My Neighbor, Mrs. Dvorak

I stepped into Josef’s home, and my eyes widened as I took in the sight of Mrs. Dvorak standing in the doorway. She was a vision in a sheer sky blue teddy, her 38 DD breasts straining against the delicate fabric. I felt a jolt of excitement as I tried to process the situation.

“Oh, I am sorry Manny,” Josef said, noticing my reaction. “I assume you’re a nudist too, but I should have asked.” He chuckled and added, “Let’s make a night of it then.”

“Tasha, this is my new friend Manny,” Josef said, introducing us. “Manny, this is my manzelka, Tasha.”

“Dobry vecer, Manny,” Mrs. Dvorak said, smiling. “You’re not a nudist? I was going to put on some clothes.”

“Oh, no, Mrs. Dvorak,” I said, trying to compose myself. “You’re fine.” I couldn’t help but notice the way her negligee clung to her curves, and I felt a pang of desire. “Let’s enjoy the evening, shall we?”

Josef led me into the dining room, where the scent of Czech kava wafted through the air. The table was set with a beautiful vase of yellow, orange, and red flowers, which emitted a sweet scent. Next to the flowers was a small box tied with a red ribbon and bow.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring flowers,” I said, feeling a bit awkward.

“You didn’t know you were coming, so don’t worry,” Mrs. Dvorak said, smiling. “We’re glad you’re here.”

Josef placed me at the head of the table, and I took my seat, trying to composed myself. Mrs. Dvorak sat to my right, and her husband sat at the other end of the table.

“Where are you from, Manny?” Josef asked, breaking the silence.

“Omaha,” I replied. “It’s in the Midwest U.S. – west of Chicago.”

“We’ve met many Americans and Canadians,” Mrs. Dvorak said. “We have fun with them. You had a good swim, didn’t you? Sorry, my English is not so good.”

“Yes, it was a very refreshing swim,” I said, trying to be polite. “Don’t worry about your English, Mrs. Dvorak.”

“We’re excited to celebrate our daughter’s birthday,” Josef said, smiling at his wife. “She’s 16 today and has been looking forward to it for a long time.”

“What did she want for her birthday?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Oh, you’ll see soon,” Mrs. Dvorak said, smiling. “We’re going to have some dezert a little later. Is that right – what’s your word for sweet after dinner?”

“It’s also ‘dessert,'” I replied.

“Petra should be out of her bath soon,” Mrs. Dvorak said, glancing at her watch. “Would you like to see her in her bath?”

“Ah?! Okay. Sure,” I said, trying to play it cool, but my heart was racing with excitement.

As I entered Petra’s room, I was struck by the sight of this young nymphet lying on the bed, her back against the headboard, her knees up, and her legs spread wide. Her slit was bare, but I could see some blond hairs peeking out. She had the most welcoming smile, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

“Hi Petra. This birthday gift is for you,” I said, trying to sound calm despite my growing arousal.

“Manny, thanks for the present. My mother wants me to be with you first, but I would like her to be here to enjoy the moment with me. Are you okay with that?” Petra asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Sure Petra, I’ll get your mother,” I replied, trying to hide my growing desire to be with this young girl.

“I understand completely your mom and your excitement, Petra,” I said, trying to compose myself.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! I mean me first then Mom,” Petra said, her smile growing wider.

“Sure. I’d be honored to fuck you both. You can keep your legs apart and you look gorgeous by the way,” I said, trying to sound suave despite my growing arousal.

“Go ahead, Manny. Fuck her!” Mrs. Dvorak shouted, her voice filled with excitement.

I looked down at Petra, her small conical breasts rising and falling with each breath. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the sight of this young girl, so eager to lose her virginity.

“Suck cock first, Petra, like I show you earlier today,” Mrs. Dvorak instructed, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.

Petra fell forward, grasping my stiff rod with her hands and then her mouth. She licked all around my cock, then sucked and alternately licked the tip. I had to gently push her back, my pleasure organ ready to explode even before I had entered the room.

Mrs. Dvorak reached for some oil and squirted some onto her palm, then applied it quickly to my dick. She began to slide her hand up and down, her eyes locked on mine with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

I moved back and forth, creeping up for a better position to enter Petra’s delectable body. She was so small and slender, a fresh young woman with a body that seemed to glow with a sense of innocence and purity.

“Oh.” “Ohhh!” I felt a sense of pleasure and excitement as I thrust into Petra’s virgin cunt, her tightness a welcome sensation that seemed to draw me in.

Petra held me tightly, her eyes locked on mine with a sense of excitement and anticipation. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Manny! Manny! I like! I like!” Petra shouted, her voice filled with excitement and pleasure.

“Jesus! Here it cums! Happy birthday, Petra!!!” I shouted, my body spasming and alternating thrusts forward and back.

Eventually, I fell exhausted onto the sheets between Petra and her mother, my body spent but my mind still racing with excitement and anticipation.

Mrs. Dvorak sat up, kissed each of my nipples, then lifted her own nipples to me. I kissed hers and then nipped a bite of each, putting my tongue to her deep dimple in the center of her chin.

Then I rolled over and kissed Petra on both her puffy nipples, then her dimple. She had never stopped smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pleasure.

I slid up, my back leaning on the bedboard, and pulled Petra into the nook of one arm and then Mrs. Dvorak into the other. I rested a hand on each of their tender breasts, feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction wash over me.

After a few minutes of just recharging ourselves, Mrs. Dvorak sat up. “Now mom turn,” she said, her voice filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

She pushed me down the bed and leaned over me, her mouth sucking in my still-hard penis. Petra leaned over to watch, her eyes locked on mine with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

“Ohhh.” How nice. After a minute of sucking and licking, Mrs. Dvorak started to finger my balls. She stuck a finger in my anus, causing me to jump, but she withdrew it quickly.

My anus was too sensitive, and I felt a sense of relief as she opened her mouth and her lips dropped my wet cock.

She oriented herself so she was facing both Petra and me, her rosy nipples up my chest. She kissed me on my forehead, then receded with her nipples skimming back down my chest.

She stopped to dart her tongue into my belly button, then continued her descent between my thighs. Her lips vacuumed in my taught juice-covered member, and I felt a sense of pleasure and excitement wash over me.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned, my body responding to the sensation of her mouth on my cock.

Mrs. Dvorak got on a knee and rotated away from me, her hands grasping my cock and stuffing it into her shaved pussy. Petra leaned over to watch, her eyes locked on mine with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

Mrs. Dvorak demonstrated that she was in excellent physical shape, her large labia sliding up and down my pole with ease. It was clear that she was a woman who knew her own body and what she wanted.

I found Mrs. Dvorak’s clit and fingered it lightly, causing her to moan and start to ride me up and down faster. Petra put her hand between my cock and her mother’s pussy, feeling the closeness of the sexual bonding.

“Ano! Ano! [Yes!]” Mrs. Dvorak shouted, her body trembling with pleasure.

Her cumming triggered my semen, sending it up what was now my rock-hard cock. “Where did this extra juice come from?” I wondered, my body still reeling from the sensation of Mrs. Dvorak’s mouth and pussy on me.

“Uh! Uh! Ahhh!” I moaned, my body still spasming with pleasure.

Mrs. Dvorak was a squirter, and I could feel the warmth of her cum on my stomach as I lay there, my body spent but my mind still racing with excitement and anticipation.

“Jeeze – Louise!” I shouted, my body still reeling from the sensation of Mrs. Dvorak’s mouth and pussy on me.

Eventually, I fell still, my body exhausted but my mind still racing with excitement and anticipation. I knew that this was a night I would never forget, a night that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

As I sat beside my new lovers, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the beauty before me. Mom’s pelvis gently covered mine, and she stretched, running her nipples over my chest once more. I took each nipple in my mouth, savoring the sensation as I imagined myself as her baby, being nurtured by warm milk. As I sucked, mom rolled off to my side, and I rose to my knees to admire the two women beside me. Maturity and youth, yet both exuding a sense of confidence and sensuality.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I inserted a finger into the daughter’s wet pussy, and she squirmed, a smile spreading across her face. I added a finger to mom’s, and the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Mom’s hand covered mine, and she pulled my fingers deeper, her body tensing as she seemed to come undone. I was lost in the sensation, my fingers disappearing into the warm, wet cave.

“Try this,” mom whispered, her voice husky with desire. She positioned Petra on her back, her little pussy on the edge of the bed, and her feet on the floor. Mom settled beside her, their bodies inches apart, and a foot between them. “I read about something called ‘Double dip’,” she murmured, and I wondered which magazine she’d read it in.

I pulled out of Petra’s warm slit, and mom reached out, her hand guiding me into her own wet, inviting mound. I moved inside her, feeling her body come alive beneath me. “Hurry back,” Petra pleaded, and I withdrew, leaving mom to her pleasure.

As I pulled out, Petra wrapped her fingers around me, guiding me back into her tight, wet slit. I moved inside her, feeling her body contract around me. Mom moaned, her body arching as I pumped into her. “Faster, please,” Petra pleaded, and I increased my pace, feeling her body build towards climax.

As Petra came, I continued to move inside her, feeling her body contract around me. I pulled out, and mom reached out, her hand guiding me back into her own body. I moved inside her, feeling her body come alive beneath me. “Ohhhhhhh,” she screamed, her body tensing as she reached her climax.

As I pulled out, mom slid off the bed, her glistening pussy leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. She sat on the floor, her back against the bed, and I rose to my feet, feeling a sense of wonder at the experience we’d shared.

As I stood there, Petra rose from the bathroom, her innocent smile lighting up the room. “Let’s go down and see Daddy, and have the dessert,” she said, and I followed her, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

As we sat at the table, Petra’s gift box with the red bow sat before her. “We had a great time, Dad,” she said, and I smiled, feeling a sense of love and appreciation for this young woman beside me.

“I love you, my little Petra,” I said, reaching out to take her hand. “I’ve got the dessert out,” and we sat down to enjoy the apple crisp, our bodies relaxed and content in each other’s presence.

As we ate, mom asked me about American sex customs, and I launched into a tale about the swingers of Omaha, but quickly realized I’d chosen the wrong road. “Are all people who live in Omaha what you call ‘swingers’?” she asked, and I laughed, feeling a sense of relief that I’d been able to deflect the question.

As we finished our meal, mom spilled apple crisp on her breast, and I leaned in, my tongue tracing the sticky curve. We laughed, and I rose to my feet, feeling a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

As I licked the apple crisp from Petra’s hairless pussy, I felt a sense of wonder at the beauty before me. Mom and dad sat across from us, their bodies relaxed and content in each other’s presence.

“Did you see me talking with the black couple?” dad asked, and I shook my head, feeling a sense of curiosity about the conversation. “They’re from Kenya,” dad explained, “and they’re here on business. They’re expecting a baby, and they’re looking for a fun evening with a nudist family.”

“We invited them to join us next week,” mom said, smiling at dad. “And we’ll have a wonderful time together.”

As I stood to leave, I felt a sense of regret wash over me. I’d grown to love this family, and the thought of leaving them was difficult to bear.

“Ne shledano,” I said, smiling at mom and dad. “I’ll see you later.” I signed the red ribbon, “Happy Birthday Petra, from Manny, 2010,” and handed it to her, feeling a sense of love and appreciation for this young woman beside me.

As I dressed and prepared to leave, mom rose from the table, her hands cupped around her pussy as she gave me one last feel. I kissed her, my hands tweaking her nipples as I dimpled her skin. Petra hugged me, her little body warm and inviting, and I knew that I’d never forget this night, this family, and the love we’d shared.