2 comments/ 84124 views/ 3 favorites My Neighbor Has Needs By: worshipper622 Introduction Some simple background information always makes for easier reading. This story is true. Name and detail changes have been necessary for obvious reasons. To set the stage, we had known each other for years. She was in the midst of trial separation, I had just ended a long-term dating relationship; she had children, and we were both, quite obviously, in the need of affection - the kind of affection one can only get through intimacy. We were both vulnerable for what happened - starving for physical contact. Marie was an absolutely beautiful 35 year-old woman. Trim, but not toned. She was the mother of three young children. She had kept herself trim by watching her intake. She did not, however, freak about working out. As for myself, I was 28. I lived next door in the house where I grew up. When I was 25, my parents had been killed in an accident while on vacation, so the house was left to me. I'm a self-described average guy. Average in height, weight, and yes, length of cock. I'm not going to tell you that I carry 8 or 9 inches, because I don't. So what did we do? We became lovers of convenience, or what today would be referred to as "fuck buddies." The Beginning Marie and I had always hit it off well. Our contact was always what would be considered appropriate – you know, the kiss-on-the-cheek greeting, the occasional hug. There was, however, that sixth-sense nature in our relationship. Each seemed to know what the other was thinking, about to say, or might do. I had always been the go-to guy for Marie. Odd jobs never having been Joe's forte, I'd get the call, before and after he left the scene. It was a warm, early November day on the cape, nothing telltale in that, we could have been sweltering or up to our asses in snow. Marie gave me a call and asked that I look into why a slider wasn't closing properly. Nothing major, it had just slipped off the track. I had it fixed in minutes. Rather than head out the door, I sat to have a cocktail with her. Conversation led to how we were dealing with our lives, and of course, since we had that knowing relationship, the subject of sex crept right into the dialogue. I had always marveled at how easily we handled what others would think of as very personal subject matter. In the beginning, I was the one asking the pointed questions. In time, she followed suit with little effort. A typical conversation, laced with laughter and rib-poking, would carry such phrases as "How's your dick handling all that hand action?" I would follow with "Not bad, have you been giving yourself a workout with those dildos?" We had that relationship that wasn't about disarming the other, but rather lowering the formality to a comfort level. We could discuss things that to others would be taboo. While having our second cocktail, and getting a little loser, we started confiding to one another about our mutual horniness, and our frequent solo releases. She wanted to know how often I did it, and of course, I wanted to know all about her self-satisfaction schedule. Could I watch? Could I help? She asked the same questions of me. It was all talk, or so we convinced ourselves inwardly. Neither of us had gotten laid in two months and we were definitely feeling it. We teased each other with innuendo to the point where, without so much as a handshake, I thought I'd cum in my pants. I had to leave. When I got up, I gave her a kiss goodnight, but the kiss didn't break. Our usual quick peck became a full-fledged, spit-swapping tongue dual that left us both breathless. I'd never felt that much blood rush to my cock so quickly. When our lips parted we were both wondering what had just happened. Before we could advance or retreat however, we heard noises from the playroom that had to be dealt with soon. Marie's children, aged 9, 7, & 5, had been watching a movie on their VHS, and were about to head up to bed. My presence was not out of character. I was always Uncle Will from next door. Marie quickly put them to bed, leaving us to, at first awkwardly, then comfortably, talk about what had happened and where it might lead. We sat next to each other in her darkened living room talking quietly, making the conversation last until we knew the kids would be asleep, or at least that's how I saw it. When we came together again, we were all hands. I couldn't take it any longer, so I just leaned in and kissed her, hard! I know, it was supposed to be gentle and slow, warm and intimate, but we were both love-starved. No, I take that back, we were sex starved! With the confidence usually shared between longtime lovers, we removed each other's clothes, pausing only to pay homage, if you will, to a particular asset. Marie was small-breasted, just filling a B cup. Her nipples however were conical and long, and more sensitive than any I've made love to, before or since. She could have an explosive orgasm through nipple stimulation alone. I know because she had several before I ever got to her belt buckle. When I did get that buckle open and slid her jeans down, her white cotton panties were soaked through. Even her jeans were wet. I stayed at eye level to her pussy as I lowered her panties. She had quite a growth of pubic hair, but that didn't deter me. I lowered her back down onto the edge of the sofa then feasted on that wonderfully tasting center of her sex. She gasped loudly, "What are you doing?" I suppose I had a bewildered look when I responded that I was eating her pussy. That bewildered look turned to shock when she confided that she'd never been eaten before. I knew that Joe had been her high school sweetheart, but I didn't know she'd been a virgin walking down the aisle. If I had, I wouldn't have been surprised to discover that a little oral action, even as a form of foreplay, had never been offered by either. He had even told her that he thought licking her pussy to be unsanitary – his loss, my gain! Wow! I tongue-loved her clitoris for at least a half hour. She was breathless, but not so much so that she didn't ask me to fuck her. Her words! So, fuck her, I did, and filled her with an enormous load. When the urgency decreased, we slowed to a tempo more consistent with making love. We never slept a wink, but never broke away from each other for almost four hours. Yes, we'd take a breather, but we'd talk & touch, then kiss & fondle. She brought me back to full, bursting rigidity six times that evening before she made the decision that we should save some for the next day. Truth be told, we were both sore. But, even then, we stayed in each other's arms for a long time. Marie's inexperience left me perplexed, so I asked about it. Joe was her first and only bedmate (as it turned out, I was her lover). She started to quiver when we talked about her feelings when I ate her. She said she'd never felt anything like it. Joe had masturbated her (somewhat), but had never brought her to the heights she'd just reached. She wanted to know how I was able to stand having so much hair in my mouth. I told her the first thing that came to mind, "let me give you a trim the next time. We'll both enjoy the feeling, even more." She paused, then said, "we'll see." I discovered much later, she wasn't considering whether or not to do it, but rather how much to do. It seems I was unleashing a tigress and didn't know it. As I said earlier on, I'm the average 6-inch guy. I've been told that my thickness is what separates me from others. I've never even tried to determine my circumference. What I rely upon is the fact that Marie was never able to get her hand completely around it. When I finally did get up to leave that night (it was morning, actually), it wasn't until she'd lovingly bathed my cock and balls. She handled it (me) as you would handle a treasure. She said, "I'm taking very special care of this. It's given me so much pleasure, I don't know what else to do." Of course, I bathed her as well. And yes, when she allowed her eyes to briefly close, I managed to slide my tongue across her clitoris one more time. That brought her back to reality rather quickly. She jumped to her feet, telling me that she'd be bleeding for a week if we ventured back to lovemaking. In all of her nakedness, she walked me through her darkened house to the back door. When we kissed, my hands lingered softly on her butt cheeks. We almost couldn't break contact, but part we did, with promises from us both that we'd talk tomorrow morning (she'd call me) after her children were off to school. Neither of us found any difficulty falling into a deep sleep that night. We had both reached indescribable levels of orgasmic release. It's a wonder we hadn't just passed out. The Next Day I awoke with Marie's call. I was sure she'd still be tucked in, were it not for getting the kids off to school. She wanted to come over and talk. Being a work-at-home manufacturers' rep, I was there most of the time. Marie stopping over was not unusual or unwelcome. We set a time, allowing me to make myself presentable. Marie showed up about 9:15, coffee in hand. If you can be bubbly and shy all at the same, she was that. Someone else might be confused, but not me. The bubbly aspect had everything to do with just having visited new levels of release. The shy side was all about how we would handle our new relationship. I handled that right away. I took her softly into my arms, kissed her deeply, not roughly, and then told her that I had had the best experience of my life with her. I told her that I hoped she felt the same. But, if she didn't, I wanted to know right now so as not to ruin our friendship. We talked, just talked, for an hour and a half. Basically, we talked about her separation, and whether they would get back together. She hoped that they would. She was most concerned for her children, and wanted them growing up with their biological father at home with them. I understood. Joe was still out there somewhere, finding himself. She wasn't sure when he might come back. It wouldn't be soon. He was overseas. As an engineer, he often traveled abroad in his position as a troubleshooter in oil exploration. When the dust settled, we agreed that we would continue to visit just as we had last night, as often as either of us wanted. I confessed that I'd probably be knocking on her door more often than she on mine. She countered with, "Really, well who knocked on whose door this morning?" Then she just about knocked me over with her next comment. "You know, Will, if you're going to continue eating my pussy – and I hope you do – you're going to have to give me a haircut. I don't want it all off. I have to stay respectable, you know, for my doctor, and Joe for when he comes back." "So what's respectable?" That immediate reply was a change in the conversation tempo. She answered, "well, you know." "No, I don't. Show me." "Right here, now?" she replied. "You want me to show you? You want me to strip?" "Just your pants and underwear will do," I said. I had all the tools at hand for this little procedure. My former girlfriend liked to be baby-smooth, and I was her barber. I explained my experience level, and Marie seemed very much at ease with the situation. She was a little shy about it, but complied, and soon I was once again looking into that thick forest. I had her sit on the edge of the couch, and explained that just thinning the upper part would leave her with the "respectable" amount of hair she had talked about. My drawing a pattern with my finger sent a bit of a shiver through her. I explained that if we left a thinned-out patch above her pussy, in the shape of an inverted triangle, and then cleaned everything else off, she'd be happy and comfortable with the look, no matter who saw it. She started getting a little shy again, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. I broke her trance saying, "Stay right here, we'll have this done in 15 minutes." Before she could react, I was kneeling between her now-spread legs, working my battery operated mustache trimmer with length attachment. Of course, the trimmer was having the expected (and desired) effect on her. She was becoming noticeably wet. I achieved the maximum trim, and then got out my shaving mug and brush. Again, Marie showed some hesitation, but this time from the fear of a razor blade being worked so close to her most tender of lips. I assured her of my experience and the level of care I would use. I placed a hot washcloth over her entire pubic area, then repeated the same procedure twice more. I wanted the remaining hair to be soft and receptive to the razor. When I lathered her, I did so from just above her triangle, all the way down to her cute little rosebud. She wanted to know why I was way 'down there', but I just told her I needed plenty of lather to work with and not to distract me with questions right now. Boy, did that get her attention. She didn't move a muscle or breathe another word for the next 5 minutes. I sensed that she wanted to say something, especially when I shaved her all the way down to and including the hair on her ass. She stayed still, out of fear of distracting me. After finishing, I once again gave her the washcloth treatment, and then passed her a hand mirror. As she was inspecting herself, I was putting away my tools and noticed something in my bag that my former girlfriend had liked. I had several of these little teasers in my bag, all new and in packages. I thought this would be a good time to introduce Marie to a little kink. She started to get up, but I stopped her, saying I should be allowed to sample my handiwork while it was fresh. I went right down on her, licking and sucking. She was already hotter than a fire poker and melted at my touch. While I was sucking her clit, I was applying a little Vaseline around her rosebud, telling her when she asked that I was applying something that would save her from any discomfort associated with having just been shaved there. She seemed okay with that explanation and went back to enjoying my ministrations. When I got her to the edge of explosion, I inserted into her ass that little teaser I referred to earlier. It was one of those gum rubber baby pacifiers. While she was cumming, I worked it slightly in & out while I continued sucking her clit. She went absolutely wild. I stayed with her, and let me tell you, it was like breaking a horse. I was surprised she hadn't loosened my teeth. When she came back to earth, she wanted to know what was in her. Initially, I identified it as just a teaser, but she pressed on to the point where I was about to tell her what it was. "Before I tell you, look me in the eye and tell me whether you liked it." She hesitated, said that it shocked her when she realized I had inserted something. It hadn't hurt, but she didn't know if she'd want it done again. Of course, I hadn't removed it yet, so I gave it a slight turn. That's all I did, and she had another orgasm. She didn't realize it yet, but she was definitely hot for anal sex. She needed time to figure that out by herself, so I told her, "I don't ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Until we get totally aware of each other's likes and desires, we need rules. From now on if you want me to play with your ass, you'll have to come right out and ask. If you want this pacifier again, you'll have to say 'I want the teaser in my ass, Make me cum with it!' I'll probably make you beg for it. I'll want to be sure." "You're going to make me beg?" "Oh yes! Like right now, I know that you are hot and ready to be fucked. I also know that I'm going to do it, but I know how much hotter it'll be for both of us if you beg me to fuck you. It'll make me feel that I've satisfied you so much that only a hard fuck will reward me properly." I thought I had fucked up! She didn't say anything, just stared. Then she blew me away. She looked me square in the eye and said, "Please fuck me, and fuck me hard! I need it so badly I can't stand it. You do things to me that I'm not accustomed to, but I want more! And Will...leave that teaser in my ass. It's starting to feel really good." We fucked like that for a good ten minutes. She had multiple orgasms. Even she said she couldn't keep track. Her sensitivity level was such that she probably had only one orgasm, with peaks and valleys. The final wave rippled through her with such intensity that I was literally milked of my cum. I'd never had experienced a sensation like that. We rested after that. I quietly, and without any mention, removed the teaser. Her only reaction was a soothing, contented moan. She looked into my eyes and said, "I hope that was an adequate sampling of your reward." Oh, what a morning it had been! My neighbor & I had turned a corner in our relationship. We had spent most of the last 18 hours exploring one another's bodies and sexual needs. Here we now were, in my den, very comfortable & nonchalant with our mutual nudity. Marie excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was gone for a long enough time that I started to wonder. Then she appeared, and with that winning grin, said, "You know, I really like this new look. Since I can remember, going back to the very first time I trimmed myself for a bathing suit, I wondered if I would look sexy with it all shaved off." As she spoke, she was still looking downward. Her fingers were spreading her lips, trying to gain that extra line of sight. In the process, she dragged a finger up along those lips and across her clit. Without any hesitation, she passed her finger over it a couple of more times, each time remarking on how good it felt to be shaved, and with each touch shuddering a sign of self-gratification. She looked so hot and agitated that I had to do something. I excused myself, saying I'd be right back. I went into my bedroom to get my video camera. Man, those things were big back then. I wanted to make a film of Marie, but wasn't sure what her reaction might be. I decided on a little bit of short-term secrecy. I placed the camera within my bookshelves, pointing it toward my bed. I then put it on "record," turned on some soft music to camouflage its "whir," covered the record light from view, and then went back out to the den. She was right where I had left her, lightly touching herself, but mindful of her surroundings. I sat down, putting an arm around her. As I drew her into my side she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. I asked her to replace them, saying how much I was enjoying watching her. It was obvious that she felt a little awkward, and just laid her hands back in her lap. Now was the opportunity. I got up, took her by the hand while picking up our clothing, and led her off to my bedroom. She jumped up on my bed, with a little well-placed prod, and settled right back. What a sight she was. I think I had always envisioned her in my bed, but hadn't obsessed with it. Unexpectedly, my phone rang. I answered, finding one of my clients on the other end. We talked for a moment about an order they had placed with me several weeks before. They wanted to expedite the shipment. I promised a return call within 30 minutes. After hanging up, I leaned over, kissed Marie lightly, and said that I'd really like to make passionate love to her again. "I have to make these calls, but while I'm in my office, I want you to keep this warm." With that, I took her hand and placed it over her pussy. "I know you're still horny. I'm still horny. While I'm taking care of this customer, I want you to play with your pussy & clit. Bring yourself to orgasm imagining that I'm watching you. I won't be, of course, but I'm betting that the thought will make you really hot. I want you to come while I'm making my calls. Promise you'll do that for me." Marie's hands were already moving. She was almost trance-like. She looked at me and said, " This won't take long!" As I kissed her cheek, I whispered in her ear, "Then just keep cumming until I get back. I want you to cum as many times as you want. No! I want you to cum as many times as you can! When I get back, I want you to tell me what you fantasized about while you were masturbating." My Neighbor Has Needs Ch. 02 Note: You really need to read the first installment of this story. It isn't numbered, but since there's only one other story, MOST of you will be able to figure it out. * When I got back from the gym the next morning, there was a message to call Marie. She wanted to see me today. I needed to accomplish some business work, and some housework, and then take a shower. She needed to do take care of some personal banking business, do some housework, and take a shower. At her suggestion, we'd do our respective chores, then she'd come over to my house where we'd shower together. Wow! This woman was starting to sizzle! There was a knock on my door, as it was being opened. "Hi Will, I'm finally here." "Hey beautiful, I'm glad you're here. I really need that shower. Let's jump in." We both started shedding clothes, and of course, I started sprouting wood. "You're always hard," Marie giggled. "Actually, when you're around, I'm always on the verge of being hard," I replied, "all you only need to do something sexy, and it's up scope!" She laughed. We jumped into the shower, and lathered each other briskly before turning to gentleness & loving. I attempted to touch her pussy, but was quickly stopped. "I need some serious downtime there, or I'll be in the hospital," she said. "You already know, however, that I'm aroused other ways, and I certainly know how to satisfy you, so let's just give my pussy a rest, ok?" "Ok," I said, "but the twinkle in your eye says you've been fantasizing. What do you have in mind?" Marie just couldn't hold her water! The unspeakable urge to satisfy, and be satisfied was so foreign to her, that now being close to someone who promoted it, just about brought tears to her eyes. Of course, at first I thought something to be wrong, but she quelled that thought quickly by confessing she'd not slept most of last night, fantasizing about anal sex. Anything and everything that we'd done together thus far had been so mind-numbingly erotic that she couldn't imagine anal sex would be anything but the same. The teaser went a long way toward stimulating those nerves endings she didn't know she had. Now she wanted to know what the next level might bring. My former girlfriend, as I alluded to earlier, was somewhat adventuresome, so I did have some fantasies of my own when it came to Marie. It was time to assist her further in her quest to experience mutual depravity. As we lathered, rinsed, nibbled, and kissed, I told her that I also might be a little tender -- too tender, in fact to participate in fucking her anally. I interrupted her pout with a "but," quickly regaining her full attention. "Are you familiar with strap-ons," I asked? Well, it was pin-drop time again. After she came out of her momentary stupor, she admitted to knowing what they were, but since she NEVER had any lesbian tendencies, she had only ever seen a picture of one. Well, I went on to say that one of Cheryl's kink fantasies had been the desire to have a dick of her own. (Marie had met Cheryl, my former girlfriend, more than once) She wasn't into girls either, but had this fantasy of giving me anal sex as I was to her. Since I'm a little kinky also, there really wasn't an issue when it came to following through with it. After some discussion, I had mentally designed a strap-on that we both could enjoy to its fullest. Cheryl & I had gone out, bought the necessary accessories, and then assembled them as agreed upon. Of course, we had shared the engineering phase, but assembly belonged to me alone. We had purchased a harness that allowed for the interchange of rubber cocks. Cheryl wanted one that was equivalent to mine in size. That's fair. She picked it. As for the harness, we picked one with leg straps that adjusted along the waist belt, allowing it to be worn either like a jock strap (sorry ladies), or like a thong. We both liked the thong style, as it allowed for holding a teaser and/or pussy plug in place. Another accessory was a pair of vibrating eggs/ben wah balls (I purposely didn't tell Marie they vibrated. Their wire leads were imbedded in the strap and rubber cock, so she didn't have a clue), one inserted into the tip end of the rubber cock, the other into the teaser. After a few days, Cheryl & I put the finished product through its time trials. She loved saying, "When I've got the cock, I'm the boss. You cum when I say you can cum!" After having described this entire procedure to Marie, and knowing that I had her undivided attention, I retrieved the strap-on. To say she was intrigued would be an understatement. She mentally disassembled and re-assembled it numerous times. We talked about her putting it to use, when, where, etc. She wanted to try it on. She did, and blushed profusely the whole time it was it was in place. I asked her to go to the kitchen and get us each a bottle of water. When she came back to the bedroom, she giggled while saying; "Now I know why men strut when they walk around while naked with a hard-on! Bend over! I want to fuck your ass now!" Wow! Remember that timid, inexperienced woman from yesterday? Holy shit! It was time to bring things back into their proper prospective, so I said, "Before that testosterone of yours starts flowing too freely, I want you to remember that this is one of MY favors." "It's ONE of your favors? How many do you get, and why more than one?" I stretched things a bit by saying that she had gotten two. She had asked to have the teaser while being spanked, and then she asked to be fucked, FUCKED hard afterwards. "Besides," I said, "you'll never convince me that you're not looking forward to this as much as I am. My pleasure comes from the prostate stimulation of having the rubber cock fucking me while you're giving me a handjob. Since my cock is a little sore, you'll be applying a heavy dose of oil to it, as well as my ass and your cock. I know you're curious, so let me show you how you'll do it." I brought her to my exercise room (more often used for sex than exercise), and showed her how I raised the bench of my bench press, adjusting it to her crotch level. I had actually rigged it so there were stirrup-like footrests, shoulder pads, waist & chest belts to prevent sliding off the bench or away from fucker. I also showed her the wrist restraints hanging from the bar above. "You can render me motionless with these, if you want. I trust you fully, so strapping my wrists will make you a dominant. I am relinquishing all power to you, allowing you to control the pace. What it will do for me is this, by binding my wrists, you render me submissive, and thus you're forcing me to lay back and take all that is given, without the ability to reciprocate. You'd be surprised just how erotic that can be. It forces me to enjoy the moment." With that, I laid back, face up onto the bench and invited Marie to adjust everything to position. Since we had apparently decided to go forward, we'd want to do so without any fumbling. Marie put my feet in the stirrups, swinging them out to the sides a little, and tested her own ability to fasten the Velcro straps around my ankles quickly. She was taking her time. She looked up at me nonchalantly while saying, "I may need to be able to do this quickly some day, so I want to know exactly how it works." There were also straps on both sides that attached to my upper calves, holding my knees apart. She clicked the waist and chest belts secure, and then the wrist restraints. For all intents and purposes, I was at her mercy. She sat on a roll-away stool between my legs, and asked for permission to inspect the territory. Before waiting for my answer, she ever so lovingly started to tickle my balls, and my own rosebud. Then she ran her fingertips up and over the top my cock, making sure to spread my leaking fluids all over my cockhead. With her wet fingertips, she lightly massaged my asshole, noting just how sensitive I was to that. She then flicked her tongue over it and my balls. I hissed! There was a spray bottle under the bench. She asked if it was the oil she was to use. As soon as I said yes, she sprayed it liberally and started to rub my cock, and my balls while continuing to tickle my asshole. She then walked around my right leg, and continued to lightly stroke my cock, while breathing into my ear, "Is this ok to do?" She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, while continuing the light massage of my cock, she started sucking my nipple. She stood up long enough to tell me how much she liked this level of control, and that I should just relax and enjoy. "I've still got almost two hours before the kids get home. I've got a captive audience, a stiff cock, and an asshole in front of me begging for a fucking. What more could I want? You're mine!" She abandoned my cock for awhile, sitting down on the stool between my legs. She went back to lightly playing with my balls while talking to me. She spoke of the hair around my cock and on my balls, saying that she'd enjoy sampling them without hair. Before I could reply, she said, "I know how much you like me having a hairless pussy, but it's already starting to itch, so when it gets long enough, I'm going to have it waxed. Maybe you'll come with me and get waxed at the same time!" While she was whispering that suggestion to my balls, she was lightly running a fingertip up and through the tip of my cock. Just as I thought I'd explode, she wrapped her thumb and forefinger tightly around the base of my cock, temporarily halting my orgasm. I regained enough consciousness to say, "and here I thought you were an innocent. Where did you learn to do that?" She told me that when she was in high school, she learned it from one of her girlfriends who said, "If you're ever giving your date a handjob, you have to make sure that he's in no position to cum on your clothes. So do this little trick, and move yourself upstream before continuing. He'll love it, his orgasm will be more intense, and you won't have to explain away any stains when you get home." Having now backed off my cock, Marie retrieved the spray bottle and put a liberal amount on & in my ass. She then inserted a small butt plug. While applying an ample amount to her cock, she made sure I had a good view of her stroking it. "From your earlier how to instructions, I'd say I'm doing ok, wouldn't you," she said? "Oh yeah," was all I could say. She moved between my legs, removed my butt plug, and instantly pressed her cock to my ass. At the same time, she went back to work on my handjob. She knew how she herself enjoyed being made love to, so once she had popped in, she proceeded to stroke in & out no more than an inch or two at a time. I wasn't the only one turned on. Marie was breathing heavily while fighting back the urge to pound my ass. Her handjob stroke started to become much more defined, while picking up speed. Remember those vibrating eggs? Well, I told Marie there was a dial-type switch on her harness belt. If she were to turn it, she'd get a nice surprise. It still came as quite a surprise to her when she got a little jolt through her teaser. When she started turned it further, her teaser started vibrating more, as did the one in the tip of the rubber cock sliding back and forth over my prostate. Marie was losing it fast. She kept muttering, "I'm fucking YOUR ass with a rubber cock, and I'M the one who's going to cum!" Her eyes rolled back into her head, just as I started firing wads of cum all the way up to my chin, yelling, "Me, too!" I was shaking with my own orgasm to the point where I thought I'd black out. Finally, I had to ask Marie to stop stroking my cock. She did, but continued a very deliberate ass-fucking. She laid down over my cum-drenched stomach and chest, still gently fucking my ass, and said, "You're a mess! You need a shower!" After a short cool-down period, Marie extricated herself from the wreckage. She released me from my bonds and helped me back to the shower, where we stayed for another half hour. While standing behind me, she inserted her cock back into me ass, and continued to slowly fuck me. I shuddered, but with no recovery period, I wasn't going to cum again. Still, Marie had a couple of orgasms left in her and was quite vocal in announcing them. So there we were in the shower, me bent slightly at the waist while my lovely neighbor, Marie, fucked my ass with a strap-on. What a sight we must have been! When the orgasms had abated, and we were finally clean, we exited the shower. Marie stepped out of her strap-on, chuckling that she now had another cock to take care of. She was still "in charge." While she dried me with my bath towel, she asked how she had done; had I enjoyed it; did she hurt me? That was the difference between Marie and Cheryl. Marie's goal had been my enjoyment. We lay on the bed while Marie gave me a massage, complete with warm oil. She said, with a little more meaning than humor, "If you're going to get fucked like a girl, you may as well get pampered like one. I'll expect the same treatment." After we were dressed, Marie exchanged the panties from her pocket with those from under my pillow. I could only smile. On her way out the door, Marie turned to invite me to have dinner with her, and the kids, adding that we needed to "catch up" because we didn't seem to have much time to talk any more. Our relationship had blossomed over the last couple of days. Sure, the sex was wonderful, definitely the best I'd ever experienced, but what was more remarkable was that we had attained so much love for one another. I suppose you could say that it had always been there, but hidden beneath the wisecracks and jokes. We all had dinner together that night, Marie and her children. It was an early evening for everyone. As soon as the kids were put to bed, Marie & I wandered to the back door, said our goodnights, and made arrangements for the next day. In no uncertain terms, she made it clear that by tomorrow night, she would no longer be an anal virgin. I promised to make that true. When Marie arrived the next day, she seemed somewhat distracted. I wrote it off to the impending loss of virginity, but it was more than that. I'll give more detail shortly. Her excitement level was so high; she appeared to be near orgasm. Before I could reach for her coat, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a pair of panties. She held them up to my nose and said, "These may help to make you stiff. My pussy has been drooling into them all morning!" She slipped her coat off, revealing her nakedness below. She simply said she'd been waiting long enough. With that, she stripped me naked, and then went immediately to her knees. She gave me the most amazing, toe-curling blowjob I'd ever had, swallowing every drop. She then led me to the bench and had me strap her in. When she was secure, she said, "The panties were to get you stiff so that I could suck you off. The reason for the blowjob is I want this to last!" "Oh, don't worry," I said, "I'll make sure it lasts." And last it did. I had Marie on that table for almost an hour & a half before turning my attention to her ass. I had licked every erogenous zone known to man. I fucked her pussy slowly while running my thumbs up & down the sides of her clit. When I finally got to her ass, she was begging me to finish her. Yes, she was saying, "I can't take it any more, PLEASE fuck my ass!" When I finally entered her ass, she immediately started to orgasm. I'd never seen anything like it. I don't think she stopped for 15 minutes. And I'm sure that you've guessed by now that I did nothing to slow her down. If I thought she was close to collecting herself, I'd lightly pinch a nipple, run a thumb over clit, or drive my cock a little deeper. When I finally withdrew, I'd fired what had to be an enormous load, literally whitewashing her internally. I released her from her bonds, carried her to the shower, and bathed her. I toweled her dry, and yes I did give her that warm-oil body massage. After all, she had just been fucked like a girl. As I said earlier, she had been distracted. Joe had called last night after I left. He wanted to come home. She said yes. It was for the sake of her girls so she had to try. After that glorious day when I took her anal virginity, we didn't make love again for almost three years. When we did, Joe was away, she needed love. I was there to give it. Moving ahead, we continued our on-and-off affair for nearly 20 years. We never again experienced a dry spell of more than a week. The End Author's note: My story (and yes, it is sadly true) has an abrupt end for a good reason. Marie developed Ovarian Cancer, dying just before her 58th birthday. I had taken care of her when there was need, but mostly that duty belonged to her girls (I think they knew about us). Joe, the PRICK, was away the day she died. He re-married before a year had passed.