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Forgotten Key, Surprising Discovery

By: thulot



It all started because of me. You see, I'm quite forgetful sometimes. I was always forgetting little things I had to do, or places I had to be. And this time, I'd forgotten my keys and wallet at work. Locked out of my apartment, with no intention of going all the way back to grab them, I slumped to the floor in front of my door in defeat. Glumly, I pulled out my phone to ring my girlfriend, Amy, to reveal the depths of my stupidity.

She picked up, and I told her of my mistake. "Oh Dan, and tonight after work I'm going to visit my parents! I'm just about to set off from work, and you know it would take me twice as long to make it over there before I go. I won't be back for two or three hours!"

Yet another thing I forgot.

"It's alright though, you can get a key from Mrs. Jones in the apartment next door. I left one with her when we went away last summer, so she should still have it. And she's home all day, so you shouldn't have any problem getting hold of her."

Things were looking up. I might be able to get through the door of my flat at last. And whilst I barely knew my next door neighbour, I knew from passing her on the stairs that she was at least polite and friendly.

I picked myself off and dusted myself off, and moved down the hallway to her door. I knocked loudly, and waited for what seemed an eternity. With no answer, and my hopes of salvation seemingly dashed, I knocked again. After another interminable wait, I decided that she must not be home. I turned to leave and had made it three steps back towards my door when I heard the locks turning, and her door open. A head popped around the frame, looked up the other end of the hallway, and then finding no-one there, turned back in my direction. Her eyes found me, and she smiled, a sea of white on her flushed face.

"Dan, hello! Sorry, I didn't hear you - I was watching a film. What's up?"

I explained my predicament to her head as it poked around the door and she giggled. "Well, you'd better come in whilst I find them then." I headed back to her door, and followed her into apartment. As I rounded the corner I realised she was only wearing a dark satin robe that was cinched around her waist and came down to just above her knees. The effect of the belt made the robe hug her curves as she sashayed in front of me, hips swinging ever so slightly.

I'd never really paid much attention to my neighbour before, having only passed her saying hello. What I did remember was that she was in her early forties, about 5'5" with short dark hair, and always seemed to have a smile on her face. What the baggy sweatshirts and leggings I'd always seen her in had failed to disclose was that she had a beautiful figure. And that figure was now tightly ensconced in a robe and wiggling its way in front of me. I shook my head, trying to quell the rising thoughts about what might be under it. She turned and noticed me behind her, and smiled. She turned away again quickly and I could feel the heat rising to my face and a full blush coming on.

"Have a seat Dan, please, whilst I go get the key." I sat, as invited, on the sofa in her open plan lounge, in front of the blank widescreen TV. She returned a few seconds later with the key, dangling from her finger.

"Thanks Mrs. Jones, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't have had a spare. My girlfriend Amy is away until later tonight, so I would have been outside that door with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs all evening."

"Call me Sally, please! Mrs. Jones makes me sound so old, and I'm only 42!"

I blurted out that she didn't look it, and that she looked amazing. She smiled at my blushing face, and laughed. "Well, flattery will get you everywhere Dan. Why don't you stay a while, seeing as your girlfriend will be out for so long. I could do with the company, as I don't get many visitors as young and handsome as you." She had a point on the young side, whilst I wasn't too sure about the handsome. At 23, 6'0" and pretty toned, I was sure youthful and pretty trim, but as for handsome? Well I'd been attractive enough to snare Amy, hand't I?

"As it's after six, would you care to join me in a drink?" I nodded my assent and she wandered off to her kitchen, where I could see her mixing what looked like two strong drinks.

She returned and handed me my glass, and sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and curled her smooth, shapely legs up under her. 

"So, tell me a little about yourself."

We started to chat about things, and as we continued I felt myself opening up and warming to her more and more. Maybe it was the loosening effect of the drink, but occasionally she'd giggle, and push a bang of brown hair out of her face. After telling her a story showing yet another example of my forgetfulness she laughed heartily and leaned forward. The movement caused her robe to sway open at the top, and I caught a fleeting sight of a luscious, full, shapely breast and a small, hardened nipple, hanging forwards. Yet again, I felt the colour rising to my cheeks.

She pulled herself upright again, and noticing my blushes again drew her robe around her with a wan smile. "Wow, you look as if you're quite hot. Maybe I should get you another drink." I agreed, and she stood again from the sofa and headed off to the kitchen. This time I turned in my seat and my eyes followed her as she mixed the drinks. I watched as she reached up to the top shelf of her cupboards, trying to pick two more long stemmed glasses down. As she reached, her robe began to ride up on her thighs, exposing more and more creamy flesh, until the round mounds of her bottom began to peek from the hem of the garment. I felt conflicting emotions - knowledge that what I was thinking and seeing was wrong and unfair on Amy, who I dearly loved. But the effect of a drink, plus the sight of such a beautiful ass, fought its way to prominence as my cock began to harden.

Next she moved to the freezer, at which she had to bend down to get some ice cubes. Without bending her knees, and with her ass in the air, she reached for the lowest tray, causing her robe to rise again. This time, not only was that peach of a behind revealed in fuller glory, but I could see the thin line of a black thong running between her cheeks and towards her pussy. I held my breath, entranced, as my cock felt like bursting through its seams.

Without looking up she shouted back towards me. "I just need to powder my nose, I'm gonna leave your drink on the side for you - I'll be back in a moment. Make yourself at home, pop on the TV or something. The remote's on the coffee table."

I looked back towards the TV. Anything to get me from concentrating on the MILF in the apartment with me. A quiz show, a news report. Something to stop me from doing something I knew I shouldn't, or from embarrassing myself. So I grabbed the remote as she retreated to her bathroom, and tried to figure out what to do.

I powered up the TV with the remote, only to find that the DVD player switched on too. I fumbled with the remote, trying to prevent it from resuming the film and spoiling whatever Sally had been watching. Too late, the screen began to come to life, bringing with it a huge shock to my system. There in front of me, on the gigantic TV, was a young guy on all fours, with an older woman with short dark hair behind him, wearing nothing but lingerie. And what looked like a large rubber dong protruding from her black panties.

I should have switched it off, I know. But I couldn't. I was transfixed, watching the MILF rubbing the lubricated strap-on cock up and down her partners tight crack. The moans of the receiver showed that he was willing and enjoying it. She pressed the bulbous tip into his asshole slowly, until the head was past the ring of muscle and the lubricated shaft began to slowly pass into him. As he became accustomed to its girth, she slowly began to rock back and forth, fucking him sweetly and gently, probing his inner depths with her member. My cock couldn't have been any harder - it was flooding my boxers with precum and was beginning to stain the front of my jeans. I knew that I'd have to stop the excitement, but I couldn't help it.

"I know it's so crass, but I just love to watch my work all over again - it makes me remember what it was like fucking that young stud in the ass."

I nearly jumped out of my skin! Whilst I was entranced in the pictures on the screen, I hadn't noticed that Sally had returned and was standing behind me at the sofa, with her eyes on the screen too. I pawed for the remote, trying to stop it.

"No, don't feel you should stop it on my behalf. If you're enjoying what you're watching you should carry on. From the looks of your jeans it seems as if you've got no problem with it so far!"

I was enjoying it, to be sure. And after her initial comment about her work, it only began to dawn on me that the woman who was making love to the young guy's hungry ass was indeed the same woman who was in the apartment with me. She rounded the sofa and sat next to me, closer to me than before. I dragged my eyes off the screen long enough to see that her robe had slid open and her hand had gone to between her legs, caressing herself inside her thong. She turned to me with a look of lust and excitement in her brown eyes, and whispered "I guess you know now why I didn't come straight to the door" and smiled at me.

"Uh, that's, uh, that's ok." I stammered. "Is that really you up there?" She moved closer to me, and began to trace her spare hand up and down my knee.

"Yes, it is...I make adult movies, mostly involving my personal fetishes. This is my favourite series. I find attractive, fit young guys, bring them back to my apartment and then fuck them silly with my strapon. Mmm, I remember this scene, I came so hard that I think I almost fucked his brains out."

As if on cue, the woman on the film, my neighbour, began bucking and writhing with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face, pumping the strapon cock further and further into her stud that his eyes seemed as if they would pop out, before the repeated pressure on his prostate became so much that he flooded the bed below him with jets and jets of cum. The screen faded to black with her slumped over his prostrate form.

"I can tell you enjoyed that as much as I did" she whispered, running her hand over the bulge in my jeans. With my groans for encouragement, she undid my belt and slowly eased my trousers and boxers down in one smooth movement. My 7" cock sprang upwards, pointing directly at my chin. With a groan of pleasure she lowered her head to my throbbing cock and began to nibble at the skin below the end. Slowly she worked her way down, and then back up, from the bottom of my balls to the underside of the head. I writhed under her touch, trying to buck my member so that it would reach her mouth. Eventually she relented with her torture, and brought her lips to it, taking me slowly into her mouth and then pumping me up and down with her hand.

Further and further she took me in, until her nose was nestling at the base of my rod and resting on my shaven testicles. Whilst rocking her head up and down, she brought her other hand up and began to fondle my balls, running her nail down towards the skin between them and my anus. I shivered in delight at the treatment I was receiving.

But then my phone rang. She lifted her head up, and whispered to me "Answer it". So I grabbed the phone, and seeing the display said Amy, groaned. Sally, with a twinkle in her eye, whispered again, more forcefully. "Answer it!" So I pressed answer and put the phone to my ear.

"Hey baby, it's only me. I'm on my way back now so I should be home in about twenty minutes."

Sally could hear the conversation too, and, smiling, moved her head to my cock again.

"Uhh, cool babe, can't wait till you get home!"

"Did you get the key from Mrs. Jones next door?"

She began to pump my cock rapidly, whilst licking and sucking on my balls. Her tongue darted downwards, moistening my tender opening. The shivers went through me right to the core. She plunged her fingers into her pussy and slicked them with her essence.

"Uhh, yes I did sweetheart."

"Cool, was she nice?"

Her fingers returned to my ass, circling my asshole, probing gently, as she pumped my throbbing member with her other hand.

"Oh baby, she's wonderful, really friendly and helpful."

I could feel my orgasm approaching, building and ready to explode. She plunged her soaking finger into my asshole, gently pushing forward and letting me accept her.

"Well, I will have to meet properly sometime soon, and get to know all about her. I love you baby"

"I love you too" I managed, just as she hung up. Sally took me into her mouth and finished me off, as I spurted wad after wad of thick creamy cum into her warm, willing mouth. The feeling of her finger gently stretching my ass was divine, making me cum like I had never cum before. She caught every last drop in her mouth, milking me slowly with her hand until I was done.

She brought her head up from my lap, and raised her lips to mine, kissing me with her tongue, coated in my manly juices. She pulled away again, leaving the surprisingly sweet and heady taste of myself in my mouth.

"I guess you'd better go home now, and clean yourself up. But just remember, if you forget your key again, you know where I live. And maybe next time I can tell you more about my work..."

And with that, I left.

Forgotten Key, Surprising Discovery Ch. 02



It had been a month since forgetting my keys and having to borrow my neighbour's. A month of guilt and confusion as to what I had seen, done and discovered. My neighbour, a beautiful older lady called Sally, was, despite her day to day appearance in the block of apartments we lived in, an adult film star. An adult film star with a penchant for anal sex with younger guys - with the twist that it was her strap-on doing the penetration, and the men who were on the receiving end. My visit had culminated in receiving a spine-tingling blowjob whilst on the phone to my girlfriend Amy.

The guilt that I had cheated on her weighed on me like a ton of bricks. The confusion came from what I had seen on the TV screen, a DVD of Sally pegging a younger guy, how it turned me on, yet made me doubt myself and my feelings. In the weeks that followed I redoubled my attentions on my girlfriend, trying to erase the feelings that had arrived. I couldn't help though, from time to time, from browsing through strap-on porn sites, finding pictures and videos of this new fantasy that Sally had awaken in me.

Amy had a big business trip coming up. She was working her way up through the ranks as a management consultant, and had a trip to a client in Amsterdam for a week. I had helped her pack her bags, and was carrying them down to the car for her. As we were walking down the stairs, Mrs. Jones, our neighbour came up in the other direction. She was wearing baggy sweat pants and was clad in a loose jumper, with very little makeup - nothing special outwardly, but I knew what lurked underneath. I tried not to remember the sight of her bending for ice cubes from her freezer, her robe riding up over her sublime rear and showing her thong below.

Amy stopped to say hello, and to thank Mrs. Jones for sorting me out when I had forgotten my keys the month before.

"Oh, please Amy, call me Sally. And it was nothing - it was good to have a little bit of company, especially from such a handsome young man!"

Amy laughed. "Well, I'm going to be away for the next week in Amsterdam, so if he messes anything up will you promise to look after him as well as last time?"

Sally smiled, and with a twinkle in her eye replied "Oh yes, I'm sure I can keep him in line if anything gets out of hand. Maybe Dan, you wouldn't mind popping over and giving me some company one evening. I'd love to hear more about your work, and I can tell you a little more about mine."

I blushed, and said I would think about it. Amy, oblivious to the undertone to the conversation, said that I should be able to better than that.

"Why don't you head over tonight? You've been saying today how little you have to do in the evenings whilst I'm away, and you're bound to get a little lonely."

Mrs. Jones smiled and said that would be lovely, and, waving goodbye and wishing Amy a good trip, walked up the stairs to our floor, whilst we headed down to the car.

***

I saw Amy off at the airport, with her promising that she would ring me at the apartment to let me know she got there alright. I headed back, and spent the afternoon doing banal household tasks, trying to deflect my mind from the events of the past month. Finally, at 6PM, Amy rang to say she had arrived but that she was about to head out on the town with some of her colleagues. So, there was little else to do but fix some food and settle down with a glass of wine. By 8PM I was already bored, and, thoughts turning to my invitation next door, began to warm to the idea.

I soon found myself at the door to her flat, having knocked, waiting for her to let me in. I could hear light footsteps from the other side, and the tumbling of the locks as the door was opened. She beamed out at me with a wide smile.

"I wasn't sure you'd come over in the end. Please, come in - I'll get us a drink."

She ushered me to the couch and sat me down, in the same spot that she'd nibbled on my balls and swallowed my cum a month before. She fussed in her kitchen for a while, before returning with two large glasses of white wine and another bottle on a tray. I got a chance to study her as she walked back to the lounge. About 5'5", with short dark hair, she was wearing a subtle and refined black evening dress, showing off her full and beautiful cleavage without being too provocative. The dress hugged her curvy yet slender form as it travelled south, ending just above the knee, where you could see her slim and shapely legs encased in a sheen of black fabric.

She sat next to me on the sofa, much as before, and we began to chat. After the first glass of wine we had managed to cover my job, my worries at work, how I was thinking about trying to find a new career elsewhere. By the second, we had discussed why she was Mrs. Jones but had no ring and lived alone. She had been married young, divorced quickly, but had by then established herself in her career and didn't want to lose the name. On top of that, she said, it kept away potential, unwanted suitors who would assume there was a Mr. Jones around.

And that was how the big elephant in the room of her day job was brought up. She explained how she had been working her way through a law degree, when she met her future husband, a moderately successful photographer and film producer. He suggested she begin modelling for him, and from there it progressed from softcore shoots, to harder stuff, before her career as a film star began to blossom.

She suddenly jumped up and headed over to a cabinet by her TV. "I tell you what, instead of explaining what I do, why don't I show you the kind of films I'm into now?"

She returned clutching a selection of DVDs and arrayed them on the table. I pushed through them, seeing a variety of titles. 'Bicurious Blokes IV', '10 Man Gangbang V', 'Horny Housewives', 'FFM Fantasies'. All of them with her lust-filled face on the cover somewhere, with a variety of men, women and toys around her. And finally, the one she kept in her hands, 'MILFs with Strap-ons'. I knew straight away that this was the film that I had caughter her watching, the one that had aroused me so before. Just the thought, the memory, began to cause my cock to swell noticeably.

Sally leant forward, placing a hand on my thigh, and whispered in my ear "Would you like to try it Dan?" I groaned in excitement, and nodded. She smiled coyly, stood, and grabbed my hand, leading me into her bedroom. She stopped outside her bathroom door, turned to me and told me to take a relaxing, hot shower, and then to come into her room.

I stripped in no time, and jumped in her shower, turning the jet of water up to full blast. I knew I hadn't really thought this through, that I was about to be unfaithful to Amy if I carried through and left the room to join her. I stepped under the flow, the steam and the wine combining to make me dizzy with anticipation and lust. I was going to do this. I wanted to do this. I soaped myself up, running my hands across my now rock hard member, cleansing it as it rose to its full length of 7". I moved my other hand down across my shaven balls, down the skin between my legs and towards my anus. I slowly rubbed it, cleaning it and making sure I was ready for whatever would be awaiting me. Rinsing myself off, I reached for a towel and headed for the door. I paused, gathered my nerve, opened the door and headed to her bedroom.

The lights were low, but as I turned the corner I could see her on her bed. She was propped up against the headboard, dressed all in black. Black balconette bra, breasts pushed high, nipples standing proud; black stockings, silken and smooth looking against her gorgeous legs; and a black thong, tight, slinky and moist as her hand pumped away vigorously. Her eyes were shut, and the moans that were coming from her almost-prostrate form told me that she had been waiting a while. Hearing me making my entrance, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, beckoning towards her. I slowly approached the bed, climbing upon it and lower my head to her legs. I kissed, slowly at first, gently, up her stockinged leg from ankle to knee, knee to thigh, past the end of the sheer material and onto her creamy thighs. I reached up and began to remove her thong, momentarily causing her thrusting fingers to be removed. I licked them clean as I pulled off the slinky garment to reveal a sopping wet pussy, devoid of all hair, waiting for my touch.

I lowered my head again, and began to nibble around her moist opening with tenderness. I nibbled her outer lips, from just next to her clitoris down to her flowing opening and back. I darted gently with my tongue, tasting her sweet yet musky fragrance as I worked towards her clit. As I touched her most sensitive spot with my wet tongue she shivered and moaned, encouraging me. I concentrated on making her feel as good as I could, tongue and licking and caressing until she began to buck and writhe, then backing away from her climax, moving down and flicking the rosebud of her ass before returning to her clit. Finally she could take no more, and grabbing my head with her hands she forced me to bring her off, crying with pleasure as I sucked and kneaded. Gasping, she pushed me away and moved to stand up.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she ordered. I complied, watching as she moved to her bedside drawers. She opened the top drawer, and removed a black set of straps and a blue cock. I estimated that it was about 8" long, but only 6" or so protruded from the black thong they were harnessed to. The other 2" ended in a plug that thickened up and faced back to the wearer. Sally brought the harness up over her legs and brought the plug to her slit, pushing inside until the rubber dick sat naturally on her pelvis. She tightened the straps, turned to me and smiled.

"Ready to suck my cock?"

I nodded, entranced by what was in front of me. I reached out and ran my hand along the knurled shaft of the toy, squeezing and finding it pliable but stiff. She inched towards me, her phallus bouncing ridiculously in my face. I brought the end up to my mouth and tentatively ran my lips and tongue around the bulbous head.

"Mmm, that looks good from where I'm standing. Now take it into your mouth," she commanded me.

I opened my mouth, and began to give my first ever blowjob, real cock or fake. The toy tasted rubbery, unsurprisingly, and I coated it in a fine patina of saliva the further I managed to get in. My beautiful neighbour began to slowly thrust in and out, pushing more of the dong into my mouth. With 5" or so in I began to gag and she withdrew, trailing strings of spit as it plopped out of my mouth with a pleasing sound. I had never been so hard in my life before. All self-consciousness at what I was doing had melted away as I experienced the joy of giving head.

Sally beamed at me and congratulated me on my blowing skills. She then ordered me onto my hands and knees on the bed. I assumed the position, only to have her force my arms down and my head even further, so that my ass was sticking out in the air. I felt so vulnerable, so open to attack. She climbed onto the bed behind me and shuffled towards me, the strap-on brushing my thigh as she did.

"You have a beautiful ass Dan, has anyone ever told you that? I can't believe how lucky that girlfriend Amy of yours is, getting that to herself. I'd fuck that all night, every night if I had the chance. Just imagine how it would look in a thong too! I can't wait to show you to my friend Lucy!"

She bent forward and began to kiss my back, working her way down towards my nether regions. Her caresses had reached my backside, and were working their way down around my flesh when she took my rigid cock in her hand. She started to slowly massage the head, working my pre-cum, which was by now streaming from me, into my shaft and balls. I suddenly shivered as her kisses reached my tender anus and her tongue flicked across my sensitive skin. I moaned loudly as she plunged into me, a feeling I'd barely experienced before. The feelings increased in intensity as she began to fuck me in and out with her tongue, nudging into my crack each time with her nose and chin.

She pulled away and reached for a bottle of lube from her bedside table. She squeezed a dollop out onto her hand and began to stroke her rubber cock. When it was firmly coated, she reached to my ass and began to trace around my hole. The coolness took my breath away, and my gasp must have made her think I was anxious. She told me to relax, that it wouldn't hurt, that she would be gentle, and slowly began to probe into me with her finger. My head spinning, it felt weird at first but strangely filling, and I began to rock back in time to her gentle thrusting. Soon she was fitting finger after finger into me, until she had four comfortably inside me and I had relaxed enough. She pulled them out with a plop, leant forward and whispered a question into my ear.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you now?"

I cried that I was, and she moved forward, the tip of her strap-on rubbing my balls and moving up to my waiting anus. She pushed slowly in, the large head stretching me even further. Bolts of pain quickly shot through my behind, only to be replaced by a feeling of hunger and want. She slowly inched forward until the head was in; she then eased the full length of the toy into me until her pelvis was flush with my body. She stayed there, making sure I was fine. When I assured her that there was nothing more that I wanted than for her to plow into me, she began to rock in and out. My ass felt like it was on fire, that it would burst, but the sensations running up my spine were making me delirious and hungry for more. She thurst in and out me, faster, stronger, deeper, fucking me like the slut I wanted her to make me. The laborious breathing I could hear behind me meant that she was enjoying it too. Harder she went, harder I pushed back, grunting with the effort. All the while my cock was standing fully to attention, flowing with precum.

Suddenly she pulled out, grabbed me by the hips and gruffly ordered me to roll onto my back and pull my legs up. I complied immediately, wanting to do all I could to please the cougar who had taken my anal virginity so gently, erotically, fulfillingly. She pushed my legs further up until my knees were by my chest, and plunged herself back into me. Her fucking became fierce, almost animalistic, as she approached her climax. With one slender hand wrapped around my cock and pumping in time she drove into me with reckless abandon, until with a cry she unleashed one last thrust and collapsed onto me, pulsing with her orgasm. She leant forward and rammed her tongue into me, whimpering with release and satisfaction. I returned the kiss, grateful to her for letting me experience this amazing act, but becoming sore with her member inside my aching backside. She pulled away and looked at me with a hunger in my eyes.

"I want that young cock of yours inside me now, right where it belongs."

She pulled herself out of me gently, then carefully removed the harness, letting the bulb of her internal plug that had so recently brought her to orgasm fall from her slick pussy. She placed it on the side, then returned to the bed and lowered herself onto my engorged cock, slamming immediately straight to the hilt. Despite her age, she felt as tight and supple as any woman half her age I had been with before. Sally drew herself up until I had almost slipped from her, only the head remaining inside, then slammed down again. I could feel myself already approaching orgasm, the seed that had been building inside me beginning to reach boiling point.

"God I think I'm going to cum soon if you keep doing that" I moaned. She grinned at me and retorted that that was the idea. She began to quicken her fucking, my hands on her hips guiding her back onto me. I could feel my balls begin to tighten and my still slightly gaping asshole begin to clench as my orgasm arrived. Wave after wave of cum seemed to issue forth from my loins into her hot, sticky womb. I had never cum so hard before, or so long. I think I blacked out slightly for a few seconds, because the next thing I knew she had levered herself off me and was climbing up towards me. She straddled my face and stuck her dripping wet pussy right onto my mouth.

"Clean me up Dan, clean me up nice and good."

I had definitely not been expecting this, but, still in the haze of post-coital bliss I began to lap at her opening, tasting our combined juices as they began to flow out of her moist slit. She groaned and began to clench herself, pushing a small stream of my cum into my waiting mouth and onto my eager tongue. The taste of her tangy juices combined with the salty flavour of my semen was a heady mix, not at all as unappetising as I imagined it would be in the brief moment before she sat on my face. I began to probe deeper into her with my tongue, my nose above her clit as I breathed furiously through my nose. The combination of my tongue and my hot breath pushed her over the edge, as she clamped down upon my face and began to cry softly.

"God I can feel it coming Dan! Eat your cum for me, take all your load from my pussy!"

Suddenly she pushed hard, and a huge torrent of my semen flooded out of her. I tried to catch as much of it as I could with my open mouth, only for some of it to dribble over the sides of my mouth and over my chin. She rocked back and forwards, savouring the feelings as I licked her clean. Finally, she raised herself off me and collapsed at my side, curling into me. My older, beautiful neighbour began trailing a finger through the drips of cum flowing down my face and asked her if I understood now why she enjoyed her work so much. I told her I was glad that such a sexy, assertive woman took such delight in doing the things she did to younger men like me.

"Well," she said, with a smile playing across her face, "I think then I'll have to introduce you to some more of my friends then!"