0 comments/ 46140 views/ 0 favorites Neighbourly Love By: bradley_stoke Cissy Fox strode aggressively along the sidewalk toward her front gate, swinging her handbag. She pretended not to notice her neighbour, Peggy Roth, who was weeding the flower beds, and kept her attention focused on the For Sale sign the realtor had erected on the front yard. The For Sale sign would never have been there were it not for Peggy Roth. If the neighbours had been more tolerable, she and her husband would never have contemplated moving at all. Leastwise, not so soon after having moved in. Cissy snatched some letters and a copy of the New York Times out of the mail box, slammed shut its lid, and continued her stride up the front walk. She concentrated her gaze on the newspaper photograph of President Truman shaking hands with one of Uncle Joe Stalin's comrades. She was glad that at least some things were still normal. When Cissy and her husband, Ken, moved into the house not that many months ago, she was naturally nervous. It wasn't just the concern of what it would be like after those years of separation while her husband served his country in Europe and became one of the most handsomely decorated Negroes in the nation's armed forces. Cissy recognised that the causes of Liberty and Democracy came ahead of her desire for her husband to be by her side during those difficult months of pregnancy. A time that culminated in little Eleanor's birth (named after the wife of the president she and her husband so much admired). She knew that Negroes, even ones as well educated as Ken and Cissy, would not necessarily be welcomed in a white neighbourhood. But she and Ken had ideals, liberal ideals, fostered and encouraged by the example of the late president. When Ken got offered the appointment at the Hospital, he immediately accepted it. And this was despite it being a more junior role than would have been offered a white man with the same educational achievements and less well-decorated in defence of the flag. "There's only one way that the white men in our great nation can come to accept the Negro, Cissy," he told her, "and that is for us coloured folk to show that we are just as able to succeed as they are." So, on the day they moved in, it was with a certain amount of trepidation that Cissy and Ken first knocked on their neighbours' doors to introduce themselves. They were aware that their presence had been well noted from the stares they attracted as they stood by and supervised their possessions being heaved out of the delivery van. However, it was not Cissy's fears about racial prejudice that were ultimately to be their main vexation, although originally it was very much the greatest source of their anxiety. In fact, it seemed that Peggy and Aaron Roth couldn't have been less prejudiced if they tried. Aaron shook Ken's hand so warmly, immediately broaching the subject that had remained unspoken but always present when they had introduced themselves to Herbert and Nelly Wood, their other neighbours. "Gee! It's great to have a Negro couple move next door. We're Jews, you know. And I can only give thanks that our parents emigrated from Europe when they did, otherwise, well, you read the news…" "I visited one of the camps, myself," Ken remarked. "I saw the ovens and the corpses. We'd never believed it possible." "Gee! I guess none of us did." Cissy was delighted by their chat with Peggy and Aaron. She lingered for half an hour, drinking beer on their neighbours' porch while Ken told anecdotes about his service in Europe. Cissy never tired of his stories. How he captured those four German soldiers. How he prevented some American soldiers looting a German house. How the soldiers under his command had secured several key military targets, taking advantage of their skin colour for night-time reconnaissance. How he was treated like a freak in England, where people had never seen a black man before. And, of course, though this Ken didn't mention, of their belief that a black man's penis was larger than a white man's. Not something Cissy could ever vouch for, having never got to know a white man so intimately, but she was sure happy with all nine inches of what Ken had to offer. But Cissy had to take care of little Eleanor, so she left Ken chatting with Aaron and Peggy. She was happy then, as she would not be now, for her husband to be out of her sight. She could see that Peggy was, relatively speaking, quite a forward woman. But Cissy wasn't that sure of the ways of white folk, especially Jewish white folk, who she heard were especially liberal and open. Like Cissy, Peggy was a woman in her late twenties. Unlike Cissy, she wore her blouse cut just so low, her bosom pushed up just so high and her arms were bare from her shoulder to her bracelet-adorned wrist. And the make-up! Was it necessary for a white woman to wear such thick layers? Her eyes were blue and startling. And the red of her lipstick made her lips seem as big as those of a Negro woman such as herself. Nevertheless, despite her good Christian faith, Cissy was of the general opinion that white and black folks just didn't mix. That forwardness in her smile to Ken and the way she rested her hand on his arm just that little more lingeringly than Cissy ever would on a stranger, this was just the odd way white folks, particularly Jewish white folks, behaved. Perhaps the God of Moses and David was a more permissive God than the one she worshipped? There was something strangely evasive about Ken when he finally arrived home, ever so slightly tipsy after having imbibed rather more than the half glass of beer that Cissy had permitted herself, His kiss on her cheek was somehow curt and perfunctory. And he buried himself in the newspaper crossword rather sooner than normal, with the radio broadcasting that bebop jazz that had been such a revelation to him when he returned to America. It was only later, when they lay in bed together, that Ken became more relaxed. Cissy was pleased that he was, if anything, rather more amorous than usual, although she hoped that the cries of their passionate lovemaking wouldn't awaken little Eleanor. Cissy stroked Ken's limp penis as it flopped between his thighs, admiring its distinctly darker hue. "You seem troubled, love," Cissy remarked. "It's nothing." "Nothing? I can read you like a book. I can see it's not nothing. Is it the neighbours?" Ken looked alarmed. "Neighbours? What's this about the neighbours? Should I be troubled? What are you saying?" "When we visited Mr and Mrs Wood, and Mrs Wood said 'nigger'…" Ken looked suddenly relieved. "Oh that! You get used to being called a 'nigger' in the Army, dear. It's nothing. Nothing at all!" Cissy was right to be perturbed though. And it wasn't the Woods' unthinking prejudice as she discovered a short while later when she returned home unexpectedly. She had taken Eleanor to the nursery and found that she wasn't needed, after all, at the clinic where she worked most mornings. It was when she got home she discovered the real cause for Ken's strangeness that evening. And for his continued evasiveness the days following. Perhaps Cissy should have been warned by the grunting, panting sound she heard when she pushed open the front door. She hadn't expected anyone to be home. Ken should be working at the Hospital, so perhaps there was something wrong with the plumbing. Or maybe it was the call of one of those strange birds that live further out West. What she didn't expect to see, when she pushed open the bedroom door, was her bed, or more exactly the bed she shared with her husband, occupied by not one, but two bodies, and that only one of those bodies was black. "Kenneth Fox! What are you doing?" Cissy shouted, relieved that her anger gave her a voice that she would otherwise have lost in shame and disgust. For there it was, as she adjusted her gaze to the unfamiliar sight, two people making love. In fact, and she hated the sound of the very word, let alone the actual sight of it, they were fucking. And one of those people, the one whose penis was thrusting in and out of the blatantly displayed vagina, was none other than her husband. Ken turned round his head, startled and ashamed, but the white woman underneath, who Cissy could now determine was Peggy, gripped him tightly to her bosom, holding him so that he couldn't easily escape. "Gee! Hello, Cissy! We didn't expect to see you here!" she said, through short panting breaths, stubbornly gripping her legs around Ken's buttocks. "I don't care what you expected. Get your hands off my husband!" "Are you asking me to stop in the middle of a perfectly good fuck, Mrs Fox? Have you any idea how impertinent and rude that is? How would you like it if I were to come over while you were making love and forced you apart from your husband?" "What? Sorry. What are you saying?" wondered a suddenly flustered Cissy. Peggy gripped Ken to her breasts, Cissy's husband curiously uncertain as to what he should do, which bothered Cissy rather more than she imagined. In all the portrayals of this scene she'd ever imagined, or read about, or seen hinted in the movies, the discovered guilty parties separated instantly, guilty and ashamed, while the moral high ground was occupied by the wronged and affronted spouse. "Your husband and I have just been making love. And very good at it, he is too! You are a very lucky woman, Mrs Fox. And now you come in, while we're in the middle of our lovemaking, and it seems that not only have you no intention of participating, which would be the polite way of extending your affection toward your husband in the thralls of his passion, but it seems you want us to stop." "Well, of course! Ken is my husband. You can't do… you can't… what you're doing is…" "I know exactly what I'm doing, Mrs Fox. And if you don't mind I would rather your husband and I continued our lovemaking as we were before you rudely interrupted us!" Just for a moment, Cissy hesitated. Should she just say that it was all right, that they should continue as they were while she went downstairs to prepare a pot of tea? Of course not! "Get off my husband now!" Cissy yelled, tugging Ken by his shoulders and pulling him apart, even while his penis was still inside Mrs Roth's vagina. It plopped out as Ken fell back and jumped onto his feet, looking much more like the guilty party that Cissy imagined a discovered man should. "Oh! That's just fine, that is!" exclaimed Peggy, who knelt up on the sheets, naked and sweating, her hair shaken loose and an aggrieved expression on her face. "So, whatever your husband and I would like to do, whether we've already began or not, whether we are right in the middle of what we are doing, being passionate and everything, all that is irrelevant to you!" "Well, yes it is, Mrs Roth!" Cissy replied. "And if you don't mind I would much prefer it if you left my house now. I don't want to see you near my husband ever again!" "Well, Mrs Fox! I can see that I'm no longer welcome. Though it is obvious to me that had you not come home I could still be having a very pleasant time with your husband." With that, Peggy gathered her clothes, put them on angrily, and strode out of the house. Cissy remained with her husband who now looked more frightened than he probably ever did in the war in Europe, even in that battle for which he was most highly commended. It was not for several days, perhaps more than a week, until Cissy would again allow her husband to share the marital bed. And even then, she was reluctant to express anything to Ken that might suggest that she had pardoned him for his role in committing adultery, which a woman who loved him less and was altogether less forgiving would never have contemplated. But was her forgiveness expressed too soon? Although Cissy no longer acknowledged her neighbour, she assumed this lapse of behaviour was just an aberration and she felt quite sorry for Mr Roth who appeared altogether oblivious to his wife's gross infidelity. And then one afternoon, after a tiring morning in the clinic, neatly folding her nurse's uniform ready to place on a hanger in the wardrobe, she heard the tinkle of the door-bell. Cissy hurriedly slipped on a dress and shoes, and scampered down the stairs to the porch where she saw not only Aaron Roth, but also his wife, Peggy. What could this be about? Perhaps Mr Roth had discovered his wife's unfaithfulness and wished to discuss it further with the other wronged party. "I hope you don't mind the two of us visiting, Mrs Fox," Aaron said, when Cissy had opened the door, anxious that her dress didn't look too much like it had been pulled on in a hurry. "But Peggy told me that you would probably not welcome her if she came by herself." "After the way you spoke to me last time," Peggy said with a conciliatory smile, "and the way you've not said anything to me since, I thought it best I asked my husband to accompany me." "I see," remarked Cissy, who hadn't forgiven Peggy one iota. Indeed, the enormity of the event had become even greater in her mind. How could the slut even dare to walk up the front walk? "I dare say you haven't forgotten the circumstances in which we last met." "You must confess you were totally unreasonable," Peggy remarked. As Cissy spluttered, unsure of how to respond to this fresh effrontery, Aaron put a calming hand on his wife's bare shoulder. "You must forgive my wife. Peggy's never really understood other folks' views on matters of neighbourly affection. We hope you can overcome your petulance and accept Peggy's difference of opinion. However, what we've come to do is return your husband's watch which he left behind when he last visited." "Ken's watch?" wondered Cissy, taking into her hand the quite valuable pocket watch Aaron proffered her. This was the very one that was engraved with that declaration of love and fidelity that Ken had said on many occasions, through all the trials of war, was all between him and despair in the darkest early days of the Normandy landings. "How did he come to leave it with you? What was he doing that he could have lost it?" Peggy smiled, with Aaron's affectionate arm around her waist. "Oh, you know, Cissy. The normal…." "The what?" asked a suddenly irate Cissy. "You know, what two people do together when they enjoy the pleasure of their mutual company," Peggy continued. Cissy leaned back against the door jamb. There was Peggy, with her husband clearly totally unperturbed, his arm still around her waist and his grin if anything more affectionate and broad. This needed clarification. Surely, she had misheard things. "Are you saying that in your home, you and my husband…?" "Well, you did say that I should never enter your house again!" "That's not the point!" "Don't be angry, Mrs Fox," Aaron remarked kindly. "Peggy is very clean. She has regular check-ups and I can assure you that if there was the slightest risk of an infection…" "Infection! My husband!" Cissy felt a rumbling stir within her breast and thunder inside her. "No one could ask for a better lover than your husband, Mrs Fox," said Peggy, as if the confession of intimate knowledge of this fact would somehow lessen the pain and anger that Cissy felt. "Leave now! Just go away! Leave!" yelled Cissy, angrily slamming the door in front of her as she backed into her house. And then she collapsed onto the floor, the door closed behind her, the view ahead of her being the hallway and the staircase leading to the bedroom, and burst into angry and loud sobs. Her chest heaved up and down with humiliation and disgust, while she clasped the pocket watch in her hands on her lap. Her eyes returned again and again to the words engraved there. It had been chosen with so much love in those days just before her hastily married husband climbed up that long narrow ramp onto the troop-carrier that she hoped, with so much fervour that it hurt, would not be victim to a torpedo from one of Hitler's U-boats. The happiness on Ken's face when he returned home, bearing a record by Dizzy Gillespie that he'd managed to buy at the drug store, was soon dispelled when Cissy confronted him with the news of her latest revelation of his deceit. Ken was once again a stranger to the connubial bed, his sleeping head once more pressed against the sofa arm. He was again denied any semblance of civilised conversation with the wife who presented him with the watch whose loss he'd assumed had taken place in the Hospital surgery. It was then, of course, that Cissy first raised the subject of the two of them leaving their new home, simply to get away from the neighbours. This was not, as they once feared, as a consequence of the racial prejudice that they had experienced in so many small and slighting ways, but from a greater degree of affection between the races than the Lord Jesus had ever intended when he bade his children to love one another. The issue of the sometimes bitter, and always protracted, arguments between husband and wife was not resolved. Despite her anger at the Roths, Cissy quite liked her new home and the amenities in this pleasant part of town. And Ken, himself, promised that all that which had happened between him and Peggy was over. He assured Cissy that he had been taken in, seduced, in fact, by the promise of easy love that the Roths offered. Their attitudes toward free love and extramarital sex were indeed very exciting and very tempting. Could Cissy blame him, a man who had seen so much horror in the battlefields of Europe and had seen the German women selling themselves so cheap? "Do not pursue this discussion one word further!" Cissy warned her husband. "The war is over. Mr and Mrs Roth are perverts. What they do is their business. We are God-fearing folk and we do not, repeat, do not behave that way ourselves!" Were that always so true! The final straw, which led to the realtor being summoned, the sales board being erected and Ken being banished from the family home until the property was sold, occurred not long after. Naturally, Cissy no longer trusted her husband. Who would? Her husband, like all men, was a weak creature, easily misled by a Jewish temptress, like Peggy Roth. In her darker moments Cissy almost wished she had been turned into soap like the other unfortunates in the Polish concentration camps, the horror of which was still in the newspapers. It was a day when she knew that her husband believed for sure that she was working in the clinic, it being a Tuesday, one of the busier days. He should be at home, after a long shift in the Hospital, recovering after all those operations he'd performed, some of which on victims of war on whom only now was it necessary to perform the life-saving surgery. On this day, little Eleanor safely deposited in the nursery, Cissy made her way home, deliberately choosing to come in through the back yard gate. It was as she feared, after she pushed open the kitchen door, quietly and sneakily. Her husband was not in. He was not lying in bed, recovering from the lack of sleep, brought about by having to make do on the uncomfortable couch. He was not in the living room, playing those Charlie Parker or Louis Armstrong records on the new electric gramophone he'd bought with such pride. He was not in the kitchen, fixing himself a peanut butter sandwich. So, if he wasn't home, where was he? Cissy knew, of course. Her anger exceeded the limits of her politeness and the constraints of neighbourly propriety. She strode over the low picket fence that divided the Roths' lawn from their own, and headed not to the front door, where she might be confronted only by excuses, but to the kitchen door, which like her own, was open to the back yard. She eased the door open, needing only to be concerned about whether it should need oiling, rather than whether it should be locked. Neighbourly Love One morning my wife and I were sitting at home on the couch on our veranda, Donna is 36, about 5'7" with brown hair and brown eyes, she weighs about 130lbs with 34-C cup boobs, with dark nipples that stiffen to about ½ inch when she's horny, and we have been married for 12 years. Donna was stroking my cock through my jeans and as it was only 10.30 in the morning I was contemplating a day of hot sex and I began by slipping my hand up her very short skirt and found as usual she wasn't wearing any panties, I had just slipped a finger inside her warm inviting pussy when the doorbell rang interrupting my thoughts and actions. "Damn!" I thought just when things were warming up nicely. I opened the door and found our neighbour Tony standing there with his power saw in his hands. "Hi! Rich" he said, "you asked me to bring my saw over today to help you cut down that dead tree in your back garden, remember?" "Sorry Tony, do come on in, I must admit I'd forgotten about it, it's good thing one of us has got a good memory, go on through to the veranda and chat to Donna while I go and get changed into some work clothes." While I was getting changed I started thinking about Tony though he is 61 he looks much younger, he has been alone for all of the 11 years we have known him. During that time he had been a very good neighbour to us, especially in the early years of our marriage when we didn't have much idea about gardening or decorating, and he was always round helping us with one thing or another and in return we would invite him over for a meal sometimes, which he really enjoyed, as cooking was something else that Donna excelled in as well as sex. Now while we knew that there were no women in his life, I noticed by the way he looked at Donna sometimes that the opposite sex still attracted him, especially when she was wearing one of her more revealing outfits without any panties and showing off her hairy pussy, and I'm sure on more than one occasion he developed quite a boner. I had mentioned this to Donna one time and she said, "I know Rich, and it looks like he has quite a fair size one too, and it made me get wet just thinking about it." "Really Sweetheart" I said, "so you would like him to fuck you with his big cock then?" "Of course not," she replied indignantly, "you know you are the only man I have ever slept with and I never have and would not cheat on you Darling! but there's nothing wrong with a little fantasising now and then is there?" "Of course not Sweetheart, mind you it would not be classed as cheating if I agreed to let him fuck you, would it?" I said as the thought of another man fucking her was beginning to turn me on, "but only if I was able to watch and maybe participate?" Donna said "Maybe one day I might act out my fantasy, but for now just thinking about having a different cock in my pussy sometimes is enough for me." I finished getting changed and went out on the veranda and saw that Donna was sitting opposite Tony with her legs slightly apart, and as she wasn't wearing any panties, I knew he was getting quite an eyeful of my wife's charms and sure enough there was a distinct bulge in the front of his jeans as he stood up. "Ok! Rich we had better get cracking" he said and he seemed anxious to get out before it got too unbearable for him, "as it will take us at least 3 hours to get rid of that tree." Donna said, "Well in that case while you two boys play at being lumberjacks, rather than sit here twiddling my thumbs, I'll concoct up something special for our lunch." Tony was right it took us just over 3 hours to dispose of the tree and we went and sat on the veranda to have a well deserved beer that Donna brought to us. "Don't be long in drinking that as lunch will be ready in 30 minutes and you both need to get cleaned up." Donna said. Tony drank his beer down quickly and said; "In that case, I'll just pop home for a quick shower and change and see you in half an hour" While I was taking my shower Donna came in the shower room and said. "Rich darling I've been thinking, you know we are very lucky to have a neighbour like Tony, not many neighbours would come and help us as much as he has today, and if you meant what you said recently about letting him fuck me I think he would really enjoy it, and I think maybe we would too, but only if you are happy about it of course?" On hearing this cock got instantly hard at the thought of another mans cock in her pussy and Donna said, "Well! judging by how hard your cock just got, I take it you are not opposed to the idea of another man fucking me, so here's how I propose we should go about fixing it" and she went on to describe her plan. When she had finished explaining she said, "I don't think we will have much trouble getting him to fuck me if our plans work out." Tony came back and after we had eaten the great lunch of 'Veal Escallops' followed by a light dessert of Crème Brulee that Donna had prepared, washed down by a couple of bottles of excellent Rioja red wine, we were all very relaxed as we went into the lounge to finish the meal off with a glass each of my vintage brandy. Donna sat next to me on the sofa, I put my arm around her and began stroking each of her tits in turn, she responded to this by stroking my cock and gently squeezing my balls. I looked across to Tony who apart from watching what we were doing could obviously see Donna's hairy pussy exposed by her open legs, judging by the swelling in the front of his jeans. "Hmm!" said Tony, "I think I had better go as you two have got plans for this afternoon by the look of it?" "Oh! Please don't go?" said Donna, "we have always had this fantasy of making love in front of someone but have been too scared to carry it out in case we got in trouble with the police or something, but as we know and trust you so well we would like to do it in front of you, that is of course if you would not be to embarrassed by watching us?" "No I wouldn't be embarrassed at all, far from it; it would be just like one of the blue movies that I sometimes watch, but many times better I'm sure," said Tony. "Great" I said and I began by slipping Donna's flimsy top off exposing her glorious tits which I began caressing and sucking paying particular attention to her nipples sucking them to their fullest extent. After a short while I began kissing my way down her body pulling off her skirt as I did so, leaving her stark naked, a beautiful sight to see I thought as I dived my head between her legs and began sucking her pussy. I saw Tony out of the corner of my eye craning his neck to get a better view, so as arranged earlier I gave Donna's leg a squeeze. Donna responded by saying, "Why don't you come over here Tony and get yourself a better view?" He came over and stood watching me give Donna a good tonguing and as I glanced up I could see the bulge of his cock trying to escape from his jeans. Donna reached out her hand and began stroking his cock saying "Oh! dear Tony the poor thing looks suffocated in them jeans let me release him for you?" and before Tony had a chance to reply she quickly & expertly undone enough buttons to enable her to pull down his jeans along with his briefs, causing his very rigid cock which was at least 8 inches long and very thick to spring out just inches from Donna's face. As I watched I saw Donna grasp Tony's cock and guide it into her mouth and begin sucking it wildly. I could tell that she was enjoying the experience of handling her first ever cock apart from mine by the way her juices were beginning to pump into my mouth. I also noticed that Tony was beginning to breathe quite heavy and was not far off cumming, which I didn't want to happen just yet as I did not know how long it would take him to recover for another session. So I sat up and removed my clothes quickly and said, "Hey! Sweetheart how about you giving my cock some of that sexy mouth of yours for a while?" She pulled away from Tony's cock and bending down she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it just as wildly. After a few minutes of this she stopped and said, "Honey my pussy really needs to be filled right now will you do it for me please?" "Oh! Sweetheart, I'm really enjoying this blow job, how about if Tony fills it for you, I'm sure you will enjoy it just as much as his cock is a good couple of inches longer than mine and a bit fatter?" "That's fine by me," she said, "as I really need my pussy to be filled right now, so give me all you've got Tony please?" With that Tony moved behind Donna and grabbed her by the hips and slowly fed his big cock into her. I could see the lustful excitement growing in her sinful eyes. I watched as she impatiently pushed her pussy lips back onto Tony's hardened meat, he started fucking slow at first, but I knew this wasn't good enough for her, so I said, Give it to her faster Tony because that's how she likes it." As he started thrusting harder and deeper against my Donna's mound she couldn't contain her pleasure, so she pulled her mouth off of my throbbing member and moaned with sounds of complete satisfaction, and shouted, Fuck me as hard as you can Tony." So Tony began to really pond her and you could hear the slapping of his balls against her arse cheeks, and as soon as she got into the rhythm of the rough motion she wrapped her moist lips back around my cock, sucking the best she could and jacking me off with one hand to make up for the inconsistency. Due to the heightened excitement I could tell that none of us were going to last much longer, and after another few minutes Tony told me he could feel her cumming as her pussy tightened around his cock, and I could tell also, as her mouth held still around the head of my cock as she quickened the pace of her hand jacking me off. Tony told us he was about to cum, and I fully expected she would try and pull off of him, instead she quickly looked back and shouted, "CUM INSIDE ME TONY", and she screamed as she told me, "HE'S CUMMING INSIDE ME RICH, I CAN FEEL IT", instantly putting her mouth back to the top of my cock, letting me fuck her throat as I unloaded all of my hot cum into her mouth, just as Tony filled her pussy with his cum, grunting with pure animal passion as he did so. She didn't know what to think about two guys filling her body with their warm juices at the exact same time as she bucked her hips wildly against him and swallowed all my sperm as her body bounced back and forth between us shuddering into 2 or 3 very intense orgasms. We all collapsed on the sofa drenched in sweat and exhausted by our efforts, and as I looked at Donna she had a very contented smile on her face with some of my sperm trickling out of the corner of her mouth and Tony's cum along with her own juices running out of her pussy and going between the cheeks of her bum. "Thanks" said, Tony, "that was one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life and it was the first time with a woman in about 6 years," "That's Ok Tony," I said, "I really enjoyed it too and as you can see Donna did as well and I'm sure we can do a lot more of the same soon." "Yes Please," said Donna drifting off into an exhausted sleep. Neighbourly Love Ever since moving into her brand new Docklands apartment Shanie had been wondering about her next door neighbour. Each evening, when she arrived home exhausted from her new job in the City, Shanie tended to head straight for a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay as she curled up on the settee in front the usual rubbish on the TV to help her to unwind. She knew from when she was shown round the block by the agent that her lounge shared a wall with her neighbour's. At around 7 pm each evening, around the time she heard her neighbour come in from work, she'd noticed that she could hear voices. For the first couple of weeks she couldn't quite figure out what was going on. She could hear moaning, and it was definitely sexual. But she was pretty sure that there was just one woman, in her late 40s, living there and she never heard the doorbell ring or any visitors coming or going. Eventually Shanie realised, her neighbour was addicted to porn. Lesbian porn – there was never any hint of a man in what she could hear. Once she realised Shanie couldn't help but turn her mind to what her neighbour was up to. She imagined her naked on her sofa. Despite being some 20 years older than Shanie, she was extremely attractive. Long, firm legs which Shanie had never seen out of amazing, expensive spike heeled shoes. A great ass which was always shown off in tight fitting, short skirts. And perfect large breasts which swung pendulously as she walked. Shanie shuddered as she imagined her neighbour without the skirt suits she saw her in every morning as they both left for work. Of course in Shanie's imagination she kept the spike heels on though, they were so incredibly sexy. The more Shanie thought about the sexy, mature, confident woman next door, playing with her slick wet pussy while she watched other women playing with slick wet pussies, the harder Shanie found it to think about anything else. She tried to find other ways of occupying her time but nothing could truly distract her from the thought of what was going on next door, or from the now almost permanent wetness she felt between her legs. Another week or so later Shanie couldn't contain herself anymore. She turned the TV off and rearranged her furniture so the settee was against the wall, making sure she could hear as much as she possibly could. She'd stripped off as soon as she got home from work and lay herself down on the sofa. She could hear the sound of girls reaching orgasm as she started to play with her own ample breasts, pinching the nipples as hard as she could so they stood on end and then taking each breast in turn with both hands and bringing her erect nipple up to her mouth so she could lick and suck on it. When she could wait no longer she allowed her right hand to slip between her legs. She gasped as she lightly touched the opening to her pussy when she realised how silky wet it was. She didn't know it was possible to be that wet. She slipped one finger inside her engorged hole and gently pushed against her g-spot feeling the gush of juice covering her hand as she did so. There was no way she was going to be able to hold off for very long. She added another finger, and another and started to pump her pussy her hard. She could hear her juices flooding out and covering her hand and the sofa. As her pussy started to contract she pulled her hand out and furiously started to rub around her hard clit. As her body writhed on the sodden sofa she could hear herself moaning louder and louder. She suddenly realised that the soundtrack next door had stopped and had been replaced by a noise almost identical to that which she was making. Her sexy, mature neighbour was now masturbating with her. Listening to her as she reached her shuddering climax. And as Shanie heard her neighbour's final orgasmic moan she knew that she had to get closer to the woman next door. The next day, after struggling to get to sleep as her mind had raced all night imaging what she could to with her neighbour's body, Shanie got home early. It was a warm sunny evening and she took a book and a glass of wine out onto the balcony. Moving her lounger into the sun right on the edge of the balcony she noticed that she could see quite clearly into her neighbour's apartment. Not only that but she could just see the settee where last night her neighbour lay masturbating with Shanie. As Shanie looked in, the TV came on and while for once Shanie couldn't hear she could see her neighbour walk across the lounge, totally naked save for those come fuck me heels. Her breast were amazing, still firm despite their size with beautiful large, dark nipples that stood out willing Shanie to take them in her mouth. Shanie gasped as she saw the smooth hairless pussy, an exact match to her own. As the neighbour bent down to put in her DVD of choice Shanie could feel her own nipples stiffen as if the two women were in competition. The neighbour fast forwarded to what was clearly her favourite bit and Shanie was mesmerised as she watched a cute blonde girl lick the tight pink pussy of a brunette with enormous breasts. Shanie could feel the familiar longing between her legs as her pussy started to pulse and her cream started to flow into her silky panties. Nothing could prepare her for the sight of her neighbour, legs spread on the sofa which Shanie was sure had been moved ever so slightly closer to the balcony doors...and ever so slightly closer to Shanie and her aching wet cunt. The neighbour was sucking on her nipples. Her breasts so round and enormous that she was able to take both nipples between her lips at once. She moved her hand down towards her pussy and Shanie squeezed her legs together enjoying the pressure on her snatch as she did so. She was jealous of her neighbour, knowing that she was able to pleasure herself while Shanie simply daredn't given she was sitting on her balcony. But there was no way Shanie was going to miss the show as she was desperate to find her way between her neighbour's legs and to taste the sweet juices that poured from within. As the pussy licking continued and intensified on screen the neighbour turned so that both feet were on the floor. She was directly facing Shanie and Shanie could see her opening her swollen pussy wide with both hands as if she wanted Shanie to see deep inside. Shanie longed to be inside that gaping pink hole. To nuzzle in the depths of her neighbour's womanhood and to drink up her juices. As the neighbour started to fuck her pussy hard with three fingers, Shanie allowed her hand to drift down in between her own firm thighs, just gently brushing the outside of her pussy lips through her shorts and panties. Her eyes stayed focussed on the glorious sight of her neighbour rubbing her clit hard, her back arched, her feet now in the air. Shanie knew from her own experience that her neighbour's climax was close. Sure enough Shanie saw the juices shoot from her neighbour's pussy and knew that she had one day to be on the receiving end of that. Knew that she wanted her face covered in her neighbour's cum and to lick that amazing cunt clean afterwards. Shanie headed inside and slipped out of her shorts. She needed to orgasm and she needed to orgasm now. Sliding her soaking panties to one side she leaned against the wall that attached to her neighbour. As she thrust one, two and then three fingers deep into her pussy she knew her neighbour was listening and she started to moan loudly. Already her pussy was dripping onto the floor. Shanie took her fingers to her mouth and licked them dry wishing she was tasting her neighbour's juices instead of her own. Shanie started to work her clit furiously, every now and then plunging her whole hand deep inside her contracting hole as more juices gushed out of her. Soon enough she could wait no more and as she screamed to orgasm a flood squirted from between her legs. She was totally spent and collapsed to the floor surrounding by the ejaculation of her explosive orgasm and contemplating what would happen next between her and her neighbour...