I was home by myself that evening, my wife Traci having made a trip to the local mall. I was settling down to watch TV when there was soft knock at the door. It was Judy, our next-door neighbor, who had come over to visit my wife. Telling her that Traci wasn't home, I invited her in for a drink. Judy had been married for four months. She was just twenty-one and very attractive, with really large boobs.

As Judy sat across from me in the den I admired her great-looking bare legs. We made small talk for about fifteen minutes, but then we pretty much ran out of conversation. After a pause, Judy kind of cleared her throat, and then out of the blue she asked me a question that surprised me. "Do all men masturbate?" she inquired.

Trying to hide my surprise, I told her that I thought most men did at one time or another. "Do you think Sam has?" was her next question. Sam was Judy's young husband. I replied by saying that Sam probably had done so, and maybe still did at times. "I've never seen him do it," Judy said. Shrugging, I informed her that men usually don't masturbate in front of other people, even their wives.

Judy's next question almost put me into shock. "Would you do it in front of me?" she asked. "I want to see a man do it. I swear it would be our secret, I won't tell a soul."

Before doing anything I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do that, and when she said yes I reached for the zipper of my pants. I was already hard. Looking at Judy's legs and breasts had my cock as stiff as a board. In a minute I was holding my heavily veined prick in my hand.

"Within seconds I lost control and shot my load into the air, covering her fingers and the back of her hand with my thick white cream"
"Oh my god, you're big!" Judy said as I let her stare at my swollen tool.

"How about pulling your skirt up a little and spreading your legs," I suggested. "Just to give me some inspiration."

Judy hiked her skirt up to mid-thigh and, as if teasing me, slowly opened her legs, showing me her soft inner thighs and the white panties covering her crotch. The sight was fantastic. At forty years of age I didn't often get to enjoy looking up a young gal's skirt.

With two fingers and a thumb, I slowly moved the tight foreskin up and down over my rigid cock. Judy's eyes were glued to my swollen member. I don't think she even blinked. A small trace of precome escaped the slit at the top, and I milked it into a large drop. Then I released my cock and invited Judy to sit on the couch next to me. Somewhat to my surprise, she did so. "Would you like to play with it?" I asked.

Judy nodded briefly, and then her s small hand was encircling my throbbing peter. For a long time she just held it there, and then she began to move her hand slowly up and down. That hand felt secure and warm as she jacked me off. As she moved my foreskin up and down I slid my hand under her skirt, and soon I was touching her crotch through her panties. I heard her catch her breath, but she didn't stop me. As I played with the lips of her pussy her hand began to pick up speed on my prick.

 

Within seconds I lost control and shot my load into the air, covering her fingers and the back of her hand with my thick white cream. As I continued to rub her twat, I watched Judy lick my love juices from her fingers. A moment later I had brought my young neighbor to a wild orgasm.

As she got ready to leave, Judy thanked me for showing her how men jerk off. I suggested that maybe next time she could let me watch

her masturbate in return. She didn't say yes, but then she didn't say no either.--F.B., Tulsa, Oklahoma