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Next Door Neighbors (Mf)
by Sipo Nafer (1998)
***
Several years ago the widow next door moved to an apartment in
North Springs, leaving her house vacant for about 6 months as she
tried to sell it. I kept the lawn mowed and checked to make sure
that no one broke in and damaged it. Finally a divorced mother of
two teenagers bought the house and moved in one week when my wife
and I were on vacation. When we returned home from our vacation
it was about 2:00 a.m. and both the houses were dark. After
sleeping late, I went to the shed in the back and got the mower,
intending to cut both yards since they hadn't been cut in a week.
I pushed the mower into the backyard next door and was about to
start the motor when a blond woman wearing a bikini top and
short shorts came out of the sliding door in the basement and asked
me what I was doing in her backyard. That was my introduction to
Stacy. As I explained that I had been gone for a week and that I
had been keeping the yard cut I had a chance to give my new
neighbor more than a once over. She was about 35 (actually she was
36 I found out later), 5' 6" in height, and weighed about 115
pounds. She was very tanned and her stomach was flat and her legs
trim, a result of her participation in ALTA. While not large, her
breasts firmly pushed against the bright yellow bikini top and I
could see just the hint of the soft white underside of her breast
under the band.
About that time my wife came to the back yard wondering why she
hadn't heard the mower start and we had re-introductions all
around. We went into her house and, over a cold beer, found out that
she was a native of Atlanta (having grown up in Buckhead) and that
she had two teenaged children, a daughter of 18 and a son of 14.
She and her ex- husband had just gone through an unpleasant divorce
and she had almost nothing good to say about him. As I was
finishing my beer, her daughter Tracy walked onto the porch wearing
only thin satin baby doll pajamas with her nipples tracing lines
in the green fabric. As she stretched, her arms raised and the
pajamas rose up so that her stomach was exposed and I could see
light brown hairs escaping from the crotch of her panties. As Tracy
walked into the kitchen, I had to re-adjust my position to hide my
growing erection.
Leaving the two women talking and catching up on all their mutual
friends, I went back to the yard and started cutting the grass.
After finishing with Stacy's yards I cut my own, starting in the
front and ending in my own backyard. As I started the mower, I
noticed Tracy lying face down on a chaise lounge wearing only the
bottoms of a thong- style bikini. As I watched, she reached down and
took the bottle of sun tan lotion and let it drip on her exposed
ass. Putting the bottle back on the grass, her hands went behind
and began to rub the slippery oil into her skin, her buttocks
gleaming in the sun light. In spite of my now solid erection, I
started the mower and began to cut my yard, but I must admit that
I walked much slower when I was moving in her direction.
When I finished the yard and had just put the mower away, Tracy
came out of the house carrying another cold beer. I watched the
sway of her hips and the gentle bob of her breasts as she walked
toward me. Just as she got to me, she stepped on something sharp
and stumbled into me, her slick skin rubbing against my sweaty
chest as my hands went around her instinctively to keep her from
falling. As she stood there rubbing her hurt foot, her breasts
were firmly pressed into my chest and her thigh was inserted
between my legs, rubbing on my crotch. After what seemed like
minutes, but was probably only seconds, she put her leg down and
stepped back, looking deep into my eyes as she handed me the beer,
her fingers lingering on mine for an extended period of time.
"I though you might like this," she said as her fingers continued to
stroke mine. My only confusion was what she thought I might like:
the beer or the feel of her young body. As I thanked her, she
turned and walked back to her chaise, her buttocks naked except for
the thin white strip that went down the crack of her ass. By
now I had a complete, raging erection that I couldn't hide, even
under my Levis. As she got to the chaise, she turned her head and
looked at me over one shoulder as she reached back and untied the
bikini top, holding it with her hands as she again lay on her
stomach, the firmness of her white breasts compacted and pressing
out from her body.
When my wife finally got home, I was just getting out of the shower
and was drying off. She sat on the bed and talked about our
new neighbor and all her problems. When she got around to talking
about Tracy, my cock started to thicken and rise as pulsations of
pleasure ran through my crotch. I walked up to her, took her hand,
and put it on my cock. "You've got to be kidding!" she exclaimed.
"It's the middle of the day and we just got back from vacation.
Besides, I've already made the beds and I'm getting hungry. Put
some clothes on and let's go to Rio Bravo for lunch." And that was
that!
Over the next several months we got to know Stacy even better. She
would play her tennis matches and then come over and sit on our
porch talking with my wife. Sometimes she would stay until after
dinner time, drinking beer and laughing with my wife about some
nonsense some of their friends had gotten into. Usually I would
join them on the porch and I enjoyed watching Stacy's trim legs
under her short tennis skirt and the outline of her breasts under
the bodice of her dress, but sometimes I got upset that we didn't
have dinner and had to go to Morrison's Cafeteria when it got "too
late to fix dinner". During this same time I got to know both Tracy
and her brother Bobby better also. They would come over looking for
their mother and we would go to the basement and play Ping-Pong
while the two adults continued their gossip and beers. While Bobby
was a competent player, Tracy was excellent. Her serve and
backhand were better than mine, but my forehand smashes usually won
me the games. Since we played round-robin style with the winner
playing the person who sat out the last game, sometimes I would
intentionally lose so I could watch her bouncing breasts under the
tee shirt and her firm ass under the running shorts she usually wore.
As we played longer and longer, her sweat would turn the tee shirt
and her bra into nearly transparent cellophane as I could faintly
see the outlines of her nipples darkly pressed against the wet
material.
One night when I was outside washing my car under the spotlights,
Stacy came over and asked if I would help her change a light bulb
in her kitchen. She couldn't turn the bulb and she was afraid that
she would break it if she forced it. My wife was at a shower for
the daughter of a friend and I had seen both kids leave to go to a
football game at the high school. I got the short kitchen stool
and started working on the light bulb, trying to turn it with a
towel when I felt cool fingers stroking the head of my cock!
Looking down, I saw Stacy standing in front of me, her hand touching
the head of my cock where it was exposed under my shorts. Since I
was washing the car, I hadn't bothered to wear underpants and,
apparently, when I raised my arms to work on the light, my shorts
had ridden up, exposing the end of my prick. As I watched, her
hand went further into my shorts and I felt her grasp the shaft of
my swiftly hardening shaft. As she pulled the skin back and forth,
I watched her tongue dart out of her mouth and moisten her red
lips as she leaned forward and took just the head into her mouth,
her lips firmly clasping my prick at the top of the shaft. I could
feel the suction of her lips as her tongue slid back and forth over
the sensitive glans, poking wetly at the slit as she tried to get
her tongue into its opening. I was having trouble standing on
the stool and I nearly fell off as she pulled my cock harder and
harder, her hand becoming a blur as she masterbated me into her
mouth.
Pulling her head back, but maintaining a firm grip on my rigid
shaft, she told me that she wanted me to fuck her, right then,
right there. I stepped back off the stool as she quickly pushed her
little tennis panties to the floor, carrying her undies with
them. As I watched, she reached down and spread the front of her
pussy, letting me see the bright pink moistness between her inner
lips. Her fingers forced the hood over her clit to retract and it
poked pinkly out like a miniature cock. Rubbing her finger over
its surface, her breath started coming faster and faster. She
pulled me to her and used my cock to rub her clit, and I could
feel its hard bud rubbing into the slit as she fucked herself into
me. Without a word she turned and leaned over the sink, leaning
over and reaching back to spread her pussy.
"Don't wait. Put it in me now. Shove your cock all the way up my
cunt and fuck me until I can't stand it!" Her pink pussy was
gleaming in the wetness of her own fluids and her inner lips,
swollen with blood, framed the pulsating opening to her cunt. Could
I refuse?
I had never cheated on my wife before, but never before had I had an
opportunity like this. My next door neighbor, a divorcee of 36, was
naked from the waist down, bent over the sink, and begging me to
fuck her brains out. Her pretty pink pussy was pulsating in
anticipation of feeling my shaft slide deep inside her body. I
made up my mind and stepped forward, placing my feet between her
spread legs. Pulling my pelvis back, I put the tip of my cock into
the warm wetness between her legs and, after a few teasing very
short strokes, drove the entire length of my cock into her cunt,
my balls banging on her clit as I bottomed on her cervix.
"Oh God! It's been so long. I want you to stay inside me forever.
I almost forgot how good it feels to have a man inside me. Fuck
me fast and then fuck me slow. I want to feel you move up and
down in me."
Her words inflamed an already hot situation and I gritted my teeth
and tried to think of baseball scores, algebraic formulae, and
anything else which would keep my mind off the hot pleasure of
fucking into the warm moistness of her cunt. As I fucked her, I
could feel her pussy muscles contracting around my shaft as she
pussy-milked my cock. Fortunately, thinking of other things kept
me from cumming too quickly, and I could feel her spasm through two
orgasms before it became too much for me.
"I'm going to cum!" I warned her as I slowed nearly to a stop, my
cock buried deep inside her. "Not yet!" she begged, "I'm not
quite there yet. Please don't cum yet." Gritting my teeth, I pulled
out of her cunt and quickly knelt behind her, my tongue lashing out
to bathe her cunt as I licked her from clit to anus, my lips
suctioning her inner lips and my tongue whipping back and forth
across her wetness. Her pussy juices were running down my chin as
she ground her crotch back into my face, forcing my mouth over her
vagina and my tongue to probe into its warm recess.
As she began to moan and her hips started an involuntary motion, I
rose and drove myself deep into her, feeling the soft velvety
walls spreading before the force of my invader. She cried out as the
spasms of her third orgasm started, her legs weakening as she
dropped helplessly onto my iron-hard shaft. Her pleasure brought me
to a peak and I felt the hot blasts of cum shooting up my prick,
exploding into her pussy as one, two, three, and four large spurts
of cum filled her pussy to overflowing, the excess forced down along
my cock to drip from her pussy onto the kitchen floor. My hips
spasmed independently of my control as the extreme pleasure of my
climax was nearly overpowering.
As I started to soften, I started to pull out when she reached back
and grasped me around the hips, pulling me back into her wetness,
her inner softness clasping me like a soft leather glove as her
muscles again milked my cock. Her hands controlled my motions. At
first she let me move only and inch or so back and forth, the
wetness and slipperiness of her cunt permitting me to remain inside
her even though I wasn't completely hard. As the pleasure grew,
her hands pushed me back and forth more and more until, finally, my
cock was hard again and I could see it gleam in the combination of
our fluids.
Pulling back, I took her hand and led her into the den where I sat on
the couch, pulling her down onto my lap. I could feel my cock
rubbing hotly between us as she rubbed her clit up and down
its tautness, her clit poking sharply into the sensitive skin
covering the tube. I unhooked the neck strap of her tennis dress
and pulled it down below her bra. Since her breasts were small but
firm, I pushed the cups up above her tits, the lower band forcing
the swelling flesh to bulge even more as it cut into the softness of
her upper breasts. Her nipples were light pink in color, but they
protruded at least a half inch and were as firm as pencil erasers.
She leaned forward and put her soft lips on mine as her hands went
to my shoulders. I could feel her tongue pressing into my mouth as
mine opened and our tongues began a wet, sexy duel.
As I felt her raise up, her hand went between us as she positioned me
to enter her again. She put just the head of my cock into her pussy
and started a circular motion, the velvety smoothness of her
cunt sliding wetly around its mushroom-shaped bulge. Her fingers
went to my nipples and I could feel her fingers gently scratching
my chest, her fingernails running back and forth over my skin as my
nipples erected, blooming forth as the excitement caused them to
poke out of their covering of hair. My hands went to her tits
and I caressed both of them, my hands squeezing and kneading their
softness as I felt her nipples poking hotly into my palms. As I
felt her fingers grasp my nipple between thumb and index finger, I
let her nipple poke up between my ring and middle fingers, my fingers
contracting around the sensitive buds of pleasure. She began to pull
on my nipples as she began to ride my cock like a horse, posting up
and down on my prick, her lips still sweetly locked on mine.
I could feel all my senses concentrated in three pleasure centers:
my cock inside its velvet-smooth wetness; my nipples being
pinched harder and harder as the pleasures grew; and my lips where
her tongue continued its intrusion into me. As her fingers pinched
harder, I let my fingers return the feeling to her nipples.
Finally I couldn't get enough pressure with the two fingers so I
grabbed her nipple between my thumb and the nuckle of my index
finger. I started twisting her nipple back and forth as I felt her
fingernails begin to dig into mine, the pain/pleasure radiating
throughout my entire body. As she came, her fingernails nearly
drew blood and I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could, the
pressure turning their pinkness white.
As she came down from her orgasm she said, "Now be more gentle. I
love to feel the pain when I'm cumming, but now I just want to
feel softness on my nipples." I gently massaged her nipples,
flicking my fingers up and down over their surface until I felt her
fingers begin their pressures on my nipples. I duplicated her
actions. When she tortured, I tortured; when she was gentle, I was
gentle.
Since I was still rock hard, I let her continue to ride my cock as
she brought herself to two more major orgasms and, I'm sure, a
number of smaller ones. Finally, she slumped on my chest,
completely exhausted, saying, "I can't move any more. My legs just
won't work. I just can't fuck you any more, you're going to have
to do the work." She rolled off my chest and lay on her back on
the sofa, her body covered with sweat and completely vulnerable
for whatever I wanted to do. I grasped her ankles and brought her
legs up in a "V", hooking her legs over my shoulders as I pulled her
pelvis up to meet mine, her body suspended by her head and shoulders
and my hands on her ass. Pulling back, I fucked her with abandon,
forgetting everything but my need to cum. She was just an
instrument, a plaything, a hole for my rod. I was maniacal! My
whole being was concentrated in my prick. She was so wet that I
could hardly feel her at all as I fucked back and forth, my balls
banging into her ass.
Looking up at me, she began to pinch her own nipples, saying, "Come
on, you can do it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Stick your cock all
the way up to my throat! Shove that hard pecker into my little
pussy. Would it help if I sucked your cock? Would you like to
feel my lips and tongue on your cock? Do you want to fill my mouth
with your cum? Is that what turns you on? Come on down here.
Let me watch you cum all over my face and in my mouth. Is that what
you want? Do you want to see my face covered in your cum? Do
you want to see your cum dripping off my tongue? Let me suck
all the cum from your balls. That's it, let my legs down.
Straddle me so that your big cock is in my poor little mouth. Do
you like that? Do you like to feel my tongue on you cock while you
masturbate? I like the taste of you. I want to taste your cum.
Come on, you can do it. Come on, come on...that's it...oh, look
at all that cum...you got it in my eyes...let me suck it...put it
closer...ummmhm."
Her words had inflamed me like nothing before. I was determined to
make my cock cum all over her face. Rubbing as fast as I could, I
felt the sperm start to shoot up my prick and I aimed it right at her
mouth, the force of the first shot causing it to overshoot and
land in her eye. But the second and third wads, smaller and
with less force, dripped onto those red, moist lips and I saw her
tongue flick out to capture their salty whiteness. I tilted my
cock and shoved the head into her mouth and I could see her cheeks
hollow as she sucked the last few drops from my balls. Pulling
back, I realized with horror that I had just fucked my next door
neighbor, and that my wife was sure to find out. Now what was I
going to do?
THE END