Nude Females, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-06-14. Times viewed: 10009.
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- Intro: A guy works his way through the females of the family next door who like to swim nude.
Part 1
Mobile motor mechanic and socially content bachelor Rip Finch lived in the house he’d inherited from his parents at 17 Duncan Avenue. To the east resided an elderly couple called the Meadows and on his western boundary lived Mr and Mrs Mercer, a young childless and deeply religious couple. The street was at the front of his home and the rear backed on to the Edward D. Mellows Memorial Wilderness Park.
And so Rip (Ripley) lived at home peacefully, rarely disturbed by his neighbours and he called that residential bliss.
Occasionally the shy Mrs Meadows would lean her skinny and often scantily-clad frame against the fence and hand over a big slice of freshly baked apple pie. Rip would accept it gratefully and she’d rattle her dentures scuttle backwards eyeing him after he’d say, “Give me a kiss darling.”
Very occasionally Mrs Mercer would call Rip to the fence when he was out gardening and hand him a printed script that apparently was a book page marker. It would be a message taken from the gospel according to someone and Mrs Mercer would say she would pray for him.
She’d turn orange (suggesting she was Vegetarian) when he’d ask was handing him that rubbish connected with supressed sexual desire. Usually she’d ask ‘What’s that?’ and hurry away before Rip could reply to her question because, as always, he would be focused and wondering why did her breasts appear bandaged tightly against her chest.
He never did find out because when he asked Mrs Mercer to show him her tits she must have reported that atrocity to her husband because on Saturday two days later they moved out. As they pulled away with the last trailer load of possessions, Mr Mercer shouted to Rip, the only time he’d spoken to him, “The Supreme Commander will remove your genitals painfully and float them down the Euphrates to Babylon.”
“Yeah and up yours too Asshole,” Rip countered, sending another message with a couple of fingers.
Rip then developed hives from anxiety after seeing such a weird collection of prospective buyers arriving to inspect the vacated house over the next three weeks and of course many more would have come when he was at work.
And then the For Sale notice had a ‘Sold’ sign stuck over it diagonally and then there was no sign of activity for three days. When Rip arrived home on the evening of the fourth day, a big hole had been excavated between the house and his boundary and he thought, “Oh fuck, a swimming pool.”
He resigned to that fate and apparently that passive capitulation kept the hives from revisiting his body.
Each evening Rip sat in his living room that was at a higher level than the boundary fence, looking at the latest progress, and finally the pool was finished. The outdoor monstrosity was filled completed on Saturday morning and a crew arrived to install the filter and test it. The whiny filter was placed in the basement of the house and so Rick couldn’t hear a thing when it operated.
People called the McDonald’s moved in. Pete McDonald came over and invited Rip to a cook-out on the back lawn than evening. The guys chatted like good neighbours should and found they had something in common: they both liked watching boxing on TV while drinking beer.
Pete looked okay and was production foreman at a local outfit that made car trailers and Peter learned with interest that Rip had a house-call business working on autos in need of servicing or urgent attention.
“Have you got a trailer for your old van Rick?”
“Nah and I won’t need one now because I can borrow yours.”
They laughed.
“You can borrow anything I have mate including my wife,” said Pete as they finished their can of beer.
They laughed and Peter slapped Rip on the shoulder and said, “See you in forty minutes pal. Don’t bring anything but your good self.”
The cook-out went well.
Carol the wife was very good looking and when she kissed Rip he almost reached up to grab a juicy boob. They were real beauties and he had the same desire when introduced to the twins, Annie and Paula (17) and Katie (19).
Rip thought he’d never met a family with so much tit.
During the evening Carol asked, “Will the pool underwater lights and the noise disturb you if we swim at night?”
“I don’t believe so Carol. Anyway my bedroom is at the other end of the house.”
“Um the girls and I swim nude.”
“What all that tit on show?”
“What?
“Oh nothing um that just slipped out.”
She looked down at his groin and whispered, “I think you’re a titman.”
“Guilty.”
She giggled and that was the end of that conversation. Well what more was there left to say?
Within a few days, Rip established the McDonald’s swim patterns.
Pete only entered the pool at weekends.
The girls usually had a short swim when they arrived home and then again between 7.30 and 9:00.
Carol swam with the kids at the weekend and also with Pete when he chose to take to the water, which was when the splashing kids weren’t there, and she also entered the pool most nights soon after 10:00.
Three weeks after the family had moved in, Rip and Carol met came across each other in the supermarket late one afternoon and she suggested coffee.
They chatted and she eventually she said, “I sometimes see you in your chair at nights looking down at me in the pool. Do you get a good eyeful?”
“I see enough to know you have great tits. Are you going to ask do I touch my dick when I watch you?”
She said no and laughed and asked, “Do you have binoculars?”
“Yeah somewhere,” he replied. “Do you wish to borrow them?”
“No watch me with them at nights. I like the thought.”
“Is that a fetish?”
“I hadn’t thought of it like that but yes although doesn’t to more accurately describe me as a voyeur?”
“No that would be the person doing the looking and enjoying some sort of gratification.”
“Like jerking?”
“Yes and other forms of body play.”
“Gee Rip, you’re a really interesting guy. Well I best move my ass.”
As Carol walked away swinging her ass, she turned and, of course, caught Rip looking at her ass. He only just caught her quick wave that featured an upturned middle finger.
Oh boy.
On Monday night Rip sat in his chair pulled back into the darkness away from the reflected blue lights in the pool, binoculars at his side and waited impatiently.
He didn’t know how he missed her but Carol was in the pool before her noticed her arrive. He’d missed the sexy moment of her slipping out of her gown and displaying her full nude frontal. With the binoculars pulling what he could see closer he would have been able to identify her shape of outer pussy lips.
Never mind, there would be other nights.
The 31-year old Rip picked up the binoculars and closely-focused on the floating 40-plus body of Carol. She was carrying surplus fat as to be expected at her maturing age and being a mother of three. He watched her massage the big tits that spilt sideways because she was on her back and then her hand moved down and she spread her legs that were kicking slightly to keep them at the surface. She dipped those fingers into the pinkie of the big hairy pussy that appeared big enough to take her whole fist with ease.
Looking his way with a perpetual smile, she began moving her fingers and squeezing her left tit and Rip yawned and went to bed after putting the binoculars away.
Obviously he wasn’t a dedicated voyeur he sighed. He’d just discovered watching a female masturbate was rather boring. The only exciting thing had been receiving the invitation to watch.
Nobody was in the pool on Tuesday night at 8:00 when Katie knocked on Rip’s front door.
“Hi,” he greeted, looking at the tits of the 19-year old. “Are you here to borrow sugar?”
“May I come in?”
“Sure.”
They sat on the sofa in the lounge.
“I saw you last night with binoculars watching mum in the pool.”
What the hell was this, blackmail?
“I had night binoculars on you and didn’t see you fondle your dick and you didn’t watch mom for long. Are you gay? We won’t want a neighbour who is gay.
Rip ran a hand lightly over her right breast and felt the bump of a solid nipple and said, “You intolerant young bitch but no, of course I’m not gay.”
She looked at him deeply, green eyes penetrating him almost to his core, and she said huskily, “So it’s just that mom’s too old for you?”
“Yes,” he affirmed, apologetically.
“I’m horny,” she said, and flipped out her right tit for him and Rip, look at the stubby upright nipple amid of the apricot dollop of rough-hewn areola atop the milky white smoothness of ample breast meat succeeded on the third hand-shaking try to unzip for her.
She burrowed and hauled it out and obviously with some experienced to back the claim she blurted, “God this is pony size.”
“Shut up and suck,” he commanded.
He kept her blonde hair clear of her face as she really went to town on his dick, making his eyes water as he panted and tossed his head around.
She swallowed some of it and he wiped the excess from her face with his sleeves to avoid it messing her dress. She climbed on to her hands and knees and obviously had arrived not wearing panties.
“Um I’ll get a condom.”
“No it’s okay. Mum reckons you’ll be clean.”
What?
“Come on,” she urged, spreading her knees and then spreading her moist pussy lips.
He pushed and found her bigger than he expected but made her gasp when he banged the last couple of inches fully home.
“Shoot up me… that will leave me with less mess to clean up. I left my panties on your front porch.”
Rip almost planted his full second load right then but help to pass through the crisis.
The twins arrived over the next night and Paula announced, “We’re here for sex. Katie said you are very good.
“Well one of you must leave now. I’m not into groupies.”
“I’m off,” Annie said cheerfully.
The well-satisfied Paula had only been gone five minutes when Annie was knocking at the door.”
“Jesus,” complained Rip when letting her in but she said, “No its Annie.”
On Thursday night Carol arrived over at 7:30 wearing just a gown and announced she’d stay till 10:30 because Pete had gone bowling.
Rip thought optimistically that perhaps the girl’s mother had arrived just to watch TV with him but no, she said, “The girls think my big pussy will get a great fuck from you with your big dick. Well several in fact because we have about three hours to bang away.”
“Who the hell,” grumbled Rip when going to answer the front door knock on Friday night. He sighed in relief when he didn’t recognise the woman wearing a coat.
“Hi Rip, I’m Martha Jack, Carol McDonald’s sister-in-law. She’d recommended you as a superb fuck, Martha said, opening her coat out wide to display a hairless body below the neck, a body that nursed two great tits.
“Come in,” yawned Rip.
“I’ve never had anal,” Martha said, but I have brought condoms and lubricant I purchased on the way over. I guess you be told my husband calls me a sexually cold fuck.”
In return for that honesty, Rip gave Martha his best working over. She was slow to get going but once he had her cooking she was sweating and drooping and lavishing him with profanities and he pounded her pussy that appeared to be sucking him increasingly deeper into its slimy depths. He was so grateful to be having a really good fuck.
“Spray my tits,” she urged, noticing his face turning purple.
She acted rather girlishly at seeing her hits creamed and his chest swelled but was deflated just as quickly when Martha snarled, “Now lick my tits clear you cum-spewing bastard.”
Rip puked as he manfully licked her clean, spitting the spoils of adultery on to the wall behind the sofa without thinking he’d have to wash that part of the wall later and check the carpet below.
It was almost midnight before Martha hobbled off. She’d been such a tight fit anally that Rip appeal to her several times to quit but no she wanted him to come up her butt. He explained it was hurting him as well and her um cold-ass reply was, “Too bad.”
He pushed incrementally and they both grunted and he had to admit that despite sweat leaking down into his eyes he felt relief and triumphant when Martha’s butt banged against his groin.
“Christ that gave me monumental pain,” she complained. “It was your fault, being so big. I should get you to fuck my husband’s butt; that would keep the snivelling jerk quiet for up to a week.”
Rip thought it best to remain tight-lipped.
Encouragingly, they had rather a good butt fuck and she slammed her pussy and also got off.
Rip almost burst into tears when he saw the state of his reddened cock after being squeeze so heavily and for so long.
“Tomorrow is a rest day for you buddy?”
“What was that?”
“Um I was saying that’s the last time we should butt fuck.”
The bitch turned bad-tempered and said, “And I say it’s the last time we should fuck. You are far too rough and too messy for me and you sweat too much and have bad breath.”
Rip thought it best to remain tight-lipped. What a bitch.
There was huge banging on the front door next morning at 8:00.
Rip put on a shorts and went to the door and there was his next-door buddy Pete and he was seething.
“You fucked my sister all night last night.”
“Only half the night actually.”
“You dog. You had no right. She has never committed adultery before and now she is tainted. And what the hell did you do to her? She can scarcely walk.”
“Nothing. We only fucked,” Rip said, becoming angry, because Pete was now spoiling for a fight.
“Anyway I won’t be touching that cow again; your wife and daughters for far better fucks.”
Pete took a swing at Rip and rather than block it, Rip took it on the side of his head when pulling away and faked a knockdown.
“Take that your scumbag,” Pete snarled and kicked the prone Rip in the belly, winding him. Fortunately Pete was wearing slippers.
“F-f-uck o-ff,” gasped the winded Rip.
Pete left whistling and probably feeling justice had been done.
Rip heard shouting from Pete’s place for the next couple of hours and then it became quiet and a little later he saw Carol and the girls drive off.
Pete banged around for a while as if punching doors instead of skulls and then he settled down.
When Rip was leaving for work on Monday morning he saw a relocation van backing down Pete’s driveway and arriving home that evening he saw no sign of life and then saw the For Sale sign on the front fence.
He went into his lounge and found the window smashed and a paving tile on the floor with the message on it drawn in crayon, “Bye Asshole.”
“What a fucking skunk,” Rip fumed.
As soon as it was dark he went next door, found the basement outside door was unlocked and went in and put the filter off the time-switch and set the filter to empty the pool. It was the dry season and there was a huge financial surcharge to fill a swimming pool during the drought. He’d be the anonymous callers to the city council giving the name of Walter Mitty calling from a street phone box to allege that Peter McDonald was illegally refilling his huge swimming pool.
To give Pete further grief as the vendor in a house sale for kicking him when Rip was down, Rip returned with his dad’s old backpack sprayer and applied a liberal spray of vegetation killer chemicals over Pete’s front lawn. Rarely had Rip felt happier at counter-punching the enemy and he’d been extremely careful to ensure that should any intense investigation occur, nothing he’d done will be traceable to him. He’d removed all incriminating evidence and buried it off the highway five miles to the northwest of the city. He was saddened the fallout had cost him the friendship of the McDonald family. Rip knew he was to blame; he never should have touched Pete’s women.
Two days later Rip arrived home as usual at around 5:20 to find a police car in Pete’s driveway and as he came out of his garage he was confronted by a police constable and Pete. Pete pointed at Rip and snarled, “There’s the bastard who broke into my basement and reset the filter control to empty my pool.”
“Your name please sir.”
“Ripley Jason Finch.”
“Did you break into Mr McDonald’s basement and empty his swimming pool?”
Rip figured using a key to enter the basement wasn’t ‘breaking and entering’ and the filter pump rather than Rip had emptied the pool and he said, “No constable, I reject both ridiculous claims.”
Pete jumped up and down and hurled a string of abuse at Rip until the constable told him to be quiet and behave.
“Did you see anyone on this property behaving unlawfully or behaving suspiciously?”
“No,” Rip said honestly. “But I’d like to report a minor crime that damaged my property.”
He pointed up at the window above them, now repaired, and said, “Two evenings ago someone hurled a paver that matches the pavers around Mr McDonald’s pool and it smashed through that big window, now repaired.”
“Did you see the person who effected that damage?”
“Nope.”
Looking at both men the constable asked, “Have you two neighbours had a falling out?”
“No,” said Rip.
“Yes um no,” said Pete.
“Might I have a more positive reply Mr McDonald?”
Looking guilty, Pete said he’d meant no.
Rip excused himself for a moment and returned with the paver, held with the writing facing on the underside.
“I believe this is your property,” Rick said and Pete said thanks and took the paver.
“May I inspect that paver?” asked the constable, flipped it over and read the writing and asked was that Pete’s printing, and he said yes and said yes when asked had he thrown the paver through the window.
“Well,” said the constable, “What happens now is over to you two.”
Rick said he had no wish to proceed with the matter.
As the two men shook hands the constable said, “Right you two, I’ll not waste time reporting details of this call out.”
They watched the constable drive off and Pete said, “I’ll pay for the damage.”
“Fuck off Pete,” Rip said and walked into the garage and closed the door.
Several days later the constable was back with another constable and Pete who had his lawyer with him.
They looked at the brown and yellow grass of Pete’s front lawn and Rip denied any knowledge of killing the grass. He agreed to allow the police to search his property and they found nothing that could incriminate Rip and they told Pete because of the delay it would take for the poison to take effort it would probably have been done by the person or persons unknown who’d emptied the pool.
As the cops drove off Pete said, “I shouldn’t have put the boot in when you were down.”
“No and I should have touched your women.”
“It was the twins that set me off. They were virgins.”
Rip didn’t have the heart to correct Pete on that assumption.
Waiting until the lawyer was out of hearing distance, Rip said, “I’ll pay half the cost of you putting down ready-made lawn to allow a quick sale to proceed Pete.”
“Thanks and I accept. Put it here mate,” Pete said, initiating a handshake.
The new lawn was laid a few days later and that replacement looked far better than the previous lawn and really set off the house.
Annie, one of the twins, called Rip to set up a date for her and her sister but Rip said no way and told her they should spend that time doing extra school study. Annie said their father had purchased a replacement home that already was vacant and they’d moved in and a much bigger pool than what they’d had previously was being constructed on the back lawn.
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