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Love Thy Neighbour

By: Shadoebear



My name is Martin, I am 36 years old, about 5'8" tall. I have let myself go a little over the years, but I still have a muscular frame from my swimming days and a good size dick, which my wife said "is the only part of you I really would like to keep," during one of our little separation spats.

Up until now, the year had been a complete bust for me, with my wife announcing that she no longer wanted to be married to me and having to start looking for somewhere else to live. Although we are now getting on really well after the initial shock, sex has been a complete no-no on the grounds of it being a "complication" she didn't need, so living under the same roof is a bit of a strain sexually.

My wife spends a lot of time with one of our neighbours Fion, as she is going through the same thing with her husband at the moment, so they share advice with each other and no doubt swap stories about their near ex's as well. I have always got on with Fion, as neighbours do and we have enjoyed a little innocent flirting from time to time, but I must admit that there was always a little hope on my side that she meant some of what she was saying.

Fion is not a classic beauty by any means, but she most definitely has all the right bits in all the right places. She is about a size 10 (UK 14) with great DD assets and an ass that you could watch walking away all day. She also has one of those wicked smiles when she teases that says "I could fuck you until you scream for mercy and then fuck you some more."

One Sunday a couple of weeks ago I was heading out to get the papers and Fi was just putting some garbage out, still in her pyjamas and asked where I was going. I had to double take as these jammies were the shorty kind so most of her leg was showing and the top only had just enough bottons to keep a little to the imagination. I could see through the space between the buttons that she had no bra on underneath and I could already feel my dick twitching from the view. I finally managed to tell her where I was off to and she asked if I would pick her up some milk and sugar as a couple of her kids were still in bed and she couldn't get out as her Husband was on an emergency call. So I picked up the stuff she wanted and knocked on the door to drop them in when I returned.

Fi answered the door, still in her shorty pyjamas from earlier and as she leaned towards me to take the bag of goods I got a major eyeful of cleavage down to the outline of her nipples. I took a sharp intake of breath and she must have noticed as she apologised and stepped back. 

"Please don't apologise," I said with a little smile "that is the best view I have had in a long time."

She smiled a little shyly, "Yes, I am sorry about you and Wendi, I never thought you two would ever split up. It was a little insensitive of me to answer the door like this, I know you and Wendi haven't been, well, intimate for a long time and I don't want to get you too excited." She dropped the smile and said, "Marcus and I haven't been getting on too well either and it has been a few months for me as well, so I know just how you feel."

"Don't worry about it, maybe I can return the favour sometime to get your blood pumping as well. I'll drop you a text next time I climb out of the shower so you can rush round," 

"Why don't you drop me a text next time you are IN the shower, that is a little more likely to get my blood pumping," she said with a now, more wicked grin.

"Be careful what you wish for," I said as I started to walk away, "you might just get it."

The rest of the day was a typical Sunday with odd jobs about the house, so by the evening I was feeling a little grubby and decided to take a shower. I remembered what Fi had said that morning and sent her a text telling her that I was just getting into the shower and I would let her know when I was getting out.

As I got into the bathroom and undressed I got a text back. The text I got was a bit of a shock at first, but we had always flirted with each other and so I took it like that, "Hi sexy, I'm in the bath all naked and wet myself."

So I text back, "I'll bet u look fantastic lying there naked and glistening in the water!"

"Not as good as u I'll bet," she sent back.

This started to get me a little excited, so I thought I would up the stakes a little and sent, "Which part of your body r ur fingers washing at the moment?"

"Wouldn't u like 2 no. I think I will leave that 4 ur imagination," came the reply.

By now I have a full blown hard on and sent back, "Well it wont be HARD for you to imagine where my hand is at the moment thinking of you just a couple of rooms away naked."

"Does it feel good baby," she teased back.

I started stroking my dick slowly and text back with the other hand, "It would be much better with you doing it for me."

"U have no idea how good it wud feel. I am getting out now, enjoy urself."

Wow, I was on fire and my dick was so hard it felt like it would explode, so I kept the image of her leaning in towards me that morning in my head as I picked up the pace and sprayed cum all over the sink. I cleaned up and took my shower with my head still spinning from the conversation and an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. I still didn't read anything into it as I just took it as two people teasing and getting caught up in the moment, but then as I was getting dressed I got another text;

"I am in my bed now baby and I am naked just for u." I knew that she was on her own as she and her Husband now slept in separate rooms, so I decided to get bold and sent back, "u hv no idea how much I wish I was there with u. Use ur fingers and imagine I am there kissing ur neck, ur lips, ur tits & anything else u wud like"

"I would rather it was u doing it for me," came the reply.

"I am there in spirit, going down on you, just move ur fingers down there and feel me now." 

It was several minutes before I heard anything back and I thought that I had maybe gone too far, but then I got;

"Oh baby, thank u so much, I really needed that. Worn out now, going to sleep and have very sweet dreams xxx."

I was on a high, to think that she got off on what I said was fantastic and I dropped off myself later that night with a huge smile on my face and my dick still semi hard.

The next day, I didn't hear anything from Fi until later in the day and it was just the usual, "how are u and Wendy" and "how are the kids, driving u mad?" texts, so I didn't push it thinking that maybe she was a little embarrassed about last night. I was popping out to do some shopping later that evening as I often do to avoid the crowds and I dropped her a text to ask if there was anything she needed while I was out, again as usual. She text back to say she needed some milk, bread and eggs, so I text back that it was not a problem and I would drop them round in the morning after she got back from dropping the kids to school.

Wendi dropped our kids off in the morning and headed off to her mothers for their weekly gossip update. I waited until about 9:30am and popped the shopping into a bag and headed round to Fion' to drop it off and then back to my normal daily chores.

I knocked on the door and Fi answered in another set of shorty pyjamas, but this time they were a silky type and the top hung off her chest in just the right way that her you could see her nipples stiffen as the cold air hit her. "You seemed to like the other jammies I was wearing the other day, so I didn't want to disappoint you, especially after doing me a favour."

She saw the shocked reaction on my face and she could clearly see that my gaze had been fixed on her breasts for a few seconds now, "if you could tear yourself away from the view, could you be a babe and put those bits in the kitchen for me." Again there was nothing unusual about this as I had been in the house many times, but this was going to be very different as I was about to find out.

"Where's Marcus this morning."

"Oh, he dropped the kids off to school for me and then he is off on some big job and won't be back until this evening," she said as I heard the door close and she was following me into the kitchen.

"Well, at least you will have some peace and quiet today with everyone out of......." I trailed off as I turned around and Fi was standing behind me, but all she was wearing now were her shorts and the top was lying on the floor at her feet.

"I figured that you enjoyed the view so much the other day that you might like to see the rest of it. Well, how are you enjoying the view?"

Her tits were amazing and although they were large, they seemed to defy gravity in the way that young tits do. Her nipples weren't the biggest I had seen, but they were still rock solid from the draft at the door and the goose-pimples on areola.

I was completely speechless, but what my voice was having trouble getting out, my cock was making completely obvious as it sprang to attention in my jeans.

Fi moved her hand to my crotch, "well it would seem that I have at least one fan in this room" she said as she started to rub my hard on up and down, "I told you that you had no idea how good I would feel with my hand on your dick, but maybe it is time for you to find out."

Without a further word she undid my belt, popped the button and slowly unzipped my jeans. With that done, she slowly dropped to her knees while pulling my jeans down at the same time exposing the bulge in my underwear. She slowly traced the outline of my cock with her fingertip, tickling the tip with her nail as she passed over it and sending a major shiver down my spine.

"You have no idea how many times I have dreamed abou........." I started to say, but she stopped me with "Shhhhhhhh....I'm working. Just relax and enjoy." Who could argue with that?

She slid her hand up the leg of my shorts and cupped my balls, giving them a slight squeeze as that horny grin shot across her lips. She moved her fingers up and rubbed the shaft slowly as she licked her lips making the glisten. She gently planted a peck on the tip of my cock through the material and I could feel the pre cum seeping out as she did it.

"Oh we are getting excited aren't we, I think it is only fair that I should sort that out for you since I am the cause."

She moved her hands to the rim of my shorts and slowly lowered then until my cock shot out as if it was on springs, almost hitting her in the face. As she let my shorts drop to the floor I could feel her hot breath on the tip of knob. She parted her lips very slightly and her tongue poked out to taste the juice seeping from the tip and just as I was coming down from that first touch, her whole mouth engulfed the top of my dick in a warm, wet heavenly feeling.

Fi started to move down the shaft very slowly and as the stroke reached back towards the top, I could feel her tongue swirling around the tip, sending me into throws of ecstacy. I started to wonder if I was dreaming as she moved deeper and deeper until she was taking my whole length in her mouth with every stroke. She cupped my balls very gently and started to playfully squeeze then, which just added to the urgency that was racing through my brain. It was taking all the concentration I could muster to stop my legs from buckling under the expert pressure that Fi was creating as she sucked my cock to a flaming crescendo.

"FUCKING HELL FI, I'M GONNA CUM!"

As I screamed out, she gave my balls a tight squeeze just as my cock exploded in her mouth and I let out a cry like nothing I had done before. It felt like I had released a gallon of cum with the electricity that shot up my spine as my cock spasmed uncontrollably. Fi continued her expert sucking, while taking everything that I could throw at her and finished off by licking the whole shaft clean.

"Well, I think that someone really needed that, don't you," she said as she got up from the floor. She turned and picked up her top from the floor where it lay as I pulled up my shorts and jeans. "I really wish we had more time to explore this," she said as she did her buttons up, "but my mom will be visiting sometime this morning, so we will have to cut it short."

She moved me towards the door, still in shock and as we arrived she planted a passionate kiss on my lips and said "to be continued," as she opened the door and I stepped out. "Text me later and just so you don't forget what you will be waiting for...." She raised her top to expose her luscious tits just as the door swung shut.

I made my way back to the house with a half shock / half smirk on my face as what had just taken place started to sink in and of course my mind started spinning through what else she may have in store for me...

Love Thy Neighbour



A memorable episode that happened some years ago, when, as a young man freshly out of university, I had moved into my very first apartment after living in a student dorm for years.

It had started as any other Saturday. Since I had moved into this building, a couple of months earlier. I had quickly developed my Saturday routine. After sleeping late, having a hearty breakfast and read the papers, I would head for the nice indoor swimming pool — one of the features that had led me to select that building in the first place.

That morning, around 11 a.m., I had spent about half an hour enjoying a nice and invigorating swim. I then had a quick shower and decided to try the sauna. I left my bathing suit in the men's dressing room, next to my bathrobe and entered the sauna stark naked. I noticed that a chap was already there. He too was naked; somehow, I felt relieved that he was not a prude who could have been offended by my nakedness.

Not being accustomed to intense heat, I sat on the lower bench, where he was sitting. I had been there for a minute or two when he broke the silence. "Nothing like this heat to cleanse one's body, right?" I agreed: "Yeah, sure makes one sweat away the old gin consumed during the week!" My remark was greeted with laughter. "My name's Jim", he said, as he extended his hand. We shook our sweaty hands, and continued chatting. Although he was about a decade older than my 25 years, we had several points in common, as our chat revealed. Jim turned out to be single too. He had been living in the building for a couple of years.

After about ten minutes, I announced that I was cooked just right, and headed for the shower. Jim also declared that he had enough, and followed me out of the sauna. We each headed to one of the two shower stalls, and let the cool water refresh us.

As we emerged, we quickly dried up and put on our robes, carrying our wet bathing suits in our hands, along with our towels. He then said "Now that you've sweated out all your old gin, would you like to hop to my pad and have a bit of fresh one?" It was a bit early to hit the bottle, I replied. "Who's talking about hitting the bottle? Just a bit of gin, plenty of tonic water and lemon juice. Almost like your morning orange juice. It'll replenish the fluids we sweated" The argument was too convincing for me: I agreed to the idea. We walked out of the men's locker room and headed for the elevator.

Since his apartment was on a lower floor than mine, we came to his floor first. "Don't bother going home to change: come as you are." I felt somehow strange to visit someone while wearing only a bathrobe: but then again, the atmosphere was so relaxed that it seemed quite acceptable.

Upon entering his apartment, a nice open space pad, we dropped our wet bathing suits and towels on the kitchen counter. Jim then picked a couple of glasses in a cupboard, grabbed a bottle of Tanqueray into another and reached into the refrigerator for the tonic water and lemon. As he was fixing the drinks, I looked around his very nicely decorated living room, with two beautiful leather couches.

He soon walked around the kitchen counter with a glass in each hand. "Let's have a seat", he said, while walking towards the couches. I followed him. Just as I came to one of the couches, I asked "But won't our wet bathrobes damage the leather?"

"You have a point," he said. "Hey, considering that we were in the buff when we met, there's no harm in remaining in the buff, right?" He then put the glasses down on the coffee table and removed his bathrobe. Naked as a jaybird, he sat down on one of the couches. "Of course," he added, "I could go get myself some clothes, but you'd feel awkward being bare-ass all by yourself."

I know I could have had earlier the feeling that Jim was up to something. But now, it was obvious. My mind operated at lightning speed. I am straight. But open-minded. And as a teen, I had experienced mutual masturbation with buddies on a few occasions. Should I walk away or simply explain to Jim that I'm not into gay sex?

My cock replied for me: I felt it twitch slightly. "I'd hate to damage your couch," I replied, while removing my bathrobe, as casually as I could. I sat down, feeling the cool leather on my bare skin. I reached for my glass — and saw a gay porn magazine on the coffee table. "To literature," I said, proposing a toast. Jim smiled as he took a sip of his drink. "I'm glad you're not offended by my being openly bi," he said.

For some reason, his declaration made me feel better. Perhaps because it explained why I had not considered him gay in the first place.

He put down his drink and reached for my leg. Delicately putting his hand on my thigh, he said "Now you know that gin was not really the purpose of my invitation." I again felt my cock twitching. He noticed.

"This is all new to me," I explained. "I'm not gay."

"But you're staying," he said. He openly stared at my cock, that was slowly growing. "Don't worry: I can respect your limits."

Jim gently pried my legs apart, thus getting a perfect view of my crotch. He reached over and gently cupped my balls. The feeling was as intense as I had ever experienced. He moved his fingers on my cock and softly stroked it into its full size and stiffness.

I felt it was time to reciprocate. I reached for his chest and slowly caressed it, moving downward. My fingers stroked through his pubic hair. Finally, I grabbed his uncircumcised cock and gave it a few tugs.

"Let's take our time," Jim said. "I have a few good bi DVSs, definitely worth the watch." He got up and went to fetch the remote control. This allowed me to have a good look at this handsome guy, who was as tall and well shaped as I am. And who was sporting a nice erection that bounced joyfully as he walked back to the couch. He sat next to me and started the movie. On the screen, a beautiful brunette and a young and slim young man were giving head alternately to a lucky jock.

"I did tell you that I'm bi," Jim emphasized as he resumed caressing my thigh, my cock, my balls. "One of the reasons that I'm opening up to you is that I have a few women friends who are tremendously turned on by the thought of seeing two guys making it together. I'd be delighted if you were to join me to fulfill their fantasies."

I could hardly believe my good luck when I heard Jim say this. I envisioned myself in burning scenes like the one we were seeing on the television screen. This confirmed my decision to abandon myself in the throes of the pleasure that Jim was giving me.

Sitting next to each other, stroking each other's cock, commenting the DVD... I was in heaven.

Jim then turned to me and said "Stop me if you're uncomfortable." He lowered his head towards my crotch. I knew what was going to happen. I arched myself a bit to give him better access to my very hard penis. He slowly retracted the foreskin and slipped his mouth over the head. Flicking his tongue, bobbing his head up and down, he quickly got me to the point of no return. "You're going to make me explode," I whispered. He removed his head and stroked me intensely. After just a few seconds, I climaxed. Five energetic bursts of sperm shot from my dick, which Jim was expertly stroking, pulling back the foreskin as I was erupting and easing his grip between the bursts.

Some moments later, I managed to regain my breath. "That was incredible," I managed to utter.

And then, I knew it was my turn to perform. I leaned forward and prepared to give my very first blowjob. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was delicious. Such smooth skin, with a delicate salty taste. I did my best to repeat the strokes and techniques that he had applied, or that previous girlfriends had successfully used on me.

"This is fantastic," he kept saying. I then felt him starting to grind his hips as his cock grew a bit in my mouth. I knew very well what was about to happen. Just in time, I removed my head from his crotch and jerked him off to a powerful climax. It was just so exciting to see his sperm flying from his cock. From the corner of my eye, I could see the ecstasy on his face. I could hear him moan in pleasure.

After he regained his composure, we both gulped the remainder of our drinks. On the television screen, two guys were taking each other's clothes off while a pair of babes were cheering them.

"This is opening up all sorts of possibilities for us," Jim said. "Please take this into account as you book your weekends from now on."

Jim lived in the apartment complex for a year after that initial episode, before he was transferred out of town. He did keep his word: in addition to some one-on-one encounters, we had numerous memorable threesomes with wide-eyed foxes, who were turned on by seeing Jim and me getting it on...



Love Thy Neighbour



*** Author's Note: If you enjoy this story, please feel free to read by first 3-part story "Family Foursome". Positive feedback welcome, constructive criticism and suggestions welcome, downright rudeness should take a hike. ***

Matt and Lucy were like any young married couple; still in their early 30's they were considered to be in their prime as a husband and wife. They had taken all the baby steps a couple needs to take to form a lasting partnership; they even settled on buying a little bulldog and looking after her together, and shortly after, moved in together.

They moved in to a nice little three bedroom apartment which, on the outside, looked like a dump, but on the inside, had the potential to become magnificent. It was in a block of four which had been converted from two semi-detached houses built in the 70's. The estate they had moved into wasn't the greatest, and certainly wasn't nice to look at, but the two of them couldn't care less.

Working alternate shifts at different dead end jobs, the couple didn't give a damn about the image they were putting out there into society -- an image of slackers moving in together just to cut costs, who did little else than stay in and watch television scratching themselves while sat on the sofa and who certainly didn't care for their garden which became overgrown within weeks.

None of this mattered to Matt and Lucy, however, as the two of them knew each other inside out and upside down and appeared to have the perfect working harmony in a relationship; in their own eyes, of course. The two shared a great passion for lovemaking and didn't even mind if their dog watched -- they even found it somewhat arousing.

To the nosy neighbour, the two would seem like the average young couple in the north of England these days; no regard for themselves or others, their property or their garden or even their jobs, as more than one neighbour had spotted Matt strolling out of the door, a lot later than he would usually set off for work, on more than one occasion. Then along came Shane.

Shane was a young lad in his early 20's who had already finished with his education and was eager to start the next stage of his life and form his own limited company. Shane was no geek, though, he liked the usual things in life; music, tv, computer games, sports, friends, parties, girls... But Shane was far from any ordinary kid in the north of England; in fact, he based his life around being different to everyone else -- when the world swung one way, he would swing the other just for fun. Shane truly was a character, and although not aesthetically pleasing to the girl daydreaming of her ideal hunk, he wasn't unattractive either.

Slim of build with shoulder length, brown, wavy hair, stunning blue eyes and a great smile through memories of a tough time growing up and growing into the person he would inevitably be, were all qualities often seen as positives to Shane's exterior; not to mention his behind, and the occasional noticeable bulge in his jeans.

Shane moved in to the apartment below Matt and Lucy and although at first a bit wary, Shane came to enjoy catching up with his neighbours as they passed each other on their ways in and out of their homes. Shane wasn't a dog lover and often teased at how much Matt and Lucy's dog hated him, but felt sorry after hearing the news of her inevitable death due to being a bulldog, not built for walking up and down stairs every time she needed a bathroom break.

Just when Shane thought he had a reprieve from the incessant barking he could hear above him on most days, The seemingly stable couple bought a replacement and the cycle of dog and neighbour being forced to get used to each other began once again.

Shane often thanked god that he bought the ground floor apartment in that particular block, as often times when he watched television during a day off, he would catch glimpses through his window of the neighbour he lusted after so much, as she let her dog out to do its' business. From time to time Lucy would wave at Shane, and others Shane would listen for footsteps on the stairs above him and find an excuse to make his way outside to converse with the "would-be" MILF.

Lucy stood at 5'11" or there abouts, as she was maybe a couple of inches taller than Shane who reached 5'9". She was a young man's wet dream with curves in all the right places, and only the slightest hint of sag in her 32C boobs; she even had one of those jiggly backsides which could be noticed if she was wearing bottoms such as juicy tracksuit pants. Chin length dyed black hair and cold blue eyes, along with a narrow nose and tempting lips set Lucy apart from the other women on the estate and Shane was infatuated.

On rare occasion when Shane worked on his computer in the back room, he could hear Lucy in her bed, no matter the time, day or night, but always when Matt was out of the apartment; Shane listened intently as Lucy brought herself to orgasm with one of her pleasure toys. Shane would lie there, closing his eyes, hand on his own sex weapon, imagining what Lucy was up to.

Upon one of Shane's semi-frequent late night returns to his humble abode, he stepped out of his car, only to hear Matt and Lucy's door close. Noticing that Matt's car wasn't around, he assumed Lucy had either just left the apartment or just gone inside. To his joy, Lucy had stepped outside to get rid of some trash, but unfortunately for her, it was embarrassing trash; She held in her hand, a 7 inch realistic vibrator sex toy. She had somehow managed to break the thing, and after an attempt at replacing the batteries, she reluctantly decided she should get rid of it and shop for a new one the following morning.

It didn't take long for Shane to register what was in Lucy's hand and after a little embarrassing small talk for Lucy, Shane headed towards his door. Upon closing her wheelie bin lid, Lucy turned to see the tops of Shane's ass cheeks peering out of his jeans as he stood back up from picking up his dropped keys. She took a second to admire what she saw, and after a moment of thought, invited him upstairs for a nightcap and a chat, as they had never really gotten to know each other.

Before long it was well after 2am and Matt wasn't due back for another hour. Shane and Lucy had enjoyed each others' company for a good couple of hours and no drink was even poured, but Lucy didn't need to be inebriated to understand the advances Shane was making on her as he edged closer to her on the sofa, looking deep into her eyes, and then brushing her hair over her ear.

She paused for a moment, wondering if she should resist, but she couldn't help but speculate as to what the rest of this young man's body was like if she was so drawn to a little butt-cleavage. She licked her lips and closed her eyes and this was all Shane needed as a nod to continue his advances. He closed his eyes and leaned in as their lips touched. Sparks. Both the younger man and the older woman opened their stunned eyes as they began to embrace, passionately; looking into each other's pupils, staring into each others' souls, knowing this was wrong but yet so right at the same time.

It had become apparent to Shane during their conversation that Matt was not satisfying Lucy sexually, and thus she had to resort to her small array of toys. Not anymore, Shane promised himself, as he placed his arm on her lower back and pulled her down flat on the sofa. Leaning atop the woman he had fantasized about for the last few months, Shane realised the pressure was on for him to deliver the goods. He kissed his way down Lucy's neck as she reacted in exactly the way Shane expected her to.

Her white hooded unzipped top slipped from her left shoulder, exposing only a bra, which, evidently was a size or two too small for Lucy as the tops of her breasts appeared to bulge over the tops of the C cup's. He kissed down her collar bone and shoulder as she wriggled out of her hooded top before caressing the back of Shane's head.

He moved inward now and across her chest, he kissed, sucking with more force across the chest than any other area, before easing off as he reached her right collarbone and shoulder. He paused, looking into the eyes of his soon-to-be lover, as she smiled her enchanting smile. She bit his bottom lip gently as she smirked and this spurred Shane on to continue his kissing quest.

Using his hands to feel the bra which was encasing Lucy's seemingly oversized breasts, he felt towards the tops of her cleavage and headed inwards, towards the clasp at the front of the bra as he kissed down from her chest to her breasts. The clasp now unhooked, Shane assisted Lucy in removing her breast shackles and laid her back down, so he could nuzzle at the newly exposed areolas and nipples of Lucy's gorgeous bosoms.

Minutes went by as Shane continued to suckle at the teats of his neighbour's breasts, nibbling and lightly biting around the sensitive areas, before moving down to her navel. His hands roamed her body as she stretched out, enjoying every second of this boy in his 20's devouring her. He reached her belly button and he licked and sucked at this dip in her torso complete with unique protrusion. Lucy was surprised at how much she enjoyed the sensation of her new lover doing such things to her.

Then, the danger zone had arrived. Shane moved ever slower down past her belly button and towards the nether regions. He looked up once, and as Lucy continued to stare back in enjoyment, she assisted him in his quest, by quickly removing her jeans and panties in one fell swoop. She then raised her legs up together as she reached up to disrobe her lower body; giving Shane a peek at the treasure she had hidden between her legs.

His pupils dilated and he couldn't wait any longer. Holding her legs in the air with one hand, he dove forward with his tongue out and proceeded to lick the woman's most sensitive area. From top to bottom his tongue lapped, reaching inside the outer lips, then back out again and down towards her anus, he moved back up swiftly before circling the hood containing the last remaining protruding barrier between Lucy's current state of happiness and her throws of orgasm.

As his tongue circled, a little friend came out to say hello and was greeted by numerous tongue lashings and light nibbling before Shane dove his tongue straight into Lucy's womanhood. Cries of ecstasy could be heard from the top end of the sofa, as Shane's tongue worked on the sensitive insides of her vagina. He searched and after a few moments, he pushed that little further and found what he was looking for; the G-Spot. With his tongue so deep inside his neighbour, Shane moved his right hand towards Lucy's now exposed clitoris, only to find her left hand was already there.

As they both assisted each other in keeping her legs up and out of the way, they decided, subconsciously to work on her clit together. They circled and rubbed ever so gently until Shane's tongue switched into overdrive. Knocking against her G-Spot, Shane's tongue moved rapidly, causing sensation to anything and everything it collided with inside Lucy's increasingly lubricated pussy.

Naturally, both hands moved faster and faster around Lucy's clit, until before long, her entire body went into spasm and Shane was left to flick her bean with reckless abandon as Lucy's orgasm took over her entire being.

With legs clamping together, vagina lips and muscles convulsing around an almost pneumatic tongue, arms and shoulders in complete disarray, and eyes rolling into the back of her head, Lucy took in the greatest orgasm of her life. Was it Shane's skill, or the fact that Matt hadn't attempted to please her in years? Perhaps it was a little of both? Whatever it was, it worked and as Lucy came down from the highest of highs, she immediately dropped her legs to the floor and launched her face at the now withdrawn mouth of her new lover, whose mouth was now covered in her raunchy secretions.

The two played tongue wrestling with each other for more than a few minutes before she broke the lip lock and whispered into his ear the two words he never thought he'd hear his elder neighbour say:

"Fuck Me!"

This was all the encouragement Shane needed as he quickly stood, kissing Lucy's forehead before whipping his sweater off, followed by his shirt. Meanwhile Lucy had begun unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. They unzipped him together and she immediately, without hesitation, pulled out his fully erect penis, which, to her surprise, was as large as the vibrator she had just thrown away. Pushing his designer boxers down below his testicles, she eagerly took his member into her mouth and attempted to fit the entirety in. A valiant effort but after gagging and choking before 6 inches could be reached, Shane withdrew, not wanting to cause her any harm.

Lucy then fondled her lover's ball sack and licked the head of his penis all over, before he took hold of both her legs and scooted her down on the sofa again so that everything from her waist down was peering off the end of the sofa. He leaned in and kissed her passionately once more before slowly entering her vagina. Once the entire length had been swallowed by Lucy's hungry pussy, in one swift motion, Shane withdrew. He then entered again, as quick as he pulled out, and continued this cycle for a minute or two, before forcing his length all the way in and beginning a fast paced in-out motion with his hips.

Minutes passed as the familiar squishing sounds could be heard around the room, the lovers stared into each others' eyes, wondering what the future may hold for the two of them. With Lucy's Love juice dripping from beyond the edge of the sofa to the floor, her dog found its self curious, and plodded over beneath the two of them and licked up Lucy's orgasmic drink from the carpet and awaited any future droplets. Seeing this had inspired Shane as he withdrew and quickly flipped his neighbour over onto her front and helped her to mount herself on her knees and elbows against the awkward framing of the couch. Shane re-entered his new favourite destination and began to make love to Lucy 'doggy style'.

Slowly sliding his right hand up the tender back of the 30-odd year old neighbour of his, Shane then reached around to the front of this woman's voluptuous body and began to fondle her right breast and give gentle tugs to her nipple. Enjoying the sensation, Lucy attempted to replicate the proceedings with her left breast and while closing her eyes to heighten her other senses, she became surprised as yet again Shane's hand came into contact with the always sensitive clitoris below her. Shane's left hand acted as though scouring a stubborn stain in the kitchen whilst rolling the little nub between his fingers; this action caused an intoxicating release of endorphins from Lucy's body as once more an orgasm took control of her.

As she spasmed out of control, Shane took his right hand from Lucy's breast and firmly pushed against her more than ample right ass cheek. This seemed to settle her a little as her pussy continued to clamp down on his penis, with less and less force each time. He continued to pound away at her as he then played with her jiggling hind meat, enjoying the sights and sensations.

It didn't take long after Lucy's second orgasm for Shane's enormous man eruption to take place and take centre stage inside her dripping vagina. Still spurting, he pulled out and began to shoot stream after stream of his hot man cum onto her seemingly edible backside and watched it trickle down her, into and over her asshole and towards her vagina where the earthquake feeling of ecstasy originated for Shane. Lucy then eagerly dropped to her knees and used her mouth to clean the excess sperm from the tip of Shane's still throbbing cock as she licked and sucked the organ dry.

Unbeknownst to the neighbours, the seconds and minutes had ticked by faster than they could've imagined and as Lucy stood up to show Shane her cum-covered ass, she noticed Matt's car headlights pull up onto the pavement. Shane opened his eyes only to catch a glimpse of Lucy's sexy buttocks before she spun around to check the clock and exclaim:

"Shit! He's back!"

Shane took a moment to get caught up to speed with the unfolding situation and the two frantically scrambled to find their clothes and put them back on. Moments later all seemed well, until Lucy noticed she had left her thong on the floor. Shane quickly grabbed it and put it in his back pocket just in time as Matt opened the door to their living room and saw his wife enjoying the company of their relatively new neighbour over a little drink. He was none the wiser, especially as Lucy had managed to switch their air freshener on just before Matt walked into the room.

Shane stated that he was just leaving and reminded Matt to take care of Lucy as he's a lucky man, to which a startled Matt responded:

"Well, I do try!"

A smirk crawled upon Shane's face as he descended the stairs and out of the front door towards his own front door. Later that night, Matt lay awake wondering why Lucy hadn't attempted to make love to him that night, as for the first time in months, he had actually planned to look after her needs rather than his own, realising he had been neglecting her, while both Lucy and Shane lay awake reminiscing about their encounter earlier and wondered what would be next for the two of them, whether they could or would continue their tryst, and what, if anything, they could or should do about Matt. These thoughts helped them both drift off into a deep sleep in their respective beds. 



Love Thy Neighbour



It was a rare occasion to see Jonathan without his camera. He had gotten his first Polaroid camera at the age of five within the first half hour he had cleared through the two packs of instant film his parents had brought him. It had been an agonising wait until 27th December when his father was finally able to take him out to the shops and load up on some more. "Go easy this time." His father had intoned. They had to return two days later for more film.

At sixteen, he had asked everyone for money, nothing else just cold, hard cash. He knew what he got for his birthday would not be enough so he doubled his newspaper route to scrap even more together. At nine thirty one on the morning of his birthday Jonathan had stepped into the camera store and purchased his first SLR camera, a Canon EOS 10. His father handed the reins of the garden shed over to him as well and both worked to quickly convert it into a makeshift darkroom. Jonathan's passion grew and grew.

The first time had been nothing more than luck. He had simply been in the right place at the right time. Jonathan had been in the bushes trying to capture the sunlight as it reflected through the leaves he had already reeled off one roll of film and had started to snap away on roll two when the door to his neighbour's back door had opened. Mrs Gardner stepped out resplendent in hair rollers and a house coat. Jonathan had slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh. Mrs Gardner, glam mom of the block would never dream of being caught without her hair perfectly bouffant and make up layered on thicker than wall plaster. Yet here she was caught off guard. He could not help himself he focused in quickly and snapped a couple of shots. She hung a few pieces of washing on the line, Jonathan snapped away. 

As she stretched up the house coat became looser around her waist. Finally in her frustration Mrs Gardner undid the belt to the house coat opening it just enough for Jonathan to see that she was naked underneath. His finger did not leave the camera button. Mrs Gardner adjusted the housecoat and tied it tighter around her waist before heading back in doors. Developing the film had been agonisingly slow but so worth it. He stood half bent over the table a 10x 8 picture of Mrs Gardner splayed out before him, her breasts were hidden but he could see enough of the swell to imagine the rest but her full bush was fully on show a dark pubic mass belying her blonde hair on her head. His first time over the picture was over in a couple of minutes, the second and third time he worked himself slower.

The neighbourhood opened up to him without it realising a voyeur was now amongst them. Jonathan had to work in daylight. His attempts at night prowling had ended with reels of blurry shots due to the poor light and lack of flash. Patience came hard but the rewards were sometimes truly astounding. Naked flesh was all around him if he looked in the right window or was patient outside the right garden. Mrs Gardner had been at first the main source of his shots, behind closed doors and with no one about she would walk about naked. Jonathan no longer had to wonder what her breasts looked like.

Mrs Timber was the resident loner. She came out of her house for shopping and church. Everyone liked her as she always had something good to say. The first time Jonathan had caught her in her living room he had failed to take any pictures. Mrs Timber had been on the sofa, legs splayed beneath a long dress one hand held a large vibrator and was working her vagina un-mercilessly. Jonathan had left his own mark beneath the window.

The more he looked the more he found. Some homes he gave up on others he knew were good and at what times. His college work had begun to fall behind. Project after project went unfinished as his obsession grew. 



The day he got the second hand zoom lens had started off well. He had decided to forgo his stash of neighbour pictures and for a taste of something different had turned to a copy of Fiesta magazine. With head clear and ball sack equally empty Jonathan set to work on attempting to catch up on his coursework.

Within a couple of hours he had grown listless with the work. From his bedroom window the sounds of summer drifted in on breezes, teasing him with warmth and smells. He stood up from his small work desk and looked through the window. A lazy weekday, nearly everyone was at work or school, heat haze shimmered on the pavements and roads and Jonathan cursed himself for being so far behind on his work. His families back garden was separated from the neighbours opposite by a small walkway and a low fence on either side. Their Scottish terrier lay flat in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Jonathan grabbed his trusty camera and slipped the zoom into place with a satisfying click. For second hand it was not too bad, it picked up the terrier just fine its face filling most of the frame. The dogs head picked up and turned, a voice carried to Jonathan on the breeze, in the view finder the dog barked and a split second later Jonathan heard it.

He raised the camera pulling back on the zoom. A woman's out of focus face filled the frame then the auto focus kicked in bringing reality back. Mrs Spinks was leaning forward talking to the dog a look of glee on her face, the dogs barking could clearly be heard through the window. Mrs Spinks stood up and again the camera blurred before righting itself, it took him a moment to realise what he was now seeing. Pulling the zoom back a bit more confirmed it. Mrs Spinks was topless. A mother of four, one of them Jonathans current girlfriend and the main reason he had steered his camera away from her, but now, oh god right now he could not take his eyes off her. Her breasts were larger than he could have imagined, they hung heavy and were globes of pale white topped with large dark areola and thick nipples. Hannah's were nothing compared to these. He swung the lens down slowly across her round stomach and cursed himself when the lens landed on biscuit coloured shorts.

He raised the lens again and quickly found focus onto those breasts. His cock was straining at his jeans as he snapped one then another picture. Why was she just stood there like that? He wondered and lowered the camera. The blood rushed from his head, he felt for certain that he was going to faint. Mrs Spinks was stood staring directly at him, he had leaned further out of his window than he had realised. He pulled himself back in and crouched low, somehow expecting that doing so would make him invisible and the past minute or so erased from the history books. After five minutes or so and due to the cramp that had started to spread through both legs Jonathan lifted himself up and peered over the window sill. The back door was closed, no dog and no Mrs Spinks. He quickly scanned the other windows but saw nothing.

When the doorbell rang a small girlish yelp escaped Jonathan's mouth. His mind raced with thoughts the worst and most recurring one was of an enraged Mrs Spinks calling her husband at work to go deal with the peeping tom across the way. The bell rang again, and now he was certain Mr Spinks stood there with a very rusty knife and a very nasty disposition. Mrs Spinks voice called through the letter box, "Jonathan love I know you're in there come to the door." He stood frozen, a cold sweat across his face.

Each step down the stairs was agonising at the bottom stair he could see through the front doors frosted glass the outline of Mrs Spinks he swallowed hard hearing his dry throat click. He had expected, had actually readied himself for a barrage of abuse, the smile and sad look in her eyes threw him completely. She was in the house and heading for the kitchen before he had time to open his mouth and attempt a hoarse 'hello'.

He walked into the kitchen. Mrs Spinks was sat at the dining table a denim shirt covering her top half with all but the top three buttons done up. Brunette hair slightly curly at the ends ran across her shoulders and down her back, she had not bothered to apply any make up. He went to say sorry but was stopped by the raised hand of Mrs Spinks, "Firstly that was rude of you," He nodded emphatically and again attempted to say sorry but once more the raised hand cut him off, "Secondly it's embarrassing for both of us, imagine what it would be like if your parents were told," He didn't want to cry he wanted to remain strong but his eyes were filling up and he could feel his bottom lip quivering. "What would happen if Hannah found out?" His head went light, stars burst before his eyes. He sat down at the table and held his head in his hands a puddle of tears forming on the wooden table top.

Jonathan felt Mrs Spinks stand up a moment later her arms wrapped round him in a gentle hug. He felt the weight of her breasts on the back of his head. "I would not dream of telling Hannah," She said in a low soothing voice. "She thinks a lot of you. We cannot shut her up half the time." Jonathan's tears started to subside, his breathing slowing as he started to gather himself up. "And do not go telling her that I know that the two of you are having sex." He sat bolt up right or as much as he could, his head knocking back into the breasts behind. Two minutes ago the blood had drained form his face now it ran back with a vengeance. Mrs Spinks laughed, "Come on Jonathan do you think I am that stupid, or Graham for that matter?" Graham was Mr Spinks, father of Hannah. "The both of you make enough noise." Jonathan's mouth dropped open, words were meant to be coming out instead there was an odd raspy noise. Mrs Spinks peered round and looked down at Jonathan a smile across her face. "Oh to be young once again!" She said with a sigh followed by a small chuckle as she released Jonathan from the hug.



She was moving upstairs before Jonathan could stop her, he followed quickly behind. In his bedroom Mrs Spinks held his camera in one hand the other fiddled with the zoom. He waited for her to find the film release switch, waited to watch the camera's back flip open and expose the negative. "Have you photographed Hannah?" She asked.

"Only portraits, nothing nude." He blurted out, his left foot sliding out and kicking at an adult magazine that was poking out from underneath his bed deftly pushing it back under.

Mrs Spinks looked up from the camera, "So just me then?" She asked. His cheeks burnt at the question. Mrs Spinks put the camera down on the desk and stood still taking in the room hands on hips. Jonathan remained still, his mind kept going to the shoe box in his wardrobe, the one with all the neighbours' pictures, would she sniff it out and if so how much trouble would he really get into. He tried to block the thoughts as an un-rational fear that Mrs Spinks was psychic had sprung to mind. Something seemed to set firm in Mrs Spinks head and she stepped over to the window, turning around she placed her hands behind her and leaned against the windowsill. "How's this for a pose?" She asked.

Jonathan looked at her questioningly Mrs Spinks only reply was one raised eyebrow and a look at the camera on the table top. Jonathan picked it up in shaky hands, replacing the lens with his standard 35mm lens. He snapped a quick shot and lowered the camera, a very forced smile across his still red and clammy face. Mrs Spinks turned sideways a small pout on her lips, he clicked away again wanting nothing more than for this to end and quickly. She turned face on again, he raised the camera, focusing in again and paused. Mrs Spinks was fiddling with the buttons on her top he started to lower the camera just as she finished with the last button, the top falling open. She broke into pose again. Jonathan starred his mind nothing but white noise. Mrs Spinks lifted her eyebrow once again. He lifted the camera and snapped away. He tried to remain on her face, but pulled back to take in the large breasts that were half on show. As he focused he watched the top lower through the viewfinder and the nipples that he had only recently started to fantasise about came into view. His finger reacted and a blurred snap followed. He next one was crisp and clear he made sure of it.

Mrs Spinks turned sideways and he took in the view of her side profile, how her thick nipples were already hard and defined against the summer light coming in through the window. She walked towards him and at the last minute lay down on his bed stretching out arms behind her head and pushed her breasts forward. Jonathan knelt close and snapped again he took in her pale skin how smooth it looked across her breasts only one little freckle could be seen on the left one.

Not long ago he had begun debating running away from home to save himself the embarrassment of his parents finding out about his perverted little hobby. Now all he could think about was Mrs Spinks more importantly how Mrs Spinks' skin must feel. "Are you okay Jonathan love, you look uncomfortable." Her hand was on his crotch so quick he let out a yelp of surprise, so lost in the moment of taking the photographs he had not even noticed the erection he was sporting. He backed away putting the camera down, repeating sorry over and over again.

Mrs Spinks sat up on the end of the bed she made no motion to cover up her bare chest simply left them hanging heavy and exposed to the breeze blowing in through the open window. "Jonathan my dear it's all okay. It is actually rather nice to see that I can still do that to a man." 

"Mrs Spinks I really think you should cover up, I promise I will not spy on you again." His words came out with barely a pause between each letter, each word stumbling into the next.

"Call me Kathy, Jonathan I think you have seen enough of me to be able to call me by my first name." She showed no signs of getting up and leaving. The silence stretched out for what felt like forever before she sighed and stood up. Jonathan began breathing again, finally she had given up with the punishment or joke or whatever it was she thought she was doing and was going to leave him in peace. He watched, almost out of body as she took his free hand and placed it over her right breast. His palm pushed against firm nipple and his fingertips indented the soft flesh of her breast, plenty was still left over.

"Mrs Spinks I mean Kathy I need to..." He stopped, what did he need to do, what exactly was the response to your girlfriend's mom having you feel up one of her breasts? His hand seemed to have a life of its own, it pushed harder on the breast, his palm pushing the nipple in and his fingertips stroked the flesh. Kathy stepped closer still, god did she smell good, suntan cream, perfume and the underlying odour of sweat. She kissed him gently on the cheek, her hand resting on his and removing the camera from his grip. She took hold of his now free hand and placed it on her round waist. Still he did not kiss back, her mouth moved across his neck then back to his cheek before finally finding his own lips. The kiss was hard he felt her tongue prying against his lips. "Stop!" he managed to finally get out, Kathy stepped back looking shocked. Jonathan knew it was wrong even though it felt so bloody good if not a little terrifying all at the same time. Kathy stood before him not moving looking at him apprehensively and a little unsure.

He stepped forward taking her by the waist and pushing her backwards, her legs caught on the side of the bed and she fell backwards her long hair flying up in a mass of brown curls as the mattress broke her fall. Jonathan's lips covered her face in kisses. Quick fleeting pecks across every inch of her face. Kathy reached up and took his face in both hands slowing the movement and guiding him to her own waiting mouth. They kissed deep, tongues explored new surroundings as their hands ran across naked flesh and cloth.

Jonathan pulled himself up and lowered his head further finding a nipple waiting, his mouth clamped around it and his tongue played around the hot, erect flesh. One hand found purchase under the breast itself a hot, sticky space and began to massage gently. His other hand ran across Kathy's left breast kneading the soft flesh, Jonathan could not believe how they felt and how much there was of it breast. He had only dreamed of breasts like this, even the ones in his favourite magazines could not compare to the reality he now found himself in. He felt a tug at his jeans, two hands pulling at buttons and zipper, he caught his breath and released the nipple from his mouth, eyes closed as he felt a warm hand close around his erect cock and pull it free from his pants.

Kathy could not help but smile. Graham had fallen out of sex awhile back, more than likely fucking someone at work she guessed as he did not have time for her. Feeling this young cock in her hand unleashed such yearning that it had taken her by surprise she bucked her hips feeling her own sex moisten and tingle with excitement. A couple of time she had to tell him to slow down. He was going at her tits as if he was a starving man, her nipples were so sensitive and she had more than once made herself orgasm by simply playing with them. But now she had a young, hot blooded man mauling them she would have stopped him had she not felt what her tits had done to his cock. She gripped it gently feeling a layer of foreskin and started to stroke him, pulling the foreskin back to reveal his head.

Jonathan knelt between Kathy's legs his eyes roamed hungrily over her large breasts and ample stomach, across her outstretched arm and finally to the sight of his own cock, rigid with head purple and gleaming in her grip. She worked him slowly, her hand felt so good so much better than Hannah's, in fact better than his own. She stopped as he started to unbutton her shorts, he paused noticing a dark stain in the crotch of the shorts, not big but clearly visible. As he slid off the shorts he discovered the source of the stain. She wore no panties beneath the shorts his cock twitched at the sight of Kathy's full dark brown bush and a groan escaped his lips when he saw her vagina already moist, lips parted and ready.

Kathy took hold of his cock again and pulled him towards her. Her legs parted wide letting him in as close as possible. Jonathan placed his arms under her heavy thighs lifting her legs as she rubbed his cock head between her wet lips, her eyes fixed on his face watching him, watching his reactions. Gasps, panting and groaning all with eyes wide open taking in the sight of his cock against her much older pussy. It felt glorious to her, how much better would it feel with him inside her? She did not want to wait, she fed the tip further in, feeling he lips slide around it in a welcome embrace, then he pushed forward. He was not much larger than Graham but he felt fantastic, hot, hard flesh deep inside her, she placed a hand on his chest slowing him down, making him take long slow thrusts. 

Jonathan had felt nothing like it, sure she was not as tight as Hannah but she felt more alive. He entered her, feeling warmth about him then muscle would tighten hold his cock working him as much as he worked her. He lost himself in the excitement, as he went harder and faster Kathy's breasts bounced and jiggled about in a dance of sex that only spurred him on faster. When she placed her hand on his chest and made him slow down he at first was disappointed. Then he realised he could now play with them some more. He let go of Kathy's legs and reached up he squeezed both nipples at the same time amazed at how big and firm they felt. He leaned forward taking them in turn into his mouth then sitting back up and massaging them once again kneading them together into a huge heap of flesh.

Kathy reached up taking his hands, "slowly, like this." She took his thumbs, and sucked them before moving them to her nipples and rotated them around the base then over each nipple. She was glad to find him a quick learner, how he had gotten Hannah moaning the way she did was beyond her, all hands, mouth and cock with no real aim the young were clearly too easy to please. Kathy Spinks was older and knew what she liked, and she was damn well certain that Jonathan was going to deliver.




Love Thy Neighbour



Kathy started to sit up, she outweighed Jonathan and he quickly gave in lying back on the bed cock slapping wet and sticky against his belly. He went to say something but the words failed as Kathy mounted him heavy thighs planting on either side of his head, oh how she smelt and the look of her. Matted pubic hair and parted gleaming lips around a dark red centre. His nose was rubbed between the lips as she lowered herself then his tongue was out, he could barely hear her speak her thighs clamped around his head but he picked up the words he needed to. His tongue slowed and finished working the hole his cock had recently been exploring. Her clitoris was easily found, a solid big mass his firs flick of the tongue had made Kathy push down harder on his face, he took this as the good sign it was meant to be.

Oh god he was a quick learner. She held the foot end of the bed in a firm grip as Jonathan worked her clitoris slowly. His tongue had eagerly gone straight between her lips and into her, but that was not where she wanted him and he obediently followed her instructions. Now he worked slowly, flicking for a few seconds then slow licks even some circular motions that she had not even asked him to do he was indeed a quick learner. Kathy pushed down onto his face she couldn't help herself wanting him to work harder, she reached up and tweaked her right nipple between her finger and thumb, rubbing and pulling at it adding more sensations to the orgasm she could feel building up. It had been too long since her last orgasm. Her vibrator was good at making her cum but it was not flesh and that was what she had been craving for so long.

When she had looked up from the door and seen Jonathan almost falling out the window she had been mad, fucking livid. Throwing on her top she had glanced at her drying vibrator on the bedside and something had come over her. She had heard her own daughter in the throws of passion with the pervert and had even once toyed with herself while listening, she had felt guilty afterwards but during it she could not help but wonder what he was doing to her. At the house she had paused, he was nothing more than a frightened nineteen year old, she went to the room to destroy the film but seeing him again realising that he clearly thought her worthy of perving over, the decision was made, why should Hannah get all the fun?

And now Hannah and Graham were the furthest things from Kathy's mind. She lifted herself from his face, Jonathan sucked in gulps of air and his eyes alight with passion nose, mouth and chin a mass of sticky fluids. She grabbed his cock again and held straight as she lowered herself down onto him. They had started off slow now Kathy grind and bucked on him. Her tits bounced and rolled with each rock of her hips. Jonathan held her waist and stared in awe at Kathy's breasts. "Oh fuck, I'm close," she gasped out. Jonathan gripped her hips harder as she pushed down and grinded even more against him. He lifted his own hips trying to meet Kathy's own, "God yes that's it...keep going....oh fuck!" The last word shouted out high pitched, her body became rigid as her orgasm exploded from her Clitoris spreading like electrical currents across her whole body.

Jonathan had been so close, he had wanted to tell her to slow down to stop even then she began to shout and moan and he watched with wonder as Kathy orgasmed above him. His cock buried deep felt the flood gush over it, he felt her crushing weight on him as she ground down and become rigid each shudder reverberating through him. Slowly she relaxed her weight lessening her hips picked up the motion again and he moved his own hips in time. Kathy's chest was flushed red as was her face he couldn't help but see her as the most beautiful woman ever. As if she had read his mind she looked down and smiled at him before leaning in with a long lingering kiss.

He finished where they had started. He knelt between her legs though this time they were on his shoulders and she allowed him to do what he wanted. He held her legs in place warm on his neck and cheeks as he fucked her fast. His balls bounced back and forth as he buried himself as deep as possible with each frantic thrust forward, he did not want it to end but at the same time knew that at the end would be the sweet release. He gasped that he was cumming as his balls contracted, Kathy panted back "In me," over and over. He gave one final push forward, getting as deep as he could, trying to disappear completely inside her if he could. The release was something else. His cock sputtered and jerked its own merry dance as he unloaded deep inside Kathy, her muscles teased at his length milking him along until he pulled free of her a wilting, shrivelling and dripping cock between his legs.

The promise was sealed with a kiss, no one needed to know, it was there secret there special moment that could never be relived for fear of tripping up and being found out. Yet as Jonathan looked back he was surprised that they had relived the moment numerous times since, many people disliked their mothers, but Jonathan could find nothing wrong with his.



Love Thy Neighbour



The condo complex has a curve that gives Andy, 402, a pretty sweet view of Vera, 316 when she takes her top off in her living room, which she tends to do after a long day at work. She would walk from the room reaching back for the clasp of her bra, and Andy imagines that she flops onto her bed and reaches beneath her bra and into her panties to pleasure herself. He imagines that she imagines he would suddenly burst in on her, surprising her, exciting her. She would roll over on the bed and cover her large breasts coyly, but only to entice him further, to make him want her as much as she wants him.

Andy's cock bulges uncomfortably in his pants and he turns from the window to sit at the computer desk and recline in his chair. In his top visited sites, there is one with three X's. he clicks on it.

He runs his mouse over the screen caps for glimpses of what he can expect to see and chooses a four minute clip of a blowjob because the girl has long, dark red hair like Vera. He watches her glance up at him as she unzips the fly before her and starts rubbing the cock beneath. Andy lets his own cock loose as she turns away, just showing that dark red hair, but then they cut to her diving onto the enormous dick and she didn't look anything like Vera would look sucking cock. He had noted, in the hallways, the elevator, condo association meetings, that Vera's lips were much fuller than those of this woman, and her nose is straighter. He clicks on a tag, redhead, and smiles at the possibilities. He selects a beautiful woman with a perfect nose and enormous tits rubbing a cock between them. He skips ahead until he finds the spot, blowing one cock while she jerks another and has the third ramming between those tits. 

Andy frowns; they're too big, and they don't jiggle right. He opens a new tab so he can hear her moan over top of his next video, a blond tied over a wooden frame, and her ass is a perfect match for Vera's, tightening as it's slapped and then relaxing, her legs sagging, as the hand moves to caress. It slaps again and the girl cries out, but her voice is all wrong, high and breathy. He shuts the tab for a quick view of the redhead, now taking a cock in her mouth while she rides another, then searches for something new.

He selects a video and slouches a little further as he strokes himself, watching a school girl (+18) undress and bend over a cock as she waves her short-skirted ass toward the camera. The video ends with her coming off the cock she had sucked intently and it goes off on her cheek instead. Andy grips his cock and chooses the creampie section. Every video promises a filthy slut willing to be plastered with cum and he chooses another red head, this one with the right kind of pert nose and full lips, her eyes a little too big, but she's still beautiful. She undresses enticingly with the help of a man who rubs and squeezes her perfect tits as her shirt is stripped away. He goes down on her first and then she on him, and Andy rubs himself through his shorts. 

The desktop shortcut takes him to the file marked, 'wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean'. It reveals the gallery of photos he'd thought worth saving. He double clicks and browses, coming to rest on a gorgeous redhead with legs spread wide and a trail of cum sprayed asshole to navel. He hurries his stroke as he passes through a dozen more, then fits the window in next to the video of the redhead with her pussy stuffed, screaming as the cock thrusts into her. The man groans and the cock withdraws to spray cum all over her pussy. The cock slaps the glistening flesh a few times, thrusts and withdraws once more, then slaps the slick flesh again. He bends low to lick his cum from her leg and into her cunt, taking more cum off her until she cries out and turns to kiss him.

Andy closes his eyes and pictures Vera for his climax, but suddenly his door opens. He takes the keyboard to cover himself as Vera strides in and across his living room. She wrenches his curtains shut and turns her head to glance at him.

"Hi, did you know that your entire desk is perfectly visible from 514?"

"P...p...penelope's?"

"Don't worry, I don't think she noticed, but you might want to keep these shut." Vera smiles at him as she turns, her nipples pointing to the ceiling through her deep red shirt. Her tongue moves nervously across her bottom lip. "I keep waiting for you to mention that you can see into my apartment from here."

"Uh..."

"Maybe you're too shy. You seem shy, but... what are you watching, there?"

"It's nothing!" Andy proclaims, quickly hitting the desktop shortcut through sheer muscle memory. "Just catching up on some... work."

"Oh, is that what you were doing?" Vera smiles again and takes a step toward him, "I could have sworn you were jerking off." She reaches for the keyboard and when he keeps his grip she reaches behind it. Squeezing his hard cock, she steps closer and kisses him. She opens her mouth to accept his tongue and massage it with hers, his dick hardening further, rebounding from her surprise entrance and beyond. She takes his tongue into her mouth and sucks gently on it and guides his hand toward her breast. 

Andy lifts her legs around him as he kisses her, his cock placed against the thin fabric of her panties as her skirt rides up. She grinds against him, gripping him tighter, and arches her back as she leans against the wall. 

"Take me, Andy," she moans. "Fuck me like that slut in your video."

Andy's lips move down her neck as he pushes her panties aside. Her pussy is as dripping wet as the girls' in his video, seeming to beg his fingers to enter and Vera moans as he rubs her clit. She climbs to the desk, waving her ass, and he takes his cock in hand to guide it into her dripping gash. 

Vera moans, and pushes her ass against him. Her thrusts combine with the clenching of her pussy, tightening every muscle around his cock as though trying to milk it. 

"Oh, Vera," Andy says. "I've imagined this so many times."

"So have I," Vera admits, leaning back against him and bringing his hand back to her perfect tit. "I've touched myself hoping you would see me, and know I was thinking of you."

"Mmm," Andy says. He stutters out the word fuck as he climaxes, his body rocking as his cum fills her and she clenches her pussy on him, squeezing it for every last drop.

He takes a moment to recover his breath and leans into her to take her tight against him. His fingers slip down and against her clit, swollen and slick with her fragrant juices. Vera glances at him, "are you going to suck that out of there for me?"

"Uh," says Andy. The thought excited him more than he wanted to admit. 

"Let me rephrase," Vera says. "You're going to suck every last drop of that cum out of me, and you're going to like it." She rolls to her back before the monitor that still showed a busty woman taking three cocks at once. Andy bends to her, only glancing at the screen, as he put his tongue to her pussy to taste his cum there. she pushes him down further and he sucks the thick fluid out, and then pulls him back to her by his hair, seeking to taste him. He kisses her as his fingers caress her dripping snatch, mixing his cum with hers, rubbing her throbbing and swollen clit between two fingers as they exchange the bodily fluids through their mouths. 

He feels her legs tense and he leans over her again. "You're going to come so hard," Andy whispers and her pussy gushes at the suggestion. "You liked getting filled with my cum, didn't you."

"Mm, Andy," she moans. "Andy, don't talk, just keep finger fucking me, harder Andy, faster!"

Andy kisses her again as his fingers move with increased vigour through her sopping pussy. She loses the focus to reciprocate, gripping him tight as she screams in pleasure at the peak of her climax, squeezing his fingers between her legs and slowly relaxing them as she lays still. His wet fingers slide free and he sits up to look at her, half convinced that was only his imagination, the most intense jerk-off session he had ever experienced while hoping she would catch him there. 

She smiles at him, then leans up to kiss him. "I hope that really just happened," she murmurs to his lips. "And I hope we can do this again soon."





Love Thy Neighbour



My wife is a total fitness nut. She's only tiny, a shade under 5 foot but she runs daily, watches what she eats and does three gym sessions a week. And she has the most perfect little arse. Her whole body is sexy, slim and toned, but when she slips on her tight jeans, when she wriggles into a short skirt, every firm sexy muscle is visible. From her curved calves, passed her powerful solid thighs to those perfect rounded glutes, wow! Let's just say doggy is my favourite. Not that she'll let me in there. I can touch, stroke, grope, squeeze, even bite on occasions, as long as I keep away from the hole and under no circumstances is anything to be inserted there. I don't really mind, I love to fuck her pussy from behind and squeeze those globes.

Sometime she complains I don't want to see her face enough. That's not true. I love her beautiful face. Her shining grey eyes and naturally long thick lashes, her generous mouth almost always with an amused curl dancing across it, framed by short light brown hair in a cute pixie cut. She's gorgeous. 

But I see that all the time. When I get a chance to get up close and personal with that arse I grasp it with both hands. Literally. 

I'm not as enthusiastic about the whole fitness thing as Sam, but in the 8 years we've been together she's never let me become complacent. My main exercise is Sunday league football for my local boozer, but the social aspect more than makes up for any calories burnt off on the pitch. Sam keeps me on my toes, dragging me along to and entering me into 5 and 10 km "fun runs". They should be strung up for crimes against the English language. This is not the sort of fun of which Chaucer or Shakespeare wrote. 

Latest thing is something called rough runners. Through ditches, over muddy fields, across streams of freezing cold water. At least they have the decency to leave the word fun out of it. Hate it hate it hate it.

Still, I'm 5'10" reasonable broad of shoulder and trim of waste. Yes the word buff has been used, and no, not just by me. Not 30 for another year, I'm not too shabby I guess. 

I have to work shifts, some overnight. There are pros and cons to this. The biggest most immediate pro is the pay enhancement. The biggest most immediate con is you're trying to sleep when everyone else is going about their day. This includes celestial bodies beaming through your curtains and bin men noisily taking away your recycled bottles and cans. So the most important thing for me, is to get to sleep as soon as possible when you've just done a night. The first one is the worst, but if you get your head down just for a few hours the rest of the week will be fine.

I always get home to an empty flat on these mornings, Sam sets off early for her morning jog to work. I've managed to establish a routine that works for me. Firstly, a bacon butty. Cannot sleep if I'm hungry. Then I spend a little time cruising the Internet for porn while I enjoy a nice spliff. By the time my joint is gone I'm mellow and sleepy and in the mood for bed. Perfect. Not even the midmorning traffic would keep me awake.

Fed, stoned and pleasantly horny, sleep sweeps over me minutes after my head hitting the pillow. 

I never sleep more than four or five hours in these circumstances, I guess that's how long it takes till I'm rested enough so as to be disturbable. Is that a word? I'm sure you get the idea. I start to come to about two-ish. No reason at all to get up so float in and out of wakefulness. Noises of the everyday ebb and flow into my consciousness. A door slams, it's sudden and unexpected. I briefly open my eyes, a grey overcast day and the room is quite murky which my pupils appreciate; there is no harsh brightness to blind me.

The significance of a slamming door sinks into my consciousness. Was that in our flat? Is Sam home? A clumsy intruder thinking the flat is unoccupied? Groggy I get out of bed, pull on my dressing gown and slowly open the bedroom door. The last of the skunk is possibly still making its presence felt, and having just been roused I'm not at my best. Our flat is quite small. There's a tiny kitchen leading into a living area of sofa and armchair facing the TV/games console and music system. Behind that a small dining table and chairs. Otherwise there's a bathroom and double bedroom. Compact and bijoux you might say, if you'd never heard the word pokey. Takes me seconds to discover I'm still alone and I let out a sigh, more relieved than I realised. Going to the front door I peer through the spy hole and notice the woman across the way. She's a big girl. Really big fat woman, in her 50's I'd say. She lives with what we always assumed was her son. He looks about 19, comes and goes. 

Haven't paid too much attention to him. I've seen her about during the day so assume she doesn't work. You can tell we're not exactly neighbourly. She is standing in the hallway looking like she's just got out of the bath. Whenever I've seen her before she's been heavily made up and, well, quite common looking I suppose. Now she has a towelling dressing gown and a bath towel beneath it wrapped around her serious bulk. Her hair is long and dark, but right now it's wrapped in one of those towel turbans that only women can do. She's standing in the hall looking agitated cursing to herself. I don't know if she sensed movement through the spy hole or I made a sound but her attention switches and focuses in my direction. Involuntarily I take a step back into the flat as she strides over and taps on my door. I consider prepending I'm not here. I don't know this woman in the slightest, but I've never liked the look of her. I know this sounds odd but there is something about her knock. It's hesitant, reluctant to disturb. I've always imaged her to be abrasive and strident, but here she is in what looks like a bit of a fix and she's shy to ask for help.

I open the door and peer out. Her face blossoms with relief. Her frown is replaced by a coy smile. She looks me up and down and seems surprised I'm in a similar state of attire as she is. Her skin is pink and freshly cleansed. Without any make up she looks quite different. Her brown eyes are gentle and smile is sweet. When she speaks, the first time I've heard her I suddenly realise, she is softly spoken with a hint of what? Welsh? There is a faint regional accent, a sing-song quality to her voice.

"Oh thank heavens someone is home. I've been such a fool, I got myself locked out and, well you can see, I'm ill prepared to be out and about. Would you mind letting me wait in yours till Paul gets home?"

"Sure! Sure come in. Would you like a cup of tea of anything?"

I stand back and she walks by me and through to the living room. She smells clean and perfumed and nice and the confined space means we are very close. I watch her hips sway and her huge backside as she moves into the room, and follow her in. She sits on the sofa and reclines a little. I pop through to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Our conversation through the open gap is stilted and awkward and generally revolves around quantities of milk and sugar.

I bring through two steaming mugs, place hers on the small table by her and take my seat opposite her. Inside I'm congratulating myself on a job well done. In my current state making two cups of tea and delivering the right one to my guest is a gargantuan task. Maybe I should have brought biscuits. 

She is clearly struggling to maintain control of the towel under her dressing gown. It is slipping and gaping slightly as she sits down, no doubt tugged down by those generous buttocks. She wriggles somewhat trying to pull sufficient to cover the ample bosom now on display and in doing so has to lift her bottom. This in turn causes her large thighs to be exposed as the gown comes undone. I try not to stare I really do. I avert my eyes and want to protect my guest's modesty but my eyes are drawn back, time and again to those large expanses of pink flesh. Exasperated she stands, excuses herself and turns her back. Opening the gown she removes the offending towel, draws her gown close and ties the cord. Turning back to face me she smiles and retakes her seat.

"That's much better, I stand a chance of controlling one garment, but I'm powerless against two!"

Turns out her name is Georgie and she's a widow. Paul is her 18 year old son and is a bit of a tear away, but a good kid. He works for a supermarket chain, as does Georgie and like me Georgie has to cover 24 hour work patterns, which is why she's home in the day. Just like me. She's rather nice and her face is quite lovely. Her humour is as gentle as her dark brown eyes. I actually feel quite bad about judging her. As I listen to her talk I realise there is still a good proportion of leg and bust visible. My attention is drawn back to her massive cleavage time and again. When I'm not straining to see more of her tits I'm ogling her huge flabby thighs. Had I not smoked a rather potent joint earlier or if I had had a proper night's sleep I would have had more self-control or at least been a bit cannier about it. I should be repulsed, obese people have always been objects of scorn as far as I was concerned, but I'm not. I'm fascinated. This is so different from my toned, hard bodied wife. I'm trying to be subtle and I'm fairly sure I'm getting away with it until Georgie throws me completely. Without missing a beat in the flow of her conversation she casually tosses a bomb in my lap.

"Does she know, your wife?"

Mention of Sam makes me jump internally and my focus is back on her seductively smiling face.

"Sam? Know what?"

"Does she know you fantasise about being with a larger woman?"

I don't know how to respond. Somehow, 'oh no I don't find you in the slightest bit attractive' when I've spent the last 20 minutes trying to see as much of her as I could might not carry much conviction. I end up saying simply, "I...I...I...I" and shaking my head. Her smile goes from seductive to downright wicked as she looks me square in the groin.

"You can deny it if you like, but something tells me you're not being entirely honest."

To my horror I realise I'm tenting my dressing gown so much it is parted slightly showing my erection. I gasp and cover it with both hands. My expression must be quite comical because she laughs out loud. Not a mocking laugh, actually a rather pretty tinkling laugh. A delighted laugh. She shakes her head and allows the towel drying her hair to fall out. Her dark tussled waves fall about her face attractively.

"Oh you big Meany! There you've been, drinking in the sight of my bare skin, and now when it's my turn..?!"

She wags a finger and winks.

"Georgie, I am SO sorry. Please don't be offended. Please don't tell Sam!"

"Offended? Honey, it's the biggest compliment I've been paid for ages! And I won't tell skinny Sammy if you don't. It can be our little secret"

She emphasises biggest and winked again. Slipping down onto her knees she lets her gown gape open and approaches me on all fours. Her pendulous breasts hang down and her belly can be seen behind them. In the tiny flat she is right before me in only a couple of seconds. My heart is racing as she places her warm hands on mine. I notice the nails are perfectly manicured as she pulls my hands to the side and spreads by dressing gown open. Her face is inches from my swollen cock as she looks up with wide innocent eyes. Her mouth is open and I'm frozen still. My mind should be racing, but it's perfectly still and blank. Any attempt at thought is utterly futile. Quietly, almost in a whisper she breaths across my cock head.

"Don't. Forget. To breath!" And the tinkling laughter again.

I gasp in response, firstly because I didn't know I was holding my breath, and secondly in response to her hot breath on me. She places the tips of her fingers along either side or my cock and allows them to flutter up and down along my length. It is sexy and teasing and wonderful. I watch mesmerised languishing in her touch. She tilts my cock slightly towards her and leans her head in. My cock is just inside the "O" of her open mouth, not touching, her eyes fixed on mine. She smiles and starts to pull away but her full bottom lip catches on the underside on the head. She holds that pose for a second before breaking contact. I want scream at her to please suck me but I'm still frozen to the spot. 

"You don't mind do you?" 

Again the hot breath across my exposed glands. The best I can do is frown.

"You don't."

She gently kissed the underside.

"Mind if"

Another kiss higher, and a lick.

"I suck your cock?"

And she plants a large wet kiss on the end, keeping eye contact the whole time. I shake my head and she takes the whole head into her warm wet mouth and sucks. It's me that breaks eye contact as my head lolls back and I close my eyes. I let out a throaty groan. I feel her swirling tongue running over the head and poking into the hole as she sucks me rhythmically. She taking more of me in. slowly slowly, inch by inch, rhythmic sucking, gently rocking until her lips are at the base and she has all of me all the way to her throat. It feels fantastic. She slowly pulls her head back so every part of my cock feels the pleasure of her lips and there is an audible pop as I leave her sucking mouth. The sound and the sensation send small shock waves along my nerves. My entire length is slick with her saliva and she circles my length with thumb and forefinger softly moving up and down while her other hand gently teases and tickles my scrotum with the tips of her nails. 

"Does your wife suck your cock?"

She kisses the head again while her fingers continue their magic. And again. And again kisses all over my raging hard on. 

"Does she? Does she suck like this?"

The head is swallowed once, the tongue in the hole lapping, tasting. 

I shake my head. Sam has never sucked me like this, never this well. 

"No? Not like this? You mean not this good? "

She sucks the head hard, sending thrills through my being and I gasp out loud. Her tongue runs down my shaft till she can suck one of my balls into her mouth. 

Our eyes fix on each other and I nod once.

"Not this well," I admit. 

A twinge of guilt as I consider that I'm betraying my wife to a virtual stranger. Not just in deed but in word. The latter seems worse. Betrayal in body and betrayal in spirit. The deed can be written off as meaningless. The word is considered. The word has meaning. She raises an eyebrow. Amused and pleased with herself, with my response, she gives a small giggle and my scrotum falls from her mouth. Smiling she blows me a kiss as her eyes widen as if a wonderful Idea has just occurred to her. Going back onto her haunches she pulls my hand so I'm standing. Her hands cup my buttocks and pull me forward and my cock again disappears slowly into her. Along my shaft her lips hold tight and she sucks so her cheeks collapse. Her nails grip and dig in slightly forcing my to give a surprised yelp. Her lips are against my groin and she waggles her head as my cockhead is passed down her throat. She swallows and it feels like she's milking me. I groan loudly and place my hands on her head to steady myself. Her head is withdrawn until her teeth graze over my sensitive glands. Using the coating of saliva she runs one hand up and down my length. Her other hand grasps one huge breast and she sucks on her own nipple. Hmmming and closing her eyes as if in ecstasy. Her eyes flash open with a wicked gleam and fix on mine. Seeing her suckle herself and feeling her wanking my hard cock is incredibly erotic. Her face breaks into a huge sexy smile as she pushed me back into my seated position. 

"I know something else I'm better at."

I watch transfixed as her breasts engulf me. She squeezes my cock between those soft welcoming warm breasts. I love how they feel around me. Sam's A cups could never come close to this. Even in my heart and mind I was betraying my wife. Up and down my length the wonderful soft sheath ran. Sensations I'd never felt shot into my groin. She allowed the head to poke out the top and flicked her tongue over the tip. I'm thrusting involuntarily. I'm fucking her tits and still she is licking the head. Sucking the tip. It is driving me wild. Georgie sees I'm getting close and eases off a little. She strokes the sides. Both hands intertwine and run the length of my cock. She is licking and sucking again. All over. Every inch luxuriated in her attention. Over and over she takes me to the brink, only to throttle back at the last. 

"Your pre-cum tastes so good. I know I'm going to love drinking your cum. But you know what goes so well with pre-cum?" 

Her words stir my lust. I love listening to her dirty talk. While she is speaking one hand is between her own legs. Her speech become ragged and I twitch knowing where her fingers are. She pulls out her hand which glistens with her own juices. 

"Pussy juice!" and she smears my cock in her secretions. 

"God I forgot how wet I get sucking cock."

Lowering her head she slurps her own juices off me. 

"Mmmmm, that is finger lickin' good!"

She winks and offers her fingers to my mouth. I suck on them hungrily. It tastes so hot. So sexy. I'm close to sexual delirium. This woman is driving me insane with lust. She is sucking me all the way down her throat again. I know I can't take much more. So does she and I slide out of her hot mouth till only the tip is still inside. Her mouth gently opens and relinquishes my cock without actually removing it. Her breath sends shudders through me and her wicked smile keeps my heart racing. Her teeth tease and tantalise. Her breasts are sticky with her own juices. She has smeared herself liberally and wraps around my hard on once more. Slick and tight she fucks me with her big tits. Faster harder she goes bringing me back to my peak. My hands go out to those amazing breasts and my fingers sink in to their softness. So luxuriant to touch, so sexy and warm and yielding. And so very feminine. 

"Oh yes baby, play with my tits. I love feel of your hands on them while they fuck your lovely hard cock. It's hard for me isn't it. Doesn't it love being fucked by my big fat sexy tits? Cum for me baby. Cum between my tits, cum on my tits. Cum like your wife could never make you. Cum for a real woman. Cum for me."

I feel my nuts tighten. It's almost painful as they beg for release. Her tits are slippy with sweat and she is using them to ride my cock. I let out a low growl and she knows I'm imminent. Her tits are dropped, she sucks me hard into her mouth and her hands is wanking me furiously. My growl becomes a yell, becomes a roar. I start to shoot and she aims me at her chest which I coat with my jizz. Four large ropes of cum cover her magnificent tits and she sucks the last out in her mouth. Greedy for my cum she drains my balls and sucks me dry. I collapse back, panting heavily. Looking down at her she makes a show of rubbing my cum into her tits. She tweaks and pulls her hard nipples and massages my cream into them. She licks her fingers and half closes her eyes as if it's the most delicious thing. She looks so incredibly sexy.

"I guess that's not such a little secret we share." 

She taunts me and I wonder where this is going. 

"Don't worry Hun, I'm not a kiss and tell kind of girl."

She stands and drags me up with her. Grabbing my dressing gown she forces my head towards hers and kisses me deeply. She tastes of sex and her large body is pressed up against mine. The soft warm feel of her flesh is so good I slide my hands inside her gown and pull her towards me. My hands grip and sink into her buttocks. I love the how she feels. Womanly, sexy. My cock is pressed against her large belly it is almost enveloped and we both notice it twitch and begin to harden.

She breaks the kiss and laughs.




Love Thy Neighbour



"Well it's nice to know I'm appreciated, looks like someone wants this secret to grow and grow. But I need to clean up again and get ready for work. Oh there it is!"

She retrieves a door key from her pocket, a mischievous look on her face. Her eyes search my face trying to find a clue to my feelings. Would I be angry at being tricked? In reply I press my lips to hers and resume our kiss. Our tongues duel in each other's mouths till she breaks away.

"Anyway! Phew. Paul will be home soon and I need to get ready. You smell of sex and you'd better get that sorted before your little lady gets home."

She ties her belt, picks up her towels and turns to go, I follow her to the door. Checking there is no one around she heads out to her own front door and opens it. As she goes in I call out to her.

"I'm home all week!" I blurt out, trying not to sound desperate and failing with aplomb. 

She shushes me glancing round but smiling broadly. In a stage whisper she replies,

"Me too, and tomorrow it's my turn!"

I can hardly wait to see what she means.



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 01



It was a Friday night and Danni was spending it how she spent most of her Friday nights; sitting in her tiny apartment writing. As a teenager she liked fantasies and fairy tales, now a young woman in her twenties, she mixed her earlier tastes with that of erotica. She had grown up sheltered by her parent's fear of the world, and had only really experienced her first sexual exploits at the age of twenty-one. Since that enlightening moment she's been documenting her erotic desires in her writing. Tonight, she decided to concentrate on a story she had been working on for a while now. As with most of her fiction, it was loosely based on imagined encounters with people she actually knew in reality. This particular story centred on a steamy encounter in a lift with a very attractive neighbour. 

Danni believed that in order to write sexily you had to first feel sexy yourself. Embodying this belief, she turned the lights down low with the dimmer switch, lit some candles and poured herself some wine. She changed out of her work clothes and into a slinky, silk slip that came mid-thigh. She agreed with herself that one of life's simplest pleasures was taking off a bra, and it was even better if someone else took it off for you. She ran her hands over the outline of her body, giving her nipples particular attention as she pinched them between her thumb and forefinger. She felt the familiar sense of longing at the apex of her long, golden legs, and she knew she was ready to write.

It was only when she moved to the city that Danni began to understand her hold over men. She was in no way extraordinarily beautiful, like the type you see on magazine covers. But she possessed a girl-next-door charm that was both innocent and endearing at the same time. She had built up a tan over the summer, one that was evenly distributed all over her body since she came across a nude beach along the coast. Her body itself was slim, but with curves where they mattered. Ever since her sexual awakening, Danni had begun to pay more attention to her physique and even started working out regularly. This had resulted in a very impressive body. Her long, lean legs led up to a tightly toned ass, flat stomach and perky C cup breasts. Her chest was definitely her best asset, both for her and everyone who enjoyed them. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive to the extent that she once orgasmed from their stimulation alone. In fact, they were still hard from her light pinching of them earlier. 

She reached up to loosen her hair from its ponytail, letting her dark wavy locks fall over her shoulders. The story was progressing well. Between the wine and the erotica, Danni was in a state of wanting. She was just about to blow out the candles and go to bed with her vibrator when the buzzer went. It was almost half twelve in the night and she wondered who it could be. She soon found out who it was.

'Hey, Danni. Sorry, I'm after losing my flippin' key. And I saw the lights were still on in your apartment. Could you buzz me up and could I get my spare key from you?' 

Danni was speechless, she just buzzed him in. It was Mike, her hot neighbour she'd just been writing about and who she intended to think about as she masturbated. 

When he eventually got to her door, it became apparent that he had had quite a bit to drink. So much so, that he took no shame in staring unashamedly at her body in her cream, silky lingerie. She tried to cover the outline of her breasts with her hair but it wasn't working. Trying to avoid any more of his eye contact, she led him inside and sat him down where she had just been, whilst she got him some water and tried to find the spare key. 

Mike was a ruggedly handsome man of twenty-seven. He soared over Danni's petite stature, but he shared her love of working out. His broad shoulders and hard abs were a product of the hours he spent sweating in the gym. He wasn't a man that was overly vain either though, and on this night his two day stubble had given him an unpolished, sexy look. His flannel shirt and jeans fitted him nicely, but Danni knew they did not do what laid underneath them any justice. 

As she was still rummaging for the key, Mike made himself at home. He'd been in Danni's apartment a couple of times before. On one occasion it was one coming to her rescue as he protected her from an overly eager date. Another night, the two of them met each other when they were out socialising and agreed to share a taxi home. He could still remember how he had to hold her to his side as they climbed the steps. His hand was grazing the underside of her ample breasts, and all he wanted to do was reach up higher and get a handful. But he respected Danni and her boundaries. She had his eye from the day she moved in and he met her in the hallway. It was the start of summer and she was wearing tiny denim short shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks. On top she had on a barely there tank that could hardly contain her beautiful breasts. Had he given into his primitive instincts he would have taken her right there in the moment, against the wall with her thighs clutching him and her moaning his name. But her dear in headlights expression when she noticed him staring changed his mind and instead he found himself wanting to get to know this beautiful creature first. And that he did. He found out that not only had she an amazing body, but her mind was equally brilliant. He knew she loved to write, but she never let her read any of her work.

So when he saw her laptop on the coffee table in front of him, he saw the opportunity to finally see her mind in action. He was certainly surprised to read the hot and steamy words she had written. They even started to have an effect on him as he felt his member growing. Just as Danni came back into the sitting room having found the key, it clicked with him. The story was about him and her having sex in the elevator right down the hall. He knew she liked him, but he had always been blinded by her seeming innocence to act on anything. Until now that is.

She sat down beside him and then realised what he was reading and tried to come up with an excuse. But his lips were already on hers, soft at first but then they looked each other in the eye and knew they wanted more. He grabbed her thigh and pulled it across his body so that she was straddling him. She followed his lead and started to grind against his already hard cock. As their kiss deepened, his hands explored her breasts as he slipped the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders. She too, unbuttoned his shirt grasping at his hot flesh. Having exposed her tits, he used his mouth to suck and nibble her nipples, bringing them to attention. She moaned loudly, cradling his head to her chest. He reached between them and slid his hand up her leg, surprised to find that she was wearing no underwear and was dripping wet. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he fingered her. His other hand was grabbing and playing with her ass. Just as it seemed she was about to cum, he stopped everything and whispered in her ear, 'I read how the character Danielle gave Mitch a blowjob. But I've always been more of a visual person. Care to show me?' 

With that, she slid between his legs and unzipped his jeans, taking his raging boner in her capable hands.



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 02



I got back from Fi's house, my mind still swimming with the mornings events. I grabbed myself a cup of tea and sent a text to my Wendi to ask if she was due back any time this morning or was she going to pick the kids up before she came back. As usual, the gossip was more gripping than home life and she would be at her mother's house for the day.

I busied myself around the house with the usual chores, loading the dishwasher with the breakfast crocks and cleaning the surface top, but all the time the image of Fi's eyes looking up at me while sucking on my cock is running around in my mind.

I took a nice relaxing bath letting the memories wash over me before the wife and kids got back from school and started some food for their supper. Wendi walked in with the usual tired look on her face as she hauled in the kids bags from the car and the boys ran upstairs to play. 

She walked into the kitchen and asked, "what's got into you today, I can't get you anywhere near that stove normally."

"You seemed a little tired this morning, so I thought you may appreciate a little help," I said.

"Well, thank you," she continued with a little surprised yet appreciative tone in her voice.

"No problem, just kick your shoes off and settle in front of the TV while I sort you out a cup of tea," I said.

Wendi thanked me again and planted a kiss on my cheek before scooting off to settle on the couch leaving me a little shocked as that was the first real show of affection that she had thrown my way in a long while.

We had a cheerful evening meal and after doing the homework with the boys I took them to bed and read them a story until they settled down for the night.

I came back downstairs and Wendi was relaxed in front of the TV with her second glass of wine and I also found a glass poured for me, which never happens. As I settled onto the other end of the sofa, Wendi proceeded to remove her bra as usual from under her top and through the sleeve, which was always amazing to watch. Her 'D' cup breast were released and as always looked amazing outlined under her top, especially as the action of removing her bra usually stiffened her nipples a little.

We had a pleasant evening together chatting about old times and it wasn't too long before the subject turned to our sex life. Wendi made it clear that she also missed being intimate, but she felt that if we went down that road that I would assume that she wanted to get back together. I explained that I understood that we were way past the point of return in our marriage and we continued to discuss it for another hour back and forth.

We settled on the fact that although we both wanted it, it would probably lead to far too much complication in our current situation. Wendi decided to call it a night, stood up and took her glass into the kitchen and returned to give me my usual goodnight peck on the cheek.

As she leaned in to kiss me I placed my hand right hand on her left cheek and stopped her a few inches from my face and looked deep into her eyes.

"What's wrong?" she said

"Absolutely nothing," I whispered as I gently pulled her lips to mine gave her a long, gentle kiss that seemed to last forever.

As it ended and with her eyes still closed she whispered, "we can't," but I cut her short by pulling her lips back to mine and increased the strength and passion of the kiss. By this time we were lost in each other, so I moved my hands to her hips and moved her so that she dropped onto my lap while keeping our passionate embrace intact.

As the kiss became more and more intense I moved my left arm to support her as I moved my right hand under her top. Wendi gave out a gasp as I slowly moved my hand across her now stiff nipple and cupped her breast in my hand and gently squeezed. As I continued to work on her breast, I moved my oral attention down to her neck, which I knew was the one thing that drove her wild more than anything else. Her breathing got faster and heavier as I nibbled away at her neck and she started to let out a moan as I moved my hand down from her breast and rested it on the inside of her thigh with the side of my hand resting against her crotch.

"Take me to bed, NOW!" she gasped out with absolute urgency, "I need you to fuck me now," she continued as she got up and made her way up the stairs. I followed quickly behind her, it had been months since I had got my hands on her wonderful body and there was no way that I was going to let this chance pass me by.

As she walked up the stairs in front of me I was watching her amazing ass, which was one of the first things that attracted me to her and was still the one thing that would give me and instant hard-on by just looking at it, especially when in a nice pair of tight jeans like now.

We got into the bedroom and she pulled off her top straight away, throwing it across the room and as she stopped in her tracks to do this I moved in behind her, placed my arms around her waist and moved my lips to her neck again. As I started to kiss her neck, her head fell back against my shoulder and her legs started to go from beneath her, so I tightened my grip to keep her there. Wendi was moaning from the kisses and moved her left hand down to rub my now hard as rock cock over my trousers.

I span her round and planted a hard passionate kiss on her lips, moved my right hand down to cup her ass, but with my middle finger just teasing her pussy through the denim. She almost squealed as I moved my mouth down to take her nipple in my mouth and flicked my tongue across it before taking and sucking on her tit like a hungry baby.

"Oh god, please fuck me now, I want you so bad," she said increasing her hold on the outline of my cock.

"I'm not going to make it that easy babe, I want to hear you cum first," I said as I lay her back onto the edge of the bed.

I undid the button and zip on her jeans, pulled them off her legs and let them drop to the floor. I threw off my top and trousers and left them on the floor where I stood. I moved her legs so that her knees were up and parted enough so that I could see her already damp panties and I had easy access to her thighs. I moved my head down between her legs and started kissing Wendi's thighs a few inches away from her pussy, which started her panting heavily. I moved between each thigh gently brushing against her panties with my chin, which caused her to gasp a little with anticipation and giving me an enticing smell of her juices. After a little teasing I moved my mouth over her mound and gave her pussy a gentle suck through her panties making her cry out "for fuck's sake, oh god, please stop teasing."

"I haven't finished with you yet," I said as I stood up again, pulling her panties off as I went. I moved my head back between her legs and again I ran my tongue over the inside of her thighs right next to her pussy making her take a sharp breath in. I moved my tongue down to the bottom of her pussy and flicked my tongue over the area between her ass and slit which started her moaning hard. After a few seconds I moved my tongue slowly up the crack of her pussy opening it up as I moved until I got to the top and moved my tongue over her clit making her moan so loud I thought she would explode there and then.

"NOW, DO IT NOW, OH GOD DO IT NOW!!!" she commanded.

I moved my mouth over her clit and sucked to create a little pressure and then started to flick my tongue directly over it. Wendi stared to squirm hard, almost grinding her pussy into my face and grabbed the linen on the bed so tightly I thought she would rip it. It was no more than thirty seconds before I felt her body start to shake and I could feel her pussy muscles going into spasm, "Martin yes, Argh yes, fuck yes, oh fucking hell, oooooohhhhhh yes!" I hadn't felt Wendi cum like that in a long, long time and it was an amazing sight.

"Fuck yeah, oh I really needed that, I have missed you doing that to me so much," Wendi said as she came down from her explosion. "I need to feel you inside me, please fuck me now."

"Hmmm, I have been hard at work here, I think that it is your turn to do some work," I said.

As Wendi moved herself further onto the bed I removed my underwear and lay on the bed on my back with my cock proudly standing ready for some action of his own. "I think that I will rest back here and let you do the work, huh?" As I said that, Wendi wrapped her hand around my shaft and squeezed it almost like testing fruit for ripeness. "Hmmm, I think I can work with this," she said with a little sexy grin across her face. She threw her leg over me and straddled my cock, laying it flat against my stomach as she did so. She placed her now soaking pussy over my dick and started to slowly move back and forth along the shaft, but just short of far enough for me to penetrate. "You're not the only one that can tease, let's see how you like it!"

As she picked up the pace a little I closed my eyes and couldn't help myself letting out a low moan. A pussy wank feels so good, especially when a pussy is this wet so that there is just enough friction for pleasure, but not enough to make you cum too fast. She worked on me until she had me panting like a tired dog, then she slowed right the way down, moving her pussy into position so that the tip of my cock could just slip inside.

Wendi slowly slipped my cock into her warm, wet hole until the full length was buried inside and she let out a gasp as she moved into position to do what she does so well. She leaned over me placing her hands on the headboard behind, giving me a fantastic view of her amazing tits and easy access to her nipples by just raising my head slightly. I cupped her right tit in my hand and moved my mouth over her nipples as she started to move her hips and fuck my cock. She started slowly, moving her hips in an almost circular motion, but also raising and dropping just enough to create a fantastic sensation in the tip of my dick. As she picked up the pace I couldn't keep my fix on her nipple as I was now breathing so hard, while Wendi closed her eyes and bit her lip as her own grinding was teasing her clit again.

"Now it is my turn to make you cum," Wendi said as she started to grind away at my cock like a woman possessed causing me such ecstatic feelings that I could hardly catch my breath.

I just managed to gasp out defiantly, "I wanna hear you cum again first."

She started to grind harder and harder and we could both feel ourselves building towards the ultimate release. "c'mon, give it to me now," she cried as I shouted "Oh baby, I'm gonna cum."

I felt Wendi's pussy muscles tighten as the orgasm started to take a hold over her body and as they tightened it caused my cock to explode like a firework. Wendi's pussy quivered as my cock was pumping her full of my load, I couldn't control it, my mind was spinning through the joy of orgasm. Wendi collapsed on my chest as the spasms started to fade away after the initial intense shock of release.

As she rolled off my chest and lay to my right, wendi said, "I forgot just how good that was, I am literally fucked."

"Baby, that was better than I have felt in a long time," I replied with my cock still jerking from the after effects.

"If we can get through this without any complications, this could be a regular thing you know," she said, shocking me a little. "Look babe, it's was just sex, we both needed it and we did it. Simple as that!" I fired back.

"Hmmm, looks like we could be fuck buddies then," she giggled to herself.

"Hey, you want to use my body for your sexual satisfaction, who am I to argue," I chuckled back to her.

I got out of the bed and put my underwear and top back on, "look, we both enjoyed ourselves and if it happens again ten great, but no pressure either way."

"We will have to wait and see then won't we!" Wendi said as I walked out of the room...

To be continued...



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 02



For a bit of balance I thought it only fair to give the wife some fun.

Ch. 3 is in the concept stage but should be posted soon.

As always, please enjoy in the spirit it's offered and feel free to comment.

*****

The two friends met for lunch on a regular basis but hadn't been able to for a few weeks. Sam had called Claire to arrange what was essentially an E.G.M. to discuss something she wasn't comfortable talking about over the phone. 

"Oh god, you're not in trouble with MFI are you?" Claire teased her friend for being so melodramatic, "This line isn't bugged I hope!"

"No you ninny, just want to have the conversation face to face!"

And so they sat across from each other nursing their sparkling waters hunched close like co-conspirators in an oppressive regime, waiting for their food to arrive. Claire noticed that Sam had already done a bit of shopping and had shoved her bag under the table.

"I think I might have a stalker!" said Sam in hushed tones.

Claire went wide eyed and mouthed Oh My God.

"What's happened? Are you being threatened? Is he sending notes? Does Tim know?"

"No, no, nothing like that, it's the kid across the hall, he keeps coming out whenever I leave to go on a run."

"Coming out? And what? Following you? Staring? Shouting abuse?"

"No, he's going running too. All decked out in the latest compression gear. But he's been there three times on the trot!"

Claire sat back and folded her arms. She cocked her head to one side and pursed her lips.

"Sam, you go running at the same time each day. This kid goes running at the same time each day. Chances are if it's a good time to go running, it's a good time for him too. It's a coincidence, for all you know the poor lad thinks you're stalking him!"

This simply hadn't occurred to Sam. Sure the first time she had left her flat to be confronted by him doing warm up stretches in the hall outside she thought nothing of it. When she turned the corner on the way home to find him no more than 5 meters in front of her and she'd had to follow him for the last 30 meters back to their homes she passed it off as nothing unusual. But when he appeared as she came out on the second day, and the third, that's when she'd phoned Claire. She recounted these details to her friend watching her face closely for some sign of what she was thinking but Claire clearly wasn't taking her seriously. An arched eyebrow and half smile told Sam her friend thought her foolish.

"Does he have a nice bum?"

"What?"

"This young athlete you've been following up the road the last few nights, does he have a nice bum?"

Sam bit her lip and tried not to look guilty. For a moment she considered firstly denying, then saying nothing but eventually she broke into a coy smile and admitted, "It's gorgeous! I could just...hmmmm!" She mimed grasping something about bottom sized with both hands and then sinking her teeth into it. Both the women dissolved in giggles for a while and conversation stopped while their food was placed in front of them.

"So did you ask me here today to brag?"

Sam looked shocked and started to act insulted but stopped. She gave an exaggerated thoughtful expression and pointed her eyes up and to the left.

"Do you know something, I do believe I did!"

More giggles and the two old friends continued with their banter for a while. 

"So what have been buying that we couldn't shop for together?"

Sam blushed furiously and on a reflex moved her shopping under her chair with a foot.

"Oh nothing, just running stuff. Sports socks, things like that, you know."

"Show me."

"It's not very exciting, I'm sure you wouldn't be at all interested."

"Show me!"

Claire held out her hand. Sam retrieved the bag from under her chair and held on to it for a second before handing the large white carrier bag over to her inquisitor. Clair knew she'd struck gold, Sam acted so guiltily it was tangible. Looking into the bag she took out a tiny pair of compression leggings and a matching crop top.

"Good god woman! Can you even get into these?"

"Oh yeah, they stretch. These are both my size, they're supposed to be tight."

"Tight? TIGHT? These will look painted on! And you intend to wear these tonight? You bought those to wear for your stalker? I take it Tim has no idea about any of this."

Sam felt ashamed for the first time. Truth was she had admired the kid's physique and his skin tight running clothes looked really sexy. If, as she was beginning to believe, he was turning up deliberately she wanted to look sexy too. Claire seemed genuinely angry and the mention of her husband made Sam wince. She'd allowed herself to get swept along in a fantasy and hadn't thought the implications through. She reached across the table and took her friends two hands in hers.

"Claire, listen. Listen! Nothing is going to happen. There is nothing for Tim to know. It's a silly tease for my own amusement. Tim hasn't been near me for ages. Well he has, but he's distracted. Tired he says from his shift pattern, but he just wants it over with. Wham-bam stuff. If I was satisfied do you think I'd be spending over a £100 on running clothes? Can't I have this? Can't I just pretend for a while?" 

Claire loved Sam to bits and any anger quickly dissipated and was replaced with concern. This was potentially dangerous ground she was getting into. She hadn't known about Tim cooling towards his wife and prayed it wasn't serious but her loyalties were definitely with Sam so she came up with a plan.

"Sam, before you go flaunting your body.."

"...I'm not it's just..."

"Let me finish. Before you go out with nothing but sprayed on clothes and tease a guy you don't know lets at least establish that he's not a stalker. OK? Let's run a little test. If he is genuinely just going running at the same time; change your time. Just 10 or 15 minutes. If he still comes out at his usual time and goes running anyway we know he's genuine and you haven't got a weirdo to worry about. If he doesn't come out, if he doesn't go running then, OK it's not enough to put him away, but you know to be careful. You know if he is genuine and just likes to go running it wouldn't hurt to have a running partner in your neck of the woods."

"I knew there was a reason I let you hang around with us cool kids." Sam beamed at her friend. Claire was such a good friend. She knew that last bit about a running partner was her blessing for anything that might happen. Anything at all.

Paul was poised by his front door. He had his best compression 3/4 length leggings and long sleeve top on. He knew how he looked, He looked good. He was tall and muscular and toned. His body was is perfect shape and his running kit left nothing to the imagination. He had noticed the MILF across the hall weeks ago and he really wanted a shot at that arse. Failing that he'd settle for multiple shots at her pussy. She was small and tight and exactly what he liked. Her pixie cut was exactly what she suited and put her squarely in the centre of the sexy/pretty/cute Venn diagram. He had known she went running around the same time every evening. He had pumped himself as much as he could and put on his tightest running gear and pretended to do warm ups until she came out. He'd timed it perfectly and was bending right over as she appeared. He had stood, given her a good look at him all over before. Heading off down the corridor. Once out of sight he ducked out of the way and waited for her to run passed. He didn't know her route so couldn't go the same way and have her follow so he did the next best thing. There was only one way she could return so he waited at a crucial corner and simply kept an eye out. When he saw her approach he chose the apt moment and started running back himself. She would think she'd caught him up and would have plenty of time to appreciate his best feature. If she'd seen the front and his favourite feature she would know how excited he was thinking she was watching his backside in the oh so tight leggings. 

Tonight she was late, Only 4 or 5 minutes, but she was never this late. He wasn't stupid, he sensed this was a test and didn't want to be caught out. He opened his door and started his warm up routine.

Sam had been peering through her spy hole in the door. She had changed into her new gear in the bedroom and put sweat pants and a fleece top over it. Tim hadn't batted an eyelid as she walked through the living room. It was run time, didn't concern him. As soon as she was in the porch she stripped off the outer garments and stood there in leggings and crop top. She felt incredibly self-conscious and wasn't sure if she could go through with it in any case. The kid wasn't there and it looked like Claire had been right to be cautious. Sam was more disappointed than she would ever admit and actually gasped with joy when the door to the flat opposite opened and he came out. She stayed behind the protection of the spy hole for a minute, watching him stretch and flex. God he looked good. It really was like watching him exercise naked. His collar length wavy blond hair, soft brown eyes and strong jawline didn't hurt and she felt herself dampen as she opened her door and stepped out.

Paul was facing away but he heard her door and smiled to himself. He bent to reach his ankle and took the opportunity to look behind him. When he saw her and what she was wearing he totally lost his cool. He stumbled and swore to himself and almost collided with the wall. It all over in maybe two seconds and he managed to regain his composure but not before Sam noticed. She knew she had been the cause and it sent a thrill through her. She hadn't considered it, but her nipples became clearly visible through her crop top. She wished he could see that. She did her own stretching now and he pretended to be checking something on his smart watch as he admired the curve of her arse. The muscles in her legs were toned and powerful and despite himself he couldn't look away. As she straightened up and her legs came together he noticed that sexy gap at the top of her thighs and hoped his excitement wasn't too obvious.

Sam knew she was having an effect on Paul. A good effect, the effect she was going for and she felt so sexy. He wasn't even pretending not to stare anymore.

"Hi. I'm Sam"

"Paw. Ahem Paul! I'm Paul. I like your outfit" and he gave her the cutest most bashful smile.

"You know if we're going running, we might as well go together. A girl could use a big strong guardian sometimes." Sam sounded a lot cooler than she felt. This was moving so fast, and her logic was being severely hampered by lust but her excitement was in control and she desperately wanted this to lead to something very naughty. 

Paul's brain was in turmoil. Was this woman coming on to him? Was he imagining this or not. Oh god, what if she wasn't and he makes a fool of himself? He decided to play it as cool as he could manage under the circumstances and just go along with her.

"Absolutely, be great to have some company, can't promise the best conversation though."

"Great, we'll take your route. You always get back before me so I assume it's easier." 

She gave him a wink to show she was just teasing. He wondered if it meant she was on to him and knew he didn't run. If it did he felt she would say something else so he played along.

"Or maybe I'm just faster than you." 

"Are you challenging me to a race young man?!" Sam was laughing and Paul knew she was game for this.

"Well I wouldn't be much of a guardian if I left you in my wake now would I."

Sam loved banter and this was as good as she'd had for a while. She pulled a mock shocked expression and gave a short bark of a laugh. 

She sauntered casually over to Paul and put out a hand. She made to run her hand down his upper arm and across his muscular chest without actually touching him. The sexual tension was electric and Paul was panting. 

Sam suddenly poked him in the shoulder and cried, "You're it!" Turned and ran.

Sam ran down the central stairwell. Her flat was on the second floor so there weren't that many stairs. Just before Sam reached the bottom Paul caught her up. He managed to reach out and touch her in the middle of her back. He wasn't sure if he should turn and head back up or try to get by and decided to turn tail and head up. Sam, somewhat exasperated followed him. Paul kept going passed the second floor, passed the third. Sam showed no sign of catching him so he slowed down, pretending to be out of breath. She saw him and knew what he was doing but continued the chase. She wanted to get her hands on him again. On the fourth floor Paul spotted a maintenance room. He tried the door and it opened. He lurked in the doorway til Sam was nearly there then went inside. 

Sam stood in the doorway of the small 2 meter square room. It may have been used to store equipment once but now it was empty.

"Damn. Dead end!" Paul was all of 2 meters in and he was ready at the back wall. Sam knew this was a turning point. Either she turn back now and stay a good faithful wife or she enters that room and allows things to happen. There was never any contest. She had determined she would be bad tonight and she wanted this man. The door was slatted rather than solid so when stepped inside and pulled it to behind her there was still light. She walked up to Paul and placed one hand on his upper arm. This time she made contact as she stroked her was down and across his chest. She stroked down his belly and beyond till her hand was stroking across his erection. 

"Sam, I.. "

Her other hand went to his lips. Just the one finger to shush him. Then the hand went around to the back of his neck as she pulled his face forward. Their lips met and her tongue entered his mouth as her other fingers danced along his hard length. His own hands sought and found her buttocks. There they gripped tight and pulled her close. 

Their kissing grew in passion, became fevered and frantic. Mouths mashing together. Lips bruising and the taste of blood. 

Sam can feel Paul's hard cock through his leggings but needs skin on skin contact. She hooked both thumbs in to his waist band and pulls them down. Just like her he has gone without underwear. His steel hard cock sprung up before her. It was a good 9 inches and thick with it. Paul was totally shaved and she fell to her knees as if in worship. It pointed almost straight up and she had to pull it down towards her to get her lips around it. She wanted this cock in her mouth. Paul groaned as she sucked him in. She tried to get as much down her throat but rushed it and gagged. She satisfied herself with sucking and bobbing her head and wanking his shaft. She played with his balls and marveled at their size and weight. She imagined how much they must hold and how it would feel to have them emptied into her mouth. Or pussy. She had never cheated on anyone before. She felt a wonderful kind of naughty and to be doing it with this gorgeous young hunk had her soaking her leggings. 

She was getting more used to his size and was able to take more of him down her throat. She pressed herself and relaxed her gag reflex until her lips met his torso.

"Oh you sexy bitch! I can't hold out much longer"

Sam let his cock withdraw and rubbed her saliva along his length vigorously. 

"Don't. Don't hold out. Give me you cum my sexy blond adonis. Cum for me."

She sucked him in til the crown was in her mouth and wanked him fast. He let out a growl which grew in volume and pitch. His head went back and he let out a "Yeeesss!"

His cum filled her mouth. She swallowed It down in time for another load. Sam was juddering with mini orgasms as she drank his cum four times in all. She sucked and licked him clean wanting every last drop of his nectar. Scooping up any that had escaped her mouth she wiped her chin and chest and licked her fingers clean. 

"Mmmmm, I could eat that again." She looked up with cheeky grin. 

"You could, or you could... Probably best you do eat it, I didn't think to bring any condoms on a run."

Sam realises he's not going down. His cock is still rock hard and the implications of what he's saying sinks in. 

"Actually I'm allergic to latex. I will have to take you bareback. " She knew there were none latex condoms but hoped he didn't. She wanted to feel those balls spray her insides. She stood and hurriedly removed her leggings. In the slatted light she saw his cock twitch with approval. Laying her folded bottoms down as a makeshift cushion for her behind she lay on top and spread her legs. 

"Please fuck me Paul. I need to feel you inside me."

He was as aroused as he'd ever been in his 19 years. Here was that sexy MILF from across the way that he'd wanted since he saw her and she was asking him to fuck her. She had just said 'WILL have to take you"! He wasted no time lining up on top, his leggings pulled down to his knees. Neither of them felt the need to stand on ceremony and he pushed his cock home. Her pussy wet and inviting and he slid in easily. He filled and stretched her pleasantly and her wet velvet tunnel felt snug. Both let out a low throaty groan. When he was all the way inside he stopped. They looked into the others eyes and each saw the lust and need in their partner. She raised her head and he met her as their lips touched in a lover's kiss. Tongues parried and feverishly they each tasted the other. This was the passion that Sam had missed and finding it with this beautiful sex god sent a flutter through her which settled in her pussy. It rippled along his cock and he started a short slow piston motion. Sam responded in kind. Gentle at first they built up a rhythm. Their faces urged the other on as things began to speed up. Sam felt the beginnings of an orgasm.

"Yes Paul, oh yes. Fuck me Paul. You feel so good inside me. I want to fuck you forever. You're the best lover. The best. Oh yess! Oh yes right there. That's it Paul fuck me."

He hadn't had lot of experience and this was the first time he'd been spoken to like this. It was a huge turn on and his nuts started to tighten. 

"I'm going to cum. I don't have long, I'm going to shoot."

He warned Sam assuming she would want him to withdraw, but he was wrong.

"Yes! God yes cum inside me! Yes flood my pussy like you flooded my mouth. Give me your cum please." 

Sam's climax hit and her juices coated his balls. She was so hot, so sexy he pounded into her bringing himself to orgasm. This heightened Sam's peak ten fold and she gurgled. Lights flashed in her head and her body went into spasm. Paul was holding Sam's tiny waist forcing himself as far into as he would go. Shooting his thick cream against her cervix. It was not how she had imagined. Nothing before could prepare her for how good this felt. Her feet were tight to his buttocks holding him in, her hands at the small of his back doing the same.

Gradually their mutual pleasures subsided and they lay panting on the cold hard floor his cock finally starts to deflate. 

"You are mortal then." Sam felt him soften and shrivel though there was still most of him inside her. She would happily do that again, but for the time being she was satisfied. More satisfied than she had been in a long time. She held his head against her chest and stroked his hair.

"You know my husband works nights sometimes."

"Yeah I did know that, so does my mum."

They grinned at each other and shared one last lingering kiss before getting straight and heading back to their respective homes. Paul made great efforts to knock the dust off Sam's leggings, especially that which covering her backside. Initially she had batted his hand away, but in the end she liked that he couldn't keep his hands off her arse and just let him carry on. One definitely final, must be the last one this time, kiss in Paul's porch later and Sam scurried across the hall and let herself into her own flat. She put the sweat pants and top back on and jogged through the living area toward the bathroom. Tim looked up and smiled.




Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 02



"You look flushed, good run?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it was a really satisfying work out."

After her customary post run shower Sam put on her customary slobby PJ's and flops next to Tim on the sofa. She had just brought herself to another crashing climax while digging Paul's copious left over cum out of her pussy and eating it.

"Doug is having a hard time at home right now and he's asked me to swap shifts with him so he can sort things out. I'll be on nights from tomorrow for the rest of this week and all of next week. You don't mind do you?"

Sam snuggled up to his arm.

"No Honey, I think it's sweet you're helping your mate out at a difficult. You're such a good guy."

Both smiled and stared at the TV but neither was paying any attention. Tim was thinking of spending the afternoons making sweet to his voluptuous beautiful lady and Sam was imagining being fucked silly all night by her young blond stud.



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 03



Final part of the story? Makes more sense if you've read 1 and 2 obviously. I'm happy to consider suggestions for future episodes :)

Enjoy.

*****

Doug could tell that Tim wasn't being entirely honest and that annoyed him. He'd considered Tim one of the good guys. It was a pleasure to follow his shift, everything was always as it should be and Doug had worked with plenty who had let the less savoury duties slide for the following shift to pick up. Not Tim. Tim was the kind of guy who would go the extra mile to make sure his co-workers covering the overnight would have as easy a ride as possible. Before Tim had joined it was quite different. Every shift for itself, if it could be left for the next guys leave it. The atmosphere was entirely different, Doug used to dread certain days but not any more. Tim was good guy alright.

There was 15 minute handover period where one supervisor ensured the one following was updated on any issues, changes or difficulties.

"Doug! Doug I need a favour. How'd you like to swap shifts for the rest of the week?"

Doug hated to change mid stream. There was a reason they worked in the blocks they did. It was easier. It had been worked out long ago by people far smarter than they and a fixed pattern of shift rotation was the best way to cover the 5 day 24 hour work their jobs at the plant entailed.

"Shit Tim, what kind of favour is this? How can it be a favour to give you the night shift? You'll be on nights yourself soon enough."

"Well would you look at the teeth on that gift horse? Come on Doug, you wont lose out. I'll stay and do your overnight and you go home and sleep next to your wife and do my shift tomorrow, why aren't you snatching my hand off?"

"It just makes no sense, why don't you want to sleep next to your own wife?"

Tim wasn't prepared to come clean about that just yet and toyed between evading and lying.

"Sam's hours are all over the place at the moment, we barely see each other as it is, if anything this way we'll both be home at least some of the time."

There wasn't a word of truth in any of this. Tim was desperate to continue his illicit liaisons with his sexy neighbour and was prepared to say anything to make it happen. Doug didn't believe a word but couldn't deny a night at home in his own bed was very tempting.

"Ok Tim, we'll play it your way. I don't believe the reasons you gave but I can't see how I can be harmed by this so I'll let it happen. Hope you know what you're doing."

Tim grinned and extended his hand but Doug just looked at it and turned and walked away. Calling after the older man Tim shouted his thanks and punched the air.

Meanwhile Sam was leaving her flat for a run at the usual time and coincidentally, so was Paul. She had gone out and bought new running gear. The leggings were full length and the t shirt was so tight it could have been sprayed on. Both were red and black with side panels to emphasise her flat stomach and slender waist and broad shoulders. It also made the most of her pert curved bottom and that was really the point. Paul thought she looked like someone from a Marvel movie. He loved Marvel movies and grinned at her. She glanced down either end of the hall to make sure nobody else was around and beckoned him over. Paul hovered hesitantly then entered Sam's flat, she practically slammed the door shut behind him and pressed herself against him, kissing him hard.

She was soaking wet and as sexually aroused as she had ever felt. All day she hand been waiting for this moment, going over in her mind what they had done, what she hoped to do next. She held his face in her hands and couldn't help hmmming as she kissed him.

Paul was beside himself. He'd convinced himself she would realise her mistake and choose her marriage over the teen across the hall. His hands ran up and down her sides. He noticed she was sans brassier and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched them through the thin material and duelled tongues with her. His erection pressed against her belly, she wriggled against it lasciviously. He broke their kiss to speak.

"Sam, what about...? "

He indicated into the flat with a tilt of the head. Sam broke into a huge grin, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"He's out all night. ALL night, back in the morning. Hope you didn't have any plans for this evening."

"Well there's this documentary on nazi sharks I've been looking forward to for ages but I guess could give it a miss. IF you have any better ideas that is."

"Better than nazi sharks? Damn you set the bar high. I was just going to get naked and see what came up."

Paul hugged Sam tight and rested his cheek on the top of her head.

"I can't believe I'm going to wake up next to you."

"Not before you've fucked me senseless you're not! " and she poked him in the chest. 

A front door closing in the hall outside had them jostling for the spy hole.

"It's mum, she's off to work too. And guess when she'll be back?! 

I guess there's a chance we might make a mess. Should we maybe do it in my bed?"

"How can one so young and sexy be so wise?"

Sam was suitably impressed with Paul's room. For a start there was a double bed, it was clean and tidy and didn't smell of socks. There was a laptop open on the desk, Paul nonchalantly slammed it shut before Sam could see anything incriminating. She didn't need to see anything, she recognised that behaviour and smiled to herself calling him a bad boy under her breath.

"So how many unsuspecting innocents have you had your wicked way with in here? "

"None"

Sam was taken aback, she imagined Paul was beating them of with a stick. 

"None at all?"

"Nope. I think they all suspected something." 

He grinned at her and raised an eye brow. Sam slapped him lightly on the chest then kicked off her shoes and launched herself onto the bed. Raised up on her elbows she gave him her best seductive look.

He crawled up the bed to be next to her, bent an arm and rested his ear in his hand, looking her over. His expression was a mix of desire and affection.

"Has anyone told you what a very sexy and beautiful woman you are?"

Sam pulled his face to hers and they kissed again. Slow sensuous kisses this time. Making out kisses like a couple of teenagers. Sam bathed in glorious nostalgia, she hadn't been so thoroughly snogged in a long time and didn't realise how much she'd missed it.

Their hands explored each other over there thin tight clothes. Teasing to be touched and teasing to almost caress through the skin tight material. Sam's nipples were hard and obvious, so was Paul's cock. Paul tugged at the hem of Sam's t shirt until she sat up and allowed him to pull it over her head.

His mouth went to her chest and a nipple was sucked between his pursed lips. Sam gasped and held his head close in her hands and he rapidly flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Sam's head went back and she let out a sigh. Paul ran his hands down her sides, along her thighs and back up to cup and squeeze her buttocks. He attempted to slide his hands inside but the access was restricted by the tight fit. He raised himself on his elbows and gripped the waistband looking her in the eye. She lifted her bum off the bed and he peeled the leggings off her slowly. His gaze took in every inch of her now naked body and he gave a small smile.

"Wow!"

Sam felt more desired in that moment than she could ever remember. Paul planted small delicate kissed from her navel, south until he was kissing her pussy. It had been wet for hours in anticipation. The outer lips were parted and inviting and her clit was swollen. He first breathed across it. Then he tenderly kissed her bud before sucking it between his lips like he had her nipple and flicking his tongue tip over it.

Sam gripped the bedding beneath her in clenched fingers as the days sexual tension was released in a massive orgasm. Her hips thrust back against his mouth, her juices coated her face and she howled as she came.

Paul continued to suck and flick her clit as Sam peaked and rode the orgasm out. She put her hands to either side of his head and pulled him first away, and then up towards her.

Their lips again met and a fervent passionate clash of mouths followed. She loved that his tongue tasted of her and felt a thrill run through her core.

Sam pushed him off and over, flipping him so that she was on top. Her knees were either side of his waist and she looked down into his face while a hand reached behind and gripped then rubbed his cock. She shuffled backwards till her pussy was level with his cock and slid back and forth coating his hard on and making it nice and slippery. Back and forth her pussy lips ran along his length. It took all her self control not to take him in and ride him, but for now she wanted to play. Paul was trying to align himself for entry but, for now, that wasn't happening. Her juices flowed out of her, smeared heavily along his length and running down across his balls. She positioned herself so she was sitting on his taught young thighs and gripped his hard on in both hands. Slowly her hands ran up and down his length. Tempo slowly rose as she spoke.

"I love your cock. Your young hard cock. It's so big, so fat. It's just made to fuck me. It feels so good inside me."

Her words were having an impact on Paul. Her talk was pushing buttons in his mind and he was breathing heavily, panting as he's gaze went from her face to her hands and back again. He couldn't decide which was the sexier sight.

"I want to watch the big hard cock cum. I want to see the spunk shoot out of you. Your balls are so big and heavy, I want to see all your lovely sperm coming out. I want to see what you're going to do to my oh so tight pussy."

She tightened her grip when she mentioned her tight pussy and felt him twitch, getting closer. Her hands went faster, smearing her juices over his cock head. Her fingers returned to her pussy to get more, to keep him slick. He started thrusting up and she knew he was near to shooting. Her excitement at watching caught in her voice.

"Oh yes Baby, cum for me. Shoot that sexy thick spunk. Show how much a real man makes, show me what my pussy is going to get. It's so hot I could cum just watching you shoot your load for me."

That was the final straw for Paul and he started to grunt as his cock went rigid and his jizz flew into the air. True to her word, a series of mini orgasms ran through Sam as each arch of cum shot up and landed in his hair, face, chest and stomach. She placed her open mouth to catch some as he came and the clamped it shut on the head and sucked every last drop out of him.

When he was done Sam lay on top of him and rubbed herself into his ejaculate, before kissing him and slumping by his side.

They lay in a tangle of limbs lost in their own thoughts. Sam's nails danced along Paul's still hard length causing him to catch his breath. Her fingers curled around him, she could smell sex and felt her pussy purr. She swung a leg over him and raised herself on her knees. Holding his cock upright she slowly lowered until he nudged her entrance. Both of them let out a satisfied groan as she slid down his length bit by bit. Eventually he was all the way inside and her eyes went back. There was a quiver in her voice as she gave a small laugh.

"I'm never letting you take this out, it just feels too good."

Sam started to ascend his cock, feeling each millimetre till there was just the head in her before starting the return trip. Paul put his hands on her tiny waist as if to hurry her. She slapped his hands away when he tried to pull her back down so his hands instead went her pert buttocks. He squeezed and pawed them to both of their pleasures. She loved how his strong fingers dug into her flesh and increased her own momentum. She was slippery with her own secretions so when a finger tip nudged her anus it entered. She tensed and her pussy tightened around him. Paul groaned while Sam hissed. She was shaking her head and looking at him imploringly. He was confused, her body seemed to like it, her pussy clenched, but she seemed to be asking not. Without pushing it any further in he moved the finger inside with a slight wiggle. Her eyes went wide and pussy spasmed again. She leant forward and whispered in her ear.

"Please don't. I've been hurt and bled a lot from trying anal. It frightens me when things go up there. "

She looked him in the eye to show she was serious. He gave a kind smile and nodded his agreement while his fingers went back to kneading her buttocks. She rocked on his cock and smiled herself. Her eyes half closed.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Squeeze those cheeks! Slap them. Spank my arse."

She rode him faster and harder. He slapped her tentatively and she laughed and increased speed. A firmer spank, and another. Climbing off him she got on all fours.

"Fuck me from behind. Spank me and fuck me hard."

He hurriedly took up position and slammed himself it her. He loved to look at me magnificent arse as he pounded her. It was as sexy a sight as he'd seen. There was an angry red handprint on one cheek so he slapped the other to match them up. Sam let out a moan and he felt her pussy tighten again.

He held onto her waist so he could drive home harder. Sam let out a cry of joy as she felt the crest of an orgasm begin to crash over her. He felt the delicious tingle that meant was too was close to climax and told her.

"Oh god yeah! Spray my womb with your cum. Put it all inside. Cum! Cum in my pussy please."

Her slick tunnel grew wetter and started to ripple around him as the orgasm swept over her and she wailed her pleasure. It tipped Paul over the edge and with a roar he unleashed load after load into her.

"YES! God yes. Oh god oh God oh g...Aaàhh!"

It seemed to each of them that their orgasms lasted minutes. Sam was definitely on her third or fourth in a row and Paul felt as thoroughly drained and satisfied as he imagined it was possible to be.

They slumped together, his occasionally twitching cock still inside her, spooning. He held her in his arms and kissed her shoulder.

"Sam?"

"Hmmm?"

"You know you have a beautiful arse."

"Thank you Hun."

"I'd love to lavish a bit of extra attention on it if you know what I mean."

She knew exactly what he meant and didn't want to have this conversation.

"Please don't Paul."

He kissed her shoulder again and followed up with more kisses along the nape of her neck to her ear. He sucked her lobe between his lips and nibbled on it lightly.

"You do know I wouldn't deliberately hurt you don't you?"

"I don't think you would no, not deliberately. It wasn't deliberate last time either but I was terribly sore for days and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Every time I went to the toilet it was agony. It was horrible."

"You went too fast, you didn't prepare for it. It's the longest sexiest foreplay you can imagine when you do it right."

"Please Paul just leave it."

"OK I'll drop it as long as you answer me honestly: did it not feel good when my finger tip popped up inside? Your body responded and I think you liked it. Well I can make it feel better that than. Much better."

Sam had felt a special thrill when he penetrated her anus. There was the act in it's own right, there was the fact it was this sexy young hunk, and there was the fact it was something Tim wasn't allowed to do. All these factors contributed to a very special thrill indeed and her pussy throbbed around his deflating cock and forced him out. A river of cum flowed out of her and she caught her breath.

Referring to her pussy quiver she asked him, "Does that answer your question?"

He gave a small good natured laugh and kissed her neck.

"How about you just let me rim you. Let me lick your hole, maybe poke my tongue in."

Sam closed her eyes and tried to imagine it. Her heart raced and her chest rapidly rose and fell as her excitement grew. But the memory of the pain was still raw and she just couldn't get passed the fear. Not yet. She turned her head to look at him.

"I'm not saying never, but I can't promise it will be soon either. When I'm ready you'll be the first to know."

He bent to kiss her and they shared a long sensuous lovers smooch. Sam pulled away and asked with wink, "How do you know so damned much about it anyway?"

Paul replied with a smirk, "I read a lot."

They lay in each others arms for a while but couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Stroking and caressing, each kept the other's passion on simmer. Paul's cock was semi hard and Sam was permanently damp. Although he was shaved completely Sam was trimmed and tidy. He seemed to love stroking her short soft down and she loved him to stroke it.

After a while Sam climbed on top in reverse position and took Paul's cock into her mouth. He tasted of them both. Their juices mingled together in a sexy concoction she found delicious and she slurped greedily. She also figured it was about time he licked her and presented her up turned bum and wet blossoming pussy lips. He placed a hand on each buttock and raised his head till his tongue lapped at her cunt. He too could taste the combination of them both and the flavour of their lust made his rapidly unfurling cock throb in her mouth. He found her clit and probed it with his tongue, She moaned around his cock and more of her pussy juice flowed out.

She bobbed her head on his cock as his pre-cum subtly changed the taste and feel in her mouth. She wanted as much of his lovely big cock in her mouth ass possible and allowed herself to become accustomed before taking more until he was all the way down her throat. Paul's was the only cock she had tried to deep throat and she took pride in her achievement, it excited her that with him she was keen to try things she would blanch at with her husband. He brought a dirty side she didn't know she had and it felt good to be bad. Maybe anal wouldn't be so bad after all?

Paul buried his tongue as keep inside her as it could go, he was fucking her with it and her juices were flowing spreading across his face and into her mouth.

Sam scraped her nails over his scrotum and bobbed her head, she knew she was close to orgasm again and suspected he was too. She sucked hard so her cheeks hollowed , it felt like she was drawing the cum out of him by vacuum alone and he started to cum. When the first rope of jizz hit the back of her throat she was surprised and gagged, but she soon recovered and swallowed everything he gave her. As it slid down her throat it triggered her own orgasm and she arched her back, forcing her pussy hard against his mouth. It was her turn to surprise him as she sprayed him with her own copious juices that he had to drink down that which didn't drench his face neck and chest.

They lay still for a moment, catching their breath. Eventually Sam manoeuvred herself next to Paul, right way up. Her head was buried in his broad chest and he stroked her hair.

"That was amazing Sam, I had no idea you were a squirter!"

She slowly raised her head, her eyes were wide and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Neither did I!"

They fucked twice more before exhaustion drove them both to sleep in the wee small hours. Sam's pussy ached and throbbed like a well fucked pussy should and she slept the dreamless deep sleep of the truly sated.

Tim had pulled a double shift with the help of several energy drinks. Now he was physically drained but mentally alert. It was a strange almost out of body experience. Not quite like, but not entirely dissimilar to being stoned. And he was always happy when he was stoned. He had planned to go home to bed before going to see his curvaceous, buxom, sexy lover but he was horny as hell. He'd spent all night thinking of why he was doing this double shift and had been tempted to knock one off just so he could concentrate on his job. But he'd saved it all for the rubensesque sultry seductress that filled his mind and stole his will.




Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 03



Tim knew Georgie got home before he did and his wife would be on her way to, if not actually at, work so he went straight to hers. As if she had been expecting him Georgie opened her door dressed in a pink full length chiffon housecoat and clearly nothing else. Her curves were tantalisingly close to and teasingly distant from quite being visible. Hints of her nipples could just be made out and her belt was loose enough to expose a great deal of her cleavage. Whatever Tim had been about to say evaporated along with every other thought in his head. Her left leg was slightly bent, from mid thigh it delicate foot and red painted toe nails she was displayed. Her smile was seductive and she looked up through her lashes before wordlessly stepping back into her flat and beckoning him in. Almost comically Tim swallowed and followed her. She did her tinkling giggle and turns to enter her living space. Tim was lagging behind and she stoped to give him time before taking hold of his hand and leading him into her bedroom.

"You look amazing! I can't believe how aroused you make me."

"It a wonderfully sexy thing to be appreciated by a man. You make me want to be so naughty. I've been thinking about you all night and prayed you'd come straight over. I want you inside me."

Sam woke to voices. She had slept in well beyond when she should have left for work. Her pussy was still aching from the previous night and she smiled to herself. Fuck work, she'd phone in later and make her excuses. She lifted her head and looked at Paul. His eyes were open and he smiled and made a shushing signal with his finger.

"Mum has company, I think they're about to get jiggy!" 

He whispered to her and looked highly amused about it. 

Sam mouthed Oh My God and made a wide mouth shocked expression silently. She had to be careful, she was still a married woman and a decade older than Paul, she didn't want her reputation to be ruined or to give Tim grounds for divorce. Though secretly, when she thought about it, the naughtiness gave her a thrill. They didn't mean to me eavesdropping but they had to remain quiet and the people in the next room were being at all discrete because they didn't know to be. They lay spooning, Paul on the outside with Sam folded in his strong arms. He was stroking her tummy softly and nuzzling her neck.

"God when you look at me like that it makes me so wet."

Georgie took his hand and to prove the point held it against her pussy. She was soaking and two fingers slid inside her. She rubbed his hand against her and groaned. This woman was pure sex, she exuded so much erotic charisma Tim was enthralled. She removed his hand from her pussy and held it up to his lips. Instinctively he sucked her juices off his fingers.

Stepping backwards Georgie reached the edge of her bed and sat down. Lying back she opened her legs wide , parting the chiffon she again beckoned Tim over.

"I told you it was my turn next. Now eat my pussy and don't stop till I tell you."

Sam sniggered to herself. She was going to have to remember that. Paul had an earlobe between his teeth and was tweaking a nipple. She had to admit it was a turn listening to the people in the next room and Paul was just making it worse. Then again she reckoned anything would be a turn on if you had a naked adonis for company. She wiggled her arse against his groin and found him hard. A part of her thought it freaky that he was aroused listening to his mother, but a newly awakened part of her thought oh you bad bad sexy boy! The new part of her won and she reached behind her and circled his cock in her hand.

Tim fell to his knees. He held his face against the soft doughy flesh of her inner thigh. He rained down kiss after kiss loving how the skin felt against his lips. As he get closer to her pussy he could smell her arousal and he stuck out his tongue for a taste. It was hot and sweet and he lapped eagerly. He flicked over her distended clit and Georgie gasped. She placed her hands on his head and ground her pussy against him. Her tentatively took her clit between his teeth and rapidly ran his tongue tip back and forth across it. Georgie flopped backwards and groaned loadly.

"Oh yes, just like that you dirty fucker, flick my clit."

Sam was gripping Paul's cock and wanking him fiercely. He had allowed his hand to stroke her pussy and she was unconsciously humping against to. 

He leant in close to ear and whispered, "Want to play a game? Anything they do we have to do?"

Sam was very eager to have her pussy licked and nodded enthusiastically. Paul did a mental air punch. He knew what his mother like to do best, it was her that had taught about anal sex in the first place. Kneeling by the bed he buried his face in Sam's pussy and licked up her sticky juices. She gave a deep throaty growl and held his head.

"Oh yes Tim, just like that, lick my arse , rim me you dirty dirty boy!"

Tim? TIM? Was that her husband in there? It's true he would be home now so it could be. This was a whole new level of depravity and as for being rimmed? She guessed that wasn't so bad. She could hardly claim the moral high ground after what she had done with Paul, but she didn't know how she felt about her husband fucking that fat old tart in the next room. Without asking permission Paul lifted Sam's backside so her anus was exposed and gently licked all around the entrance. Despite herself Sam let out a squeal of delight and when Paul gently prodded her hole she couldn't help but push back against it. He rubbed fingers and against her clitoris and used her own slippery juice to coat his fingers. He allowed first one finger to penetrate just to the first knuckle. Sam was groaning incoherently and gripping the sheets. 

Tim was trying to get as much on his tongue passed Georgie's sphincter. Like a man possessed he gripped her chunky thighs and assaulted her anus. Georgie loved it and was rubbing her own clitoris in time to his delving. She always loved anything anal but his complete abandon and dedication to the task was better than she had dreamed of. Her arse was well accustomed to being plundered and she needed a minimum of priming. She knew in the next room Sam wasn't so experienced and would need gentler manipulation if this was going to come off for her. 

Paul allowed his finger to slide to the second 

knuckle and held it there. Then the third and he began to move it in and out. Sam thrashed her head from side to said. 

"Oh yes! Oh I want you in my arse. I need you to fuck my dirt box and make me your dirty girl. "

A second finger joined the first and Sam's eyes went wide. It felt so good there was no fear.

"Fuck my arse Tim. I love feeling a cock spurt in my arse."

She was now face down with a cushion under her, raising big beautiful arse to the perfect angle for him to fuck. He could swear he had just heard his wife asking him to do the same to her. He knew he was hallucinating that, she would never allow anyone in there. 

Paul sawed the two fingers slowly in and out. Sam managed to keep her sphincter relaxed and the minimal discomfort soon became a hot glow. From his perspective her round muscular butt looked amazing. He could barely wait to slam his hard cock in there but he knew if he rushed it he might not get to do it again. His fingers were sawing quite freely now but her hole was still wonderfully tight. 

Tim was fingering the big soft arse before him. It had been so long. Not since the girl before Sam had he been in this position. He marvelled at how the large flabby cheeks wobbled and quivered. He relished the softness, the silkiness, the utter femininity of them. Again this woman had raised his arousal to new heights. He withdrew his fingers and touched her anus with his hard on.

Paul aimed his cock for Sam's pussy. He still had fingers in her arse but he wanted to use her lubrication to ease his entry later. Sam felt incredibly full and wailed in lust. 

"Oh God Paul! Oh my fucking god Paul!"

Paul slid all the way inside her hot wet tunnel and slowly fucked the wife beneath him.

Tim's head went up, that was definitely Sam. He wasn't imagining it and Georgie noticed.

"Come on Tim fuck my arse like a whore. Pound your hard dick into me. That's it! Yes! YES! Fuck my arse till you fill it with cum Tim."

Spurred on he pushed until the tip passed her entrance. He felt her close around the flared head.

"Oh shiiiiit!" 

Through clenched he couldn't help but let out a hiss of lust. 

Sam was almost lost in the feelings sweeping through her. Almost but not quite. She had clearly heard what Georgie said and knew for definite her husband was fucking the woman in the next. She to admit to mixed emotions. A part of her didn't like it. A part of her loved the naughtiness and depravity of the situation. It also occurred to her that this freed her to fuck Paul whenever she wanted. Her pussy rippled and squeezed around his cock and she thrust herself back against him

Tim eased his cock further inside Georgie. She felt incredibly tight. That old familiar squeeze that Sam had denied him these last 8 years was surrounding his cock and sending thrills firing through his body. He didn't care Sam was in the next room. Let her hear, let her see. His mind's eye conjured an image of Sam sucking the guys cock while Georgie wrapped her huge tits around Tim's cock. Maybe Sam should be alone fingering her twat to orgasm her thought. 

Soon he had pushed himself all the way inside her.

"Oh god Tim, you make my arse feel so good!'

The encouragement was meant for Sam and she quickly took the hint. Her husband was fucking the old slag's hole and she wanted the same. Paul withdrew his cock, slick with Sam's juices and drew a small circle at her anal entrance before putting just enough weight behind. The sensations of having a cock stroking her anus and then forcing it's way in was glorious. Her ring-piece stretched to allow the big dick entry and it did smart a bit. Sam began to tense up and the hurt increased. Paul sensed there was a problem and slowly pulled out. He leant across her taking her in his arms and whispering in her ear.

"It's OK, just remember to relax and it'll soon feel good."

Sam felt his hard on in the groove of her arse, and wriggled back against it nodding. She knew she was going to have to weather some discomfort first.

"The guy in the next room seems to have his cock in my mum's arse, don't you think it's hot listening to them? Hearing you seems to be spurring him on if you ask me."

Paul didn't let on he knew it was her husband but the goading worked, Sam felt a thrill at her husband getting turned on to hear her fuck Paul.

"Do it, put it back in me."

Sam braced herself for the discomfort but was determined to go through with this. Partly because of Tim, but mostly because she felt good giving herself to Paul. This time Paul put a little extra pressure and the head popped inside.

Sam gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain. He stayed still allowing her to adjust. Sam decided she was adjusted just fine and pushed back taking more of him in. He allowed her to dictate the rate and stayed still. She was so tight, and was constantly impaling herself a little more and a little more and he thought his cock would explode from her heat and friction.

"Slow down Sam, you'll make me blow."

A smile spread across her lips, that's exactly what she wanted.

Tim and Georgie were building up a rhythm together. He was slowly fucking in and out of her arse with a gradual increasing tempo. Both were panting and making soft mewing noises.

Sam was rocking back and forth as fast as she dare. There was still a little hurt but she was managing to ignore it and keep herself relaxed. Paul was holding onto her tiny waist and looking at his dick disappearing into her sexy round butt. It was as sexy a sight as he could every imagine and his orgasm started embarrassingly early. With a roar he plunged all the way into her and shoot his cum into her bowel. His twitching cock and hot cum set off Sam's orgasm and she screamed in joy. This was so intense, so different, so very very dirty. Her hands were clenched tight and her eyes shut. The scream became hoarse as her lungs emptied and she gasped to refill them. She thrashed her head from side to side and gushed from her pussy soaking the bed.

Tim heard his wife cumming like he'd never seen her. He and Georgie and built up a decent speed and he was slamming hard into her soft sexy pillows. The feel of her flesh against his was so erotic, so sensual. His heart thumping in his chest but his body was exhausted and he was running on adrenaline. Georgie loved anal sex but she needed a little extra to bring her off. While she and Tim thrust together she stroked her clitoris and brought herself to delicious climax. As soon as she felt it build to a point her hand reached under and cupped Tim's scrotum. She allowed her nails to scrape over the surface and triggered Tim's orgasm. He held her hips and pushed all the in and froze. His ejaculate sprayed her inner walls and finished her orgasm off beautifully. Georgie knew how to give pleasure, but she also knew a great about taking it. Her younger lover was incapable of resisting fucking her arse even when he knew his wife was in the next room being fucked by her son. It didn't get better than this.

Sam was recovering from her last orgasm and was over the moon to realise her gamble had paid off. There was still a big hard cock in her butt and a load of extra lube. Paul was flopped lay on top of her panting heavily. They stayed like that for a moment til his breathing returned to normal. Sam flexed her arse and sent shivers along Paul's cock. He laughed involuntarily and wriggled against her.

"You ready to go again you bloody nympho?"

"I can't help it, it's what you do me," 

she replied with a grin. "And I really like what you do to me. Do it again."

Paul partially with drew his cock. Some of the cum spilled out and Sam rubbed it into her pussy. He pushed back in a bit and she gasped and thrust backwards. She couldn't wait. 

"Fuck me hard Paul. I'm stretched now and can take it, fuck like you fuck my pussy. "

He applied a steady pressure as his whole 9 inches sank into her. He reached under and grabbed her hand placing it on her clit.

"This will make it even better. Best of both worlds." 

He flexed his fingers so she was stroking herself. Her breath fluttered in her chest and she gasped several times.

Paul began to fuck her arse in earnest. Slowly withdrawing half way before forcing it back home. Again and a again slightly faster, slightly harder each time. Sam had two fingers in her pussy and her thumb pressed against her clitoris. Her head was swinging from side to side and she was muttering ohgodohgod to herself. Paul's tempo was fast now and the heat of her passage was bringing him close. On and on he pounded her sexy arse. He had wanted this so bad and now this sexy married MILF was asking him to do it. 

Sam's muttering because a jumble of incoherent animal noises. Her arse burned in a wonderful way and her pussy was firing off shock waves of joy through her body. She could see the tsunami approaching and longed to feel it wash over her and sweep away. When it did the lights went out in her head. She lost consciousness for a second as her body exploded with pleasure. No senses were available other than touch, she couldn't hear and thing but her own wails, she couldn't see anything for the flashing lights inside her head.

Paul had never seen a woman cum so hard. She had surrendered wholly to lust and the sight and to be the cause had him shooting deep inside for what seemed like ever.

Tim's exhausted body had missed the sounds of his wife's second orgasm. He was fast asleep in the arms of his voluptuous vixen. She stroked his hair and kissed his cheek and lay down beside him smiling to herself.

Sam wallowed in the after glow of an exceptional orgasm. She had never felt anything like that and it took a lot out of her.

Within moments she was drifting off to a very contented sleep. 

Paul slid his arm out from under Sam and sat up. He needed a drink and headed to the kitchen. Turning from the sink he found Georgie standing in the doorway, just like him she was naked. The two smiled at each and without a word Georgie walked up to her son and kissed him. He naturally returned the kiss and their tongues were dancing together like any lovers. She broke the kiss and looked into his face, her hands caressing and stroking his firm young body. 

"Told you these two would be fun. What do you want to do with her next?"



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 1



We live in a neighborhood of small houses separated by short fencing, which enables us to look into each other's garden and share small talks. Since most of us are office goers, the timings of the departure are almost same with the result that pleasantries are usually exchanged with each other's families at the time of departure. Our neighbors are a couple with one grown up daughter. We are a bit older and our children are already away employed in different places. I have a habit of commenting on my neighbor and his wife in a friendly way and they reciprocated this. These comments are many times bordering on sexual hints.

The other day I came into garden and saw Jane, that is name of my neighbor's wife, wearing a housecoat. 'That's a new housecoat' I commented. Jane looking directly at my eyes said 'It covers a not very new body.'

'Oh no!' I said. 'It must be as good as new.' She smiled and did not respond. I must add here that I did have a crush for her and fantasized about making love to her. At times I also got a hint that she also had a soft corner for me. 

An opportunity soon came our way to find out if it is true. Her husband was out of station for a couple of days. My wife had gone to visit her sister and was due to return the next day. Jane's daughter was spending the weekend with her friends. It was afternoon when Jane called for me from across the fence and asked if we had electricity. I confirmed that is was so. 'Our house does not have electricity. Could you come and check up before I call the repairman' Jane said. I told her that I was coming. I collected the tools and fuse wire, secured the house with a hope to spend some time in her company and entered her house. I soon found the fault and restored the electricity. 'How about some tea' enquired Jane? I immediately accepted the welcome invitation and made myself comfortable in her drawing room while she went to the kitchen to prepare tea.

We seated ourselves on low sofa while she mixed and offered tea. She was wearing the same housecoat. The flaps had opened and displayed two smooth legs unto the thighs. As she bent forward to offer biscuits the upper flaps also opened a bit and displayed two circular and smooth breasts almost up to their nipples. I could not loose the opportunity and commented 'What I see confirms what I said that day- you are as good as new.' My feeling about her were also confirmed when she reacted 'How can you say unless you see my entire body'? I said 'It would be a pleasure.' The next moment Jane stood up, dropped her housecoat and stood in front of me topless with only the briefest of the brief panties. I stood up, moved in front of her, softly held her face and gave a long kiss whose intensity and passion increased with every moment. She responded with equal passion.

I am a great admirer of a woman's bosom. I love moderate size round firm globes that I can see, touch, massage lightly and suck its nipples. Jane had just the right shape and size. My hand soon moved to them by rotation, touching and massaging them. With the touch and continued deep kiss with tongues involved, she soon started breathing heavily and her hand moved to my crotch from top of my pajama. She held and moved her grip repeatedly over the length of now fully extended cock giving me immense pleasure. I moved one of my hands to the top of her panties that were already wet with her juices. I softly held her clit between my two fingers and pinched it gradually increasing its severity. The result was immediate; She bent her triangle forward tot press against my cock and threw her top body out. This gave me an opportunity to suck her nipples one by one. This made her cry with pleasure and with my increasing the intensity of both hands and mouth she soon climaxed with a stifled cry.

I do not enjoy an intercourse unless the woman is fully cooperative in enjoying it. There is no fun in just putting in your cock in a half willing cunt and moving in and out without bothering for her enjoyment. When I read the description of the so called studs, getting their cocks in and out of cunts in quick succession without loosing the erection for the whole night, I feel that to be a method to cover the complex of the writer. Sex without some aspect of enjoyment on both sides is almost cruel. Lapping up of cums in various quantities and from different cocks and cunts is another aspect of sex being made a dirty experience rather than the beautiful culmination of love between two normal and satisfied man and woman. Even the inadequacy of male in maintaining a long erection can be converted to a beautiful experience when two trusting man and woman care for each others enjoyment and supplement the effort by methods like foreplay, soft sucking of nipples, clit and cock and manipulation of clitoris to bring both of them to a near perfect climax.

As Jane had climaxed I was free from any requirement of proving myself. I lovingly pulled down her panties and moved my fingers over her soft vaginal hair, touched and kissed her clit and slowly put my tongue to play in her cunt. This restored her energy to again take part in the dance of sex, this time along with me. She pulled my pajama top and bottom, kissed my chest, nipples and navel before moving to my cock. She softly moved her fingers over it for a long time raising my excitement to a high level. She kissed the tip of my cock and then engulfed the top part in her mouth sucking and playing with her tongue giving me almost unbearable pleasure. I lifted her up, we sank down on the soft rug and she spread her legs in a welcome as well as demanding manner by repeatedly thrusting her pelvic region towards me. 

I sat down between her legs and put the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt. She sighed and again pushed herself up. The entrance was already wet due to her earlier cum and slowly moved the cock in taking, as much time as was possible realizing my eagerness to have her. When fully in, I remained motionless for some time to record that moment in my memory and then started to move with increasing speed until she cried out saying she is about to cum. I was already almost there and moved in and out faster till we climaxed almost together and fell in each other's arms in total enjoyment, fulfillment and exhaustion.



Love Thy Neighbour Ch. 2



Since we were going to be alone until tomorrow, we decided to spend the night together. We had leisurely dinner, some music and sat down in the sitting room for some time, kissing and caressing like young lovers. This soon resulted in our partial unclothing that we completed in the bedroom. 

Contrary to our earlier love making when we were hungry for each other and had no patience, this time I wanted to discover every part of her glorious body. I started from her beautiful feet kissing each finger and moved upwards to her long smooth legs. After spending long years with your wife you always find the body of your lover attracting as it is yet to be explored. She was particularly sensitive to my kissing the underneath of her knees. This made her twist her body giving different angles to her pussy that was already glistening with her juices. I kept watching and continued my exploration without touching either her cunt or clit. I moved my hot kisses to her smooth thighs and spent some time in kissing the inner thighs moving in small steps to her love triangle. I bypassed it and moved to the top of her triangle playing with the blond hair above it with my fingers. 

She was lifting her pelvic region in ecstasy but I ignored it and moved to her belly button. I circled it a few times and shifted my attention to the valley between the two globes. As I said earlier, I like the naked breasts of a woman whose one glimpse makes my cock stand up. So it was natural that I spent a lot of time circling them one by one with my kisses and then moving to the nipples. I sucked and pinched them and tried to take in my mouth as much of her breast as possible. My hands were also occupied, one moved to her clit manipulating and pinching it softly and the other below her holding and caressing one of her round ass. She was pressing my head to them and wanted me to suck her nipples harder until she cried out with her first cum that night. I sealed this with a long but soft kiss on her lips that also allowed her to get some rest.

She asked me to lie down and relax while she commenced her paying me back for my exertion in the same manner. She followed a similar course on my body. A man's body does not have many areas as sensitive as that of a woman. Not many like their nipples to be sucked. So the maximum attention is to the cock. My cock was already hard and ready for any battle. She measured its length and circumference with her mouth using adjacent kisses as the measuring scale. This was repeatedly checked to confirm the result before she put her lips to the fountainhead, just the tip of it. Oh what pleasure this gave to me! I did not move and in spite of the excitement resulting from this touch just loosened my body to relax and enjoy the feeling to the maximum extent. She thereafter took grater portion of my cock in her mouth and started to suck with a hunger, which can only be felt to be believed. The result was further rise in my excitement level to the point of explosion. 

I do not enjoy immensely masturbation by a woman's mouth. The best place for the cock to cum is in her invitingly wet pussy and not her mouth. Kissing yes but not the climax since one feels cheated by this of the supreme pleasure of Cumming in a woman's cunt especially if she also simultaneously has a climax. So I just pulled her up and made her sit on me in such a manner that her pussy was a few inches from the tip of my cock. I massaged her breasts and alternately fingered her clit and asshole. The effect was instantaneous as she writhed and sighed and held my cock in her hand and started to ride it. I made her suck the cock in her wet pussy in stages to get the maximum enjoyment until it was filling her to the hilt. She stayed still while I kept her pressed by pressing her bums to my thighs. I released the pressure after what seemed like a long time to signal her to commence the to and fro movement of her pussy riding my cock. The frequency and the jerk both gradually increased until we both cried out the approach of our climax. It was a fantastic feeling to climax almost at the same moment with my cock pressed inside her cunt so as to reach her deepest point. 

Oh what a feeling! It has to be experienced to be fully appreciated. The sexual satisfaction at this stage is so great that one relaxes even though a few moments ago the blood pressure must have reached dangerous level.

Not being very young and used to moderation, we just remained in each other's arms and slept. 

In the morning I got up early, as is my habit and walked to the door after putting on my clothes to go to my house. It was a shock of my life when I passed the room of their grown up daughter. I expected it to be empty but what I saw left me wide eyed. There she was sleeping peacefully in her bed. She could have easily entered as she had a key of the house. She must have come to her mother's bedroom, as she knew her father was out of station, and would have found us in each other's arms. I swiftly moved to my house as Jane was still asleep and waking her up would not make any difference. I waited for the consequences to emerge in due course.



Love Thy Neighbour: Lori



Love Thy Neighbor is a series of stories about the ladies in my neighborhood. Watch for further neighborhood tales as they come up!

Lori was your typical 24/7 Mom. Besides taking her two kids to school, She was the "taxi" driver for the soccer team. Other times it was a rush for piano lessons. Lori had no help from her husband Mike. He was a computer technician and was on the road traveling all over the world. She was the handyman around their house, fixing this and fixing that.

I was driving home and noticed Lori busy at work in the sweltering sun. After parking my car, I wandered over to her yard.

"Keeping Busy again?" I asked her.

"Not again, still." Panted Lori as she plopped a bag of weeds and rubbish onto the curb, "It seems to never end."

"Hmm you need a break, why don't you, Mike and the kids drop over for dinner. I'll do a Bar-B-Que and make up a pitcher of Long Island Ice Teas." I offered.

"Mike's in Philadelphia for a week, Deans soccer practice is over at 4:00 and then I drive him to a friends, for a sleep over, and Tanya's away for the weekend." Listed Lori, "The revolving door doesn't stop."

"Okay, so why don't you pop over after you drop Dean for his sleepover." Cooking for one is always a hassle." I told her.

Lori thought for a moment. "Okay, I could handle a dinner and a drink. Wow a free evening."

"Excellent I'll see you shortly after five." I told her.

My Long Island Ice teas are not the cheap mix types. I mix mine from scratch. I use an ounce of Gin, Rum, Vodka and Triple Sec, with Orange Juice, Lemon Juice and Coke. Each drink is four ounces of liquor. They taste great, go down smooth, but they do sneak up on you.

I threw some potatoes on the B.B.Q to bake and got out some Baby Back ribs to throw on as well. I made up the pitcher of Long Islands just as Lori arrived at 5:00.

"Hi Neighbor, Pour me that drink." She ordered in an enthusiastic voice.

"Coming right up." I said as I flipped the ice into the glasses.

Lori looked great all cleaned up. She was wearing a tight tee shirt with no bra. She squeezed herself into a tight pair of cutoffs. Lori was no Barbie doll. She was a bigger woman, but was well proportioned. She could have been one of those Diva wrestlers on TV. She wasn't fat but was big, big breasts, big waist, and big hips.

"Here you go." I said, handing her the drink. "Here's to relaxing time."

"Here's to a breather." Replied Lori clinking her glass with mine.

We idly chatted a bit as I cooked the ribs and potato. I had some carrots cooking on the side burner to round out the meal. Before long Lori had finished her drink before I was even half way through.

"That was good, any refills?" She asked.

"Absolutely!" I replied as I went to the fridge to refill her drink.

"This is so good and refreshing; I could have used this when I was cleaning out the flower beds." She stated.

I was finally finished cooking the meal, and had dished everything out to our plates. To my amazement Lori was ready for another refill. I swallowed back the remains of my first glass and refilled both glasses again. 

We chatted a bit during dinner, only stopping to refill Lori's glass again.

"You better slow down a bit," I warned her, "Or I'll end up having to carry you home."

"Ha not a chance, Mike says I'm too fat, so you won't carry me anywhere." She slurred back.

"Fat?" I questioned, "You are a well proportioned lady. He can't call you fat."

"Well, let me tell you something." She babbled on, "Mike says he never has to worry about me sleeping around because no other man would want to sleep with a big fat broad."

"Oh stop it, Give yourself more credit than that." I reassured her, "Mike isn't very appreciative of you. I bet you could head down to the Shark Club and go home with any guy you want."

"Really," Pondered Lori as she thought for a moment, and then with a big smile she said "So single man how about it?"

"How about what?" I said, almost figuring out where this was going.

"So how about you pick me up for a little fun?" She offered.

"Okay you're on." I said thinking she would chicken out with my bold acceptance. "Your place or mine?"

Before I had finished my sentence, Lori whipped off her tee shirt and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss. Her skin felt smooth and cool considering how warm it was out side. She fumbled with my jeans as we fell onto the patio swing.

"Ah, shouldn't we head inside, what would the neighbors say?" I tried to tell her.

"Fuck the neighbors, I'd love to fuck out side in the fresh air. Mike is such an old fart; he'd never consider such a thing."

Before I could change her mind, she had my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She quickly moved to my swollen cock and began giving me a good tonguing. 

"Another thing, Mike would make me use mouthwash after a blow job, what an old coot." She complained and then resumed her oral offering. Lori was an expert at giving head. She knew how to lick and rub and was creating a great feeling. As much as I was trying to slow her down I couldn't contain myself. I soon spewed my load into her mouth. She couldn't swallow fast enough so I continued to spew my sticky cum all over her breasts. Before I could offer assistance, she took her big sticky breasts and licked my cum off of them.

"Hmmm, what's that slogan? Finger licking good." She giggled as she sat on the swing with me.

I kissed her passionately, tasting some of my salty residue. I unbuttoned her cutoffs and slipped my hand inside of her cutoffs. Her panties were soaking wet. I pushed the cutoffs and panties past her ass. Once they reached her ankles Lori flipped them off onto the sundeck.

I teased her clit with my fingers until Lori impatiently pushed my fingers inside of her pussy.

"Patience my dear." I told her as I kissed my way down her neck lingering at her breasts to suck and bite until they became rock hard. "I have a few things you might like."

As I slid two fingers deep inside of Lori, creating a moan of pleasure, my tongue left her breasts on route to her sensitive clit. I assailed her clit with my tongue as my fingers pumped her pussy. Lori used her hands to play with her swollen breasts, and soon all the sensations were convulsing her body. Soon she screamed with pleasure as she thrust her hips into my face. I ignored her orgasm and continued to lick and suck her clit as my fingers slid in and out of her.

"Put your cock inside me now, I want it now." She ordered.

I laughed and ignored her, continuing my oral assault. Well my earlier description of her being a wrestler now came into fact. She easily flipped me off of her, and wrestled me onto my back on the hard wooded sun deck. She straddled my cock, and using my cock as a skewer for her wet hot hole slammed herself hard onto me. She fucked me hard like a bronco rider. At the same time I could feel her pussy muscles squeeze my cock as she came a few more times. She kept pumping away until I shot my load deep inside of her. She continued to ride me using her pussy to milk me dry.

"Hmmm neighbor, that's what a busy girl needs in her schedule." She told me.

"I'll keep the Long Islands on Ice." I laughed. "Come on inside, I've got a few more things to show you."

As I led her inside to the bedroom, I knew the neighborhood would never be the same.

Other Neighbors: Dawn, Elaine, Renee, Maggie, Miranda, Debbie, watch for another story soon...



Love Thy Neighbour: Renee



Love Thy Neighbor is a series of stories about the ladies in my neighborhood. Watch for further neighborhood tales as they come up!

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"This boredom is driving me crazy!" Whined Renee as she reflected on her very boring, frustrated life. "Jerry has lost his luster, Hell, he never had any."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her as I poured another Long Island Ice Tea into her glass. "You guys have the perfect family."

"Perfect?" Snorted Renee, "Let me tell you a few things, Bucko."

Renee took another large gulp of her drink. She was a very tall, beautiful blond with a very tight figure. For a Mother of four kids she had the body of a fresh young teenager. She had an outgoing personality, very social and had visited me numerous times to chat about a variety of topics. But this time was different; she never talked about her personal stuff.

"Jerry is so boring," She slurred her words a bit, "Did you know we don't have sex other than the missionary position?"

"That's a lot more information that I really need to know." I replied with a smile.

"Don't be coy with me," She slurred back, "I've seen the various women spending the night, and in fact I might even recall Lori down the block spending a night or two."

It was my turned to be startled. I hadn't realized she had been observing my goings on over the last few weeks.

"In fact," She smiled wickedly as she grabbed the front collar of my shirt, "I bet you could add a bit of excitement that I've been missing."

"Renee," I responded, "You've had a lot to drink on this visit, be careful what you wish for."

She grabbed my collar tighter and led me from the patio inside.

"I know what I need, and where to get it." She replied.

She pushed me onto the sofa. She reached for my trousers and had them down to my knees in seconds. She smiled, as her hands played with my ever-rising erection.

"You know, Jerry is so religious, he's totally against oral sex. I want to taste you, I'm going to make you come all over my mouth and lips." She promised.

I could only sit back and watch her magic. She skillfully licked my throbbing cock. She used one of her hands to gently squeeze and caress my balls, while the other stroked my hard shaft. Her tongue sensually worked its magic, as she would lick the slit of the tip of my penis. 

"Why don't you drop your drawers so I can return the favor, you know, a little sixty-nine." I suggested.

"You'd do that for me?" She paused for a moment before shedding off her clothing. "Jerry never does that."

I kicked my remaining clothes off, and lay down on my back on the sofa. Renee straddled my face, positioning each of her knees by my ears. I could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy as she lowered her mound onto my face. I dipped my tongue into her hot wet snatch. Tasting her love juices. I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently playing with it with my teeth and tongue. I used both hands to gently caress her buttocks as my mouth worked its magic.

Meanwhile Renee continued to lick and tease my cock. She continued to stroke my fully erect hard-on. Her finger brushed past my tight ass-hole as her expert licking continued to arouse me. Her tongue worked her magic, as my pulse quickened with excitement. Not to be distracted I stretched my tongue deep into her pussy, while moving my thumb to finger her clit. Renee let out a moan, as her juices trickled down the inside of her thighs. Without warning, her legs squeezed my head as she reached orgasm, drenching me with her juices. I hungrily licked them up, while maintaining my digital assault on her clit.

"I'm going to ride you." Promised Renee, as she swung her legs around and quickly impaled her pussy on my hardened penis. 

She grabbed to handfuls of hair and skin on my chest as she wildly rode my cock. She bounced so high; She almost came off a couple of times. She moaned and smiled as she looked down from her "saddle".

"Cum you bastard, fill my cunt with your cum. I want you to shoot your load into me." Renee urged me on as she continued her wild bronco ride. Her pelvis was smacking loudly on my body as she thrust her wet, wild pussy on my cock. I couldn't take much more, and as she reached her second orgasm, her pussy was tightening around my cock; I let go with a hot blast of cum and bucked my hips to meet hers, as both our orgasms came within seconds of each other. She continued to fuck me as my cock spewed cum inside of her. She collapsed on top of me, and gave me a passionate kiss, as I wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm going to come visit you more often." Renee told me.

"Anytime." I replied, "Anytime."

*

Other Neighbors: Dawn, Elaine, Renee, Maggie, Miranda, Debbie, watch for another story soon...



Love Thy Neighbour's Daughter



The presence of her daughter in the house when I was leaving her house early morning after spending a wonderful night with her mother made me worried. Had she seen us or did she just returned and went to sleep in her bedroom? I quickly got ready in my house, finished my breakfast and decided to spend the major part of Sunday visiting the Zoo to get my thoughts together. I roamed around and as it approached noon decided to have something to eat in the attached canteen. Another shock awaited me while I was having a cup of tea. There in a corner was sitting the daughter of my neighbor sipping a cup of tea. There was no possibility of my avoiding her so I decided to play cool and waived at her. She immediately responded and moved over to my table. To continue my bravado I asked her how she spent her day yesterday. She informed that she had gone to her friend's place to attend her twenty-first birthday party (She had hers a few days back). She wanted to spend the weekend with her friend but had to return last night itself as the friend had to urgently go somewhere. I heaved a sigh of relief presuming that she directly went to bed on return from her friend's place. 

She asked about my day knowing that my wife was out of station. As I started to make up a story, she interrupted me and said " Come on, I know you were having the time of your life with my mother". I asked her as to did mummy know about her seeing us together. She replied in the negative but added that she will soon know unless I accept her condition. I asked what would be the condition. Her condition shocked me to silence. She wanted me repeat the last night's lovemaking but this time with her! The thought excited me having the pleasure of making love both to the neighbor as well as her daughter. I said 'you are really crafty, but would it not be better if you choose a younger man.' She informed me that she already had a crush on me and after what she saw yesterday I wanted to meet you as early as possible hence I followed you here. 

She said 'Last night when I came in using my spare key, I first walked to Mom's bedroom and peeped in to see if she had gone to sleep. Instead I saw your large cock positioned just at the entrance of her wet pussy about to enter it. First I wanted to return to my room but than decided to watch the show. Oh how you entered her slowly making her enjoy each moment while periodically massaging her breasts and pressing her ass. As your cock hit the end of the tunnel Mom shouted in ecstasy and told you not to stop but fuck her real bad. The sight of in out movement of your cock in Mom's pussy and the increasing tempo made me pull down my panties and rubbing my clit in unison with your movement. This sight excited me, the first time I saw another person being fucked in my presence. (At times it is more exciting to see somebody being fucked than being part of the act yourself). I came almost simultaneously with my mother. At this point I withdrew, went to my room and continued thinking of your cock which I so much wanted inside my cunt then and there.'

She informed me that Mom is going out this afternoon and wanted me to spend the afternoon making love to her. We reached her home and soon after closing the door she came into my arms. I softly touched her eyes, nose cheeks and finally her inviting lips with my lips. I repeatedly kissed her with increasing passion. Her warm body pressing against me caused my cock to rise and press against my underwear. I started rotating my pelvic portion against her pelvic area almost feeling her pussy with my cocks tip through the clothes. To add to the pressure my hands were on her round young bums whom I caressed in the same rhythm. She started breathing heavily and pulled out her top jacket. My one hand moved to cup her young but firm breast through the lacy bra. I massaged it in a soft round motion. Her hand was now on my crotch and soon opened the zip to hold the hard cock in her hand. At this point I carried her half lifting to her bedroom. 

I first disrobed her admiring every portion of her smooth and young body. The sight of her breasts made my heart rate rise. The removal of her panties was a deliberate slow process to have the first time look at her mould, public hair, clit and finally the vagina that was already wet with the first cum during our rotating unison at the door. She was keeping her eyes closed during this but when I started removing my clothes, she could not help but see me with half open eyes as my hard cock became visible. She sat down and took it in her hands admiring it and softly kissing its tip. I also bent down and kissed her deeply pushing my tongue in her inviting open mouth and playing with her tongue. I made her lie down and started to kiss her further down her throat and the breasts. I spent long time in kissing, holding in my mouth and finally sucking her nipples one by one. She sighed loudly pressing my mouth to her breasts. My lips then trailed down the path to her navel, then the top of the mould and finally to her clit. She literally jumped up when I took her clit in my mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming to her and she started to pull my cock towards her cunt. I continued my lip journey to her cunt before lifting myself and placing myself in front of her between her legs. 

The sight of a young girl opening her legs wide with the cunt clearly visible, the breasts rising and falling in quick rhythm, eyes looking at the hard cock, hands lying in side, lips half open, these are sights that can make any man excited and hungry for the cunt to enter it and pump it with all his might. This probably makes him feel as being the stronger sex. The enjoyment in fucking in unison with your partner is what gives rise to the love symphony. 

I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt and slowly entered a bit by bit all the time looking at her to see that she is with me. I did not get any barrier as she already had a few boy friends. I took as much time as I could to fully enter her cunt that was still quite tight. The sight of the cock fully disappearing in an inviting cunt is yet another most satisfying feeling. I stayed motionless to enable both of us to extend the period of enjoyment of my first full cock entry in her cunt. The subsequent fucking, usually, does not have this unique feeling. She was obviously enjoying that became clear when she said during this deliberate pause in our fuck. My boy friends seemed to be in some sort of hurry. The first one was painful and he was so frightened that he could not look in my eyes for quite some time. The second one was more interested in relieving his cock. The third did give me some satisfaction but he did not have the experience to bring out the joy of fucking. 

This 'fucking' talk was making my old cock a bit unhappy so I started the in out movement to the pleasure of both of us. I could sort of feel that both my cock and her cunt, who were bored by our talk, started smiling and generating that special type of love cream which made their union smoother and also enhanced our pleasure. I punctuated this with long passionate kisses on her inviting lips and nipples. To quicken her pace of reaching climax I simultaneously rubbed her clit from its top while my cock was already rubbing the bottom surface. She blurted out 'Oh it is so divine, give me more of it, pump me hard, and fuck my pussy as it has never been fucked before.' She continued 'More! More! And More! What is happening to me? Ohhhhhhhhhhh...' She gave out a cry and shuddered with her climax. I had also reached my limit of holding back and filled her cunt with my cock to the hilt and ejaculated with my cum which filled her to the brim. We rested in each other's arms for some time and left her to enjoy her post fucking sleep. I did not want to take a risk, as our respective ladies of the house were to return soon.