Saving The Neighbors Pt 02

"Tara! Get your hand off Clark's cock! What are you doing?!" Whitney was yelling loudly.

Was she mad? Was she surprised?

Whitney was butt naked. Standing next to Mandy who also was butt naked. Why would Tara's hand being on my cock such a surprise. Tara's eyes went from her friends to my eyes. Back and forth several times. Her hand latched onto my hard cock.

"This is not real. This is some sort of a joke." Tara stated. More than surprised.

Her second hand joined her first. She felt around, grabbed, stroked, and did their best to engulf. My loose-fitting pants hid it well. But sitting in the throne, two naked beautiful women having fun dancing, and then Tara. Tara who smelled amazing. Her beautiful green eyes. Her beautiful face. She had been leaning over, her huge tits pressed against my arm, as she whispered in my ear.

How could I not get turned on?

"Please tell me you have measured this. I need to know. All men measure. Right?" Tara asked, trying to whisper but not whispering.

"Men who measure need to know the number. I don't care. I never cared. Since kindergarten when I pulled my dick out in front of my teacher and peed in a potted plant. She gasped, she screeched, she yelled. I remember we had a sit-down meeting in the teacher's office, with the principle, my mom, and my dad." I stated.

Tara just shook her head.

"My dad laughed. He always found it funny. Well at that time more than most times. Like father like son was his favorite line." I explained.

"But porn stars. You would be famous. I have heard podcasts were they talk about injections, pumps, or things added to them to make them thicker. But nothing can make them longer. Surely not this long either!" Tara stated. Again. A little too loud.

I saw the eyes of the women were all fixed on me now. No one was eating.

"Um. How's the gourmet food? Good? Does it need salt? Hot sauce?" I asked. Trying to change the attention.

"No seriously. I need to see it. Right now!" Tara was demanding.

"Really? Now who is being a bad guest. Demanding to see the owner's cock. In front of the other guests?" I stated playfully.

"We've already established. Those little whores have no cares about nakedness. Boobs. Tits. Pussy. Assholes. They shake them, flash them, take selfies. And send them to everyone. Whitney's naked body was even photographed, printed, and stuck-up all-around campus by an ex." Tara stated. She had crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.

"Okay. Listen. Tonight. After you all get settled. I will show you. In my bedroom. Come alone." I advised.

It was about 5pm. It was getting dark, but it was not nighttime. I had seen the girls yawning. The energy it took to move out, brave the weather, and all. They seemed tired.

I was also surprised when the loud banging returned to the front door. Tara scowled at me, but she ran to answer it. It was Officer White. Returning the 10-wheel truck. Tara ran to the garage, he pulled it in, parked it, and he left thanking me for its use.

I climbed down slowly and went to the garage. Tara was watching me closely. All the girls were.

In the garage I rolled out the diesel line and refilled the tank. 15 gallons had been used in a short time. I wanted to keep it filled up.

I checked the batteries on all the other machines. Tara stood at the entryway to the garage. Arms crossed over her boobs. I was doing my best to stall. It was not going to work. I knew it. She knew it.

"Fine. But come here. Just you. Be quiet. Be quick!" I stated.

Tara looked behind her, no one was watching or coming, so she closed the door and ran over. She dropped to her knees and slid to a stop crashing into me.

I nearly fell over as Tara grabbed the waistband of my pants and tugged them down. Not gently at all. I felt like I might collapse.

"God damn. Wholly shit. I was right. You were not messing around. This is real!" Tara stated. Her voice was shaking. Was she scared. Excited?

Her hand lifted my cock by the middle, her other hand trying to wrap around the head. Her hands were not little. But one hand could not encompass the girth. My first girlfriend was a good sport. She was a virgin. We took our time over weeks. Preparing. Stretching. And finally getting a hotel room. I brought oil to make it easier. But her eyes nearly shot out of her head. When I inserted just the head. It took several more weeks before I got even 6 inches inside. She finally had to tap out. Upset at herself but also at me. Our "sex life" was not and would not be typical.

I heard a huge gasp. I looked up to see Whitney standing at the garage door. Tara turned around after hearing it.

"Shut the door. Shut up. Get over here!" Tara stated in a hushed voice.

And just like Tara had but only completely naked. Whitney ran, slid on her knees, and was face to face with my cock. Her hands roamed it, grabbed it, and pulled on it.

"That's not real. That's from surgery. Or some sort of cock illness that caused it to grow this big!" Whitney stated while weighing it in her hands and staring at it.

I heard loud pounding on the front door. I pulled up my pants and we walked back to the inside of the house.

Mandy had pulled on her clothes and went to the front door. Whitney ran to get dressed before the door opened. And just in time too. Officer White walked back inside. Removed his snow gear and sat at the table.

"Well how is this all going so far?" Officer White asked.

Women's clothing was strewn across the table. Shirts, pants, shorts, bras and panties. None of the women tried to hide the items. Not a bit shy. Officer White's eyes lingered a bit too long on an item here and there.

"We are fine. We are becoming very close friends. Very quickly." Tara stated. Her eyes looked at me and then wandered lower.

Officer White had no idea what was going on. He clapped his hands together as though he had done something great.

"I see you have all eaten. The grocery stores are all closed. I do not know when they will be open. 90% of the town is without power. Generators are running for all of the major buildings. Police, Fire Department, City Hall, and the hospital. Then there are the other houses in town. Most do not have generators like you. But fireplaces will keep them all warm." Officer White stated while looking around at the group.

"The generator and solar panels work to charge my battery banks. When full it will shut off. I have tons of diesel to run it 24/7 if needed. But I will shut if off at night. We will run fire in the stoves to keep us warm, thawed out, and happy. I have an extremely large stove in the basement, specifically designed to cook food. It's very old but it has been refurbished." I explained as I walked to my throne.

Tara was at my side. But not to help me. Her hand was waiting for any opportunity. To feel me up again.

"Excellent. And water?" Officer White asked.

"Oh. We saw three huge tanks in the basement!" Whitney explained.

"Yes. Even without thawing snow or ice. We are set. For at least 3 months. A bit of rationing could make it 4 months." I explained as I tried doing some math in my head.

"We have no problems. Sharing showers. You know. To ration water." Whitney stated. Looking right at Officer White with her sexy eyes, batting her eyelashes.

Tara just shook her head as Officer White adjusted a bit in his seat. He must have been married. Or gay. Because he did not take the bait Whitney was dangling in front of him. Officer White stood up and walked to the door as the girls all giggled behind him.

Whitney followed him to the door, helped him get dressed, and they spoke in hushed voices. I could not hear but Tara leaned over.

"She's likely thanking him, telling him if there was any way for her to thank him. She would be happy to do it. She's a huge flirt. Mostly just to mess with guys. She rarely fucks them." Tara stated while smiling.

"Really? Why tease? Doesn't she enjoy orgasms and sex. Is she a lesbian?" I asked.

"No. She's bisexual. Like most of us. But being tiny. She rarely gets the chance to be "in charge". If you know what I mean." Tara stated. Her hand slowly inching closer to my groin.

Officer White exited, and Whitney closed the door behind him. Then the second door too. She wiped up the floor with the towel and returned it to the holder. I was very happy with how the girls had been behaving. I know my OCD tendencies could be annoying.

I heard Mary Anne ask Whitney, "Well Tiny. How close are you to sealing the deal?"

"Oh. I just need a quiet place. I have two still in their boxes. Ready to be assigned." I heard Whitney state as she glanced my way.

I looked sideways at Tara, guessing Tiny was Whitney's nickname, and Tara had a very devilish smile. I did not press about what Tiny was referring to.

"Hey. Your Wi-Fi here sucks!" Sasha called out. Her hand wagging her phone in her hand.

"Yeah. I have a small booster set up on a tower out back. The cold weather, wind, and everything is likely playing havoc. If you have a laptop, you can plug in to any blue CAT-V plug in the house. They are all over the place and in your bedrooms too." I explained.

I pulled out my phone to monitor the system. It was running at 75%. But it was better than 0% like the rest of the town. My battery system was at 90% and the generator shut off.

The lights in the house dimmed and turned off in most rooms.

The girls looked around and Sasha yelled, "Hey what gives?"

"Rationing. I have diesel, solar, and backups for my backups. But they are not infinite. My battery system, electrical system and heating system still need power. Once it gets to 90% it shuts off the generator. Then the batteries will run down to 40%. It will kick back on if the solar is not providing enough. By the looks of the forecast. It will be months before we see any sun. Any orange outlet you see will run off the batteries. There will be only one per room. Use it carefully." I explained.

The girls all ran around, looking to plug in phones, laptops, and other items.

I asked Tara to walk with me to the basement. I wanted to check the water supply, grab some additional pots and pans, and verify my heating system would be sufficient. We found my water tanks were all full. Tara grabbed some pots and pans from storage, a few bags of freeze-dried food with condiments, and we started a small fire in the main wood stove. It doubled as a cooking stove, an oven, and a grill. When nothing was being cooked it put off heat to warm the basement storage area and then it radiated through the concrete floor to heat the rooms above.

It was a very good system. Very expensive but the builder laughed at the ridiculous redundancies. Calling them "Over kill". Well, who was laughing now? If I had bought and installed two oil heaters, I would have been better off than wood. No need to keep feeding them every couple hours. But wood was very cheap and easily delivered on pallets.

"We will need to conserve water. These tanks are full. But they will empty fast. Without the temps being above freezing. My gutters on the buildings will not catch melted water in much volume and it will not replenish what we use." I told Tara.

Tara nodded.

"What are those machines?" Tara asked. Pointing to 10 large pallets.

"Oh. Treadmills and ellipticals. For exercise. Well, kinda. They have motors that work off movement. The person using the machine moves the motors and electricity is created. Not much. But if I plugged them into my system. A person could likely create enough power over an hour to help charge the house system a few kilowatt hours." I explained.

"But. I am in no shape to use them. It must have been a late-night purchase without much thought behind them." I stated shyly.

We walked back to the main floor.

I heard the girls in their bedrooms yelling at one another, running around, and cracking jokes in the hallways. I was glad they were in good spirits. They were treating the upstairs bedroom area like a dorm of sorts. Their bags, clothes, and items had been removed from the dining room table.

I stopped at my throne and rested.

Tara hovered next to the left arm, her eyes fixed on mine, as her hand slowly inched closer. I smiled at her, and she did not move. Except her eyes. She looked down again. Nervously.

"Having a thought? Have a question? You seem distracted." I stated. Trying to bore a hole in her head with my focused eyes.

"Well. Yes. So many questions. I first wanted to ask if we could visit your room. It's the only one I have not yet seen." Tara asked. Raising her green eyes to meet mine.

"Well since you asked nicely. But. There is a price to pay. My room is off limits. I will let you "Visit" for a short time. But I prefer my room to remain just that. A sanctuary for me." I explained. Trying not to make it sound like she wasn't welcome. But a place of quiet, away from the rest of the noise.

Tara nodded and we walked away to the stairs.

As I hobbled up them, I heard hooting from the girls behind us. A few cat calls and such. But playful in nature. The stairs led to the entertainment room and my bedroom area. They had guessed where we were headed.

I unlocked my door using my fingerprint. It was steel, heavy, thick, and industrial grade. It was made to keep out intruders. Even if they had blow torches, chain saws, or a tank.

Tara opened the door and marveled at the heavy weight and thickness. I stepped inside and stopped.

Tara looked at me confused.

"This is my first and only rule. Each time you enter you will have to pay a price. The price is all of your clothes. Take them off. Pile them on the floor outside and the close the door behind you. You will not wear a stich of clothes in my bedroom." I stated. Smiling at her and looking at her huge tits hidden behind her shirt and bra.

Tara was holding the door. Her right foot was pointed so her toes were on the ground. She was wiggling them back and forth. She was thinking.

After 30 seconds I saw Tara's hands go to her belt. She unclasped it, pulled her jeans and panties down at the same time. She was nearly hairless. A bright red patch above her pussy. She unclasped her bra through her shirt while smiling at me.

I turned and walked away. I knew she would be confused. But she had her options to obey and enter. Or leave.

I heard the heavy door bang closed, the electric locks hum, and the bolts stop. She was locked in with me. It was very similar to a bank vault. The door would only be unlocked if left open.

I walked past my door to my office, past the living room area with couches, chairs, television, and such. I continued until I climbed into my huge waterbed. I had one growing up and was addicted to it. They weren't common anymore.

I laid down and saw Tara was walking slowly. Naked. Her hands covering her huge tits but also holding them up. They were even bigger now. I did not understand how that was possible. But maybe her bra was very tight and squished them against her body. Making them look smaller

I laid on my back, my hands behind my head, and watched Tara slowly make her way to me. She stopped at the edge of the bed, removed one hand from her tits and pressed it on the waterbed. It jiggled and sloshed. She smiled. She took away both hands and continued.

I was treated to a full view of her huge tits. Pale white with pink areolas and small pink nipples. But her giant tits hung quite a bit. Not saggy but also not pyramids. I instantly thought about wrapping her tits in tight rope around their base and walking her around like a slave. I would enjoy watching her pale white tits slowly turn purple due to the tight knots.

Tara saw me watching her. She looked at my groin. Did I imagine her licking her lips? I was not sure. But either way she crawled onto the bed. Slowly. Placing her hands and knees here and there as she got closer.

Instinctively I spread my legs a bit. She maneuvered right between them and laid down. Her mouth was 2 inches away from my dick. Her huge tits were squished out the sides as she laid her chest down.

"It's not cold. I thought a waterbed would be ice cold." Tara stated.

"No. There is a large heating pad. Like a heating blanket under the waterbed. I can set the temp to keep me cool in summer or warm in winter. There is also a ton of blankets and comforters in that armoire against the wall over there." I told Tara.

But she did not look. Her eyes were fixed. On what my shorts were hiding.

"I do not like games. You will be straight to the point, tell me what you want, and not delay. I get mad and yell. Though in my current state, I am not strong enough to carry out any physical attacks. I plan on getting stronger." I stated. Trying to change the subject.

"Can I pull it out. I want to try and suck it. I want to measure it. I want to take pictures of it covering my face, my tits, my stomach. I want to try and push it in my pussy. I want to try and push it in my ass. How many times can you cum? I saw your big balls too. Do you have a lot of volume? Or are they just for show? How many girls or guys have you been with?" Tara stated excitedly.

"Well. I guess I will start with your last question first." I told Tara. While I smiled down at her.

Tara's feet were up, kicking, rocking, and moving around. The bed sloshed slowly due to her movements.

"I lost my virginity as a freshman in high school. 14 years old. I was in love with another 14-year-old. Girl. But due to my size and her lack of experience. It took several months of work. Stretching. Until she finally was able to take me inside. She and no other woman I have ever met had a mouth wide enough for blow jobs." I explained.

"But also. During my surgery in the hospital. I was recuperating. I fucked 9 nurses and 4 doctors. All women of course. Then at the rehab. I fucked 10 nurses, 5 therapists, and 20 assistants or similar menial positions. Once word got out. They would come by in 2's and 3's. licking their lips, asking for a picture or the chance to fuck it." I explained.

At the memory of fucking all those women, being a play toy for them in my injured state and having my name on their lips all the time. It made me happy. But right now. It was making me excited.

Tara was transfixed on my shorts. She saw my bulge beginning to grow. Like a snake slithering closer. My cock head grew longer down my leg.

"After my rehab was complete. 4 women I had met from the place came by daily. In that time, I was in a first-floor apartment. Our activities caused suspicions among the neighbors. The ones I did not detest for my own reasons were later added to my list. 8 more women. 18-55 years old were all fucked from the nearby apartments. Many married or in serious relationships." I added.

Tara was still staring. Her hands moved and she placed her elbows on the bed. She had lifted up a bit, her huge tits looked great. The cleavage was so tempting. It only made me grow more.

"I have always had a thing for red heads. They seem to be attracted to me like gravity. Or maybe I just smile at them more. I have always been a plaything for women. No real girlfriends, no relationships. Even the teachers in my high school and college. They only wanted to try out my cock. Fuck me for however long they wanted or needed. Then I was kicked to the curb." I explained.

"Yes. But oh, my I bet it was fun. Even when one woman left. I bet 30 more were ready to take their place. Being a fuck toy has its privileges. Or at least I bet it does. Not that I know. I am very selective of my partners. I demand intelligence, a spark, and most importantly. A sex drive. I once dated a college professor. Initially he was very hands on. But he only wanted me to be seen with him. To give others the impression we were together, sexually active, and to make him look good. Once I discovered that, I was out of there." Tara explained.