Neighborhood Watch: The Adventures of Dick Ryder

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By the time I was 18, a man, two things had
happened to me that you could either consider as curses or gifts.
So far I’ve considered them gifts. I’m going to tell you what they
were in a minute. But right now I’ve got an adventure I want to get
to. Some folks, those who are unkind, think I’m a whore. But that’s
unkind. I just love women and I love making love to them. I love
fucking them and bringing pleasure into the world.

If you’re a prude you’re not going to
understand that. But you’ll get a vicarious thrill out of my
adventures. I’m sure of it. Most men want to be me and most women
want to be with me.

My name’s Richard Ryder. But you can call me
Dick. I live in a small sleepy neighborhood in your average town.
Fact is; I could be your neighbor. And this is where things get
interesting.

See, I was at home on a quiet Sunday morning
minding my own business. Well, as much as I can mind my own
business, when the doorbell rang. I guess I should back up a
minute. You see, this woman had moved into the house across the
road from me. She was single and smoking hot. Well, to me she
was.

I wanted to tap that. And I knew I would. In
fact for the last month, I’d been doing nothing but thinking about
how sweet she must taste. Imagining my cock stroking her pussy.
Wondering if she was Brazilian or natural. I have no preference. I
like to mix it up.

She had a bit of flesh on her bones. Nice
curves and an ass you could bounce quarters off. She dressed plain.
Sorta like a teacher back in the 50’s or 60’s. Plain Janes are hard
to tame in the sack. That’s a fact, Jack.

She was a redhead. Had it in a bob and hardly
wore much makeup that I could tell. I figured her eyes might be
green. Just sitting here, thinking about her, filled me with envy.
This coiled serpent was unfurling in my pants and my groin was
aching and heavy. It had been over a week since I’d fucked a woman.
No excuses, I’d just been dealing with other stuff.

So this was the damsel in distress I wanted
to undress. At least that’s my take on it. She wasn’t married and I
never saw a boyfriend around. That made it a win for me. I wanted
to have her by the end of the following week.

It was Sunday, I said that before, and the
doorbell rang. I was still in my pajamas. Listen, I’m not a stud
like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. I’m just your average guy. I work out
and try to keep myself in reasonable shape. I’m meticulous about my
personal hygiene and staying well groomed. Guys like me have to
work harder at making an impression. That or we need a super
power.

I had a super power and that made it easier.
That was one of my gifts I told you about before.

I got up from my breakfast and paper to
answer the door. I didn’t know who it was. Probably Jehovah’s
looking to convert me. But I’d converted them before. At least that
one hot brunette who came over some months ago. I rode her all the
way to heaven and she couldn’t stop praying for more. And she’d
come back a couple more times to worship at the altar of cock.

But I didn’t think that would be her again.
I’d told her to give me a break. I might have a super power but
I’ve got to share it with other women too. What can I say, I’m just
a guy who likes to share. But there’s only so much of me to go
around.

I opened the door and, my god, if it wasn’t
my neighbor from across the road. The Ginger Snap as I had
nicknamed her.

I felt my heart drop into my loins and my
cock got hot, filling with blood as it started to uncoil. Like a
spitting viper he was ready to strike. I should’ve put on my tight
boxer briefs but who knew. One thing I can tell you for free is
that a strange woman at your door doesn’t want to be greeted by a
one eyed rock hard monster. At least, not before proper
introductions.

I had to thrust my one hand in my pocket and
pull my trouser snake against my thigh. This was uncomfortable but
I had to play my cards right. He was wrestling against my hand as
Ginger Snap smiled at me. I could’ve cum right then.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Janet, from across the
road.”

She pointed to her house across the way.

“Dammit Janet,” I mumbled under my breath. I
wanted to put her up on my slab and have my way with her.

“Pardon?” she said.

“Nice to meet you,” I said offering my right
hand which wasn’t wrestling with my straining serpent.

She took my hand and her slender fingers
squeezed me gently. I love a woman’s slender hand. Especially when
wrapped around my dick.

“I’m Richard. Richard Ryder,” I said, “but
you can call me Dick.”

I grinned at her and she pulled her hand away
but she didn’t seem upset. In fact, I thought I saw some color
blush her cheeks.

“Okay, Dick,” she said like she might be
speaking to my penis. “I’m trying to start a neighborhood watch
group here because we don’t have one.”

She gave me a flyer with an address on it and
a note about the first “Neighborhood Watch Meeting”. It was in the
basement of a local church. I love me some carnal activities in
chapel vestibules. Things were really starting to look up. The
meeting was this coming Wednesday evening. I would have her by end
of the week. I grinned like a choirboy.

“That’s a terrific idea”, I said.

“So will you come?”

She was either naïve or she was playing with
me. I was about to cum any second. But I was willing to play
along.

“I sure hope to come if you’ll let me.”

I didn’t know how much more of this double
entendre I could stand.

She smiled. “Good, I’ll see you there,” she
said.

I coughed. “You will,” I said. “Thanks for
stopping by.”

“Thank you,” she said and turned to walk
away.

I watched her walk down my driveway. She
turned around once and smiled.

I went over to the dining room window and
watched her cross the road back to her house. She didn’t seem to be
going anywhere else. Maybe she had already invited the other
neighbors.

I closed the door and went into the dining
room. I put the flyer down on the table under the window and
watched her. I pulled my pants down and grabbed my swollen cock in
my hand. It was hot and hard. My god I wanted to fuck her so bad.
She paused by the edge of her driveway and looked back at me. It
was too dark inside the house for her to see me, but I saw a smile
anyway.

I stroked my cock and my throat tightened. A
drop of crystal clear cum oozed out of my shaft and I stroked it
more. She bent down to look at her flowers along the driveways
edge. Her ass was like an apple I wanted to sink my teeth into.

I braced myself against the side table along
the window’s edge and felt my heart thumping in my chest. I
imagined plunging my dick into her wet, tight pussy as she bent
over right there. I could feel her warmth around me, hugging me
tight. I could hear her breath and her sigh as I pushed into her
deeper.

Her soft moans were a love song in my ear and
my cock started to pulsate. I looked down. It was rock hard in my
hand as I stroked it. I groaned as I imagined her looking over her
shoulder and I came. A stream of creamy cum gushed from me like a
geyser. It splashed against the table and I yanked on my dick again
and it gushed more cum. I looked out the window. Janet was on her
hands and knees. She was looking behind her.

“Oh my god, Janet,” I said as I came again.
And with each tug on my cock my creamy cum spilled out and created
a puddle of milk on the table below me. I pulled on it one more
time as the last of my warm semen ejaculated from my penis and I
quivered.

“That’s for you, my love,” I said to her
across the road.

I stood at the window for a while watching
her weed or garden or maybe even imagining me inside her. My heart
thumped hard for a while as my penis slowly returned to a flaccid
state.

I was going to fuck her so hard. She would be
my little whore begging for every inch of me. She was a nasty,
naughty girl who had me cum and she’d pay for that with her
body.

I cleaned up the spilled milk but I wasn’t
crying over it. Janet might have if she realized how much cum she
had just made me waste that could’ve been enjoyed by her. But
there’d be more. Much more. These were my gifts. Let me tell you
about them.

By the time I was a man – 18 year’s old – I
had been blessed with two gifts. Well, actually two main gifts but
there were subtle gifts wrapped inside of these two major
gifts.

You see, when I was on the cusp of puberty, I
think I was around thirteen, I lost both my parents in a motor car
accident. This is not a gift. This is something I still haven’t
come to terms with. But that’s for another story.

The thing is, I was in the car too, sitting
in the back seat. I don’t remember how it happened but I remember
the car rolling down a steep cliff. I was thrown out the front
windshield. That’s why I call this one gift my super power because
I felt, as time almost stood still, and I remember this clearly, it
seemed like I was flying over the side of this cliff like
superman.

That seemed to last minutes. Until I ended up
smacking into a tree and the rest I don’t remember until days later
when I came out of a coma.

Doctors said it was a miracle I had lived. I
wished I had died at the scene, at that time. I had massive brain
injuries and they didn’t think I’d learn to walk or talk again. I
overheard them saying this to my aunt who took me in to live with
her.

Well, as the weeks wore on, things just got
better. One day they figured I should try some rehab to start
walking. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me to the rehab
gym. When I got out there I just stood up out of the chair and
started walking around like I had been doing it all my life.

Same with talking. I hadn’t been able to talk
for weeks, until that incident in the wheelchair. When I got up to
walk I was so excited that I started whooping and screaming in
glee. Weird. Another miracle they said.

Well, I would have given up both my miracles
to have my parents back.

I know what you’re thinking: “Great, a couple
of nice miracles. But that ain’t enough to make a super power.” And
you’re right. But bear with me. I’m getting to that part.

It was a couple of years later when I
realized the gift that I had actually received from my brain
injury. I had read stories of other people gaining really weird
gifts. Like, there was this one guy who had never had a music
lesson in his life, and all of a sudden after a similar brain
injury he just sat down at a piano and started playing Mozart and
Beethoven. Like a virtuoso, though.

Other victims had been blessed with all sorts
of artistic powers. The more I read; the more is seemed that these
gifts came in the form of some sort of artistic or creative
talent.

I really wanted one. A gift like this. But I
couldn’t draw to save my life. I bought a guitar and listened to
some Top 40 but I just couldn’t play worth shit. So I gave up,
bummed out that I didn’t have anything special from my accident.
Nothing except being “normal” and losing my parents. Teenage angst
or whatever you want to call it, it sucked.

Then it happened. I was 15 years old and 3
months. I had just started seeing this girl. Her name was Veronica
Bonadaccio. She was also 15 and she was my first girlfriend.

We’d been dating about 6 months and all she’d
offer of herself was some necking and letting me fondle her boobs.
I wanted to eat her pussy and have her suck my cock. But she just
wasn’t going for it.