5 comments/ 45412 views/ 29 favorites She's Gotta Have it By: Sucker4Boobies "WHY WON'T YOU FUCK ME?!?" "I JUST WANT SOME SLEEP!" "Not again," I grumbled as I rolled over to lie on my back. As I stared at the ceiling, hoping to fall back asleep, I listened to the familiar sounds of my neighbors having their marital issues. It really sucked to be awake at 3 AM on a Thursday, especially when you have to wake up in about 3 hours, but that's the price you pay when you live in a duplex, especially one with very thin walls. Still, I guess it's better than living with my folks. At 25 years old, I had landed a good job doing tech support at an accounting firm. The pay was decent enough for me to get my first place. This duplex was about half an hour from where I worked, and fit well into my budget. But, right now, I was missing my sleep. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in the last 2 months. When I moved in 6 months ago, the unit next to me was empty. However, that was before the Turners moved in. I never saw them that much since they moved in; occasionally, I would pass them by on the way to the mailbox, or when I put the trash out, but they pretty much kept to themselves. I kept expecting either one of them to come over and apologize for the noises they made. Lots of times I thought about calling the landlord, only to remember how much of a chickenshit I was. After hearing the slam of a door, I was blessed with complete silence. The next day, after getting home from work, I walked out to the mailbox. On the way there, I noticed one of the Turners pulling into their driveway in a black Pontiac Grand Am coupe. Out of the car came Sylvia Turner, the wife. "Hey, neighbor," I said with a smile and a wave. "Hey," she replied with thin smile. As I got the mail, I watched my neighbor grab her backpack out of her car and head towards the house. All the while, I kept wondering why her husband wouldn't want to have sex with her. Sure she wasn't exactly hot, but she had her appeal, especially to a guy like me who hadn't been laid since Obama was first elected. Behind her rectangular geek glasses, she had tiny, watery eyes. Her face didn't have many other notable features, just pretty pink lips that helped conceal her somewhat prominent upper front teeth, and a pointy, upturned nose that reminded me of the Whos from "How the Grinch Stole Christmas". Atop her head was a nest of dark brown hair arranged in a pixie cut. But, her body was an entirely different story. She had been blessed with curvy, child-bearing hips, accentuated by the jeans that she wore. But, the feature that would always immediately grab my attention was her chest. Underneath her drab t-shirt, she had been gifted with a pair of enormous, wobbling breasts that I liked to call "mom tits". The few times I had seen her, those babies would jostle around her shirt like two giant water balloons under a bedsheet. I definitely had a type; I would take mom tits over those fake silicone porn star tits any damn day. Later that night, I ran into Sylvia's husband, Andrew, while I took out the trash. Andrew was a thin, yet muscular guy, with a mop of black hair and a shaggy mustache and beard. He pulled into the driveway in his pickup truck at around 11 PM, shooting me a friendly "Hey, buddy" before he ventured into his house. When I got back inside, I thought for sure that I would hear them arguing right away. Unfortunately for me, they started a bit after midnight. "Dammit, Sylvia will you just come to bed?!?" "No! Not unless you want me." "I do want you! I want to sleep with you!" "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" "SHIT, SYLVIA! I'M NOT A MACHINE! I HAD A ROUGH DAY AT WORK! CAN'T A MAN COME HOME, EAT, WATCH SOME FUCKIN' TV, AND THEN GO TO BED WITHOUT HIS WIFE HOUNDING HIM?!?" "I WOULDN'T HAVE TO HOUND YOU IF WE DIDN'T HAVE SEX ONLY TWICE EVERY FUCKING WEEK!" I continued to lie there, hearing the verbal tennis going on between my dysfunctional neighbors. Maybe I should get some water...or watch reruns of The Twilight Zone...or go on my laptop to buy some noise-cancelling headphones. Heaving a sigh, I decided on my first choice and prepared to go get some water. "WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT?" I heard Sylvia roar. "MAYBE YOU'D LIKE IT IF I WENT AND FUCKED SOMEBODY ELSE!" "BE MY FUCKING GUEST, BITCH!" Andrew retorted. "FINE! I SWEAR, THE NEXT GUY I CROSS, I'M GONNA FUCK HIM SILLY!" This argument, like the others before it, ended with the slam of a door. I sat on the edge of the bed, my slightly erect dick poking out of the front of my boxers. I guess part of me was hoping that Sylvia would run next door and ask me to help her make good on her threat. I remained seated for a few more suspense-filled minutes before I got up and headed to the kitchen. I was almost tempted to grab a cold shower in addition to my cold drink. In the days that followed, my mind kept playing random scenarios where Sylvia and I would meet, and I would ravish her; it made for some very interesting wet dreams, to say the least. All of them progressed like the typical cheesy porn plot: the sexy neighbor coming to ask for some sugar, the sex-starved wife running into me at the supermarket, or the lonely housewife that needed help unclogging a drain while she was only covered with a bath towel. Sadly, those things never came to play. A few weeks after that, I had forgotten that oh-so-special dialogue, as it had been followed by several other loud arguments. If I had been as brave and forceful as I was in my head, I would have marched over to her side of the duplex, kicked the door in, and ravished her myself. I'm sure that would have given us all a chance for a good night's sleep. It was until a random Saturday afternoon that I received a knock on my door. I got up from my couch, turned off the television, and swiftly peeked through the eyehole to see Sylvia Turner standing in front of my door, wearing a drab brown T-shirt and some red basketball shorts. I quickly opened the door, to find her standing with her arms folded and a perturbed expression on her face. I began to wonder if she was going to file some kind of neighborly complaint. Had I set the volume on my TV too loud? "Hey, I um," she began. "You're good with computers, right?" "Yeah. Why?" "Listen, I hate to bother you, but, I'm in the middle of writing an essay, and I think I picked up a virus or something. I've tried everything to get it off, but nothing's working. I've been working on this thing for weeks and..."I watched as a few tears began to slide down her face. "I-I'll take a look," I said. "I just need to grab some stuff first." "Okay," she sniffled. I ran to my room, whilst in my head thanking whichever god responsible for this opportunity. After grabbing a few flash drives, I met back with Sylvia at the front door and we walked over to her side of the duplex. I was surprised at how nice their house was; the walls were adorned with photos of her and her husband, as well as various relatives. For some strange reason, I had always imagined the inside of their home to be some messy place littered with cigarette butts and food cartons. So far, that was two surprises. "It's back here," she said. My heart began to pound as I slowly realized that she was leading me into her bedroom, which was not as clean as the rest of the house. There were a few papers littering the floor, the bed was unmade, and it was gloomy, due to the closed curtains. The only redeeming quality was that it smelled strongly of banana bread. "Sorry about the mess," Sylvia apologized as she picked her laptop off of the bed and handed it to me. "I've been too busy to clean." "No worries," I told her. "By the way, did you make some banana bread?" "No, it's actually a scented candle," she said with a smile, nodding over to the candle sitting on her bathroom countertop. I sat down on her bed and looked down at her computer. Her desktop was littered with fake antivirus software, and it wouldn't allow me to access the internet. After about fifteen minutes, I was able to wipe whatever she had downloaded, and even gave her some great malware protection. Once that was done, it was extremely easy to recover her essay. She looked overjoyed as the familiar document pulled up on the screen, right where she left off. "Oh! Yes! Thank you!" she cried, leaping up from her seat and grasping the computer. "It's not a big deal," I assured her. "Yes, it is," she said with a stern expression. "You just saved me tons of work. Ugh, I can't thank you enough." "Well, luckily, I do this sort of thing for a living." "Damn, what are the odds," she laughed as she ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry, but, that damn near gave me a heart attack." "Well, just make sure that you let that malware protection run daily, just to be safe. Plus, always backup your files." "I will. Thanks again, um..." "Levi." "Levi," she repeated, holding out her hand. "Sorry that it took so long for us to formally meet. Um, listen, how much do I owe you?" "Nothing!" I cried, putting my hands up in the air like I was under arrest. "Please, this is on the house. Consider it my neighborly duty." "Well, how about some beer? I've got some Redd's Apple Ale in the fridge, plus, I could make some Hot Pockets." I casually accepted, while, inside my head, I was giddy from the high of being to help the object of my lust. It felt just like being in school again. Back then, girls would ask me all the time to fix their computers, and would show their gratitude with money, food, or party invites. Most times, the reward was just having them know my name so that they could refer me to their other hot friends with computer issues. Now, all these years of being a geek were finally paying off. I followed Sylvia into the kitchen, and she seemed totally different from the sullen-faced, sex-starved woman that I had imagined in my head. It turned out that she was a bit of a geek herself. She astounded me with her knowledge of TV shows, anime, and movies. We sat around talking for a couple of hours, long after the Hot Pockets and beer were done. Not only was she attractive, she was cool; it figures that she would be taken, too. "Ugh, it's nice to have some pleasant conversation for once," Sylvia said. "I've been doing nothing except work and school since we moved here." "Don't you have any people that you hang out with?" I asked her. "Not really. Once in a while, I'll hang out with Andy's friends from the station and their wives, but we're not really tight." "Is he a cop?" "Paramedic. We moved here because they offered him more money than his last job." "How long have you guys been together?" "Fourteen years." I went goggle-eyed. "WHAT?!? You guys look so young!" Sylvia laughed at my reaction. "Yeah, thanks, we get that a lot. We got married when he was 19 and I was 20. After we graduated high school, I worked while he went to EMT and Paramedic school. Eventually, I realized that I wasn't going to get a great job with a high school diploma, so I went back to school a few years ago." "Is that why you don't have any kids?" I automatically slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at her with an expression of the utmost horror. "I'm sorry...I think that's the beer talking; I'm a lightweight." "It's okay," she assured me. "We actually don't want kids. I had my tubes tied when I was 23. I've got 8 brothers and 4 sisters by different fathers, so that turned me off to wanting kids. Thankfully, my husband feels the same way." "That's good," I said in relief. "Yeah, plus I don't think I can handle them right now, especially with me working and going to school full time. We're not broke, but we're not exactly loaded with cash. Plus, I'm in my last semester before I graduate this December with my Bachelors in Marketing. As soon as I get my degree, I'm getting a decent job, and we'll have enough money to MOVE OUT OF HERE AND INTO OUR OWN HOUSE. WHOO!" We laughed as she rose from her seat and waved her hands in the air. "Well, I know you guys will get there soon." "I hope so, for both our sakes," Sylvia said as she sat back down. "By the way, I'm sorry if our shouting has kept you up." "What shouting?" I said, feigning ignorance as best as I could. "Oh, come on, Levi. All of our neighbors have complained directly to us, except you, and you live next door. What does that say?" "Look, you guys seem cool," I said. "I'm sure things are a little rough right now, but it'll get better. If it's eating at you that much, then consider the food and conversation you gave me as us being even." "But, you wouldn't have even been over here if you hadn't come over to fix my computer, so we're NOT even. How about I make some dinner for the two of us?" "I don't want to keep you from finishing your essay. I should probably go." I started to rise from my seat. "So you can have more wet dreams about me?" It seemed as though my legs suddenly gave out on me, causing me to fall back into my chair. My heart sunk down into my gut, and my ears burned as if the AC had gone out. Unable to think, I responded with an automatic, "What?!?" Sylvia smiled. "See, Levi, the thin wall thing goes both ways. You can hear me, and I can hear you. Andrew's busy all the time, working 24 shifts, so I pretty much sleep in the guest room, which is riiiiight next to your room. Are you following me?" "What's your point?" I asked with trepidation. "My point is that you talk in your sleep sometimes, and I can hear it through the wall." "That could have been a movie playing in my room. My laptop has great sound." "True. But I think it would be a huge coincidence if the movie had the line, 'Sylvia Tucker, give me those mom tits.'" My defense was shattered. I stood there, totally ready to give a confession, followed by an apology, followed by a promise not to speak to her anymore. In my mind, I was trying to decide whether or not moving to another home was feasible at the moment. Before I could even pick any of those actions, she got up from her seat and lifted her shirt over her head. I could practically hear my dick hit the underside of the table as she bared her breasts to me. They were all that I had dreamed of, we both knew that. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful, teardrop-shaped udders that hung gracefully from her chest. Smiling at my amazed expression, she walked over to my side, her shirt still in her hands. She stood over me, her nipples hard with anticipation. For some reason, I was still sitting, staring at her in all of her topless glory. "Listen, Levi. I like you, and I think we can help each other out, but, I don't want to make you do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. If you want to leave, then that's fine; I respect that. I'd still like to hang out with you in the future as a friend." "Okay," I rasped, struggling to keep my eyes off of her chest. "However, I'd really like you to fuck me. I'm not looking to make love. If I wanted someone to make love to me, I'd have my husband do it on a day that he's not tired and hungry from work." "Okay." "So, you can either stay and have some fun, or leave. But, you should know two things: first, my husband won't be home until 9 AM tomorrow, and, second, if you leave, I'm gonna go to the guest room and shove my dildo up my pussy. Thanks to these thin walls, you'll probably be able to hear me." Having said that, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to stare in amazement. My body was burning with desire, and I could feel the pre-cum leaking into my boxers. On the one hand, I could go home and mind my business. On the other hand, I could stay here and have sex with my extremely horny neighbor. But what if her husband came home early? "Is pussy really worth getting my ass beat by a paramedic?" I asked quietly to myself. "Leviiiiiii," I heard Sylvia call in a sing-song voice from the depths of the house. "I didn't hear the front door open!" Fuck this. With a bravery that was mostly fueled by lust, and probably beer, I got up from my chair and marched towards the master bedroom. Waiting for me was Sylvia, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. I stood in the doorway, noting her eyes were stuck on the tent in my pants "So, you just gonna stand there?" Sylvia asked with an amused expression on her face. With a deep breath, I strode into the room. She rose from her bed as I walked up to her. As soon as she was standing, I buried my face into her chest. Immediately, my mouth went to her swollen pink nipples, sucking them and prodding them with my tongue. She giggled and moaned as I motorboated her, clutching my head so close to her breasts that I thought for half a second that she meant to suffocate me. "Ohhhhhh," I moaned. "I always dreamed of sucking on these tits!" "I know, remember?" Sylvia whispered. "I heard everything through the wall." I looked up to see her in ecstasy; her hands were roving through her hair, her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth agape as she reveled in the attention that I lavished on her bosom. I continued to suckle her left breast while massaging her right one. "Oh, enough of this," she snarled, pushing me away before yanking her shorts and panties down. "You know what I want. Fuck me now!" I gazed longingly at the wet slit between her legs, which was adorned with a beautiful trimmed patch of hair. In a few seconds, my clothes joined hers on the floor. I saw her eyes roving all over my body. Suddenly, I began to wish that I'd made an effort in the past to visit a gym; my lanky, thin frame was definitely not something that would arouse a woman. Still, I looked over on the bed to see Sylvia giddily spreading her legs, beckoning me to enter her. "Where do you keep the condoms?" I asked, starting towards the nightstand "I just need to...ungh!" Without warning, Sylvia leapt off of the bed, and put her arms around my waist. With an angry look on her face, she began to hump my thigh. Shivers of pleasure jolted up my spine as I felt her soaked pussy leaving its glistening juices all over my bare skin. "I told you, I've had my tubes tied!" Sylvia growled "Don't make me beg! FUCK ME! This is how I want you to do it! Fuck me like an animal!" With a grunt, I began to fulfil her request. I grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back onto the bed. She laughed as she tumbled onto the mattress, laughing as she lay on her back. I leapt on top of her and stuck my dick into her hungry love-hole. The warm, gooey wetness that suddenly enveloped my dick was a sensation that I had dreamed of; I'd never gone in raw before. My eyes fluttered, as the feeling of penetration racked my body. Beneath me, Sylvia was shivering as she pulled me in to the hilt. The two of us writhed as our loins became one. "Ohhhhhh, yeah!" Sylvia crowed. "Jeez, I almost came...just from you sticking it in! AHHH!" My only reply was to wince and groan, still overcome with so many feelings. I, too, wanted to cum; my sexual drought had been so long, that it had left me with little staying power. "Fuck me, now," Sylvia said, looking deep into my eyes as she ran her hands all over my chest. "Stir up my guts, Levi." I began humping her soaked twat with reckless abandon. Sylvia yelped with every inward thrust, which was also coupled with the sound of our bare skin slapping against each other. I could feel my dick getting wet, but I wasn't sure if it was because my juices or hers. Unwillingly, my mind went back to my first time having sex. It was 2008, and I was a freshman sitting in the dorm room of Rachel Levens, a porky sophomore from New Hampshire. We had met in the same "Introduction to Visual Basic" class, and frequently studied together. After months of hanging out, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend, which gained me a few minutes of wet, sloppy kissing. I still remember her breaking off the kiss, going into her roommates' desk, and tossing me some condoms before going into her bathroom without a word. She's Gotta Have it Minutes after she came out, I was thrusting my virgin penis into a sweaty, big breasted plumper with a thick bush of dark hair between her legs. Our relationship continued for a few months after that. Never in a million years did I think that I would be doing the same thing with my neighbor's horny wife. "OH, GOD! MAKE ME CUM! MOOOOORE!" Sylvia's screams brought me back to the present. I looked down at her sweaty body, her breasts rippling with every move we made. Her eyes were still shut, so I bent forward and put my mouth to hers. She didn't protest as I slid my tongue into hers; she massaged it with her own. I trailed kisses from her mouth, her cheek, and then all the way to her neck. "Ohhhhh, Levi! Don't slow down...just keep fucking meeeee." Sylvia moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. She started caressing my hair as I took a break to rest my head on her shoulders. I could feel those familiar tingles all along my shaft. I had felt the same thing when I knew my occasional fap sessions were drawing to an end. "I'm gonna cum, Sylvia," I whispered. "Then you cum inside me," she whispered back before licking my ear. "I want you to bust your nut in my pussy Levi...cum...cuuuuuum...ohhhh!" I pistoned harder to hasten my release. Sylvia let out another low moan, telling me that she wasn't going to last long as well. After moaning, she returned to licking my ear, and then stuck the tip of her tongue into my ear canal, which totally shattered my resolve. We clutched each other tight as my cock spasmed, delivering multiple spurts of my seed into Sylvia. The two of us filled the air grunts and moans as we orgasmed, and then all was quiet, save for our heavy breathing. My lower body was weak and not wholly responsive, as it was still reeling from our coitus. However, my dick, while extremely tired, was still erect and lodged inside of my neighbor, whose legs were still wrapped around my waist, as if she wanted me to stay inside of her. I resolved to remain where I was, resting atop my tired partner. "Ohhhh! Wow! Oh, my gooood!" Sylvia giggled. "Now that was great! You definitely cleaned the bats out of my cave." "Yeah," I chuckled weakly as I rolled off of her and lie beside her on the bed. "Thanks for ending my drought." "Oh, no. I should be thanking you," she said, sitting up. She looked down and started to laugh. "What is it?" I asked. "I think you made a mess down here," Sylvia chortled as she gestured to her crotch. I crawled over to inspect her and, to my amazement and amusement, copious amounts of my semen were oozing out of her and onto the mattress. I had more quick flashbacks of my first ejaculations. I remembered being 12, and whacking it on my very first time to an Ava Devine clip that I had watched when my parents weren't home, being amazed at how much I had spilled onto my bed. I also remembered my first time having sex with Rachel, and carefully disposing of the condom, but not before seeing how much I had filled it. Now, I had accomplished a different milestone: seeing my cum falling out of a woman. "Damn, that's a lot!" I exclaimed. "I know," Sylvia said as she wiped some off of her pussy with her index finger and put the finger into her mouth. She looked me in the eye, with the finger still in her mouth and said, "Mmmmm." "That is so hot," I told her. "Well, thanks again," she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek and rising from the bed. "Looks like I need to do some laundry, but, first I need a shower, and then I need to finish my essay. Could you lock the door on your way out?" "Um, sure," I answered, slowly getting off of the bed and getting my clothes. I was still aching from the sex, but still wanted nothing to be naked with my neighbor. Sylvia must have sensed it, because she got off of the bed, and walked over to me. "Listen, I don't want to give you false hope, but I really hope we get to do this again," she said softly, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling her body close to mine. "Me, too," I agreed, reaching back to fondle her curvaceous butt. "But, we have to be careful, not just with Andrew, but the neighbors, too." "Of course," she said. "So...just promise me that you'll be dreaming of me...and my mom tits." "I will," I assured her. "G'night, tiger." She then sauntered off into the master bathroom, and I stared after her cravingly, taking time to admire the tramp stamp on the small of her back. The sight alone was enough to make my dick throb. After she turned on the shower and stepped inside, I left the bedroom. On the way to the front door, I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was a quarter after six; it was difficult to believe that I'd been over here for almost three hours. Per Sylvia's request, I made sure to lock the door before I closed it behind me. I casually walked into my own place and closed the door behind me before heaving a heavy sigh. What the fuck just happened? The next morning, I heard Andrew's car arrive next door. All day, I heard nothing, no arguments, no slamming of doors. I'd gotten a night of beautiful, uninterrupted sleep, too. The rest of the week went the same, though I barely saw Sylvia. I kept hoping to run into her when I got home from work, took my trash out, or got the mail, but she was never outside. Plus, the times I did catch her, she was either on her way out, or her husband was home. Part of me wanted to go over when she was sure to be home alone, maybe under the pretense of asking her to watch a movie. Still, the eternal wuss in me shot those ideas down, citing that it was probably for the best that I not run around with a married woman. That'd definitely be something to pray about the next time I went to church when I visited my parents. It wasn't until about the second week of October that I got a knock on the door. It was Friday and I had been home from work for about an hour, still wondering what to have for dinner. I opened my door, and there she was, beaming at me. "Long time no see!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Uh, yeah!" I stammered. I don't know who was happier to see her, myself or my dick. "Can I come in?" "Sure, sure!" I said, standing aside to allow her entry. "So, what's up?" She strode inside, her hands in her pockets, and a goofy smile on her face. "Well, I finished all of my midterm assignments for my classes, all five of them." "Wow, way to go!" I replied, genuinely glad for her. Having gone through college myself, I knew firsthand how difficult that was. "Levi, you could not imagine how hard I had to work to make that happen," she continued, pacing the floor. "I had to pretty much come home straight after work and hit the books. I stayed up until 4 AM sometimes. But, now it's done; it's like a big ol' sack of bricks is off my shoulders." "Well, I've got a Masters, so, believe me I..." "I'm gonna cut to the chase, Levi," Sylvia interrupted. "I had called Andy while he was at work to give him the good news, and he promised to take me out to dinner next Monday to celebrate. Unfortunately...I can't wait that long." I then noticed the hard nubs protruding from the front of her shirt. She traced her fingers around them, while smiling at me. My dick strained conspicuously against the front of my shorts. "So, what do you say?" Sylvia asked, sidling up to me. "Wanna help me celebrate?" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, grasping at her large tits through her shirt. "Mmm...how about a sleepover? Andy's going to be working all weekend." "Sounds good." We walked back to my bedroom and quickly denuded. Sylvia then pushed me to the bed, so that I was sitting on the edge. She whipped her glasses off, tossed them onto the bed, and knelt between my open legs. "Want a titty fuck?" "Yes! Absolutely!" I said at once. "Just one thing." I reached over and retrieved her glasses. "Keep these on." "Wow, Levi. Way to let your freak flag fly! Okay!" Sylvia quickly grabbed her breasts and used them to sandwich my dick in between them. I tilted my head back and let out a low moan as I felt my erection being enveloped by the warm, soft tit-flesh that I had always dreamed of. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, I looked down minutes later to see Sylvia licking the tip of my penis, which was sticking out of the vast canyon of her cleavage like a little pink strawberry. As she teased my urethra with the tip of her tongue, my toes curled. I couldn't help but tap my foot like Thumper from Bambi. "We need some more lubrication," Sylvia said. "I don't suppose you have any motion lotion around?" "No," I moaned. "Hmm, I guess I'll have to improvise." Still kneeling she moved back a few inches, took her breasts out of my lap, and dove face-first into my crotch. Her right hand cradled my balls, her left caressed my right thigh, and her mouth sucked furiously on my dick. I gripped the bed sheets tight and I felt her tongue roving all over my rod. Every lick, slurp, and moan was bringing me closer to the edge. I winced hard, trying my best to force myself to stave off the urge to cum. "Ohhhhhh, fuck!" I gasped. "SHLURP! Levi, you're getting ready to blow!" Sylvia said, taking her mouth off of me. "Nooooo!" I lied, looking her in the eye. "Yes, you are...fucking liar." Sylvia resumed her initial position, imprisoning my aching cock between her tits and sliding them up and down rapidly. "Come on, it's okay. Blow that load all over these big-ass titties!" I just wanted her to shut up. It was becoming more difficult by the second to control the semen that was bubbling within me, like an oil well ready to blow. With a grunt, I surrendered my fluids to the open air, creating a barrage of cum that pelted Sylvia in the face and chest with several violent spurts. I cried out as I ejaculated, while Sylvia laughed. She admired the mess like a mother whose infant had just thrown food at them. "God!" Sylvia exclaimed. "It looks like I wasn't the only one that was backed up." "You have no idea," I panted. She unashamedly began licking the cum off her skin. "You need more zinc," she joked. "Actually, I could go for some food. I was actually trying to figure out what to have for dinner. You want to order some pizza?" "Sure," she replied, rising to her feet and turning around to retrieve some clothes. "As long it has pepperoni on it." I swiftly got off the bed and embraced her nude body from the back, pressing my semi-hard cock against her ass and grabbing her tits. "What about sausage?" I breathed into her ear. Sylvia moaned as she ground her butt against my crotch. Leftover semen still bubbled out of my penis, staining her rear with my sticky fluids. I kissed her back, neck, and shoulders as she squirmed in my grip. "Mmm, let's get some food so that we have enough energy to play all night." After a few more minutes of fondling, we managed to separate and put some clothes on. I put in a call for 2 large pepperoni, sausage and onion pizzas. Half an hour later, we were sitting in my bed, eating one of the pizzas and watching "Sin City". I glanced at the clock, noticing that it wasn't even 8 PM, and I had already crossed off something great on my bucket list: eating pizza in bed with a hot chick. I could barely wait to see where the rest of the night had in store. We were barely finished with the movie when Sylvia reached under the covers and slid her hand down the front of my boxers. On the screen, Becky had just strolled into the hospital elevator, but I didn't care; I quickly turned off the television, happy that I was ready for more sex. My dick's swift rigidity let her know how badly I wanted her. With a devilish grin, I quickly pounced upon her, lifted her shirt and began sucking on her tits. Sylvia giggled and moaned as I prodded her nipples with my tongue and licked her areolas. Although she had initially been overwhelmed with the pleasure, she briefly regained her control and took off her shirt. I responded by pulling her undies far down enough for her to kick them off, without ever having to remove my face from her chest. She gently took my face in both hands and lifted my head so that I looked her in the eye. "Lick my pussy," she said with carnal imperiousness. I quickly slid down the length of her body until I was face-to-face with her womanhood. Sylvia, as expected was already wet, so I wasted no time in licking her slit. Sylvia moaned as the flat of my tongue brushed against the entire length of her labia. I savored the taste of her salty, fragrant crotch, painting it with my saliva. My ears were delighted to hear her sharply gasp as I pointed my tongue and used it to pierce her pussy. "Oh, yeah," Sylvia whispered. "Eat me, Levi. Oh, god. You're making me so wet." I closed my eyes and obeyed her, using my tongue to explore her depths. I was slightly startled by the feeling of Sylvia's fingers running through my hair, stroking it as I pleasured her. It wasn't until I decided to give some attention to the swollen nub that crowned her pussy that she grabbed my hair and began writhing on the bed. She began making a noise that I'd only heard pornstars make. I felt a small sense of pride, since I'd never made a woman cry out like that by going down on her. I raised my head from betwixt her legs, slid myself upwards and planted my mouth on hers. She quickly took my tongue into her mouth and my dick into her vagina. My kissing lips smiled as I her let out a small shudder upon insertion. As I started moving my hips, the shudder turned into a long moan. She wrapped her arms around me as I continued to fuck her. I removed my lips from hers, arching my back so that I could savor the sight of her face plastered with erotic delight. I indulged myself by squeezing those mom tits that I had yearned for, feeling the billowy flesh wobble and squish within my grip. Sylvia bit her lip as a rolled each nipple between my thumb and index finger, bestowing loving pinches upon them. Sylvia then gently pushed me off of her and rolled over on the bed. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Do you need to take a break?" "No," she panted, getting on her hands and knees. "Fuck me like this." My ears burned and I quickly crawled over behind her. Knowing how crazy it drove me, Sylvia started wagging her ass at me, causing me to grab her hips in order to make her still. As I ran the tip of my penis along her asscrack, Sylvia quickly turned her head and looked at me from over her shoulder. "I wouldn't suggest that, Levi," Sylvia warned. "I ate a ton pizza, so if you're welcome to try it...if you want a big chocolate log all over your bed." "Oh, right," I muttered. Still aroused, I spread her fulsome butt cheeks to get a better view at her pussy, crouched down, and slowly reentered my lover. I gently began to pump into her, my hands holding onto her hips for stability. Though, this was my first time doing doggy style, I really enjoyed the sight of Sylvia's bare back, the sound of her moans, and the sight of her bowed head. My hands savored the feel of her smooth, porcelain ass. On a whim, I ran my index finger along her spine. "Nooo! Don't do that shit, or I'll come," Sylvia growled. "Sorry," I moaned. "Mmmm, just fuck me...fuck meeeeee. Ohhhhh!" Simply hearing Sylvia moan was making my heart race. I leaned forward, resting my body on top of hers, and began to fuck her faster. Her wails vibrated as I pummeled her crotch with my meat spear. I reached underneath of her to grasp at the beloved mom tits, which were dangling and wobbling beneath her, with the nipples themselves into my palms. Suddenly, Sylvia started bucking wildly from underneath me. "ARGH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Sylvia howled. I leapt off of her in a panic, as if she had suddenly turned into a dude. She whipped around and scrambled to her feet, her pussy dripping and her face scowling. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "Get on your fucking back!" she barked. I hastily obeyed her, lying on my back with my arms lying at my sides, a fearful expression on my face. As soon as I was stationary, she ambled over so that she stood over my crotch, and then lowered herself onto my dick. Relief and pleasure began to flow through me as she rode me cowgirl-style. "I'm gonna fucking cum, and I want to do it while I'm riding you," Sylvia growled. I watched with rapt attention as she bucked up and down atop me. Her facial expression was still had some anger in it, with a tinge of lust, and a bit of fatigue. Sylvia was panting, fondling her own breasts, and trying to stifle her moans. I wasn't a sexual dynamo, but I could tell that she was almost ready to cum. She wasn't the only one who was getting worn down. "AHHHHHH!" Sylvia crowed, which translated to me as, "We'll be done here soon." I responded with a low moan of my own. Then, Sylvia arched her back and began move her hips faster. Her open mouth, closed eyes, and bouncing tits were drawing me closer to climaxing by the second. I clutched the sheets as the two of us orgasmed in toe-curling, spine jolting unison. Sylvia collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, her massive globes heaving against my chest. I used one hand to stroke her back, while using another to stroke her brown hair. The smell of her shampoo, her flesh, and her sweat were enough to make my barely-hard dick twitch with arousal. I could feel my juices spilling out of her pussy and onto my crotch. I silently wish that we could stay in the position forever. Seemingly, right after I had that thought, Sylvia rolled off of me, left the bed and went to the bathroom. By the time I put the pizza away, grabbed a drink, and returned to the bathroom, she was fast asleep. I crawled into bed with her and fell asleep. True to her word, we spent the entire weekend having sex. The following Monday, I was surprised that I hadn't died of dehydration. I did my laundry with a smile on my face, tossing every cum-encrusted bedsheet, pillowcase, and piece of clothing into the washing machine with a wistful smile on my face. We continued to meet up every so often, though it got more difficult due to the holidays and Sylvia's school schedule. Still, our occasional encounters resulted in no loud after-midnight arguments for the Turners. In fact, I even heard them making love sometimes through the wall. Thankfully, she did graduate at the end of the year, and come July, she finally landed her dream job. I walked outside one hot Saturday afternoon to find the Turners packing up their belongings into a moving van. Sylvia and Andrew were walking out of their home with their arms full of boxes. The two of them smiled and greeted me as they walked towards the van. "What's going on?" I asked. "You guys leaving?" "Yeah," Andrew said, walking over to shake my hand. "We gave the landlord our notice a few months ago." "I got a new job!" Sylvia elaborated. "We're moving over to Lincoln County. Andrew got transferred to their fire department, and one of his friends is letting us rent a house." "It's even bigger than this place," Andrew explained. "We'll be paying lower rent, too. Still, we'll miss this dump." "I'm surprised that you guys got so much packed already," I remarked, looking at the almost-full moving van. "Yeah, we spent the entire day packing stuff up into boxes," Andrew said. "A few of my buddies came over to put all the furniture in earlier, so we just have to load the boxes onto the truck." "Need any help?" I offered. "Thanks, bro!" Andrew said. "With another person, we'll be able to roll out tonight." Deep down, I think the only reason I offered to help was to offer some small restitution to Andrew for cuckolding him. We probably had more friendly conversation that afternoon, than we'd had in the almost 12 months of being neighbors. I guess I should have been glad that I was a good enough person to feel guilty about sleeping with his wife. Fortunately, things weren't awkward at all; Sylvia and I acted totally natural around each other. I was glad that I found myself too occupied with lifting and loading to stare at her body. She's Gotta Have it After a couple of hours, thanks to my help, all the boxes were gone, and all that remained in the apartment were three sweaty people. "Why don't we all grab something to eat?" Andrew offered. "I feel like going to LongHorn Steakhouse." "Good idea, baby," Sylvia said. "I'm starving." "How about it, Levi?" Andrew asked me. "Sure," I said. "Let me go home really quick and grab my wallet." "Cool, we'll meet you out front." Andrew then turned to Sylvia as he headed towards the door and said, "Come on, Mom Tits." I could have sworn that my heart had stopped beating right there. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Sylvia and Andrew paused and looked back at me with worried expressions. "Something wrong, Levi?" Sylvia asked. "You don't look so good." I tried to open my mouth, but no sound came out. The two of them gawked at me as though I was about to have a heart attack. "Oh, shit!" Sylvia said, breaking out into a huge grin. "Andy, he doesn't know!" It was Andrew's turn to start laughing. The couple came over and enveloped me in a hug sandwich from either side. In my confusion, I was finally able to move and speak. "What's going on?" I asked. "Dude, it's okay," Andrew said, clapping me on the shoulder. "I know that you and Sylvia were together." At first, I considered denying it, and maybe running out of the house. Instead, I looked over at Sylvia like a dumb deer caught in the path of an oncoming semi-truck. "Yeah, I told him about it after that time you came over and fixed my computer," Sylvia said. "I'm no saint, but I'm not going to lie to my husband." "Plus, I kinda owe her," Andy said. "I cheated on her five years into our marriage. To be honest, I didn't believe it when she told me you two. Maybe, that's why I was so cool with it." All I could manage to say was, "Um...ok." The Turners laughed again and gently escorted me out of the house and into their car. I didn't say much on the way to the restaurant; Sylvia and Andrew sat in the front seat of their car, while I sat in the back, half-expecting them to drive me out to an abandoned field and kill me. I felt somewhat relieved when we got to LongHorn, but I insisted on paying for our meals. When we got back to our duplex, we said our final goodbyes. While Andrew got into the moving van, Sylvia handed me a photograph of an attractive young girl with dyed pink hair and a bountiful bosom. "This is my younger sister Laura," Sylvia said. "She lives about half an hour from here. Andy and I told her all about you, so make sure you give her a call." "Thanks," I said. Sylvia then leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "She does anal." She gave me one final hug, got into her car, and drove off, with Andrew following behind her in the moving van.