Shameless rip off of another beloved 70's sit com but it's just for fun and it was so much fun to write, so here goes.
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Mr Rigsby couldn't concentrate on the paper for the constant noise from Miss Jones room. He had been hearing strange sounds from her room for a while now, and tonight was no different. It was a sound that was all too familiar to him, a squeaking that seemed to be rhythmic and... intimate. He sighed heavily, setting his newspaper down. He knew what was happening, and he had had enough of it. It was one thing to let his tenant take gentleman callers, but it was quite another to have to listen to their sordid escapades every single night.
With a grumble, he pushed himself out of his chair and marched up the stairs to her door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He had to put a stop to this. It was his house, after all, and shabby as it was, with flaking paint and the odd patch of rising damp, he had standards.
He took a deep breath and turned the knob, only to be met with the sight of Miss Jones on her back, her breasts bouncing as she was being fucked mercilessly by none other than another of his tenants, the young planning student, Philip.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the streetlamp outside casting a yellow glow through the threadbare curtains. The bed squeaked in protest with every thrust, the sound echoing through the small, dingy room. Miss Jones looked up and saw him, her eyes wide with surprise, but she didn't stop. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet Philip's every plunge.
Philip looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with Rigsby's. He didn't stop either, continuing to pump in and out of Miss Jones with a ferocity that Rigsby couldn't help but admire. He was a young, fit man, and Miss Jones was clearly enjoying herself, her moans growing louder with each stroke.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Rigsby bellowed, his face reddening with rage.
Miss Jones giggled, her voice breathy and filled with passion. "Oh, Rigsby, don't be such a prude. We're just having a little fun." she said, gathering Philip's hand against her breasts.
Philip smirked over his shoulder, his thick black cock glistening with sweat and her juices against her pale alabaster skin. "You should try it sometime," he said, with his cut-glass Etonioan accent, not bothering to hide his enjoyment of the situation.
Rigsby's eyes narrowed. He wasn't about to be talked down to by a young whippersnapper like Philip. "This is my house, and I won't have this sort of thing going on under my roof! Just because your father was a tribal chief, you think you can come across here and take whatever young maidens are lying around..."
Miss Jones looked up at him, her chest heaving with each breath. "Oh, Rigsby, don't be such a party pooper. We'll be quieter, I promise," she purred, reaching out a hand to him.
But Rigsby wasn't interested in promises. He was interested in action. And as he looked at Miss Jones' round, naked ass bouncing on the bed, he had an idea. "You want to fuck in my house, you say?" He stepped closer, his own desires beginning to stir. "Fine. But only if I get to join in."
Miss Jones' eyes widened, and she looked at Philip, who grinned wickedly. "What are you saying, Rigsby?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of shock and excitement.
"I'm saying, if you want to get up to all this rumpy-pumpy under MY roof, you'll have to... you'll have to... let me have a turn!" he said, his voice dropping to a growl.
Miss Jones looked at Philip again, and the two of them shared a knowing look. They had seen the way Rigsby had been eyeing her since she moved in, and they knew that he was more than a little interested in her. They had talked about it, laughed about it even. But they had never thought he would actually make a move.
"Okay," Miss Jones said, her voice a whisper. "But only if you promise to let us FUCK whenever we want."
Rigsby nodded, his eyes never leaving hers and trying to hide his shock at the language. "You got yourself a deal. You can f.u.c.k. whenever you want if I get a bit..."
Without another word, he stripped off his clothes, revealing a body that was surprisingly well-kept for a man his age. He climbed onto the bed, his cock already standing at attention. Miss Jones looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and lust. She knew what was about to happen, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it.
"Take it easy, Rigsby," Philip warned as he pulled out of her, giving her a playful slap on the ass. "She's not used to being fucked this often."
Rigsby didn't need any instructions. He knew exactly what he wanted. He asked her to kneel ocross him as he lay on the bed, his cock brushing against her wet folds. He looked up at her, and she nodded, giving him the go-ahead. He pushed into her, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a glove. She was so wet, so warm, so inviting as she sank down on top of him.
"Oh! Mister Rigsby!!!" Miss Jones gasped as he filled her up, her nails digging into the bedspread. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was overwhelming. But she liked it, she liked it a lot.
Philip watched them for a moment, stroking his own cock lazily before he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Ready for me to fill your other hole?"
Miss Jones nodded, her eyes never leaving Rigsby's. Philip kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he reached down and spread her cheeks. He lined up his cock with her asshole and pushed in, her tight muscles giving way to his girth with a pop. She moaned into Rigsby's mouth, the sensation of being filled in both holes making her feel like she was going to explode.
Rigsby took her hips in his hands and began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a wet, squelching sound that filled the room. Philip matched his rhythm, the two of them working together in a symphony of lust and pleasure. Miss Jones' body was a tight, wet vice around them, her walls clenching and unclenching as they both claimed her.
The squeaking of the bed grew louder as they both fucked her harder, their bodies slapping against each other with every movement. Miss Jones' moans grew more frantic, her eyes rolling back in her head as she approached climax.
Rigsby lifted her slightly, pulling out of her, and gestured for Philip to take his place. "Let's switch," he said, his voice gruff.
Without hesitation, Philip pulled out of her ass and took his place under her, in her pussy, his cock sliding in with ease. Miss Jones looked down at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Rigsby didn't waste any time, pushing his cock into her now-stretched asshole.
The feeling was incredible, the tightness of her ass gripping him like nothing he had ever felt before. He began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a steady, rhythmic pace. Miss Jones' moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of taking them both.
The room was a cacophony of sounds: the squeaking of the bed, the wet slapping of flesh, the grunts and groans of the men, and the high-pitched cries of Miss Jones. They were all lost in the moment, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Miss Jones felt her orgasm building, her pussy spasming around Philip's cock as Rigsby's cock hit all the right spots inside her ass. She screamed as it crashed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. The two men took that as their cue and picked up their pace, their thrusts growing more urgent.
Rigsby felt himself getting closer, his balls tightening with every push into her ass. He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto him, driving deeper than he ever had. Miss Jones' moans turned to screams as she came again, her body shaking with the force of it.
With a roar, Rigsby shot his load into her, filling her ass with his hot, sticky cum. Philip wasn't far behind, pumping her full of his own seed, her pussy clenching around him as he came.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sweaty. Miss Jones lay in the middle, her legs spread wide, her holes leaking cum. She looked up at them, a satisfied smile on her face. "So, does this mean we can do this whenever we want?" she asked, her voice still breathless.
Rigsby looked down at her, his chest heaving. "As long as you promise to keep it down," he said with a grin.
Miss Jones giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll do my best," she said, winking at Philip. |
