New old neighbour
by only the strong



Needless to say, coming back to my small town from college was not high on 
the excitement meter. Most of my friends had all gone for various vacations 
all over the globe. As for me, I had resigned myself to attending summer 
school at the local community college, in an attempt to regain my 
eligibility for the upcoming football season .

My Mom and Dad met me at the airport, not to take me home, but to lend me 
their car for the summer. You see, they too were off to Europe for an 
extended summer vacation. What better time to go than when your son comes 
home for three months. Great, small town, friends and parents on exciting 
vacations and nothing to look forward to except 18 semester hours of summer 
school. This had all the markings of the most boring summer ever spent by a 
healthy 20 yr old Quarterback , supposedly with the world-by-the-tail. I was 
expecting boredom like never before...Boy was I in for a surprise!!!

I said my hello’s and goodbye’s to my Mom and Dad and headed for the old 
homestead. Along the way I noticed quite a few new businesses had sprung up, 
and to my surprise a new Gym had also opened. At least I would have a place 
to work out my frustrations after school. This was a welcome relief, because 
the Gym at the community college was only open during school hours. I had 
promised the coaches that I would dedicate myself to putting on at least 
15lbs of solid muscle for the upcoming season. While already a couple of 
inches over 6ft and weighing in at 195lbs, I was not small for a 
Quarterback, but life in the Big 12 conference is a battle of kill or be 
killed when 300lb defensive linemen are after you.

I pulled into the driveway and noticed right away that the house next door 
had just sold. Hopefully the new neighbors would be more interesting than 
the old couple that had lived there for my entire life. They were nice 
enough, and I considered them family, but at their age, there was no way 
they could keep care of property that bordered on at least ten acres. Most 
of my summers as a youth  were spent building my physique doing manual labor 
for them. But, hey, you don’t build the kind of muscle that I carry with out 
a lot of hard work. I spent the better part of my first day home, laying 
around by the pool and wondering what kind of neighbors I would have for the 
summer.

True to my promise, I arose early the next morning to start my summer 
workout regime. I started my run at a leisurely pace, and noticed the black 
Ford Expedition parked in the driveway  next door. At least the new 
neighbors had good taste in vehicles, I thought to myself, as I headed into 
the wooded trails that surrounded our town. It was still relatively dark 
outside, but I could just make out another runner on the trail at least a 
quarter mile up from me. I made it a goal to catch and pass the runner 
before reaching the edge of town about  one mile ahead. I kicked it into 
gear and while still being careful because of limited visibility, I 
estimated that I was clipping along at a 61/2 min/mile pace, easily fast 
enough to catch all but the most experienced trail runners in this town. To 
my dismay, I seemed to be losing ground to this runner, and worse yet, from 
what view I had as the sun started rising, the runner was quite large, 
although I couldn’t make out any distinct features because of the brush and 
changing terrain. I broke thru the woods and into town desperately looking 
for the runner, determined to run him down on the street. He was gone. Oh 
well, another day I thought, plenty of time to avenge this blow to my ego. I 
slowed down my pace as I headed to the community college to get my first 
upper body lift of the summer in. There was also no way I was going to be 
able to run back home after a good lift, if I kept this pace up.

I kept my workout short and intense and enjoyed a really good pump as the 
blood engorged my muscles. I checked myself out in the mirror in the 
bathroom, and grinned as I had already been making good progress since the 
end of last football season. The trainer for the community college team 
logged my measurements into the computer, to assist me in tracking my 
progress over the summer. 20” biceps, 25” thighs, 17” calves, 48” chest and 
a 32 inch waist. The trainer marveled at my progress from when I was a 
skinny 170lb option quarterback that played here 2 yrs ago. I had only one 
season of eligibility left, and had definite plans of going pro. I said my 
goodbyes and headed  for home at a relaxed pace. I was looking forward to a 
little swim and cool down in the natural pond that bordered my parents 
property and the neighbors. This secluded pond was well hidden by lush 
vegetation and large trees, and was fed by a natural spring that kept the 
water fresh and very cool all summer long. What better place to unwind and 
cool down my sore muscles.
As I approached the pond I could hear someone splashing in the water. Great, 
so much for tranquility I thought. Oh well, the pond was big enough that I 
could still be alone, even though I probably would recognize whomever was in 
the water, and would have to field all kinds of questions about playing ball 
at a big school. This is a small town after all, and I was pretty well known 
for my football exploits in high school and at the community college. I 
stopped next to a pile of clothes, and started stripping down to just my 
running shorts. I looked at the pile of clothes next to me and noticed that 
the running shoes were quite a bit larger than my own 10 1/2’s and the sweat 
shirt was a xx-large. I wondered if this was the mystery runner I had seen 
on the trail earlier. I was anxious to find out what other athlete was in 
town and if I knew him or not. The elevation of our town and the excellent 
trails around it often brought pro athletes from various sports to train 
here in the off season.

As I stepped into the open and looked in the water, I was disappointed to 
see what appeared to be an elderly woman with blond hair that was graying a 
little bit around the temples. She was submerged in the middle of the pond 
up to her jaw line, which was great as far as I was concerned, keeping in 
mind the size of the shoes and sweat shirt I had seen. I said hello, and 
introduced myself as Dan Martin and told her where I lived. I didn’t want to 
scare her out here in the middle of nowhere. As I dropped into the water at 
waist level, she told me her name was Ellen, and that she was my new 
neighbor. I couldn’t help noticing that she did have an attractive face that 
was deeply tanned and had stunning gray eyes. I could see her eying my 
physique, and occasionally flexed my pecs to kind of tease her and let her 
know that I knew she was watching me. She told me that she was a widower and 
had moved to town to open her own business and enjoy the peaceful 
surroundings. She commented on my physique, and told me about her sons love 
of football and bodybuilding. She told me that he finally had to give up 
bodybuilding when he reached 40yrs old due to the number of injuries he had 
sustained from the years of heavy lifting. I guessed her age from the last 
comment to be at least 60yrs old, and though I could only see her face, I 
commented that she looked great for her age, and that the weather and clean 
surroundings would be to her liking.

She laughed at my comment and said, “you have no idea how I look for my age 
from way over there.” With that, she started to wade towards me. Here was 
the moment of truth, just how fat was she going to be to fit into a xx-large 
sweatshirt, and at least size 12 mens running shoes. I still couldn’t see 
her body through the darkly shaded water as she approached. When she finally 
stood, I nearly fainted at the sight before me. She was at least 6ft tall 
and had a physique that belonged in the MENS MR. OLYMPIA competition. Her 
shoulders looked like boulders and supported arms that were at least as big 
as my fully flexed arms, and hers were at rest. She wore a black string 
bikini that could barely contain her massive breasts which were the most 
incredible things I had ever seen. The cold water had caused her silver 
dollar sized nipples to stand out at least a full inch thru the fabric of 
that impossibly small bikini top. Her physique didn’t stop there, her 
stomach contained the most impressive six-pac of abdominal muscles that had 
ever graced a top level bodybuilder. I was stunned, and getting so excited 
that I thought my running shorts were going to burst at the seams from my 
throbbing cock. She laughed and approached until we were less than a foot 
apart. She then reached behind her and released the strings that were 
struggling to hold her ridiculously over matched bikini on. Each breast was 
as big as my head, and didn’t sag a bit when released from the bikini. I 
felt weak in the knees and started to feel like I was going to collapse, 
when she suddenly reached out and picked me up in her arms and carried me 
out of the water. She laid me down on an oversized towel that was draped 
over a large rock. As I lay there staring up at her, I couldn’t believe the 
size and musculature of her legs. She stared down at me and then let her 
gaze drift to my now blood engorged cock that was desperately trying to get 
out of my shorts. She placed one of her huge tanned and perfectly manicured 
feet on my crotch and deftly yanked my shorts down with her impossibly long 
and dexterous toes. Now it was her turn to look stunned as my full eleven 
inches was released from captivity. She got a devilish look in her eyes and 
picked me up into her arms again. This time she draped my legs around her 
waist and my arms over her shoulders, so that my aching cock was rubbing 
against her firm belly and up between her huge tits as she lifted me up and 
down with her hands supporting my ass. I knew I was only going to last a few 
seconds before I blew my load. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another 
stroke, she calmly lifted me above her head so that she was eye level with 
my huge cock, which was the largest and most engorged that it had ever been. 
She nibbled on the head, then slowly circled the tip with her tongue. She 
was bringing me to an incredible climax when she suddenly swallowed my 
entire cock to the hilt and started licking my nuts while deep throating my 
rod. I came in waves and was gushing out the sides of her mouth when I 
passed out.

I vaguely remember being carried the mile to my house over her shoulder, and 
could only smile as I drifted in and out of consciousness...

To be continued...