to eat her pussy and have her suck my cock. But she just wasn’t going for it.

  Let me take you back to exactly how it went. Here’s the scene.

  I was at her place. Her parent’s place; and we were downstairs on the couch watching a movie. I think it had Arnold Schwarzenegger in it or something. Some sort of science fiction action thriller.

  I was necking with her. My cock was hard and it was leaking cum in my pants. I could feel little drops of my cum oozing from my tip. I was an experienced masturbator by this point but I ached for some sweet pussy. The kind that I knew Veronica had.

  I stopped kissing her bubblegum flavored lips. I looked her deep in the eyes.

  “I want to make love to you, baby,” I said. Really, I just wanted to fuck her, but I didn’t think that kind of language would work very well.

  “I know Ricky,” that’s what she called me back then, “but I’m just not ready. Besides my parents are asleep upstairs. What if they hear?”

  “I’ll be real quiet,” I said eagerly.

  “I know Ricky, but I don’t think it’s time yet. Maybe when we’ve been dating for a year. Then we can go to third base.”

  Fuck third base, I thought. I want to get my home run.

  “Aw, come on, baby. Everyone’s doing it.”

  “But I’m not, okay?”

  She folded her arms across her chest and turned away from me.

  “Don’t be mad, baby,” I said.

  “Well, you’re putting too much pressure on me.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry,” I said, “come here.”

  I put both my hands out for hers. I didn’t want to ruin a good night. She took my hands in hers and I held them. I’d heard of these powerful aphrodisiacs advertised at the back of my comic books and this hypnosis course that you could buy which promised to make you into a mind control freak. I knew it was all bullshit but for some reason I thought I’d make one last ditch effort.

  Holding her hands I said in my mind, “You are under my control. I want to fuck you.”

  You’re not gonna believe it, but this is my super power.

  I heard her say in her mind, “Yes Ricky, I’m all yours. Do what you want with me.”

  My cock struggled against the cage of my briefs. I couldn’t believe it. I thought I’d cum right there and then. But I figured I must be hallucinating.

  “Take off your top and bra,” I said, half expecting a slap in the face.

  She took of her top and bra.

  “Do you like my breasts?” she asked.

  “Ah, yea… yes,” I stammered.

  “Will you fuck me with your dick?” she asked and her eyes looked at me pleadingly. She bit her lower lip and I felt more cum leak from my cock.

  She glanced down at my pants and grabbed at me with her hands. She eagerly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped me. I stood up and she pulled my pants and boxers down quickly and hungrily. My cock popped out like a Jack in the box. I was flushed and dizzy with anticipation.

  I looked down at my penis as it pointed at her like a stern finger.

  “Oooh,” she said, “I wish I’d known how beautiful your cock was before. I want to taste it.”

  “Go ahead,” I said, “he wants you to suck him.”

  She tenderly grasped my thick shaft with her left hand and yanked on it. A drop of crystal cum e
rupted from the head of my penis. She put her tongue out and caught it on the tip of her wet, pink tongue. She pulled on my cock again and more clear cum dripped out like a tear. She licked it off and pulled her tongue into her mouth.

  “Yum,” she said after swallowing it.

  “Does my cock taste good?” I asked her looking down at her as she still clutched my cock, more firmly now. Her breasts were firm and pink and her nipples hard as small erasers.

  “Oh my god, it tastes so good. Like candy floss,” she said.

  “I have lots more for you if you’re a good girl.”

  “Yes, please. I’ll be your good girl,” she said.

  “Then show me how much you love this cock,” I said.

  And she went to work. She pulled on me slowly and carefully as drop after drop of cum seeped out my dick. She licked up each morsel and flicked her tongue around my head. She took my balls in her right hand and caressed them like they were worry beads she was soothing herself with.

  “I love you,” she said to my cock, “you are such a handsome boy.”

  She kissed the tip of my penis and then brought her whole mouth around it. Her warmth and wetness excited me. I thought I would faint. She sucked me longingly. Slow and steady strokes, moaning all the time. She kept pulling on my shaft and I could hardly control myself.

  “Do you want to drink my cum baby?” I asked.

  She took my cock out of my mouth and looking at it said, “All of it.”

  “But why should I give you any of my cum? What makes you so special?”

  She started rubbing my glistening wet cock all over her face. She was breathing hard and smiling. Oohing and aahing as she did.

  “Because I’m addicted to your cock. I worship your cock,” she said. “I just want to please you and beg for your cum. I need your cum more than I need air.”

  I couldn’t stand it, she was driving me nuts. I watched my cock being rubbed all over her face and then she’d slip it back into her mouth and suck it and then rub it all over her face again. She continued to caress my balls.