Ken James Fiction


My Tied-Up Neighbor

My buddies and I jump into my hot neighbor's sex game.


I'd had a crush on Mrs. Gill ever since she and her husband moved next door. She was slim, with a pretty face, long straight brown hair, medium-sized tits, and a tight little ass. He was a great big muscular Marine Sergeant with a black buzz-cut.

One day, she'd gotten all sweaty while washing her car. She hosed herself down, soaking her tight little bikini and showing her nipples through the tightly-stretched wet cloth. I took my stiff cock out and stepped closer to the window to see better as she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples.

She glanced at our house, then picked up the hose and pressed it against her bikini bottom, directing the water stream between her legs. I came after a few strokes, splashing a big load of thick milky cum on the living room window.

A few weeks later, Mrs. Gill forgot to close her bedroom blinds and I saw her coming out of the shower. She was naked, drying her hair with a towel.

She took the towel back into the bathroom. I grabbed my binoculars, turned my room lights off, then stood by the window with my jeans and briefs pulled down around my ankles.

Mrs. Gill came back, still stark naked, and walked toward the window. Her pear-shaped tits, with nipples the size of quarters, were the perfect size for her body. Her crotch was hairless and her neatly-rolled little pussy lips were barely visible in the shadows between her legs. I let go of my stiff rod to hold the heavy binoculars steady.

She stood motionless, looking out the window. I froze when her eyes locked with mine. I was pretty sure she couldn't see me in the dark.

Mrs. Gill smiled briefly, then looked down at her trim athletic body. She put a hand on her breast and traced slow circles around her nipple. I moaned softly, wishing I could touch her beautiful tits.

Oh fuck! She let her hand slide down between her legs and stood at the window with her eyes closed, gently fingering herself. I propped my elbow on the window sill to steady the binoculars and wrapped my free hand around my stiff cock.

The binoculars bumped into the window, sending a soft ringing noise through the night air. Mrs. Gill's eyes snapped open and I jumped back from the window. She smiled again and pinched a nipple, then turned and slowly walked away. I set the binoculars down and jacked my dick frantically while I stared at her rolling buttocks. She finally reached the door and turned the light off, then went down the hall, still naked.

After that, Mrs. Gill left the blinds open every few nights. She'd stand in front of the window for several minutes, gazing out into the darkness and touching herself lightly, then turning and slowly walking away. I'd watch her through the binoculars, trying to memorize every detail, then spend half the night fantasizing about her while I jacked off.

I mowed the lawn and ran errands for Mrs. Gill. We never said or did anything, but I felt a definite heat between us. I told myself it was just my fantasies, but I didn't really believe that. I guess that's what led up to that day during my last year of high school.

* * *

It was Saturday afternoon and my friend Kevin and I were hanging out at my house. Dad was out of town and Mom was at the office, working on a special project, so we had the place to ourselves. We called our buddy Freddie and he came over with a couple of six-packs.

We drank beer and smoked a few joints, then went out in the back yard with a Frisbee. After we'd tossed it around for a while, Kevin sent it sailing over the privacy fence into the Gills' back yard.

Freddie climbed onto the fence's lower support rail and looked over the top. "Jesus, Paul! There's a woman! She's tied up!"

I jumped up beside him. It was Mrs. Gill . . . naked and spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles tied to metal stakes buried in the ground.

"Hold on, Mrs. Gill!" I scrambled over the fence and dropped lightly on the other side. Freddie was right behind me. It took Kevin longer to get over the fence. We stood at her feet, looking down at her.

It was hard to look at Mrs. Gill's face, instead of her graceful breasts or the glistening pink hole between her gaping pussy lips. She saw the big bulges in our pants and blushed.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Gill," I said. "We'll untie you." I looked at Freddie. "Call the cops." He pulled his phone out.

"No," Mrs. Gill said. "Don't."

"You don't want the police?" I asked.

She shook her head. "This is just a game, Paul. Please go back home and pretend you didn't see anything."

My stiff cock, painfully trapped in my jeans, got even harder. "I don't know, Mrs. Gill. We can't just leave you like this."

"What kind of game is this?" Freddie asked.

"It's something my husband and I do. He leaves me here and comes back after a couple hours and pretends to be a stranger finding me like this."

"You like to be tied up this way?" I asked. "And you want a strange guy to fuck you?"

She looked away. "Well, yes. Sometimes."

I sank to my knees beside Mrs. Gill and put a hand on her breast. Touching her felt even better than I'd imagined. I caressed her firm flesh and pinched her nipple. It was already hard.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You said you liked being treated like this, Mrs. Gill."

"Not by you, dammit!"

Keith knelt beside me and fondled Mrs. Gill's other breast. Freddie fingered her slit, then buried his face between her legs. She moaned and arched her back, grinding her pelvis into his face while gasping, "No! Don't! Please stop!"

I pushed Freddie away and slipped a finger up Mrs. Gill's pussy. It was really hot and wet. She screamed and rolled her hips as I drove two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. I got rougher and she got louder. She was coming!

I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. Gill's pussy and unzipped my jeans, letting my painfully hard cock spring out. It's a giant, 8" long and 2" thick with a wide bell-shaped head and a deep corneal ring. She stared at it with an expression of horror mixed with fascination. "No! Don't fuck me! Please! Do anything but just don't fuck me!"

"Can't help it, Mrs. Gill." I moved between her legs and pointed my cock's swollen head between her pussy lips. "I've wanted to fuck you for years."

"I'll suck you off!" she cried desperately. "All of you. Just don't fuck me."

"Okay, Mrs. Gill." I knelt beside her. She turned her head and took my stiff cock in her mouth. "Fuck, that's good!" She clamped her lips around the deep ring at the top of my rigid shaft and swirled her tongue over my swollen head. "Fuck!" I gasped when she slipped the tip of her tongue into my piss slit, sending an erotic shockwave through my body.

"Oh yeah," I growled. "That's great." Mrs. Gill slid her tightly-closed lips down over my shaft, taking the first inches of my cock.

I gripped her head to hold it still and rocked my hips, pulling my cock almost out of her mouth, then pushing back in, giving her as much of my long hard shaft as she could take.

Freddie ate Mrs. Gill's pussy and Kevin fondled her breasts while I fucked her face. She moaned and thrashed, coming hard. My cock was throbbing and the tension in my balls had reached the bursting point. "Fuck!" I gasped. "I'm gonna shoot!" She gulped frantically, swallowing my heavy pulses of cum.

"Jeez, Mrs. Gill, that was great." I bent down and kissed her, hard and open-mouthed. She kissed back fiercely, thrusting her tongue against mine. The taste of my cum on her lips and tongue was strong.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression. "Oh my God, Paul!" she whispered.

Kevin said, "You're gonna suck me now." He pulled his cock out of his jeans and stuck it in her mouth. After she'd sucked him for a few seconds, he grabbed her head and shoved his little prick all the way into her mouth. "Take it bitch!" he gasped. "Suck my cum."

Mrs. Gill let Kevin's cock slip out of her mouth and looked at me with tears in her eyes. She had traces of Kevin's cum on her lips and chin. "Stop this, Paul. Please."

"No way." Freddie took off his shoes and jeans, then straddled Mrs. Gill's chest. Her eyes widened as she looked at his cock. It wasn't nearly as thick as mine, but it was at least an inch longer, with a broad plow-shaped head. "Not until I get my blow job." He gripped his stiff rod and guided it between her lips.

At first, Freddie held still, letting Mrs. Gill do the work. She bobbed on his cock, taking it deep, then letting it slip almost out of her mouth, licking and sucking its swollen head like she was nursing. "Oh fuck!" Freddie rolled his hips, pushing his super-long rod down her throat. "You're a helluva cocksucker!"

I worked my index and middle fingers in Mrs. Gill's hot wet pussy while rubbing her clit hood with my thumb. She moaned and bucked her hips, coming while Freddie fucked her face.

"Oh shit!" Freddie gasped. "I'm gonna shoot . . ." He pulled his cock almost out of her mouth, then drove back in, rocking her head. "Oh fuck!" He rammed her face again. "Oh yeah!" And again. "Take my fuckin' load!"

Freddie finally pulled his cock out of Mrs. Gill's mouth. "That was great," he said. "The best I've ever had." He bent down and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away. "Whatever." He stood up and stepped away. Mrs. Gill was looking at him with a funny half-smile on her face.

I looked down at Mrs. Gill's firm breasts, swollen nipples, and the shiny fluid leaking from her gaping pussy. She was staring at my hard cock. "You want us to untie you now?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I can't let Jim find out."

"Damn," Freddie said. "She wants more."

"No I don't!"

"Are you sure?" I stripped quickly, then sank to my knees between Mrs. Gill's legs and slid two fingers up her tight slick pussy.

"No, Paul!" She rolled her pelvis, slowly humping my fingers. "Please don't!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Gill. I've got to fuck you." I lowered my body onto hers, pressed my cock between her pussy lips, and pressed forward. Nothing happened. I pulled back slightly and tried again. Still nothing.

"Please, Paul, don't do this." She shifted her pelvis, lining her pussy up with my cock. "Noooo!!!" she cried as my stiff rod slid home.

We stayed still for long seconds, looking into each other's eyes. "You're so hot and tight," I whispered. Her slick walls caressed my cock's swollen head and gripped its shaft as I pulled back, then pushed forward. "So fucking good." I kissed her. She kissed me back, then pulled away, looking shocked. I started fucking her with long steady strokes.

"No!" she cried. "Please stop!" Her heaving breasts pressed her pebble-hard nipples into my chest. "Stop now!" Her muscular pussy clamped my driving rod as she rolled her hips in time with my thrusts.

I'd come a few minutes before, but the tension was building in my nuts. "Fuck, Mrs. Gill. I'm gonna come . . ."

"No, Paul!" she gasped. "Please don't shoot inside me!" She rocked harder and tightened her cunt muscles, increasing the pressure on my plunging pole. "Pull out. Please!" She screamed and thrashed, coming violently. "No! Oh God no!"

My cock was throbbing. "Sorry, Mrs. Gill . . ." I rammed her, shooting a giant load of cum deep into her spasming snatch.

I kissed Mrs. Gill, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and got up before she could react.

Kevin had already taken his pants off and was waiting with precum leaking out of his stiff little prick. He was grinning as he took his place between Mrs. Gill's spread legs.

She glared at him. "No! Not you!"

"Yeah, bitch! Me!" He raised his hand to slap her face.

I caught his hand. "No rough stuff." He was pissing me off. "And can that 'bitch' shit! Be respectful."

"Respectful?" Mrs. Gill laughed. "You boys are raping me."

I didn't even try to answer. Kevin shrugged and climbed on top of Mrs. Gill. He fumbled around, but she didn't help him. He finally got it in and pumped furiously. In less than a minute, he grunted briefly, then pulled out and stood up. "Great piece of ass." He was smirking. I wanted to slug him.

Mrs. Gill was lying motionless with her eyes closed. Freddie was standing a few feet away, stroking his super-long cock and staring at the cum leaking out of her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Freddie climbed between her legs, shoved his cock into her, and pounded away. She started breathing hard and rocking her hips to push her pussy toward his thrusting rod. Soon, she was screaming and thrashing, coming hard.

She was finished, but Freddie wasn't. He kept slamming her snatch until she came back to life, moaning and humping his plunging pole, coming again.

Freddie's grunts and moans mixed with hers as he came. Kevin and I jerked our stiff cocks while we watched Freddie bone Mrs. Gill, finally shooting on her tits.

Freddie pulled his cock out of Mrs. Gill's roughly-fucked snatch and stood up. His cock was shiny with his cum and her juices. "That was fuckin' great." He pointed to the cum dripping from Mrs. Gill's pussy. "Best time she ever had, too."

She glared at him. He bent down and touched her cheek gently. "Don't act like that, Babe. I know you liked it." He started to straighten up, then paused. "Next time . . . want it up the ass?"

"Get away from me!" she growled.

Mrs. Gill glanced up at the house, looked startled, then looked back at us. "You boys have had your fun. Now, you better get out of here before Jim gets home." Freddie, Kevin, and I got dressed really quickly. "If you ever tell anybody," she added, "I'll call the cops and turn you in for rape."

While Freddie was helping Kevin over the fence, Mrs. Gill crooked a finger at me. I knelt beside her with my face a few inches from hers.

"If you keep them quiet," she whispered, "I'll let you know when you can find me like this again."

My boner came roaring back. "You've got a deal, Mrs. Gill."

She raised her head and kissed me. "You better go now." I stood up. "And don't forget to take that fucking Frisbee."

* * *

We finished the beer in the living room.

"That was some fucking hot snatch," Kevin said. "Wait'll I tell . . ."

"You can't tell!" I said urgently. "Not anyone. This isn't a game. We raped . . ."

"She liked it," Freddie said. "I can tell when a women gets off."

"It was still rape. Gang rape. We made her suck our cocks, then fucked her. We could go to prison for a long time."

"I'm not gonna tell anybody." Freddie gave Kevin a hard look. "You're not either. Not if you want to keep breathing."

"Okay," Kevin said. "I won't."

"Virgins want to brag," Freddie said. "Don't do it. I'm not kidding about killing you." He finished his beer in one gulp, then jumped up and walked out the door. He heard his engine roar, followed by the sound of squealing tires.

Kevin sat still, staring at the door. "You better believe Freddie," I said. "And if he doesn't kill you, I will."

"All right. I get it." He got up and started for the front door. "Guess I'll see you in school tomorrow."

* * *

I remembered the Frisbee after Kevin left. I'd thrown it into our back yard before climbing the fence.

"Well, what do we have here?" It was Mr. Gill. I spun around in a near-panic before realizing his voice had come from the other side of the fence. I couldn't hear Mrs. Gill's answer, or anything after that until he said, "It looks like that little pussy needs a good hard fucking."

I pulled my cock out of my jeans, climbed part way up the fence, and looked over the top. Mr. Gill was on top of Mrs. Gill with his pants pulled down. She moaned and rolled her hips as he hammered her. "Oh fuck!" she gasped. "Oh fuck, Stud!"

Mrs. Gill saw me looking over the fence and grinned. "This is so fucking hot!" she said. She looked at Mr. Gill. "Keep reading my meter. Do it faster and harder."

"Oh, I'll read your meter all right," Mr. Gill said roughly. "Read the hell out of your meter." She screamed, coming as he pounded her pussy. "Oh fuck!" he growled. "I'm gonna shoot." I came too, splashing a big load on the fence.

Mrs. Gill winked at me. I waved quickly, then dropped back into the yard.

I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and went into the house, then stole a beer from the refrigerator in Dad's man cave and settled on the couch, thinking about the way Mrs. Gill had winked at me and the last thing she'd said.

"I'll let you know when you can find me like this again."


Author's Note

This story was inspired by the Literotica story "Yvette's Afternoon" by PAS.

I liked the relationship between Yvette (Mrs. Gill) and Paul. This tells the story from Paul's perspective and describes his and Mrs. Gill's long-simmering attraction to each other. It also gets into the conflict between Mrs. Gill's fantasies and reality.

Many thanks to PAS for writing the original.

This is Chapter One from Tied-Up Neighbors,

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