0 comments/ 46429 views/ 3 favorites My Favorite Neighbor By: GentlemanX I hadn't expected to find myself back in the town that I had so recently called "home" while I was pursuing a master's degree, but after only two months of pounding the pavement, my job search landed me right back in the university town just a few blocks from campus. 'Great place to go to school and raise a family,' people said. Absent was any characterization of it being a great place for young professionals. But that's where my job search had taken me, so I was going to make the most of it. I was in my late 20's, single, athletic, and gainfully employed. The only thing missing was female companionship, so my antennae were up. It wasn't too long after I moved into my new apartment that I first saw Karen. I was sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching the news when she passed by the corner window of my apartment carrying her bicycle. Being an avid cyclist myself, her bike caught my eye. Being a red-blooded American male, her athletic figure also caught my eye. Tall (about 5' 10"), Karen was clothed in black spandex shorts highlighting her slender waist, muscular legs and firm butt. She had long, curly, black hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, and wore a colorful spandex top that drew taut across her strong upper body. I leaned back in order to get a second glance at her, this time through the front window. All my initial observations were confirmed; I had found my "girl-next-door." I watched her ride down the hill, and when she disappeared from sight, I returned to the news and my breakfast, looking forward to the next morning. I readied for work and left a short while later. As I turned left into the office park after a 15-minute drive to work, I couldn't believe my luck when I saw, riding her bike 50 yards ahead of me, my beautiful breakfast distraction. Convinced this was more fate than coincidence, I decided that now was as good a time as any to introduce myself. I caught up to her about the time she was dismounting her bike near one of the buildings at the rear of the office park. "Excuse me...good morning," I said. "Hi," she responded rather tersely and without a hint of a smile on her face. Holding out my hand I said, "My name is Alex. I noticed you leaving your apartment this morning and see that you work in the same office park as I do, so I thought I would introduce myself." She just looked at me without saying a word. 'Good, now she thinks you're a stalker,' I thought to myself. "You see, I moved into an apartment in the building next door to yours last week...that's how I happened to see you as you were leaving this morning...and I just noticed you again as I was pulling in." "Oh," she responded without emotion, "uh, my name's Karen." "Well Karen, I just thought I'd say hello. I'll let you get going so you can get to work. I should do the same. Have a good day. I'll see you around the apartment complex." "Okay," she said and waved as she walked away. I climbed back in my car, shut the door and drove back down the driveway to my office building. Chalk that one up to experience, I thought to myself. Either I really needed to work on my interpersonal skills or she was one cold fish. Just to be a friendly neighbor, I taped a note to the door of her apartment building saying how nice it was to meet her and that I was sorry if I startled her. I saw her sitting on the front stoop of her apartment a few days later and decided to try one more time to engage her in some idle conversation on my way out to meet some friends. "Hi Karen. Nice night isn't it?" "Hey Alex. Beautiful. Thanks for your note. You didn't have to do that. You didn't startle me, I was just a little winded from riding to work that day." "Good to hear. I didn't want you thinking that your new neighbor was a stalker." We talked for a while about anything and everything. Our work, educational backgrounds, hobbies. As we talked, I drank in everything I could about Karen. She was as beautiful as I thought she was the first time that I saw her. It was late summer now and her steel blue eyes shone brightly against her lightly tanned skin. Her tank top revealed lean, strong arms. Her legs were long and slender and I followed them all the way up until they disappeared in the darkness of her denim skirt. If I didn't get out of there soon, I was going to have to either hide or explain the growing bulge in my khaki shorts. Realizing that I was already at least a half hour late meeting my friends, I asked Karen if she wanted to come along and join us for a drink. She thanked me, but said that she had plans for the night. Caught up in our conversation and her beauty, I asked her if she might like to go out sometime. She smiled and declined ever so nicely saying that she didn't think that her boyfriend would approve. My heart sank, but at least I had spoken my mind. I didn't push the situation, but instead walked toward town to meet my friends, wishing her a good evening. * * * * * I had started seeing someone in the weeks after Karen and I first met and talked, so I wasn't around my apartment as much as I had been, and my mind was elsewhere as well. I would see Karen in the parking lot from time to time and we always would wave or say hello to one another. It wasn't until the winter passed and the weather started to warm up that Karen and I had the occasion to talk again, usually when one or the other of us was either working on our bicycles or leaving for or returning from a ride. We would chat briefly about the weather, cycling, work, or whatever came to mind. I suggested one day that we go for a ride together, and that was our topic of conversation from that day forward. There wasn't one time that I saw her that I didn't marvel at her long, lithe body and her beautiful flowing hair. My feelings for this woman would not go away. In August, my relationship came to an end. As a result I ended up spending a lot more time on my bike and a lot more time in my apartment than I had earlier in the summer. After having dinner with some friends one Friday evening, I arrived back at my apartment to find Karen sitting on her front porch playing her guitar. "Hey there neighbor," I said. "Hi Alex. Hot date with your girlfriend?" "No, that ended a few weeks ago. Besides, it wouldn't be that hot a date if I were arriving home alone at 9:00, now would it?" "I guess you're right. Sorry to hear about your girlfriend." "Thanks, but I'm not. Why aren't you out with Keith tonight?" "Same story. That ended a few weeks ago. Hey, I wonder if they got together!" We both laughed and I quickly changed the subject. "Karen, what do you say that we finally go on that bike ride we've been talking about forever?" "Are you kidding? I never took you seriously before. There's no way I'll be able to keep up." "Of course I'm serious and always have been. You're in great shape, and besides, we're not racing. My parents are coming to town for brunch tomorrow, so why don't we plan on tomorrow afternoon around 4:00 if that's works for your schedule." "Sure, that's fine with me. I'll meet you out front at 4:00, but we can't go too far. I'm having dinner with my brothers tomorrow night." "So it's family day for both of us. Good enough. I'll see you tomorrow at 4:00." Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I headed inside for the night. I was way too excited to sit in one place, so I ended up cleaning my apartment until midnight. I lay on my bed thinking finally, I was going to get the chance to spend some quality time with my gorgeous next-door neighbor, and better yet, neither of us was dating anyone anymore! My visit with my parents came and went that Saturday, and soon Karen and I were standing in front of our apartments ready to ride. Coincidentally, she was wearing the same cycling outfit that she had worn the first morning I saw her on her way to work. She looked fantastic. We headed out of town to the southwest. I let her take the lead to set a pace that was comfortable for her. My mind was so much on the ride and I was so used to riding with the guys in my cycling club, that I had forgotten the benefits of riding behind a beautiful and shapely woman. The spandex shorts that Karen was wearing left little to the imagination. The top of her shorts drew tightly around her narrow waist and stretched out to hug her relatively wide, but very sexy hips. Every hill would bring her out of her saddle, hips swinging back and forth, hamstrings tightening with every stroke, and her beautiful ass pointed directly at my face. That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to pass her or I wasn't going to be able to concentrate to stay on the road. I passed her, settled into her pace, and let her draft off me for the remainder of the ride. We arrived back at the apartment complex after only about an hour and a half. We stood there talking for a few minutes, drinking the rest of our water and cooling down. As we chatted, I glanced down at the tool bag under my seat and noticed that half of my wrenches were poking out of a hole in the bag. "Well, that's a problem," I said. "Looks Like I'm going to have to spring for a new pouch." "Nonsense," Karen said, "I have a sewing machine in my apartment and can patch that up in no time. I really have to run now though to meet my brothers for dinner, so call me when you get up tomorrow morning and I'll fix it for you." "It's a deal," I said. "Thanks again for the ride. I had a great time." Karen looked at me like I was full of crap. "Yeah, right. I was dying just trying to stay on your wheel." "You know Karen, it's not just about the ride...," I said smiling at her. "Call me in the morning," she said as she shyly smiled and wheeled her bike away. I eyed her walking away, watching her Lycra-covered ass sway from side to side as she tip-toed back to her apartment on her bike shoes. She turned around just before entering her building to catch me staring, but just gave me that same shy, but alluring smile. I stood there staring at the door even after she was inside, and then shook myself back to reality and clamored up the stairs to my own apartment, bike in tow. I whipped up some pasta for dinner; replenishing my carb stores and carbo-loading for what I was hoping might be an eventful morning the next day. It was a beautiful evening, so I walked around downtown for a while, hoping that I might catch a glance of Karen out with her brothers. Finally, I headed home realizing that the only way morning was going to arrive any sooner was if I went to sleep. I woke the next morning with a huge erection, but figured that a full bladder wasn't the only reason. I couldn't remember any dreams, but I must have been dreaming about Karen. After relieving myself, I hopped in the shower to clean up, thinking about anything and everything I could other than Karen to get my still hard cock to mellow out...penguins, nuns, snow...but still found myself semi-erect as I toweled off. It was going to be a hot one, so I just threw on a t-shirt and a pair of medium-length hiking shorts. It was still early and I was planning on enjoying a leisurely Sunday morning, so I didn't bother with boxers. I ate some breakfast and caught up on the news, trying to give Karen until at least 9:00 before I called her. I failed. It was 8:35 when I picked up the phone and dialed her number. "Hello?" she said in quiet, but oh-so sexy voice. "I'm sorry Karen. It sounds like I woke you up." "No...no...I woke up around 8:00 and have just been lying here. Actually, I was just about to call you." "Well, call me back when you're done with breakfast and want me to come over." "I'm not much for breakfast, plus I had a huge dinner with my brothers last night, so why don't you come on over now?" "Okay, great. I'll see you in a few." "Okay," she replied and we both hung up. I grabbed the tool pouch from under my bike saddle and then forced myself to sit down on my couch and wait a few minutes before heading over. I gave up after two minutes and headed for the door. I soon found myself in front of her door and taking a deep breath, knocked twice. The door opened and there stood Karen wearing a light blue cotton nightgown, her long curly hair cascading down over her shoulders, looking every bit like she just got out of bed...but that wasn't a bad thing. The nightgown hung loosely on her body, about mid-thigh in length, which if I didn't stop staring, was about where my cock was going to be within a minute. Karen was living up to every adorable girl-next-door fantasy I'd ever had. "Hey there," I said. "You look comfortable." "I am," she said. "C'mon in. I don't have room enough for a sewing room in this place, so my machine is in my bedroom. But promise to ignore the mess. I haven't made the bed yet." "I promise," I said and followed her back to her bedroom. It was too early for the sun to be over on the west side of the building where her apartment was, but it was still warm in there, and the room was filled with the sweet scent of a woman. I sat down on the foot of her bed as she settled into her chair in front of the sewing machine and started working. "You know Karen, I'm glad we've finally had the chance to spend some time together. It's been a long time since we first met that morning I saw you riding your bike to work." "You mean stalked me don't you," she laughed. "Hey!" I said, "you know better than that." "I'm just giving you a hard time." Hard-on is more likely, I thought to myself. "I know...I know... Honestly though, I couldn't believe my luck of moving in next door to such a beautiful woman." Karen smiled, focusing on her work, seeming to nervously ignore my compliment. "You must have known I was interested," I probed. "Yes..." she replied. "Have you ever thought any more about it, or am I just your cycling buddy?" "I've thought about it," she replied, still focusing on her work. "So have I...in fact I woke up thinking about it this morning." Ignoring me, she kept working. "I'm sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable. I'll change the subject. So how long ago did you and Keith end it?" "Oh, great topic Alex...jeez! I guess it was about six weeks ago." "Do you miss him?" I asked. "That's a stupid question, of course I do!" I continued to push, finally getting to see some of the emotion and passion I knew Karen had bottled up inside her. "So what do you miss most -- the companionship, the sex, what?" "What about you Alex, what do you miss the most...I suppose it's the sex, right?" "Actually, no. Our sex life was pretty vanilla...not that a good vanilla isn't delicious mind you." She laughed. "Cathy was much more conservative than I expected she would be. No oral sex, either giving or receiving. And she never relaxed enough to let go and have an orgasm until just before we broke up. Anyway, she was great fun to spend time with and I loved her family, but I just needed something more." "I understand. I think sex is an important part of a relationship. I miss Keith's companionship, but I also miss the sex. It's difficult for me to climax too, but Keith knew me pretty well," she said as she smiled. "Sometimes I wish I could try out the sex before the relationship," I said, "you know, the dessert before the vegetables. Do you ever feel that way Karen?" No response. "What do you say Karen, would you like to...have some dessert for breakfast?" Karen looked up from her work. She wasn't offended. She just looked straight into my eyes as if to find out if I was serious, and then returned to her work. "I don't know Alex," she said as she pulled the tool pouch from her sewing machine and tossed it to me. "I'll be right back." Karen got up without looking at me and walked toward the bathroom across the hall. As she walked away, I noticed a dark wet spot on her nightgown just below her ass. Clearly, she was entertaining some of the same thoughts as I was. She came out of the bathroom after a couple of minutes and leaned against the doorway to her bedroom, staring at me. "I have a question for you," she said. "Do you mind if we use a diaphragm? I hate condoms." In my mind, I pictured myself with my jaw on the floor. "Ummm...sure...fine with me." "Okay, great." A playful smile broke across her face and she bounced back into the bathroom, saying, "I'll be out in just a minute..." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Yup. Stunned. I just smiled at myself and ran my hands through my hair in disbelief. Never had anything like this happened to me before...okay...not since college at least. I heard the bathroom door open a few moments later and turned my head to see Karen walk across the hall and back into the room. I slowly turned and took a couple of steps toward her, meeting her halfway between the doorway and the bed. The morning sun had begun to heat things up outside as the warm, still air hung heavy in the room. Nothing moved in the room as I stood inches from her, about to touch her for the first time. I could feel the sexual tension in the air between us and almost hear our hearts pounding in our chests. She was still wearing her baby blue nightgown, her long, curly hair cascading down over her shoulders. The look on her face a wonderful mix of devilish grin, nerves, and lust. Looking into her eyes, I moved my hands forward slightly until only our fingertips were touching, and then slowly and lightly dragged my fingertips upward, brushing over her wrists for forearms. I could see her nipples harden through the fabric of her nightgown the second I touched her. Her eyes closed slightly and her lips opened, inhaling deeply, and then exhaling, an unintended whispering moan escaping as she did. I slid my right off her forearm and around her slim waist, resting my hand in the small of her back and pulling her toward me. Lightly touching her lips with mine, teasing her with my patience, I slid my tongue between them and felt the point of her tongue and circled it with my own. Holding her with my right hand, I slid my left off her forearm to her hip and the moved it up, following the wonderful curves of her body so obvious when she wore her cycling clothes. Reaching her breast with my left hand, I lightly brushed over her nipple with my thumb, teasing its hardness through the fabric. As I held her and caressed her nipple, I continued to kiss her, my lips lightly tugging at hers, tongue dancing with hers. She slipped her hands under my t-shirt and caressed my sides, pulling me to her. My head was swimming. Between the heat in the room and the heat we were generating, I felt like I had a fever. Even the feel of her soft cotton nightgown was enough to take my breath away. By this time, I was talking to myself, trying to keep my head. I had learned through the course of our conversations that Karen was 37. I was only 27 at the time, and determined to prove to this woman that I was mature enough to please her in a way that she deserved to be pleased. I pulled away from my kiss with her to look in her eyes and see how she was doing. They remained closed for a few seconds as she savored our kissed, then a smile begin to show on her face as she opened them slowly. She let her hands fall from me, inviting me with her body language to remove her nightgown. I slowly slid my hands down, following her shapely hips and beautiful legs to the hem and began to drag her nightgown slowly up her body, as she held her arms in the air for me to lift it over her head. Focusing on her nightgown, it wasn't until I had removed it that I got to see what I had only been able to imagine underneath her cycling clothes. Standing before me was one of the most beautifully sculpted female forms I had ever seen in my life. Karen had perfect breasts for an athletic woman, probably 32b, and firm with small areola and pert little nipples a quarter of an inch in length. My eyes followed her body down...flat stomach, no more than a 28 inch waist, and yet probably 34 inch hips with prominent hip bones and a beautiful full, firm ass. As I looked at her, I brushed my fingers across her tummy and then dragged them slowly down over that sensitive area just inside her hipbones. She shuddered from my touch. My Favorite Neighbor As much as I tried to remain cool and in control, she'd had enough of my teasing. She slid her hands under my t-shirt again, this time lifting it, forcing my arms up, removing it, and tossing it to the floor next to her nightgown. She started to go for the top button of my shorts when I stopped her, turned her around, and sat her down on the side of her queen-sized bed. Her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, I pushed her back until she was lying down, and then lowered my face to her right breast, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking it, flicking it, and giving it a little nibble as I pulled away. Karen just moaned contentedly as I moved to her other breast and repeated the attention...wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking it in, flicking it, and giving it a little tug with my teeth as I pulled away. "Where are you going?" she asked. Slowly kissing down her stomach, I replied, "just following the arrow..." referring to a short patch of pubic hair that she had shaved into the shape of a narrow triangle pointing to her clitoris. Without another word, I looked up at her, pulled her feet on to the edge of the bed, and lowered my face to her pussy. It had been ten minutes or so since I noticed the wet spot on the back of her nightgown, and by now she was drenched. I prepared myself for the taste of spermicide as I flattened my tongue against her to lap up some of her wetness, but the taste had been diluted by the shear quantity of her fluids. Slippery and sweet, God she tasted good. Lapping up her juices with my tongue, I quickly went to work tracing her blood-engorged labia with my tongue...first the edges, and then the sides, dipping my tongue into every crevice to gather her nectar. After a couple minutes of that, I knelt down next to the bed and went to work on her pussy in earnest. I covered her hood and clit with my full lips wide open and began running my tongue up one side of her clit and down the other, while I slipped a finger inside her dripping pussy. "Jesus, where did you learn that?!" she exclaimed, "Someone sure trained you well!" I looked up at her, and took my mouth off her briefly to reply, "just an active imagination...and I've been thinking about this for quite a while..." I returned my mouth to her pussy and this time, I didn't hold back. Dragging my thick tongue up through her swollen labia, collecting more of her juices, I then sucked her clit and hood between my lips, my tongue flicking at it, circling it, dragging over it slowly, as if to allow her to feel every one of my taste buds across her clit. She was loving it, but once again, she was ready to move on. She pulled herself away from me and then knelt at the foot of the bed. "Get up here," she said, "and lose those shorts." I climbed up on the bed, lay down next to her, and said, "Here, you take them off." She smiled at me, seeming to enjoy her assigned task, and wasted no time in unbuttoning and unzipping them, then started tugging at the bottoms of my shorts pulling them off and down my legs. Her smile turned from playful to lustful when my shorts were gone, revealing my already-erect cock. It's not porn-huge, but at 8 inches long and more than 6 inches in circumference, it's at least two and one-half standard deviations larger than average, and never known to disappoint. She looked at my cock, then at me, then back at my cock and laughed nervously. "I don't know if this is going to work Alex...it's been a while since I had sex and...well...you're a lot bigger than my last boyfriend." "I'm beginning to think all mothers tell their daughters to say that...or do you all read it in Cosmo that you have to play to a man's ego about his penis size?" "Well, no," she laughed, "the reason you hear that stud is because it's true!" "Well, take all the time you need Karen...I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes riveted on my cock as it twitched with every beat of my heart, she straddled my legs, down near my ankles, and slowly began moving herself closer. I watched her as she slid up my legs, her perfect firm breasts staring at me, her taught stomach, her shapely hips, all keeping my cock at attention. Straddling my legs just below my cock, she lifted herself up on one leg, kneeling on the other, and rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy lips. She rubbed it back and forth, and then spread the juices around with her hand, getting it lubricated enough to slip in. Leaning forward, resting her hands on either side of my chest, she slid the tip of my cock into the opening of her pussy. Feeling her weight and tight pussy begin to push down on me, my cock stiffened that much more. Karen began working up and down on the head, her eyes closed, seeming to ignore me right below her. I knew what she was doing, understood why she needed to do it, but she was driving me wild with her pussy rolling around on the head of my cock. I put my hands on her hips, as if to push guide her, or push her down on my cock, but didn't apply any pressure. I just lay there beneath her and enjoyed the pleasure of my head rolling around in her opening like the ball of a joint in a socket. Her pussy was resisting the thickest part of my cock, just below the head. She kept pushing against the resistance...again, and again, and again...then suddenly, she pushed past it, slid almost all the way down my cock, and the rose up and did it again, as if to prove that she could. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, a look of surprise, happiness, and pure pleasure. "Oh my God Alex, you're HUGE! It feels so good..oh my GOD!" I caressed her ass with both hands and then moved my hands up to tease her nipples as she slowly slid up and down on my stiff cock. "This feels sooooo good Karen. You are so tight." Karen slid up and down on my cock in a nice, slow, get-to-know-you rhythm, almost coming off the head, and the sliding all the way down again, her head tilted down so she could watch her pussy swallow my cock. "Karen baby...what can I do for you. I know you said it's hard for you to climax during intercourse. What can I do to help?" "Talk dirty to me Alex. Please talk dirty to me." I was floored. I know it's not uncommon, but I'd never had a woman ask me to do that before. I launched right in, warming to the task immediately. "What do you mean baby?" I asked, playing dumb. "You want me to tell you how stiff my cock is baby? And tell you how sexy you look taking all 8 inches of my slippery, glistening cock? Is that what you want baby?" "OH YES Alex! That's IT...talk DIRTY to me...FUCK YES!" "C'mon baby...FUCK that big cock...FUCK me Karen...FUCK my COCK! That's it baby...slide that big cock deep in your PUSSY! That's it baby...c'mon BABY take it ALL you nasty girl!" The more I said and the dirtier I talked, the harder and faster she fucked me. Karen was in good shape, and she was fucking me like it was an athletic event. Perfect in her execution, she slid all the way to the head of my cock and then buried it deep inside her again...varying her speed, rotating her hips, sitting upright to provide us both with a little different sensation. "FUCK ME KAREN! Fuck me with that hot wet CUNT! FUCK my COCK baby!" "Oh YES Alex...that's SOOOO fucking GOOD...FUCK!" I had been teasing her nipples this whole time...rolling each between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on them. Thrusting up into her, I slid my hands down her back, down to her butt, and began caressing her ass. I loved the shape of it, and thinking about it made me thrust up into her that much harder. "YES Alex! Just like THAT! FUCK ME BABY!" Grabbing her ass, I pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her little hole. It must have sent shock waves through her body, because she went nuts! "OH FUCK ALEX! That feels AMAZING!" "You like that baby? You like that when I stretch your ASS, while I FUCK YOU with my BIG THICK COCK? You LIKE THAT BABY?," I said as I joined into her rhythm, using my hands on her ass to push down on my cock. "FUCK YES BABY...OH GOD...YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!" I kept thrusting up into her, spreading her cheeks with my hands, pushing down with my hands, tweaking her nipples with my teeth. She was bouncing up and down on my cock. Just as I knew she was on the edge, I slid one of my fingers between her cheeks and rubbed and then fingered her little hole, poking my finger in and wiggling it around. "YOU LIKE THAT BABY? CUM FOR ME BABY...CUM ALL OVER MY THICK COCK BABY! THAT'S IT...FUCK ME!!!" "Oh my GOD ALEX...you're AMAZING...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...FUCK...I'M CUUUUUMMMMINGGG...MMMMMM.....UGGGHHH...OHMYGOD..." I don't know how it is that I didn't blow my load, but I continued to pump into her as she came all over my cock, her muscles convulsing around my cock, I could feel wave after wave as she went silent, focusing on her orgasm. "Oh Alex...that was so good baby. I've needed to do that for a while now. Thank you. And who knew that such a clean cut nice guy could have such a dirty mouth," she said as she grinned devilishly at me. I sat up a bit with my cock still buried in her. She hadn't let it see any daylight since she finished her orgasm. Sitting up, I placed my right hand behind her, and flipped her so she was laying on her back, staring up at me, my cock still in her. She landed on her back...her hair spread across the pillow. "Oh hi," she said playfully, "something on your mind?" "Well, as a matter of fact, I'm not finished fucking you yet." "Hold on," she said as she grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and slid it under her ass, "I want to take you as deep as I can." With that I grabbed her wrists, pinned her arms above her head, and buried my cock deep inside her, a surprised look coming across her face, followed by a very contended smile. "Fuck me Alex. Fuck my tight pussy with that big cock," she said quietly, staring at me seriously now. "I want you to fuck my pussy and fill me up with your cum baby." With that I started sliding all the way out and then all the way back in again, fucking her fast and deep. I knew this wasn't going to take long and I want to make sure I made the most of it. Lowering my face to her right breast, I took it in my teeth and tugged on it as I continued to fuck her. Knowing what the felt like for her made me that much more aroused, my cock hard and thick. I let her hands go and they went straight to my ass...pulling me in...spreading my cheeks as I had done to her, sending jolts of electricity through my cock. "Mmmm...that's it baby...you're gonna make me cum in that tight pussy of yours. FUCK BABY!...You feel SOOO GOOD!...FUCK...I'm gonna CUM BABY...and suddenly my orgasm was upon me. I pumped into her as fast and deep as I could, her hands pulling on my ass the whole time. "FUCK! I'm CUUUMMMINNG Karen! I pumped stream after stream into her pussy with each stroke...pushing as deep as I could every time. I collapsed on top of her with one last thrust, breathing heavily, my sweat soaked body sliding against hers. I lifted myself off of her, resting on my elbows to see the smile of a very satisfied neighbor beneath me. We lay there for a while talking, then went our separate ways for the rest of the day, knowing that we would be together again soon...