I had been best friends with Mark all of my life. So when he asked me to house sit for him it was a no brainer. He would be out of town for two weeks on vacation with his family and wanted me to stay at his house, feed the fish, keep his pool clean, keep his two dogs fed, mow his yard... basically live in his house and keep it up for the time that they were away. He'd been planning this trip to Florida with his wife and two kids for a long time, and I didn't wanna leave him high and dry.

Not that I needed any convincing to do this for him. I lived by myself in a small one bedroom apartment and worked nights usually. Whatever time I didn't spend at my place playing video games I spent at Mark's house anyway. Mark always laughed at me and told me I needed to get out more and meet people, but I never met a girl that didn't end up being a bitch in the end anyway, and I wasn't looking for much more than the occasional one night fling with someone anyway. Besides I wasn't much of a lady's man. I was skinny, and kept myself well groomed, but I was a bit shy and nervous as hell around women, even unattractive women.

I decided to take time off from work and just chill out at Mark's house. I asked off for the first week that he would be gone, and decided to stay at his place for that week. He told me that I could have their guest bedroom to myself and do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't go into their bedroom or mess anything up in the house. I assured him that I wouldn't have any friends over or girls or anything like that. In the heat of the summertime, I was more interested in swimming in his pool than anything else.

I saw them off the Monday they left, with Mark's wife Debbie frantically dashing through the house getting last minute items to pack while Mark made sure I had all of the emergency contact numbers and such. We were standing in the driveway watching Debbie get their kids situated in their SUV when we spotted Mark's neighbor across the street walking down her concrete driveway to check the mail.

I felt Mark nudge me on the arm and nod his head towards his neighbor, though I had already spotted her.

"Check it out Todd," he said. "There's Teardrop Tonya."

I smiled and nodded. Tonya had lived across the way as long as Mark had lived in this house. She had been the center of many of our conversations in the past. Even the teenagers that lived on this street swapped stories about her. The women of the neighborhood, including Mark's wife, would sneer anytime they saw her, and would gossip and spread nasty rumors about her. They made sure that she was out of earshot when they talked, however, for none of the suburban housewives wanted any sort of altercation with her.

We both watched as she strutted down her driveway. Tonya was an older woman, somewhere in her mid forties. She had quite the reputation with the locals, due to her wild and troubled history. We knew that she had been a young bartender at one time, working at a rowdy bar on the outskirts of town. She married the owner, who owned several such establishments, when she was in her twenties. The owner was about fifty years old or so. They had two children that few have ever seen before.

To hear Mark tell it, things went well for them for a couple years, but Tonya played him like a fiddle apparently. He had bought her the house and a flashy new car, giving her everything she could ever want, until they had a huge falling out. She divorced the guy and kept everything he had given her, and probably much more. The guy had taken the kids with him and moved out of state.

Tonya quit her job at the bar then, and almost immediately began seeing and old Vietnam war vet that rode a motorcycle, and dressed in denim vests and had tattoos and such. This new man, another cradle robber, married Tonya and lived with her for several years. They were supposedly real wild together, a really great couple when they got along, but screaming at each other in the yard and fighting each other constantly.

Her new husband was notorious for doing lots of illegal stuff, from drugs to stealing cars. His friend was said to have owned a body shop that was actually a front for a chop shop that would disassemble cars and build new ones illegally. He eventually was caught, and is still currently serving time in the penitentiary. True to her style, Tonya divorced him shortly after his incarceration, even getting to keep the guy's motorcycle.

By this time Tonya was in her thirties, and according to the soccer moms of the neighborhood, sleeping with numerous men, all wealthy, married, and in one way or another, powerful figures. When she overheard that one women had been spreading these rumors around, she ran into her at a supermarket and assaulted her, beating her senseless. She served a little bit of time for that.

When she got out of jail, Tonya once again married, this time to a really wealthy elderly man. He was smitten with her, and to hear it told, she changed her life around after they got together. She started going to a local church (the same one that Mark and Debbie still attend), and occasionally, one could spot her now fully grown sons coming to town for a visit. It wasn't long before the Tonya's elderly husband died of a heart attack, and everything he had began to fill her coffers even more.

And there she was now.

"Damn man, she wears that shit on purpose, you know?" Mark said, shaking his head.

Tonya definitely stood out here in the suburbs. She was tall, maybe five foot ten when she wasn't wearing the leather heels she loved so much. She had very long and very full jet black hair, which she would always fix a different way or touch up with different colors. Today it was blonde streaks that patterned her dark hair. She always wore large earings, her favorite seeming to be ones that had feathers in them. Tonya had large dark brown eyes that seemingly always were bordered with great looking makeup, the kind that Debbie said was too slutty for a woman her age.

Tonya earned the name "Teardrop Tonya" because of her tattoos. Supposedly, she got them when she was married to the war vet. Her right arm was a full sleeve, depicting a feminine skull wearing a Native American headdress that flowed down to her elbow. From its hollow eyes, large highly detailed trails of tears ran down Tonya's arm. It was the only tattoo large enough for me to make out from a distance, the rest were just a jumble of colorful pictures and stars. Her left arm was tattooed as well though not quite as much. There was an obnoxious guy that Mark knew, who claimed to have slept with Tonya, that said she had tattoos of all of her ex husbands' names in a list somewhere in her sleeve.



The woman's tits were amazing, and were the cause of a lot of jealous talk from most of the other women that lived here. Tonya's tits were almost unbelievably large, and it was rumored that they were either bought for her by her first husband or medically enhanced. When I first saw her, I thought maybe it was some sort of special bra she might have worn, but after seeing her in a bikini top one time I knew this wasn't the case. Today she was wearing a strapless top, her cleavage exposed to the hot sun. Tonya also had on a pair of cutoff blue jeans that stopped at her upper thighs, displaying her long well tanned legs.

"Damn, Todd, that woman ages well," Mark stated as he watched her.

Tonya retrieved her mail, and after briefly looking it over, gave a glance our way. I pretended to watch Debbie at that moment, and noticed Mark use the same tactic. Debbie looked up then and asked Mark if he was all set. She glanced over in Tonya's direction, and made sure to turn around before rolling her eyes with a disgusted look on her face. I couldn't help but watch Tonya stroll back up to her front porch, her hips swaying seductively as those long legs climbed her steps.

Mark and Debbie left a few moments later, with kids yelling and laughing in the back seat as they waved goodbye. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I took a dip in Mark's pool and cleaned it out for most of the evening. I made myself something to eat and eventually crashed out on the sofa watching movies that night. The week pretty much dragged on like that, with me swimming and playing online games on Mark's 72" flat screen.

Mark had no shortage of cool stuff to do. With his wife working at the hospital and him raking in money as an accountant downtown, they lived pretty comfortable. I had always been quite the opposite, working the graveyard shift at the local industrial park and keeping to myself. I made enough to get by, but usually when it cane time to have real fun I was hanging with Mark. I even felt a dirty temptation itching within me, and discovered Mark's personal little porn collection in his closet and watched several discs on his enormous TV.

Thursday rolled around and I noticed the yard was in need of a trimming. I fired up the mower in their garage and got to work. I wanted to wait until late in the evening to mow but Mark had a pretty sizeable acre and a half that would take several hours to finish. I threw on my swimming trunks and a tank top and started on the backyard. Just as I thought, the July sun had me burning hot and dripping with sweat by the time I finished the back. I cut the mower off and took a quick dip in the pool before going inside to grab a bite to eat.

After I took my break, I began mowing the front yard. The heat was still intense, and I cranked the mower into high gear trying to finish as fast as possible.

Until I saw Tonya, that is.

I spotted the sultry older woman walking from around her house to her front porch, carrying two potted flower plants. Today she was wearing a tight grey tanktop that again showcased those enormous tits. She had on her favorite shorts again, those cutoff jeans that were frayed at the ends. Her long black hair was tied up behind her head at the moment. She must have had on ten different bracelets on her tattooed arms, and had adorned her ears with black and white feather earrings.



Immediately upon seeing Tonya, I dropped the mower into a slower gear, and adjusted my sunglasses to make sure she couldn't see me looking. But I was looking. Tonya's back was to me when she set the two plants in the grass in front of her porch and squatted down to mess with them. Debbie had always talked about how Tonya wore clothes that were made for younger girls or styles that didn't fit her age. Her grey tank slid up her back, exposing more tan tattooed skin. I couldn't make out the markings from this distance, the sight of the flesh was enough.

I had to remember to turn the mower before I drove over Mark's driveway. As I made another long pass across his yard, I tried not to appear too obvious as I continued to glance Tonya's way. She was standing now, but bent over the pots, the bottoms of her dark ass cheeks showing as her tight shorts wedged up in between them. She stood and circled back around the house.

The next time she came around she was carrying two more plants. This time, as almost an answer to my prayers, Tonya was leaned over facing my direction, sticking flowers in the pots and watering them. I could see from a distance the dark slit of her cleavage and the round tops of her breasts wobbling as she worked. I realized my dick was pushing into the waistband of my trunks. I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position, glancing back to see Tonya looking up at me.

I tried to act normal and continue my mowing pattern, but I had butterflies inside, worried she might have seen me repositioning my boner. After a few minutes when I turned the mower heading towards her house, and saw Tonya disappear around to her back yard. She returned again with two more plants, and this time I tried to keep my eyes averted.

After another half hour or so at about midday, I finished mowing the front yard. I pulled the mower back into the garage and walked back outside, wiping the sweat from my brow with my shirt. The sun beamed down relentlessly, and I was glad to be done with the yard. That's when I saw Tonya standing about midway in her front yard looking directly towards me. She had one hand on her hip and another shielding her eyes from the sun.

"Hey, excuse me!" She called over.

I almost froze where I was at the sound of her voice.

"Uh, hey!" I shouted in return nervously.

In the same pose, she yelled, "Could you lend a girl a hand for a minute?" It was almost spoken like a demand.

My chest went cold as I stammered out a reply. "Y-yeah, sure."

Tonya didn't wait to see if I was coming. She turned and began strutting back towards her porch. Almost in a trance, I headed in her direction. Absolute nervousness overwhelmed me then, enough to almost make me bolt back into Mark's house. I had to try to play this cool. I had to calm down.

I made my way across the street and into her yard. The trip to her porch gave me a feeling akin to meeting a famous celebrity. I would finally see her up close. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I just knew I'd come off as a dork, but I tried to act as normal as I could.

Tonya looked amazing. The first thing I noticed safely from behind my sunglasses were those huge tits. The tan skin of her cleavage was riddled with small freckling age spots, but somehow seemed to add to their appeal. The skin at the top of her cleavage had begun to draw subtle lines, but wasn't at all repulsing. I realized that she wasnt wearing a bra. The sight made my dick stir in my trunks as i could see the natural droop of her bra-less chest, as well as the shape of what i thought were her nipples through the thin grey fabric of her tank top.

Her tight angular face was showing the same barely noticeable signs of age that were expected of a woman in her forties, with small tired looking bags beginning to form under her eyes and crow's feet at their corners. Her full lips had the slightest lines in them, and her mouth in general looked as though Tonya had worn a frown her whole life. She carried a small tummy on her midsection, but not big enough to make her look unsightly.

Overall, Tonya had the slightest bit of age on her, but she looked like a goddess. There was a tired look about her, bit she also had an air of superior sexiness and confidence. I had heard the words "cougar" and "milf" thrown around alot, but there simply was no way to describe this woman. Tonya was simply a bad ass mature woman that could still show her stuff.

As I came up to the porch, Tonya was lighting a cigarette. As she inhaled the first drag, she reached behind her and let her hair fall down her shoulders. Her piercing dark eyes were fixed on me, and made me a nervous wreck inside.

"What's your name, kid?" She asked, letting out a long plume of smoke.

"Todd," I managed to say without stuttering.

"Well, nice to meet 'cha, Todd." Tonya's voice was a low tone and smooth as caramel. "You think you could put these up for me?"

At first I was unsure of what she meant. Of course my eyes were darting repeatedly to her breasts, so that my first thought was sexual. I then saw the potted plants sitting on her porch behind the wood railing. I looked and saw the hooks above each one across her porch, which was a rather tall porch.

I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, if course."

I had to walk over and come up the steps to begin. I could feel her watching me, standing there smoking with one hand on her hip. I focused and went to hang the first pot furthest away from her.

"You holdin' the fort down hun?" I heard her say.

"Uh, yeah. My buddy Mark and his family are on vacation. He asked me to look over everything."

Tonya gave a slight smirk as she blew out smoke. "Pretty good at that, huh."

I didn't know what to say back to that so I simply hung the pot and went on to the next one, but I didn't miss that slight pun about looking that she had added.

"Uh, sorry Ma'am, what did you say your name was?" I asked.

Tonya shot me a look and a roll of her eyes. "I'm sure you might have heard it by now. And don't call me Ma'am. I ain't that old honey."

I hung another pot and continued to the next. "It's Tonya, right?"

She sat in the rocking chair next to her and flicked her ashes beside her in a tray on a round patio table.

"That's right," she said sounding slightly amused.



I decided maybe not talking would be better as I hung another plant. She sat staring off on the distance as she smoked and I finished hanging the last plants. I was close enough to smell her strong cherry fragrance, and I could make out alot of her tattoos now. Most were Indian related, a wolf howling or a dreamcatcher that had a skull design in the web. They looked great on her tan skin.

"You look like you've been swimming, Todd," Tonya noted.

"Oh, yeah. Mark has a pool."

"Be nice to swim in this kinda heat," she said.

Thinking quickly, I said, "Well, you could come over and take a dip if you wanted sometime."

Tonya smothered her cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. She gave a small alluring smile. "That'd be nice. Of course, if his little twat ever found out she'd shit."

I was a little surprised. I had never heard a woman speak so bluntly before. "Debbie?" I said trying to sound skeptical.

"Yeah." Tonya gave me a look as I hung another pot. "Don't think I don't know that these little cunts whisper behind my back. I don't mind, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot."

I gave a little laugh. "Uh, yeah, I guess they do talk."

I hung the last plant and Tonya waved me over to the chair beside her. "Come over here and stay a while, Todd."

My heart skipped a beat in my chest. She was asking me to stay. This was a moment I had fantasized about many times, to sit with the lovely and fierce Teardrop Tonya. Not wanting to seem rude, I took a seat in the chair beside her. The close proximity made the hairs on my arms and neck stand, even in this heat. Tonya was reaching behind her, and I realized she had a cooler there. She then produced two bottled beers. Tonya held one out for me, and I felt obligated to take it. She popped the top to her own and took a long, deep swig. I followed suit, trying to play it as cool as I could.

"So, what do they say about me nowadays?" Tonya asked me.



I licked my lips and shrugged, unsure of how I should handle this.

"Well, you could kinda guess what the women are saying."

She shook her head and her lips became a thin line. "Those little bitches will always talk. What can you do? I try to be friendly with them and all I can smell is jealousy and bigotry on them. They'll smile and act sweet and prissy to your face but as soon as you turn your back..."

Tonya took another swig of beer.



"What else do people say, Todd?" She said suddenly, locking her dark eyes on mine.

I shrugged. "They, uh... well, they call you a gold digger." I couldn't believe what I was telling her.

Her brow furrowed. "What?"

"I-I mean you have been married to all older men, that w-were pretty wealthy...."

Tonya studied me a moment with such a look I thought she might crack that beer bottle over my head.



"Is that not the same reason little miss sweet bush married your accountant buddy? And the reason I don't see you with a plus one? Nobody wants someone that ain't got the money, sweetheart."

Tonya's words hit home and stung a little. I had to give it to her though. No one was interested in a factory working shut in that played too many video games.



"So yeah," Tonya shrugged, "I guess I am a gold digger. It's got me what I have now, so fuck 'em."

She lit another cigarette and crossed her tan legs, which drew my attention to them. I couldn't help but picture them wrapped around my waist.
"What else, Todd?" Tonya asked.

The beer and the honest casual talk was starting to make me feel more relaxed.

"The kids on the block think you killed your last husband," I told her with a smirk.

Tonya raised her nicely waxed eyebrows. Then, she said, "Well, I guess that one ain't far from true."

I thought I hadn't heard her right. Tonya may have admitted to murder right in front of me. It made me nervous, but at the same time intrigued me.

"So... you did... kill him?"

Tonya stared at me coldly as she took a draw from her cigarette. "Harry was old. He had heart problems. One night we were having sex and it was too much for him. He killed over underneath me. Kinda weird having someone die inside you."

I wasn't sure what to say back to her.

"So you can tell 'em that one's true I guess, Todd," she said, shooting me an almost wicked smile.

I wasn't sure if learning this about her was supposed to repulse me that an old man died while fucking her, or turn me on because she fucked a man to death. Either way, my cock was filling with blood and pressing against my swimming trunks. I couldn't let her see it, so I decided to keep her talking.

"Okay," I began, "what about Carrie Ann Lewis?" Truthfully, I was curious about the woman Tonya supposedly beat.

I could see an evil smile wanting to form on Tonya's face as she blew out a plume of smoke and stared into my nervous eyes.

"What about her?" She prompted.

I cleared my throat and said, "Did you really go to jail for beating her up?"

Tonya finished her beer and began reaching for another one. "Two years for assault with a deadly weapon. 'Let out early. Apparently a four inch heel isn't something you should use to hit someone with."

I gave a short laugh. "Why? What did she do?"

" 'Called me a silicone stuffed slut right to my face," Tonya said with a look of disgust. "So I taught the jealous little bitch a lesson. Stupid mistake, but it did feel good."

I thought for a moment, before saying, "She was jealous because you had implants?"

Tonya gave me a long look. I saw one corner of her mouth turn to a smirk. I watched as she took one of her breasts in her hand, pulled it up, and squeezed it through her thin grey shirt.



"There ain't no silicone in these girls, hun. They're all natural, home grown, and preservative free, sweetie. "

All I could do was gawk as she played with her tit. My cock was pumping hard, and was already as straight and stiff as could be. I could definitely make out a nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. Tonya let her breast fall from her hand hand and she gave a little laugh. She again aimed those dark eyes towards mine.

"These were a gift from Mama," she said. "Old woman might not have been good for nothing else 'cept passing on her fat rack to me. Helped out a lot when I used to bartend."

I stared at the cleavage where her large tits pressed together, and before I knew what I was saying, I blurted out, "They do look amazing. "

Tonya smiled and replied, "Honey, you ain't seen amazing yet. Remember that line about gold digging? You think that comes from talking sweet and giving guys the missionary position twice a week?"

I was stunned, not sure what to say or what I even should say. My heart fluttered ice cold in my chest. Tonya leaned close. I could smell her cherry scent and the beer on her breath. I also noticed she made no attempt to shield my view from the wobbling beauties in her shirt.

"Any man been with me? They don't wont nothing else, hun," Tonya purred.

She leaned back, still studying me. I did my best to hide the throbbing boner in my shorts with my arms crossed in my lap. Tonya knew it was there, though. She put it there, and it was something that she loved to do.

After a moment, Tonya said, "I'm betting you don't see a lot of tail, do you Todd?"

"W-well, no not really, " I stammered. I felt cornered then, never sure what to say or how to act. Part of me felt like I should have left a long time ago, but she had me hooked. Tonya knew how to read me like a book and play me like a flute.

Tonya smiled, running her tongue across her teeth. "How old are ya?"

"Twenty three," I answered, nervous as hell.

Tonya nodded, not taking her eyes from mine. Then, with another devious smile, she asked me, "Do you wanna have some real fun, Todd?"

The hairs on my neck stood up. There was no playing dumb now. My mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. My legs felt weak, but what was in between them was pulsing strong. I felt my skin flush when I saw Tonya put out her cigarette in the ashtray and stand. She grabbed the arms of my chair and slid it to the side and out from the table. She went to a kneeling position before me. My mind was reeling as she reached over and untied my trunks and split the Velcro with a swift rip.

I looked towards the street frantically. We were right on Tonya's front porch, and she was jerking my trunks out from under me and down to my ankles. The neighborhood was calm, but my dick was far from it as it flopped free and stood stiff and nodding in front of Tonya's face. The sexy smile that Tonya gave me was enthralling, licking her top lip and inching her face close to my member so that I could feel her hot breath on the head.

One of her hands slid up my damp shirt to my flat stomach, while the other clamped around the base of my cock and squeezed hard. My dick turned red just before I saw Tonya stick out her tongue and run it up the tender shaft from her clenched fist to the bulbous head. When she reached the top, her dark eyes flashed as they met mine, before her mouth opened wide and took the meat into her mouth.

I squirmed slightly as her wet mouth slid down my shaft, and as I exhaled my jaw quivered. I wasn't sure where I should put my hands, almost terrified to touch this woman, so I gripped the arms of the chair where they met the seat. As her warm mouth wet my dick, my eyes scanned the street nervously for signs of people. There were no cars, no pedestrians at the moment at all. I then let my gaze wander over Tonya's colorful tattooed arms.

Tonya's head bobbed up and down slowly at first, making my cock slick with her spit. Then my hips bucked as her head dove down again, the flat of her tongue working hard over the tender flesh on the bottom of my dick. I could already feel the sting of an orgasm forming inside, and I had only been in her mouth for half a minute. Tonya worked her head a bit faster with a steady pace, her incredible tongue dancing under my rod with grace.

Again my eyes scanned the road and the yards of the neighborhood, afraid that anyone might see us on Tonya's porch. I watched as her lips slid up my shaft to my swollen red tip, her tongue then beating on the sensitive head gently. She fixed her lustful gaze on me again, relaxing her fist and taking my dick with two fingers. Tonya dove back down, and I felt my dick pushing against her tonsils at the back of her mouth.

I already wanted to scream, glancing nervously to the road again, when I felt Tonya's jaw droop and her throat relax. Her head pressed further until my cock slipped into her moist throat and her nose and forehead pressed into my stomach. I lost my bearing and my hands shot up to grab a wad of Tonya's wavy black hair and tried to pull her up. She moaned into my dick and bobbed further, swallowing all that she could of my hard shaft. My feet scuffed the porch erratically and my vision blurred as I felt my head about to burst in her throat.

With a sudden movement, Tonya slid her head all the way off my dick just before I could come. A tumult of emotion swept over me then, as I felt disappointed and tricked that I didn't come, but also felt relieved and relaxed finally. A long, thick string of spit drooped from the head of my dick to Tonya's wet lips. She gave a wicked little laugh at me, reveling in my discomfort. My saliva covered cocked twitched and nodded, standing naked for any to see.

But as I looked, I again saw no one around at all. Unless someone was watching from a window I couldn't see, we remained undiscovered for the moment. Tonya scooted a bit closer, with strings of saliva still hanging from her lips. She took her hand from my stomach and slid it under my thigh to grope my bare ass. With her other hand, she took the spit from her lips in her palm and rubbed it back on my dick.

Tonya played with me like that for several minutes. Smiling that evil smile, she would jerk my lubricated cock until I was about to explode and stop. Then she would blow on my engorged tip and barely lick at it with the tip of her tongue. Tonya would then start to beat my dick again, and my eyes darted from the street to her tattooed arm and the muscles beneath the artwork dancing as she worked. I would catch glimpses of her breasts wagging in her shirt. The sight was enough to make me explode, but I was in Tonya's control.

Then, I felt her hand grip my ass cheek, her thumb wandering into my crack. Tonya opened her mouth again and stuck my cock back inside. I felt her thumb exploring the ring of my asshole as she lapped her tongue over my rod in her warm mouth. She pressed further and her thumb popped into my ass and slid in up to her knuckle. I again grabbed her by the hair of the head and pulled feeling the burn in my dick once more.

Tonya slid up to my head again and her dark eyes flicked to mine. I could almost see the smile in her eyes when she dove down on my shaft. I was scanning the street again when I felt my swollen head push down into her throat again. Tonya's thumb jiggled inside me, brushing my prostate as she simultaneously squeezed my cheek. My knees locked when I felt her tongue slide between her bottom lip and my skin and touched my scrotum. With her face pressed hard into my stomach and my cock buried in her throat, Tonya's tongue lapped at my sack greedily.

I was done. Tonya knew it and slid back up my pulsing rod about halfway just before I gushed into her. My hands clawed in her black hair as my hips bucked into her head. She did her best to keep me in her mouth as I came, my dick firing burst after burst at the back of her throat. I looked down as I did, to find Tonya staring back at me, her lips glued around my cock. I felt a sensation in her mouth that made me jump more in the chair, her thumb jamming further into me. I realized she was licking at the tip of my surging head as I came. The sensitive skin seemed as though it received an electric shock with each lick. My mouth opened once and let out a loud yelp.

When I had emptied my throbbing dick into Tonya's mouth, I relaxed back into the chair, immediately looking out to the road and the houses around us. No one was around, no cars were on the street. I jumped when Tonya slid her mouth all the way down my shaft again and sucked hard. I watched her work her mouth off my cock, leaving no trace of my cum behind. When my head eased from her lips, I saw Tonya purse her lips and let the seed drip from them and back onto my shiny meat. The cum ran down my throbbing member to my scrotum and between my thighs.

My mind couldn't process it. What the hell was she doing? Tonya flashed me a sloppy smile before greedily retrieving my warm treat again, licking the cum first from my dick, then dropping down and taking my sack in her mouth and cleaning it. When she was finished there, she stooped to lick the milky trickle from between my balls and my thigh. I saw the movement of her throat when she swallowed as she came up and smirked at me.

Tonya stood, and wiped her mouth before retrieving her pack of cigarettes from the little table, almost as though she had just completed any normal task. With my dick laying over limp, I became suddenly aware that my trunks were around my ankles. I quickly pulled them back to my waist, glancing nervously at the street, terrified that someone might have seen. There still was no sign of anyone that might have spotted us.

I stood up, awkwardly adjusting my swimming trunks and my tank top. My dick was hot and sticky between my thighs. I looked at Tonya, who had lit a cigarette and was watching me with an amused expression. I started to say something, but couldn't think of anything that would sound sensible to say to her. I scratched the back of my head nervously, not sure what to do.

Tonya wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger, her mesmerizing eyes watching me. She took a long draw of her cigarette, let out a huge smoke cloud, and gave me another evil smirk.

"Thanks for helping me, Todd," Tonya said. She then simply stood waiting.

"Uh... no-no problem, Miss, uh... Tonya," I managed to say.

Feeling more than a bit uncomfortable, I turned and walked awkwardly off her porch and out into her yard. The whole thing seemed like a dream to me, as though it happened in a flash or didn't happen at all. But my empty pulsating cock was a remnant of the blow job that Tonya had just given me.

I was halfway across the yard when I heard Tonya call out to me.

"Hey Todd!"

I turned back to face her, almost startled by her voice.

"Yes?"

Tonya stared across the street to Mark's house and appeared to be thinking for a moment.

"I think I'm gonna take you up on your offer to swim in a little while," She said. "Maybe when the sun goes down a bit."

I felt my skin flush and found myself both excited and nervous at the same time. All I could say was, "Y-yeah, sure! C'mon by."