2 comments/ 33687 views/ 3 favorites Spring Sprung So Late This Year By: sirhugs "Spring has sprung so late this year." I heard the words from the other side of the fence, recognizing the voice as belonging to my nubile female neighbour. I barely knew her, except to say hello to if we were checking the mail or getting into our cars at the same time. I figured she was roughly twenty years younger than my mid-fifties. "Barely worth planting a garden," I replied, though I thought 'still lots of time for sunbathing.' When I had bought my house a few years before, she had been half of an ambitious young couple - two high end cars in the driveway, in ground pool AND hot tub, seemingly continual home improvements. That first summer, there were regular joyous garden parties filling their yard with pretty young people. Being an inveterate voyeur, I had spent many a pleasant night watching from my darkened second floor bedroom. Though no orgies had ever broken out, at least not in or around the hot tub or pool, there was lots of nude hot tubbing. That was topped however, late one night - or actually, more early one morning, since a faint hint of dawn breaking could be seen on the far horizon. It happened just about this time last year, but spring had come much earlier, and the nights were warm. The last party guest had just left, a bit after 4 a.m. About midnight, I had watched my neighbour drop her itsy bitsy bikini top; unwrap her sarong, and slide into the hot tub wearing only a bottom that barely hid her tasty bits. Her apple sized tits, with long dusky nipples,that I could see without binoculars were fully engorged, floated teasingly just breaking the surface of the water as she allowed her hips to lift off the seat, her toes stretched toward the opposite edge. My hand dropped below my waist, hefting my already twitching cock as I admired, not for the first time, her powerful body - not too skinny like a model, in fact but for her broad shoulders, she might be called pear shaped, with a long lean torso but an ass that you could only call a "booty"- round, full, with just a bit of jiggle, but lots of muscle. "Spectacular" I had muttered to myself the first time I saw that ass in just a thong bikini. I learned much later that she was a former competitive swimmer. The rest of the party was over in the pool, tossing a beach ball around. I wondered why one of the men did not just accidentally toss the ball into the hot tub, to have an excuse to join her. Or, I thought, momentarily closing my eyes to imagine it, one of the other attractive women, each wearing a different exciting swim outfit, each sexually alluring in that way each woman uniquely is - from the boyish tom-girls to the voluptuous Rubenesque plus sized women whose every jiggle screamed 'I have lust for life/I have huge appetites/fuck me', and had the mammaries for titty fucking and other fun games. The contrast that would exist if my neighbor buried her face between a set of those giant jugs, her thighs straining around an oversized waist, as she and a friend fingered each other to orgasm in the hot tub fueled my fantasy. Nothing like that had happened. After a few minutes, one of the people in the pool must have called for more drinks, because my neighbour hopped smoothly from the water and, without bothering to dress, vanished into her kitchen, emerging with a bucket filled with beer and ice, which she placed by the pool. My eyes followed every graceful motion, and, at the moment she bent low to put the bucket on the deck, her perfect ass poked upwards toward me, silently beckoning. With my breath caught in my throat, I squeezed the head of my cock with one hand as I kneaded my balls with the other. Great gobs of goo painted the inside of my window. I sank back, falling onto my bed, my deflating organ still cupped in my palm, and must have fallen asleep. So maybe I had missed an orgy, though more likely the party had simply petered out. I woke just in time to see her escorting that last guest as far as the side gate, and then she turned, surveyed her yard strewn with paper plates and plastic glasses, and sighed, which caused her tits to rise and fall slowly, making the blood flow back into my cock, which in turn brought a grin to my face. I was re-energized, pleased to know that I was not too old to rise to even a simple occasion. I rubbed the sleep out of my tired crusty eyes in time to watch her slide back into the hot tub after exchanging words with her hubby, who I could not see at first, but who wandered into view from inside the house. He joined her in the warm relaxing water. My old aching muscles vicariously shared the comfort they must be feeling as much as my old cock surged in empathy for hubby's perceived excitement. She was still topless, and as soon as hubby hit the tub, she began to untied one side of the scrap of her bikini bottom. Hubby slid across and got busy untying the other side. His lips brushed against her left nipple as he worked. I think I held my breath out of concern that he would distract her from stripping, but in a moment, the fabric floated to the surface. I could almost hear her giggle as she tossed it onto the deck. Hubby knelt between her legs, the water just covering his shoulders. I started to slowly stroke my cock, thinking about how he must be rigid, ready to fuck her tight pussy - though I had no real way to know how she was built inside, I assumed that like the rest of her, it was in fine fighting shape. Her legs rose above the surface, and she hooked them over his shoulders, crossing her ankles and drawing his face to her groin, which was floating just at the top of the water. He'd have to be careful not to get a nose full of water. "But what a fun way to drown," I heard myself chuckle in my empty bedroom, with just my erection for company. His hands cupped her ass, steadying her body in place as his mouth lowered to her thighs. He seemed to enjoy the time he took to explore her outer labia, which I pictured in my mind as swollen with anticipation. Closing my eyes for an instant, I imagined a rock hard clit upright, begging to be nibbled, to have a practiced tongue flick across it; to be drawn deep between lips. She held hubby's head in place with one hand while with the other, she exercised her own nipples, at first just rubbing them; then rolling them between her fingers; and, as hubby worked his magic on her clit; she tugged on them, at first gently, but with increased enthusiasm as hubby's tongue seemed to dance more vigorously and she fought to keep up. I continued stroking my throbbing cock as I watched, not wanting to come too soon, trying to last for the whole show. As I thought the word 'show' I wondered whether her eyes were open, and if so, whether she would notice me spying on them. If so, she certainly did not seem to mind. Why would she mind, when hubby had slid a couple of fingers inside her, fucking her slit while he nibbled her clit? Her body was quivering, bobbing up and down in the warm water. She must have been fully focussed on their lust, and could not have noticed or cared about mine. Suddenly, she tossed her head back, her body tensed, and then shook. Her face bore the evidence of the orgasmic scream I could imagine but not hear. Hubby kept up his efforts while she convulsed, her hands slapping at the water. I felt the seed rolling in my balls, ready to explode, but realized that hubby probably would want to have his release, and the biggest payoff for me would come in imaging that it was me that was experiencing that pleasure. So I slowed my stroking to a gentle pace, just maintaining my hardness, a droplet of precum dangling from my slit. Sure enough, hubby did not wait long. He did not move her. He just rose up between her legs, shifting his grip from her buttocks to the side of her hips, leaning forward as he pulled her cunt to meet his cock. I saw her gap at the sudden violence of the penetration, leaving no doubt that he had plunged his manhood to the hilt, right into her womb. I imagined her muscles clenching tightly around his shaft, and then relaxing just enough that he could pull back until just his tip remained between her labia. His hips moved, his ass flexing as he established a rhythm. It looked as if he was now moving slowly, perhaps easing into her gradually after that initial almost brutal invasion. I pictured his cock sinking an inch more into her vault with each stroke. I watched how his arm shifted slightly, and wondered whether, under the water, his fingers were opening up her ass, shifting towards her dainty rosebud, and entering her most forbidden passage. I watched her face as she moved against him. Whatever he was doing seemed to please her. Her eyes were locked on his face. Her lust was plain in the way her grin gave way to a slackening of the jaw that had to be accompanied by deep moaning. Soon, that was replaced by yelling. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me harder, you know that I love it rough. I love your big hard meat in my hungry cunt," I imagined hearing, just as much as I wished that it was my hard lonely meat that she craved, the head of my cock that she was grinding her pelvic bone against. Suddenly, neither of them seemed to be able to hold back any longer. I saw her body shake with tremors as her climax exploded through her body, her head tossed back and her eyes shut tight, her mouth screaming, no doubt his name. I gave less notice to him, but was aware that he stiffened, pausing, his own explosion pumping buckets of baby makers into her womb. What exactly happened next I could not swear to, because I shut my eyes for a moment as my own seed spilled into my palm. Eventually, the tremors stopped, and I opened my eyes, envy flooding my heart and sinking hard as a rock into my stomach as they cuddled contentedly on the bench, the hot water bubbling around them. She eased back onto the seat, as if she wanted to snuggle, but hubby spoke briskly, never realizing, and hopped out of the tub, starting to clean up the mess. After a moment he paused, turned and barked at her. Slowly, she rose naked out of the water, and in spite of the sad marital theatre playing out, I enjoyed my first clear view of her totally nude. For a brief instant, she stood with water streaming off her, her nipples hard, this time from the cool spring air. Her tits stood firm and proud, just the tiniest hint of jiggling as she moved. Her belly had just the slightest hint of pouch, not enough to distract from her shaved pussy, nestled between strong thighs. As she climbed out of the tub, and mechanically started gathering trash, I was treated to several angles from which to admire her plush ass, exquisite flesh flexing over strong muscles. If I had not come just a few minutes before, I would have climaxed again as she bent over by the pool to pick up plastic cups, feet a shoulder width apart, her buttocks spread, her pudendum tiled as if winking up at me. I certainly had plenty of orgasms on other evenings replaying that vision in my mind, hand around my cock. Afterward, I would recall the scene on many slow summer evenings. One of the advantages of living alone was the opportunity to relieve my hormones pretty much whenever the urge struck. Sometimes I would vary the memory, morphing it into a fantasy where instead of wondering if she was fertile, as I had that night, I would picture her already pregnant, her swollen belly proclaiming her lust, forcing him to fuck her from behind, using her swollen tits as handles, her still shapely arse bucking hard against his athletic thighs, her grunts almost audible through my window. I heard them playing in that hot tub a few more times that summer, and each time, I crept to my window and watched, trying to time my orgasm with theirs, storing fresh memories to add to my solo sessions. They seemed to have mastered the art of simultaneous climax, which amazed me slightly, because they varied their play so much. Sometimes he ate her tender shaved cunt to climax first, as if saving his own orgasm as an offering, a gift to share when she had a second, always larger and louder consummation. On other nights, she would take his cock in her mouth to begin. I saw her do this both when he was already erect, or starting from a more relaxed condition that I always thought of as a 'chubbie' - somewhat swollen with anticipation, acknowledging his desire for her sensuous beauty, but not yet even semi-erect. She was an able, inventive and enthusiastic fellatrix, the art of using not just lips and tongue but also teeth, fingers, cheeks exhibiting her mastery of her subject. Her blow-jobs never seemed rushed. She would explore every inch of his cock, often starting with butterfly kisses inside his thighs. She never neglected his scrotum, licking, suckling, and teasing that weight with her fingers while she licked his shaft like a popsicle, or bobbed up and down like a little girl with a lollipop. I took to anticipating her tricks, speaking aloud in the privacy of my bedroom, muttering "Oh, you are such a hungry little cocksucker. Now take just his helmet in your mouth, roll your tongue around, pay extra attention to the ridge. Then take him out of your mouth and tease his glans with your teeth." It did not matter whether I predicted her actions correctly. I never failed to climax, often before they did, though I tried to restrain myself. One thing I never did see was a 69 in the hot tub. Also, in spite of that early spring party, I never again saw public nudity or topless bathing, and certainly nothing that made me anticipate that an orgy would break out, not even a threesome. Nonetheless, I fantasized often about joining in. She still went topless, just not when she had guests, and I liked to think she sometimes did it when she knew I was watching, positioning herself to give me the best possible view. On occasion, when hubby was not there to satisfy her, she would take matters into her own hands, practiced fingers touching her sensitive bits. Each time, her routine varied slightly, so really I guess she had no routine at all. My favourite variation was when she was sunbathing. Sometimes she wore a skimpy thong, but most days, either thinking she was alone, or wanting to give me a better show, she was totally naked. Because I work at home, doing technical writing when I could get contracts not outsourced overseas, I was a regular beneficiary of the experience. "For my viewing pleasure," I muttered when she appeared that way, walking out with just her towel in one hand, lotion in the other. I loved how she lay there, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, the warm sun soaking into her flesh. Just lying there with her eyes closed, no doubt thinking about fucking, or maybe imagining hubby sneaking home early, creeping up on her and silently planting his lips on her pussy. Those mental images would always start a steady increase in my excitement that would require me to fondle my cock. She would always take care to apply lots of lotion, squirting a dab on her exposed chest, working it all across her tits, rubbing it with extra care onto each nipple. It must have been extra special touching those sensitive places, because her nipples would extend, growing until they were fully erect and hard. By then she would be grinning, using just the tip of the baby finger of each hand to gently massage the lotion onto her nubbins, smiling as she flicked her nail across the very tip. I could see her sigh from the wave of pleasure. Once she was fully lathered up, one hand might return to her breast, to lightly brush her nipples. Her other hand could just caress her soft flesh, maybe that dewy zone between her navel and mound. Who better than her to know the exact spots which were especially sensitive. Lightly caressing there with her fingertips as I watched, my cock throbbing in my fist. I learned to be careful not to come too soon, because she liked to take her time pleasuring herself once she fully committed to masturbating there in the fresh air and sunshine. Her feet would move far apart, knees raised slightly off the lounge chair to give her fingers better access to her cunt. She would squirt some lotion onto the first two fingers of her dominant right hand. I could almost hear her cooing as the cool lotion hit the warmth of her outer labia as she worked just the tips of her fingers along her cleft, from bottom to top, and then pausing to tease her own clit before fingering down the other side of her labia, repeating this until her petals were open like a midday flower and her little man was standing upright in the boat. I could see the moment of regret flit across her face when she had to remove her left hand from her nipples and use those fingers to pull her twat wide open, starting to thrust first two, and then either three or four fingers deep into her slit. Sometimes she just kept fucking herself like that. Other times, she would focus attention with the fingers of her other hand on her throbbing button, two fingers flicking it back and forth, up and down, then in a circular motion. Or she might start stroking along the inner edge of her labia, no doubt the notorious "G-spot". Her nipples would grow so swollen that they seemed to be reaching up, begging me to suck them. Her clit had to be getting just as swollen, rising completely out of its hood, so much so that I imagined that I could feel it throbbing, also crying out hungrily for my lips and teeth. The tingle building inside her had to be so intense that it begged for release. Even before she came, I'd reach the point of no return. Knowing I could not go back, though not quite there yet, seed suspended rising from my balls into my shaft, perhaps a drop forming, dangling from the slit, tingling with delayed orgasm. The shudders flowing visibly through her body, starting with rolling shoulders; flowing through her rotating hips down to her curled toes, told me she felt much the same. I came to know that she was compelled to continue until she climaxed, and that realization added to my excitement as I watched, barely able to breathe, panting and holding my breath as I tried to time my orgasm with hers. She liked to delay her climax, teasing herself by stroking her clit with varying intensity as if trying to see how close she could get to an orgasm without losing control. It was wonderful to watch, and no doubt even better for her, but it always almost drove me crazy trying to stay at the brink. Finally, she would orgasm. I could neither see nor feel it, but knew that her muscular vaginal walls must be involuntarily clenching and relaxing in rhythmic contractions around her fingers, no doubt wishing that she had a hard cock to squeeze instead. Her orgasms lasted a long time when she created them for herself, way longer than when it was hubby fucking or licking her. Ten, nay, one hundred times longer than my explosion. Even if I timed it to begin simultaneously, and included my last gasping spurt of gism, I came with nothing like her intensity. We might both know how to get ourselves off, but she had special secrets to prolong her pleasure. She would press her fingers wrist deep into her soggy cunt, stretching her opening wider, while at the same time tweaking her clit faster and harder. Her mouth would be moving, her lips squealing, not just moaning or groaning, as if her brain was on fire. I liked to imagine that she accompanied this mental visions of my cock bursting in orgasm inside her, gushing great gobs of goo. Finally, satisfied, she would usually fall asleep, napping in the sun. Only then would I tear myself away from my window, wondering if that was the day I would notice that she slept so long she started to burn, and force myself to go and wake her up, confessing my voyeurism, but being forgiven for my kindness, and rewarded with the mind-blowing sex I so desired. Spring Sprung So Late This Year My mind wandered to those memories many times over the months since, invariably leading to self pleasure. Things changed slightly one winter day just after New Years. I could hear the shouting right through the windows, scattered words reaching my ears with startling clarity. In particular when she yelled, "Fine, go make that little whore your trophy wife, I hope she grows old and fat, the cow..." That was quickly followed by the door slamming and hubby jumping into his car, driving off with reckless abandon. Hubby was never to be seen again. I suppose he came to get clothes and toys, but not while I was watching. A long intensely cold and bitter snowy winter followed, keeping my lovely neighbour in doors, and leaving me with fewer distractions. By that day when spring had finally sprung, I was far enough ahead on my work to enjoy the gorgeous day, and to notice afresh my gorgeous neighbour. "You're right. Maybe we should just play in my pool instead." Her words startled me back into the present discussion of spring. "After all," she giggled, "My sap has started running, so yours must be too." THAT made my eyebrows reach to the sky, and my cock stirred in my shorts. "I'll just go change into my swim trunks and come right over," I finally overcame being stunned long enough to respond. "Don't bother," she laughed. "I much prefer to swim in the buff." "But won't it be too cool?" "That's what the hot tub is for." I wanted to say "I thought that was for sex" but bit my tongue, in case I spoiled the moment. A pair of hands poked over the barrier of the fence, showing forearms still in need of a tan. A simple striped shirt of the sort she would wear for yard work followed, right up over those hands. I could not see whether she wore a bra. In my mind's eye she was topless, her mature boobs just giving in to gravity enough to jiggle before settling in place. My reverie was interrupted by that clothing smacking me in the face. I must have closed my eyes to imagine her nakedness and had not noticed her playfully tossing the shirt in my direction. "Last one in is a rotten egg," she teased. "No fair - you have a head start," I answered, already dashing in the direction of her gate and unbuttoning my shirt. I entered her fenced yard and noticed that she seemed to have paused to remove the cover from the hot tub and activate the pump, which was steaming invitingly. She had tossed her few scraps of clothing onto a nearby lounge chair. My attention turned to the pool just in time to see her ample but athletic ass dipping into the water as she dove confidently head first, her comely ankles tight together, toes winking back at me. Stripping as I approached, I gained up-close appreciation of just how toned her calves were, and the power inherent in those thighs. Reaching the apron of the pool, I was down to just my boxers when her head popped above the water, her pursed lips spitting water out of that mouth I had dreamed of kissing, of fucking. She playfully splashed water at me with a sidearm motion that drew my gaze to her right breast, the nipple already a wet shiny diamond of flesh. "Don't worry, I won't bite - much," she chuckled, falling back in the water and slowly backstroking away, her toes splashing water at me, her nipples winking at me as they alternately broke the surface with each movement. I just stood there, frozen, one thumb hooked in the elastic waistband of my underwear, my half hard cock constrained by the tented fabric. "Don't make me come over there," she said, treading water in the middle of the pool. When I proved that I was still speechless so close to such a goddess, though, she did just that, returning to my side of the pool with two long freestyle strokes. There was a ladder, but she was much too confident to need that. Without pausing, as soon as she neared the edge, her hands went flat on the decking, while I stared at how the water rippled around her ass, one current flowing continuously in that cleft between her buttocks. My attention quickly shifted closer, as water streamed down her chest, rivulets draining from the peak of each tit while she athletically levered herself up, exposing the naked front of her body fully to me for the first time, or at least the first time when I was not secretly watching from my home office window. At some point, my manhood had surged to its full pointy erectness, though I had not noticed when. My hand dropped naturally to cup my shaft through my boxers. Since I enjoy the sensation of the fake silk along my skin when masturbating, I was not likely to fish it out the fly quickly. "No, don't do that, I want this to last," she cooed as she stepped over the lip of the deck, gracefully standing within inches of my tingling body, water still dripping freely. For a second or three the only sounds were the drops hitting the hard concrete, and our breathing. The fingers of her left hand ran roughly through my hair while her right hand rubbed my hairy belly, working slowly downward before her wrist turned, her fingers heading down under the elastic waist of my boxers. I felt her lips near my ear and then her tongue dancing into that canal. Her right nipple was pressing against my upper arm. My hand was once again loose by my side as her movement tugged my underwear away from my groin and my manhood burst free. My boxers fell to the deck and I kicked them away without moving more than a lower leg. "Nature really does have a wonderful spring to it!" she giggled as her hand touched my cock for the first time. I held my breath, praying that I did not spurt immediately. It had been so long since a hand other than my own had touched that appendage that the excitement seemed to make my heart stop. I was barely aware of her tongue rolling down the side of my face, and my neck, or her nibbling the point of my shoulder as she gently hefted my girth. "You're a nice sized one. Not too big. Not too small. Just right," she giggled, "and plenty stiff." I thought for a millisecond that she might drop to her knees right there and take my cock in her talented mouth, but instead she used it as a handle and led me to the hot tub. It was built into the same deck as the pool, so was sunken to allow users to step down into it. She stopped at the edge, her hand still fondling my cock, and she confidently slid into the bubbling warm water. I remained upright and still in the cool spring air. Standing in the tub, her head was just below my cock. Placing her palms on the concrete, she pushed herself up, teasing me by licking my tip with her tongue, but then dropping back into the water. She played like that for a few minutes before pushing herself back across the six or eight foot tub, kicking water up at me and laughing. "Come and get me," she invited. I didn't need to be asked twice. I stepped into the tub and as soon as my foot hit bottom, I levered myself toward her, aiming between her sprawled legs. I intended to float right up her body and kiss her properly for the first time, and if that led to fucking, my lonely cock in her hungry cunt, all the better. Instead, my face ended up even with her groin. I think she elevated her hips as I was moving, so that they were right below the surface of the water. She pressed her arms down on the bench underneath her, elevating her loins a bit higher. Behind me, I could feel her kicking as if doing a back float, adding more stability. "We can't have you drowning while you eat me, can we?" she observed. I dived into her slit without further encouragement. She obviously was ready, and her hips started bucking against my mouth. My feet were steady on the bottom of the tub, so I was able to reach over and fondle her tits, just like I had fantasized about so many times. Both hands embraced her beautiful breasts, the smallness balanced by a girlish firmness that had those stiff nipples poking straight up, begging my fingers to flick them, roll them, tug them, twist them. All the while, I rolled my tongue up and down her gash, at first purposely avoiding her clit, then casually touching it lightly at the top of each stroke, and only after her passion was fully built up, I rolled my tongue around the base of that magnificent organ, the biggest I had ever seen. It stuck upright like a baby's cock. When I took it in my mouth for the first time, I thought, 'This must be what it is like to be gay, except so much better.' I suckled her clit, pulling it lightly with my lips, but not yet adding teeth or tongue. It wasn't long before she was thrashing around in the water. "Suck my tits with that talented tongue," she moaned, tugging my hair with her fingers. I let her little soldier pop free and moved my mouth to just below her breasts, slowly exploring her dewy belly with my tongue, pausing to rim her navel. She groaned when I did that so I stuck the tip of my tongue into the indentation, tongue fucking her. At the same time I moved a hand between her legs and finger fucked her cunt. I slowly added more fingers and increased the pace as I finally started to suck her nipples. Placing my other hand under her butt I started to circle her anus with the tip of one finger, occasionally stabbing it inside. Then I added my tongue and my teeth, like I was sucking her clit, but instead playing roughly with her fat nipples. Each time I moved, she groaned harder and louder. When I sank four fingers deep into her cunt while flicking her clit with that thumb, simultaneously thrusting a finger deep into her colon and tugging a nipple hard away from its supporting mound, she let out a scream and then quaked, hands and feet slapping water out of the tub all around us until she collapsed and sank her body in the water and she collapsed against the bench and wall of the tub. I was left standing between her sunken knees. Her eyes were dreamy, unfocused as she panted for breath. I allowed myself to slip into the waters of the tub, settling on a spot opposite her where I could gently massage her calf with my foot. We sat there relaxing while she revelled in post orgasmic bliss for probably about ten minutes without speaking a word until she broke the silence. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?" she asked in that lovely laughing voice. Her eyes focused in on the spot where my throbbing erection stood proud beneath the water. "Maybe not quite as good?" she speculated, "I'm shocked that you didn't come while giving me so much pleasure." "Oh well," she shrugged, "I guess that just means that I don't have to wait to feel that great looking meat stick inside of me. I need to get fucked properly, and I need it now." As she spoke, she launched across the tub, settling herself on my lap, my cock rubbing her ass. She kissed me passionately, mouth open, tongue finding mine and wrestling inside my mouth. I hungrily returned her kiss, pulling her tight. The feeling of my shaft nestling between her buttocks was almost too much to stand. I contemplated lifting her and trying to insert my hard cock up her anus, but knew she wanted me in her cunt. She reached around behind her to grasp my spear, and to hold it in place while she rose up, half out of the water, her tits teasing my nose. She repositioned herself, knees balanced on the bench on either side of my thighs. Then she eased down slowly onto my shaft, feeding it into herself an inch at a time. I lifted my hands up to play with her tits, making sure to knead the flesh more than I had earlier, when in my rush to pleasure her, I had just focused on her nipples. "Oh, yes, don't stop," she moaned, "I love that. My hubby never paid enough attention to my tits, except to nag me to get a boob job." "I think they are perfect." I replied before licking her neck and then locking our lips together in another deep kiss. By then, she was bouncing up and down, my balls slapping against her ass at one end, and my tip just barely caught in her labia at the other. I felt her arm shift and guessed her fingers were finding her clit. This was confirmed by the movement along my shaft a moment later. My hips added to the action, bumping up off the bench without conscious effort, plunging my cock deep into her, faster. "Incredible...I've never been with anyone who fucked me so well," she groaned, breaking off the kiss coming up for air. "Why didn't we become lovers long ago?" I thought about how long she had been my long distance lover, whether she knew or not, while her muscles clenched around my shaft, as if trying to milk me. Then they relaxed again and she started bouncing again. Listening to the birds chirping in the trees helped distract me just enough to prolong the sex, not wanting to erupt just yet no matter how tight my balls drew to my groin. She had given me enough orgasms already as I had watched from my window, or just recalled the visions, that I felt that I owed her at least one more, bigger than the last. My hands dropped from her tits to her ass. I cupped those cheeks in my splayed fingers, nudging her as a hint to start grinding down into my lap, rotating her hips. My lips replaced my hands on her boobs, licking along the lower curves, kissing in the valley between the mounds as the nipples tickled my ears, and kissing all around each aureola. I continued to pummel her pussy until soft involuntary sighs escaped her lips and her pelvis spontaneously clamped longer and harder around my cock than at any earlier point. Throwing her head back, her taint pressing firmly against my thighs, she screamed in orgasm. The voyeur in me wondered if any of the neighbours were stay at home moms, or if there were college students with gaps on their schedules, or maids. If so, there could be no doubt they would have heard that cry of climax, and if so, I was no longer merely a voyeur, I had added exhibitionist to my titles, and did not give a damn. I held my neighbour, my lover, tight for a moment, until she leaned back, using my hands as supports as she drove her groin against my cock at a new angle, riding the waves of her climax. Though the jets washed away most of her flow, her wetness still coated my balls as her fingers danced down from her clit down my shaft, all the way to my balls. "You still haven't come," she panted. "This morning won't be perfect unless you fill me up with your seed." "But... what if you get knocked up? I haven't been snipped." "Who cares? I've always wanted a kid. Would serve my asshole ex right if I had one now." Somehow, my cock and balls found the possibility of impregnating this angel even more thrilling than simply fucking her - in hindsight, I suspect that insemination would be the absolute proof that this really happened, and was not just a dream. She had slipped her hand between out bodies as we rested, taking control as she had all morning, kneading my balls. "I think I know what you really want," she whispered, lips pressed right to my ear, "lift your ass for a second." That hand slid from my scrotum around my hip, and I barked in surprise when it parted my anal cleavage, not pausing before penetrating past my sphincter. Her mouth again covered mine, swallowing any protest. Right when her finger touched my ass, she started using her abdominals to milk me very gently. She slowly pushed deeper and harder into my tight hole, calmly easing in further and further. When that finger was fully buried in my rectum, she began rotating it gradually. What I was starting to feel was not quite pain, but there was still part of my brain that screamed that this was wrong, and I found myself wondering how she could enjoy anal sex, taking an enormous member inside her. Then the tenderness of the sex overcame my sense of violation. I loved how she wanted me to enjoy this unexpected encounter as much as she had, the strangeness subsided, and I was able to focus on the pleasure. My brain was quiet, my body was humming with stimulation as she stroked my prostate. Though anal sex must be different for her, since she lacked that walnut adjoining her passageway, I understood that the thrill was more than just the taboo, that the nerve endings sung from the experience in special ways that nothing else could create. I couldn't hold off any longer, and shot a thick warm blast of sperm deep inside her womb She gasped when she felt the seed filling her, but kept her flesh clamped around my shaft, milking every last bit of gism out of my balls, painting her uterus with my swimmers. Finally, though, she could take no more and had to relax her muscles, removing her finger from my ass as a few trails of white gunk escaped where her labia were now loose around my root, soon floating on top of the water. She lay there on my lap, kissing me gently, catching her breath while rotating her hips around my deflating cock. We stayed together like that until we drifted back into reality. I expected awkwardness, a mumbled thank you at best, and that she would find an excuse to shuffle me back to my house, the encounter never to be mentioned again. Instead, she locked her eyes on mine, a goofy grin lighting her face. "That was marvellous, and I know that I would love to suck your cock, and hope that you wouldn't mind fucking my ass, but I bet you'd like me to make us some brunch first, and then you might be better recovered?" That was a year ago. I did eventually learn her name. Since then, we have a new daughter, and she is pregnant again, this time with a boy. We have married, and sold my house, living in hers with that enticing pool and hot tub. I have never found out whether or not she knew of my voyeurism, but just the other day, she asked me, "Should we invite the nice young couple that bought your place over for a pool party, or hope that they build their own?"