This is one of the first erotic stories I ever wrote. It was originally posted on Reddit under my old screen name, RomanticLoneWolf, and has undergone significant revisions. I know it is pretty short and completely ludicrous, but I had fun writing it. Part 2 is coming soon, and the final Part will be submitted once I write it. Thanks for reading.
Part 1: Joyce
From the window of his bedroom, Eric Sloan watched the house next door with anticipation. He knew it was almost time, but that didn't stop his impatience. Thankfully, after several minutes, the boy's neighbor, Bill, exited the house right on time. Unknown that he was being watched, the older man got into his blue SUV, backed it down the driveway, and entered the street. As the vehicle turned left, the boy followed its journey down the block before it finally disappeared around the corner.
"It won't be long now," he said to himself with a grin while continuing to look out of the window.
Nearly five minutes later, a red sports car turned the corner onto the opposite end of the street and then parked in Bill's driveway. The doors opened, two women got out, and then hurried into the house. Almost instantly, Eric's phone buzzed from its place on the dresser. Without a word, the eighteen-year-old turned away from the window, grabbed his phone, left the room, and went downstairs.
Upon exiting his house through the kitchen, Eric cut across the backyard, around through the alley, and into Bill's yard. Then, reaching the back door of the man's house, he saw that it stood slightly ajar just as he'd expected. Entering, he made his way to the living room, where he found the two women from the sports car, along with a third, sitting side by side on the sofa. Not a one of them had a single stitch of clothing on.
"You three wouldn't start without me, would you?" the teen asked, pulling off his shirt.
"Of course not," Joyce, the lady of the house, said as she popped one of her large nipples out of her mouth. "But I might've got a little excited waiting for you."
With a chuckle, Eric shook his head and then turned his attention to the other two women. Kelly, the youngest of the three and always the good girl, sat patiently waiting while Gina fingered herself vigorously.
Not wanting to waste any more time, the young man kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans while thinking back to how it all had started, then with his cock in hand, Eric looked down at the three women.
"So, who's first?"
***
Three months earlier, Eric, a few days past his high school graduation, had a huge problem: he needed a job. There was so much he wanted to do over the summer, and he refused to rely on his parents for support. So, for the next week, he set out to scour both the internet and locally for any opening that would fit him, but he wasn't having much luck. Then, one evening over dinner, his dad suggested he do odd jobs around the neighborhood. At first, Eric thought it was a stupid idea, but the more he thought about it, the more it grew on him. He didn't mind doing most chores, and the fact that he'd be his own boss was a plus. Creating a flyer, he spent the next few days posting them around the neighborhood, while his parents spread the word to some of their friends and acquaintances as well. Then, a few days later, his stepmother came to him with some good news. She'd found Eric his first customer.
The next-door neighbor, Bill, had recently started working longer hours at his job and was struggling to keep up with some of the household tasks, putting a significant burden on his wife, Joyce. To relieve some of the stress, Bill was more than willing to pay Eric to help Joyce with the growing list of honey-dos. Excited at the prospect of having a little cash in his pocket, Eric thanked his stepmother with a hug and then went to find some old clothes to wear while he worked. Half an hour later, he was at Bill's, ringing the doorbell.
"Just a second," a voice called from the other side.
Eric listened as footsteps approached the door before it opened.
"Hey, Eric," Joyce said, smiling warmly at him. "You here to give me a hand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a smile of his own. "Whatever you need done, Joyce, I'm your guy."
"Great," she said appreciatively. "Come on in and I'll show you what I need."
Stepping inside the house he would soon come to know so well, Eric closed the door behind them.
While he'd known Joyce his whole life, Eric couldn't say he found her particularly attractive, but he could definitely consider her sweet. She was in her early fifties, short and thick, but not fat, with pretty, blond hair and blue eyes. If anything, the boy was confident enough to say Joyce might have been a good-looking woman in her youth, but to him, she was just the friendly lady next door.
"Thank you so much for doing this, Eric," Joyce said as she led them through the house and into the kitchen. "Bill tries to do as much as he can, but until he finishes his project at work, his presence here is going to be scarce."
"It's no problem, really," Eric replied cheerfully. "I'm just glad for the opportunity."
"Wonderful!" Joyce exclaimed. "I have a list right here of things that need to be done. Let's see what to start with first."
Picking a sheet of paper up off the counter, Joyce scanned it.
"Well, I guess we should get started in the guestroom," she said after a moment. "I have a new bed that needs to be set up, and it'll take a bit. Come with me."
As Eric followed Joyce down the hall, she explained how one of her grandkids had decided to use the old bed as a trampoline.
"Can you believe it? Busted the damn screws right out of the wood. Bill tried to fix it, but it's still not very stable. We figured it was better to buy a new one instead of worrying about it collapsing with someone."
Entering the room, Eric saw a large box leaning up against the wall with a bag of tools next to it.
"You should have everything you need," Joyce told him, pointing at the tools. "While you tackle this, I'm going to go do some laundry and get started on our lunch. If you need anything else, just come get me."
"Okay, sounds good, Joyce," Eric told her as she left the room.
Walking over to the box, he began unpacking and laying the pieces out on the floor. Then, once finished, Eric turned his attention to the old bed. Grabbing the mattress, he attempted to manhandle it off the box springs, but all he accomplished was nearly knocking the nightstand over instead.
"Oh shit," Eric shrieked as he dropped the mattress back in place to steady the tipping piece of furniture."
"Is everything okay in there?" Joyce yelled from down the hall after hearing the commotion.
"Yes, ma'am," he called back. "Everything's fine."
Hearing no other reply, Eric began to push the nightstand back against the wall, but something was preventing it from sliding into place. Trying to determine the problem, he moved the nightstand aside and couldn't believe his eyes.
It was a stroke book, and a filthy one at that judging from the cover which featured the image of a woman impaled on a man's huge cock.
"Holy shit," Eric said quietly to himself as he reached down to pick it up.
The book was called
Torn Up Sluts
, and sitting down on the bed, he began browsing through it. The theme, apparently was petite women being fucked by men with giant penises, and while it wasn't any different from some of the porn Eric watched on the internet, the fact that it was hidden here in Joyce's guest room made it more taboo. By the time the boy had looked through the entire magazine, his cock felt like it was about to explode.
"This is bad," Eric said to himself. "I have to take care of this, but where?"
He thought about going down the hall to the bathroom, but he was sure his erection would be noticeable, and if Joyce saw him, that would be a catastrophe. Eric was turned on enough that it wouldn't take much effort to get himself off, so he decided it was best to stay put. He would have to clean up afterward discreetly.
Walking over to the door, he pushed it closed, leaving it cracked just enough to hear if Joyce was coming down the hall. That settled, Eric returned to the bed and opened the smut mag to a particularly dirty spread. Staring down at the image of a woman being spit roasted by two massive cocks, Eric worked his own throbbing member out of his unzipped fly. Now unleashed, he began to stroke his cock as quietly as he could while glancing between the door and the magazine.
"Fuck, this is going to be good," Eric grunted as he stroked himself closer to what promised to be a fantastic orgasm.
Soon enough, he began to feel that familiar build-up of pressure and ready for release, Eric hand fucked himself as fast and as hard as he could.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," the boy groaned as his cock swelled and began shooting thick streams of cum all over the bed and porno magazine. With one final guttural grunt of pleasure, Eric shot the final rope of semen from his beet-red penis.
