Neighborhood Watch: The Adventures of Dick Ryder (3 page)

“Do you think there’s any more cum for me?”
she asked hopefully.

“If you ask my cock nicely you might get
lucky.”

“Please, my master and idol. Please find some
more cum inside you that I might be blessed with.”

“Good girl,” I said.

And she went back to sucking on my cock and
rubbing my wet cock all over her face. I could still smell the
spicy aroma of sex in the air as she rubbed me over her face and
stroked me off with both of her hands.

“Don’t spill a drop,” I said, and she put me
back in her mouth and massaged my shaft with both of her hands. I
felt the spasm in my shaft as my cock erupted even more milky cum
for her. She was quick to greedily swallow it down. And she tugged
harder and sucked quicker and I exploded again. She groaned and
sighed. And she kept sucking and drinking my love cream as much as
I would give her. Even when I was spent she kept sucking and
stroking for a while. Hoping for more.

“More please. Please, please, please,” she
cried.

“That’s all for today my sex queen. There’ll
be more I promise.”

And that’s how I found out I was blessed
after all with a super power. Call it telekinesis or telepathy. A
combination of both, but whatever it is; I love it. With the right
touch and a focused mental effort I can get women to literally be
my sex slaves and love it too.

My second gift is more genetic in nature. I
have been blessed with a larger than average penis. And despite
what the bullshit slingers might have you believe, a woman loves a
decent sized cock. Now I’m not saying I’m huge. I’m not, but I’m
bigger than most. Visually, my erect cock looks large and
impressive and women love a good looking impressive cock pointing
at them with a cum hither look. I also have great girth. Women like
to feel filled by their partner’s cock and mine does an outstanding
job. So I’ve been told.

Regardless of that, I have great control over
my ejaculation and I can orgasm multiple times as you learned with
my tales of conquest involving Veronica. God I miss her.

More than that, I ejaculate way more than the
average guy. When I cum, I cum a gushing.

These are my gifts and I share them
enthusiastically with all the women I’ve loved and will love. Life
has been good to me.

V was my first love. And so far, my only
love. But she broke my heart. I thought we could’ve used my super
powers to enjoy each other with abandon. Without judgment and
inhibitions getting in the way. I was faithful to her for a long
time. Over a year we dated and loved one another until I caught her
banging the football star quarterback of our school.

I was devastated. I’m not afraid to admit
that I cried like a baby. My heart was broken and I’ve never been
able to fall in love since.

Superman had his kryptonite, V was my
kryptonite, and I figure she ruined me for any other woman. I can
give and receive pleasure but I just can’t feel vulnerable anymore.
Love is like an ocean fog that I can never escape, yet never
embrace.

Life deals us lemons. Some make lemonade; I
make tequila shots with mine.

I couldn’t wait for Wednesday evening.
Sharing myself with you just bummed me out for a couple of days
thinking about V. It’s been over fifteen years since we broke up
and still, the sting is heart wrenching when I think of her.

But that’s in the past. I’m a grown man now.
All the threes, bingo I’m thirty three and I live in the present. I
live for the future and for sharing physical intimacy. But nobody
owns the Dickmeister. I lust after whomever I please.

I’ve never used my secret ability on a
married woman, though. I know how deep that knife can cut. Ginger
Snap wasn’t married. And dammit, Janet I was looking forward to the
pleasure that my phallus and her wonderland would create.

I had spent both Monday and Tuesday away from
my work watching across the street as she left in the morning and
came home at night. Each day she seemed even more beautiful than
the day before. I was working myself into a delirium. This
neighborhood watch idea was the best idea I’d heard of in a long
time.

Funny thing was, I just couldn’t figure out
why our neighborhood needed a watch group. We lived in one of the
safest towns in the country and the neighborhood was relatively
upscale and well off. Mostly families and retired folks. Average
price of a home here was over one million and that’s after the
recent real estate crash. And most of us aren’t under water
either.

I was trying to figure out how Janet came to
live across the way. Not many single women lived or could afford to
live here at these prices. She was an anomaly and I wanted to
unravel the puzzle she was.

Wednesday evening came and I showered and
groomed myself. I might not be the most handsome man, but I keep
myself in great shape. In fact, you could grate hard cheeses on my
abs. I have nice, thick, black, wavy hair that women are always
giving me compliments on. Besides, I’m no Brad Pitt but I’m well
hung and I’m rich. And gosh darn it, women like me.

I wanted to make a good yet casual impression
so I wore a nice button down purple dress shirt with black slacks.
Purple is the color of passion you know and I was full of passion.
I felt like a puffed up cock strutting around. Tonight was going to
be a night of magic passion.

I splashed on just a hint of John Varvatos.
The connoisseurs I read mentioned it “offering a feeling of relaxed
ambition” to those who came to enjoy its scent. That was exactly
what I was after.

Yeah I might have super powers but that
doesn’t mean I don’t want to be lusted after and make a good
impression.

I got to the church fifteen minutes ahead of
time. It was scheduled for seven and the parking lot was empty. I
walked in anyway and found the basement room. Janet was there and I
walked up to her smiling.

“Hi there,” she said seeing me enter. “It’s
Richard right?”

“No,” I said. “It’s Dick Ryder.”

I grinned from ear to ear. She blushed and
smiled at me. I offered her my hand and she took it in hers. It was
game on.

“Will you make love to me tonight Janet?” I
said in my mind.

She looked deeply into my eyes and
nodded.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I heard her
reply without speaking.

Her eyes were green. I knew it. I took a
moment to dive into them and swim some laps. I was already feeling
refreshed. My loin was getting hot and heavy. I excused myself to
the bathroom and splashed some cold water in my face. It
helped.

As I got back some other folks from the
neighborhood were pouring in. The neighborhood bore, Martin
English, was being led in by his bulbous belly. His wife Marjorie
was nowhere to be seen. That meant we’d get more of his inanities,
so it would seem.

Tomas Marecek, my neighbor was there too with
his wife Patti. They’re great people. As a matter of fact he owns a
bunch of liquor stores in town, that’s where I get my tequila.
Valley View Wine & Spirits is the name of one of his shops. I
don’t get my lemons there. Life gives me those.

I sat myself in the back. I needed as much
distraction from her as I could muster. I couldn’t be held liable
for what I might do otherwise. If she just gave me the right look
I’d pounce and take her right there in front of the group.

The whole proceedings seemed to take an
eternity. I kept thinking of the gardening I still had to do this
coming weekend. I had to think of something or my mind kept
wandering back to imagining her naked body. But gardening wasn’t
helping. Thinking of tilling the soil made me think of burying
myself in her slit.

Martin droned on for a half-hour, it seemed,
about how he didn’t think we needed a neighborhood watch service.
How he just didn’t have time. Never mind the fact that he’s retired
and just a nosey neighbor. He went on and on about who was going to
pay for his gas if he decided to use his own car – god forbid – to
do a tour of the neighborhood.

Tom liked the idea and as usual he was more
than happy to offer his help. I was just about to doze off when
Janet spoke to me directly.

It was just after eight.

“Well, I think we’re in agreement to give it
a go. What I want to do is take a ride around the neighborhood to
determine some routes we can use and then, with all of your email
addresses you’ve included on the sign in sheet, I can then set up a
roster. Mr. Ryder would you be willing to take me for a ride around
the neighborhood?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said winking at
her. I knew just what kind of ride she had in mind. But first we’d
drive around in the car to find a good spot, if I could wait that
long.

Ginger Snap thanked everyone for attending
and after everyone had left I came up to see her by the dais.

I took her in my arms and kissed her on the
mouth. My tongue tasted her sweet lips and the warm minty taste of
her mouth.

“I want you bad,” I said.

“I want you to have me,” she murmured.

I grabbed behind her and squeezed her butt.
They were as firm as apples. I think she worked out too. I stepped
away from her and she looked down at my groin.

“I think someone is early to the party,” she
said.

I looked at my watch.

“Just on time actually,” I replied.

I noticed she had a small scar at the inside
corner of her left eye. It was like a small lightning bolt at the
top of her nose. I loved it. It gave her character. She sensed me
looking and put her hand up to it.

“I hate it,” she said. “I suppose you no
longer want me now.”

It was more of a statement than a
question.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, “I think it’s
adorable and gives you character.”

I took her hand and led her out of the
church.

“I want you to fuck me, Dick,” I could hear
her thinking.

“I will, I will,” I said aloud.

I got her into my car.

“How do you do that?” she asked.

“Do what,” I said.

“Make me feel so sexy and naughty and want to
do nasty things with you?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied, “but it happened
after a brain injury I suffered as a boy.”

She leaned in and kissed me on the
forehead.

“I’ll kiss it better,” she said. And then she
put her hand in my lap and rubbed my hot penis through my pants. I
sighed.

“Does he have an owie I can kiss better?”

“Yes,” I said pouting, “a really BIG
one.”

She grinned wickedly at me and unzipped my
pants. She pulled my straining dick out and tugged on it gently,
admiring my size.

“Wow,” she said, “I’ve never seen one so
big.”

“They make them bigger, I’m told,” I
replied.

“You’ll more than do.”

And she watched cum glisten the top of my
cock and she stroked it off with her index finger, before putting
into her mouth and sucking it.

“Hmmm, you taste good too. What do you feed
him?” she asked.

“Sweet fruits mostly,” I said, “with some
veggies, beans and grains.”

She had now put her head into my lap and was
sucking me slowly with determination. Her head was bobbing up and
down as the sun was setting and cars drove by oblivious to us in
this church’s parking lot.

Every now and then she’d come up for air and
admire her handy work. She’d tug on my shaft a few times until new
cum crested the tip of my head. Then she’d lick it off, humming
with pleasure each time she did.

“You taste like candy floss,” she said, “did
you know that?”

“I’ve been told once or twice.”

She pouted.

“I want it all to myself.”

“And tonight you’ll have it all to yourself.
If you think you can handle it.”

“Watch me,” she said and she went back down
to sucking my long hard rod.

I groaned as I watched her enjoying my dick.
She hummed as she sucked away and I brushed her hair away from her
cheek so I could see her better. I was vulnerable and intimate with
this beautiful woman and as I focused on the warmth and wetness of
her mouth and the soft sucking of her tongue along my shaft I felt
the ache of my cum build up inside me like a tidal wave.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep
doing that,” I said.

She came up for air and looked at me with
those deep green eyes.

“That’s exactly what I want to do. I want to
feed on your cum. To taste your very essence.”

And as she barely wrapped her mouth around my
aching cock I exploded with wave upon wave of delicious pulsating
orgasm, spurting my thick warm cum into her mouth as she drank
deeply from my cock. I watched her swallow each ejaculation and she
keenly took each pumping of semen my cock could muster.

“Hmm, that was yummy,” she said as she
finally finished up and leaned against my shoulder, face flushed
and her breath heavy. I noticed a drop of my milk on the corner of
her mouth.

“You’ve got a little there,” I said pointing
at it.

She flicked her tongue out and licked it
up.

“Hmm, so yummy, darling,” she said winking at
me.

I got out of the car and walked over to her
side where I opened up her door and helped her out. It was dark
outside now and although it was still warm the breeze on my wet
penis felt cool. She noticed my snake still erect and pointing at
her.

“My god are you on Viagra?” she asked.

“If by Viagra you mean Janet, then sure,” I
replied.

She bent down and sucked me again.

“You’re still rock hard,” she said.

I pulled her up.

“It’s my turn,” I said and picked her up and
put her on the hood of my car.

I pulled up her long red dress and pulled
down her thong. I tossed it onto the windshield and it slid down
onto the wiper blade. It had pretty blue flowers on it.

I threw her dress back up and over her face
playfully. She pulled it down to her bosom. I kissed her flat
stomach and licked at her belly button. I got up, and holding her
ankles, spread her legs apart. Her juicy box was naked except for a
triangular splash of orange hair pointing me in the right
direction.