Neighborhood Watch: The Adventures of Dick Ryder by Candy Nytes

 
    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