12 comments/ 92169 views/ 19 favorites The Importance Of Good Neighbours By: BiancaMmmm I wrote this story originally in Dutch during a very quiet afternoon at work. As some of 'my' English readers got curious, I decided to translate it. More or less, as some little things are different. I think it's easier to write in English straight away instead of translating. So, if things seem funny... bear with me :) XXX My god, I'm so incredibly horny today. At work, seated at my desk, I tried to squeeze my legs and pussy as much as possible just to make myself cum and hopefully without anyone else noticing. I'd been to the toilet several times, just to finger fuck myself. Of course, that was something I couldn't do too often as others would notice me going to the ladies all the time, so I kept shifting on my chair while my pussy leaked its juices into my white cotton panties. During my lunch break – instead of going to the canteen - I actually went home to lie on bed to fuck myself for lack of anything better with a large carrot. Oh damn, I was sooo horny and I came sooo hard. Afterwards I rushed back to work wearing a clean pair of panties. When I drove away I noticed my neighbour's car parked under the carport, but unfortunately their was no sign of the guy himself. Things didn't improve this afternoon. Even though – or do you reckon because of?? – I'd carrot fucked myself, my pussy kept demanding my attention. Within the hour my panties were soaked again. I just couldn't wait for the working day to be over. I just wanted to leave. Go home and finger myself. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a nymphomaniac or anything like that. As a matter of fact, I'm 23 years old and am relatively inexperienced when it comes to men. I think that most people would consider me a boring, quiet girl, possibly even an ice queen. I also work at a university library, need I say more? I'm sure you've got an image of me now. No, I don't have long grey hair tied in a bun, nor do I wear glasses and no, no woollen skirts till my ankles or blouses buttoned up till my chin. At work I usually wear black trousers and a nice blouse or cute top. At home I generally wear jeans, though I try to wear skirts more often. Not the super short ones, but the ones that stop just above my knees. I don't have long grey hair, but dark hair that just reaches my shoulders. Seriously, the only thing grey about me are my eyes and well, yeah, my sex life. I may be a bit reserved when it comes to men, but that doesn't mean my pussy doesn't like attention. Trust me, if you could put a hand between my legs right now, you'd know better right away. Anyway, I was very glad that I got to go home at 6pm. Just a few months ago I moved to a nice quiet street in the older part of town. You know, the kind of street where people know each other and actually take the time to have a chat with you. Unfortunately, that happened today as well: Mrs. DeBurgh kept rambling on about her niece while her large dog kept pushing its wet snout in my hot crotch. I was too polite to cut her short, but I let out a sigh of relieve once the front door closed behind me. I rushed upstairs to my bedroom and took off my blouse, but kept wearing my bra. I yanked my trousers and panties down in one go and I rolled onto my bed. I could feel my juices trickle down my legs. I grabbed the large carrot with dried up cum from earlier that day. It didn't take long until it was nice and deep inside my cunt again and I felt my orgasm approaching. I moaned and told my imaginary fuck partner to go on, to keep pumping his thick fat cock inside my pussy, that I was his little slut. I climaxed with a loud groan and I felt my pussy contracting around the carrot, desperate for those hot squirts of sperm that obviously never came. With a deep sigh I pulled the carrot out of my pussy. I pulled off my bra and put on a clean pair of panties. I decided to put on my nightie as well. I wasn't going anywhere anymore that night and jeans would only get in the way. I heated up some food in the microwave and tried to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate. In the end I took my notebook computer and started to read some hot sex stories on the Internet. It didn't take long until I felt my third set of panties of the day become damp. I lay comfortably on the couch and balanced my notebook on my lap while in the meantime I scrolled through the stories with one hand while my other hand rubbed my pussy. I was about to log on to a chat site, hoping to find a horny guy who'd be willing to talk me to an orgasm, when the doorbell rang. It startled me so, that I slammed my notebook shut, but I didn't get up. When the bell rang again a little later, I got up and went to the door. I opened the door little more than a crack and the next door neighbour was standing in front of it. He had a hand in his jeans pocket and stood with his back towards me. Apparently something in the street had drawn his attention. "Yeah?" I asked and he turned around. "Sorry," he laughed shortly, "I hadn't realised you'd opened the door. I just wanted to say–" He stopped short when I didn't open the door any further. Now, OK, we didn't know each other that well, but I don't usually hide behind doors. "I'm sorry, am I catching you at a bad time? Are you ill?" "No no, I'm just, uhm, well, I already got my nightie on." "Oh?" he glanced at his watch and I automatically glanced at mine. It was barely 8.30pm. "You're early," he chuckled. "Mmwyeah, it's been a long day," I bit on my bottom lip. The neighbour is a nice, easy going kind of guy of about 30. He's half a head taller than I am and is physically very fit. He goes for a run most mornings. He's got short dark hair and beautiful brown eyes that were now looking at me. And his mouth.... "OK, so you'll be going to bed nice and early." "Hmm? Oh yeah, nice and early to bed," I nodded in agreement with a head that was turning red slowly but surely. I was definitely going to go to bed early, but for a different reason than he thought. "Why I'm here: tomorrow I'll be tearing down the fence. I've got the new one in." "Oh, OK." He looked so hot... "A mate of mine will lend a hand and we'll be starting early." I nodded while my cheeks burnt. "So, don't get spooked when you suddenly see two blokes in your back yard tomorrow, alright?" he laughed softly. "No, I won't, thanks," I put a hand over my face. I felt so hot. "Are you sure you're OK?" he sounded worried. "No." Shit! "Yes! I mean yes, I'm feeling fine." He came a little closer. I saw the neighbour across the street come home. He looked briefly into our direction, before he went inside and I became even more aware of the heat in my face and the heat between my legs. "You sure?" My face was red, my pussy soaking wet and my hands held on to the door handle for dear life. Then I heard myself say: "No." "No? Hey, if there's anything I can do...." I nodded and after a short hesitation I opened the door wider. There I was standing in front of my neighbour in my short nightie. My erect nipples could be clearly seen through the cotton material. "Could you please fuck me? I've been so incredibly horny all day and-" "Excuse me?" he looked at me stupefied. I could feel my heart beat in my throat. "I would really like you to fuck me..." He remained quiet and just stared at me. "I'm so incredibly horny. I've been so wet all day," I hardly dared look at him. He just stared at me with those dark eyes. "I'm wearing my third pair of panties and even they are no longer dry. Would you like to feel for yourself?" I asked quietly and I pulled up my nightie just a little, just so that he could see my panties. He looked over his shoulder. The street seemed deserted. I could see him swallow, but then he said: "Sure, I'd like to feel it, but perhaps it's better if I do so inside? Mrs. DeBurgh and her dog will be here soon for their evening walk..." "Yeah, of course, come on in," I quickly stepped aside and he got in and closed the door behind him. The little hallway suddenly felt even smaller. He was standing so close to me. "Well, alright then, let me feel it." He pushed me gently against the door and stood in front of me. I felt his hot breath on my face, while he raised my nightie with a hand. His face was so close to mine, his eyes staring deeply into mine. I wanted to close my eyes to avoid his stare. In a way I felt so embarrassed, but then I felt his hand slide over my panties and he reached that hot, wet spot between my legs. "Ooh!" I couldn't stop myself. I'd intended to be quiet, but he'd pressed a finger against my pussy and slowly started to rub. My pussy responded immediately by pressing itself against his hand. He smiled. "Your panties are indeed nicely wet, but, well, is your pussy really as wet as you'd like me to believe?" "Mmm, yes..." "I'd like to feel that too." "Yes," I sighed. "Let's take this off first, shall we?" and he pulled my nightie up and over my head and dropped it on the floor. My arms hung beside me while he stared hungrily at my body. He started to fondle my breasts. My C cup breasts seemed to fit so nicely in his hands and my nipples were so hard. "There's nothing wrong with your tits either. Very nice." He stepped closer and took off his own T-shirt. I felt his hot body pressed against mine. His hands stroked and gently squeezed my breasts before they slid down my body, towards my bum. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them. I was leaning against him and moaned against his throat. He pulled me against his erection and I wanted to undo his belt, but he stopped me and pulled down my panties instead. Even though it was lovely summer weather and the temperature inside was comfortably warm, it suddenly felt a bit chilly between my legs. I wanted to squeeze them together but his hand was already in between. His fingers slid over my wet pussy lips and reached the warm, wet opening. He pressed his finger inside and I moaned again and wanted to pull up a leg to give him more access. His dark brown eyes had become even darker with lust. "You really are very wet, and you know, because you've asked so nicely," he grinned at me, "Yeah, I'll fuck you." "Mmm, yeah!" I bit in my lower lip while I pressed my back against the door and my cunt firmly on his finger. "Just tell me where... I could take you here, or in the kitchen, or in your bed," he pushed a second finger inside of me and I just couldn't answer. It felt so good! His fingers inside of me, his hot body against me. I just wanted to get laid. "Never mind. I already know." He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, unbuckled his belt and opened the button of his jeans. I felt so horny when I heard the zipper go down. He pushed his jeans and boxers down till his knees. "Hey!" I opened my eyes, though I didn't remember closing them. He laughed at me. "I want you to see what's going to enter that horny pussy of yours." I looked down and saw his thick, hard cock. He was larger than I'd expected and I for a second I had my doubts. He seemed to notice that and slowly shook his head. "Too late, little girl," he grabbed his cock and took my hand, "I felt yours..." My breathing was fast, my heart pounded in my chest and my pussy was begging for attention and here I was, holding and stroking his big cock. It was so thick, that my fingers barely fit around it. It felt warm and hard and at the same time soft. My thumb slid over the top of its head where pre-cum was already glistening. I gently stroked his cock. He started to groan and pressed himself against me. "I'm gonna fuck you," he growled in my ear and I held on tight to his shoulders. He hooked his arms under my legs and pushed me up. I felt his slick head pushing against the entrance of my pussy. He slid it up and down until I thought I was losing my mind. My pussy started to throb and my pussy muscles started to contract and he wasn't even inside of me yet! I clung to him and moaned in his ear: "Please, fuck me!" He muttered a reply and pressed his cock's head inside my pussy. Oh, so hot! I'd been so horny all day that I climaxed almost straight away. I felt my juices leak out of my pussy via his prick. He waited a few seconds, before he slammed his cock all the way till his balls inside my cunt. I screamed and dug my fingers deeper in his shoulders and back. "NOW I'm going to fuck you," and having said that he started to pump my pussy hard and fast. The world around me was gone. My world existed only of his hot breath in my face, his moaning and growling in my ear, his fingers digging in my ass cheeks and his cock pounding into my pussy. The door was creaking from the pressure and I felt my muscles contract again. "Ooh, I'm gonna cum! Oh baby, I'm cumming. Go on, fuck me!" He rammed even harder and I hit the back of my head against the door. My fingers dug in his shoulders and my orgasm was so strong, that I actually started to see black spots. I heard him growl "Fuck!" and I felt how his cock tensed and then, finally I felt hot sperm being squirted in my pussy. My pussy contracted around his cock and started milking it. "Oh fuck!" he let go of my legs and I stood trembling between him and the door. I ran my fingers through my hair. He pressed his mouth on mine and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues entwined in a short, but extremely hot kiss. His cock meanwhile slid out of me and hung limp between us. I felt both his and my cum trickle out of me. He ended the kiss and started to laugh softly. I looked at him and he answered my unspoken question: "I just came over to tell you about the fence!" "Sorry..." He tongued me a little more before he said: "Everyone around here thinks you're such a good little girl..." "I am," I assured him, "I mean, I don't go around seducing my neighbours." "I think it's hot," his fingers played with my pussy. Stroking gently and off and on a finger would slide inside. "Listen baby, I was supposed to catch up with a mate of mine tonight." "OK," I nodded at him. Not a problem. "I can cancel..." he kissed my neck. "And then what" I asked teasingly. "Kitchen, bed..." nibbled my ear. "Hmmm," I licked my lips and moaned when his fingers started to rub my clit a bit harder. His cell phone rang and while he kept fingering me, he fished it out of his jeans pocket. He looked at the display and said: "Yep, that's Tom. Probably wondering what's keeping me." I smiled contently, enjoying the feel of his finger inside of me. He pushed a button and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey Tom, listen mate, I'll be right there," he looked at me, amused, "Oh, if you need to know, I just fucked my sexy neighbours brains out." I could hear Tom reply, but couldn't make out the words. My neighbour started to laugh. "Yeah, see you in a bit." He looked at me with a big grin on his face. "He didn't believe me." I didn't say anything, but squeezed my legs together when he pulled his finger out. He pulled his boxers and jeans up and put his T-shirt back on. All the while he kept looking at me. "I've gotta go," he opened the door and had his eyes wander over my body once more. The sun had just disappeared behind the trees and houses, but it was still very light. "But if you ever need a 'hand' again..." I blushed and he stroked my face. "You're so hot," he said softly. "At what time do you guys start tomorrow morning?" "Early, so we're not gonna make it too late tonight." "It's Tom who'll be helping you?" He laughed shortly. "Ha! Yeah, Tom will be lending a hand." I looked at him and I just couldn't get rid of that silly smile on my face. I just felt so good. "I'll take care of morning tea and lunch." "Sounds good to me." "And perhaps you could give me a hand at some point..." The grin didn't seem to want to leave his face either. He moved closer and our tongues met again in a quick kiss. "Just let me know, baby." Then he walked quickly back to his house and I heard him get into his car. I was still standing in the doorway when he drove away. I was about to close the door, when I noticed the neighbour across the street. He stood in his garden and stared at me. I stared back, thinking 'what?", but then I realised that I was naked and he could see it all. Instead of slamming the door shut however, I smiled and waved at him. He hesitated briefly before raising a hand in greeting. I turned around and bent over to pick my panties off the floor. I knew darned well, that this allowed my neighbour a first class view of my cunt. I closed the door and leaned with my back against it. I'd expected to feel ashamed or something like that. I mean, I'd let myself be fucked by a guy whom I hardly knew and I knew he would be doing it again. I'd also just shown the neighbour across the street what I've got. He's married, so, normally that would be a definite no go, but well, it's not like I want to marry him. Besides, I saw a bulge in his pants and the idea of having sex with someone in his fifties is a definite turn on. I took a nice hot shower and now I'm sitting on my bed and I know, it may sound unbelievable, but I'm horny again. The carrot's still on my bed. It isn't the same, but it's nice and thick, so... I'll be playing with myself again for a little while... The Importance Of Good Neighbours Ch. 02 I was still lying comfortably in my bed when I heard my neighbour and his friend taking down the fence the next morning. A look at my watch told me that it was barely 8.15am. So, they'd indeed made an early start. I turned around and thought of the previous night. I felt my face flush just remembering that I'd asked my neighbour -- asked! -- to fuck me. Had I really been that desperate? That's not like me at all, I really preferred the guy to make the first, preferably more subtle move. I felt a big, silly grin on my face thinking it had been well...very nice... I did wonder whether this ever happened to other people, people like me, your regular grey mice, with a barely existing sex life who suddenly gave into this almost desperate need for sex. I just couldn't imagine people doing what I'd done. I lay on my back and pushed the sheet and thin blanket down till below my breasts and with one hand under my head, I let my other hand slide down my body to caress my breasts. The memory of last night's events and the cool morning breeze through the open windows had made my nipples stand erect. My thumb trailed over them. I pretended that it was my neighbour's hand sliding down my body. He'd been so horny last night, perhaps even a little dominant, which had been very arousing. Strangely enough it felt like there was a bond between us that did not necessarily consist out of lust alone. I squeezed my thighs tightly together and my other hand slowly moved to my breasts as well and I started stroking them, while I heard the guys talking to each other outside. It was the carefree bantering of two good mates. My right hand slid further down through my hairy pussy towards the nice warm and wet spot between my legs. I rubbed my clit, while my other hand kept fondling my breasts. I heard my neighbour call after Tom that he shouldn't forget to take the other drill out of his car. Just the sound of his voice brought me closer to the edge. I started to rub faster and my left hand went to my pussy as well. I wondered whether he'd thought about last night and what was he thinking about me now? Would we still even dare to look at each other? I heard him laugh at something Tom said and I pushed a finger inside. I started to moan and couldn't lie still. I felt my orgasm build. I arched my back and pushed another finger inside. With two fingers buried deeply inside and a clit that got rubbed fast and hard I climaxed. "Oh gosh," I groaned, "This is sooo good!" My pussy muscles contracted around my fingers and I could feel the milking sensation. I lay there a little while longer feeling content and with a smile and the first sun beams on my face. I got up at a quarter to nine. A great time for a Saturday morning. I walked over to the window where a lace curtain protected me from curious looks. I looked outside and saw Tom busily digging. Zack, my neighbour, stood close by commenting on things and I started to laugh softly. Apparently he'd allocated tasks quite nicely. As if he knew that I was standing there, he suddenly looked up. I automatically stepped back and hid behind the thick curtains, carefully peeking around them though I knew they couldn't see me. I could see and hear that he said something to Tom. He glanced up once more, before pitching in again. My heart pounded loudly. All the feelings that I'd had last night, resurfaced. I took a shower and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Admittedly, not the sexiest outfit, but safe. I started to feel nervous, because what were we going to say to each other? And more importantly: had Zack told Tom what had happened last night? I went downstairs. I enjoyed my little house. The kitchen/dine area was rather spacious. The lounge on the other hand rather small, but I was very content with it. There's a small garden in front with some bushes. At the back there's a lawn and flower patches and that morning there were two guys digging out a third fence pole. The old fence was not in the best of shapes and some of the poles were actually rotting. We'd decided to simply replace the whole thing and share the costs. I had breakfast at the kitchen table which allowed me to keep an eye at the scene outside, meanwhile trying to convince myself that everything would be alright. I'd keep it cool and pretend like last night had never happened. Sounded like a plan to me. I got my empty plate and cup and put them on the kitchen counter. While doing so I had turned my back to the windows and therefore also to the outside door. I started when it opened and when I turned around my neighbour stood on the threshold. "Morning," he said and there was a smile on his face and that was the end of all my good intentions of keeping it cool. I felt my face flush. "Morning," I greeted in return and I intended to turn around, pretending like nothing was going on, but I stood as if rooted to the floor. I really tried not to stare at him. He was wearing sturdy, mud covered shoes and an old pair of jeans covered in grass and mud stains. His t-shirt didn't look much cleaner and that made it look even better on him. His arms were tanned and muscled. Definitely the outdoor type. He stared at his shoes and back at me. "May I...?" he asked. I just stood there staring at him and eventually he took that as a 'yes'. He entered the kitchen, but kept his distance. "Slept well?" I felt my cheeks burn, but nodded. He grinned and said: "I slept well too, but, well, you know, it took some time, so to speak." I nodded again, my cheeks were still burning and I felt my body respond. He came closer and I felt his hand under my chin and he pushed gently until our eyes met. "Regrets?" Gosh, regrets? Did I have any? I suddenly started to smile. Hadn't it been wonderful?! "Nah," my face seemed to cool down, "No, no regrets, but uhm, I'd rather that I'd known you a bit better..." He laughed softly and I saw the relief in his eyes. "You? Regrets?" He shook his head. "Not a second." "But?" "But I thought you might have." His hands touched my bare arms and he kissed me. "Tom, did you..." He laughed again. "He wouldn't have believed me. I told him that a neighbour needed a hand and now I'm sure he thinks I helped an 80-year-old lady change a light bulb." My hands rested on his chest, but I moved them to his shoulders and then to his neck. "Where's he now?" "Getting some things out off his car." "Shouldn't you be giving him a hand?" "Mmm, yeah, probably," he pushed himself against me and I felt his hand in my neck, pulling my face close to his own. "Remember?" he murmured as he started to kiss my neck. "W-what?" my heart skipped a beat and I clung to him. "Hallway, kitchen, bedroom," I felt his tong at the hollow of my collarbone. "Mmm, yes." "We're in the kitchen..." he began kissing me more passionately. "But Tom..." He kissed my neck, then my mouth. His tongue slipped inside and I forgot the world around me. I felt his hands slide under my t-shirt and on my back, towards the clasp of my bra. I leaned against him and moaned in his mouth when I felt my bra being undone. His hands moved towards my butt. We were still busily tonguing each other and I felt myself become wetter. He pulled me against his erection and started kissing me in my neck again. "But Tom...," I repeated. "Mmm?" Zack replied, "He'll have to wait..." "But- Oohh!" he lifted me on to the kitchen counter. I encircled his waist with my legs and he pulled my t-shirt up in order to treat my breasts with his mouth and tongue. My fingers went through his hair and I leaned my head against the kitchen cupboards behind me. With closed eyes I enjoyed the feel of his hands and hot mouth on my body. I moaned when he flicked his tongue over a hard nipple while the other one got pinched gently. This was so good. I pulled him closer forgetting the world around me. A cough and "Xcuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but..." My eyes snapped open and there was Tom, leaning in the doorway. There was an amused grin on his face. How long had he been there, watching us? "Zack. Zack!" I pushed the neighbour away from me and a bit panicked I pulled my t-shirt down. "Mmm, what?" he looked up at me with his dark eyes. I pointed over his shoulder at the guy in the doorway and he looked over his shoulder. "Oh, that's Tom," and he tried to pull my t-shirt up again. I stopped him and wriggled off the kitchen counter. "Easy girl," he laughed softly, "Tom's a very good mate of mine." "But I don't know him!" I hissed at him. "You hardly knew me last night..." he threw back softly, but he turned around and made the introductions. Tom came closer and offered me his hand. I remained behind my neighbour, too aware of the fact that my bra hung loose under my t-shirt, but nevertheless I shook his hand. "You got the things out of the car?" Tom nodded, his eyes darting from me to Zack and back again. "Let's get back to business then," he turned to me, "I remember your offer for coffee and lunch?" All I could do was nod. Tom was already on his way out, but not without a last amused glance at us. Zack pulled me close again. "You guys want your coffee at about ten?" He nodded while his eyes wandered over my body and he put a hand on my bum and squeezed gently. Then he turned around and walked towards the door, but before he went outside he said: "Don't you have a nice little skirt? Makes things a bit... easier." "But Tom, he-" "He's a very good mate," he grinned and before he closed the door behind him he added: "You should get to know him a little better." I rushed upstairs. Not so much as to change, but because I wanted to know what they were saying about me, for there was no doubt in my mind, that they'd be discussing me. Tom was leaning on his spade while Zack joined him. "Some help with unloading the car would've been nice..." "I was busy." "Yeah, getting up close and personal with your neighbour." "Told you so." "So... that's the neighbour who's brains you fucked out, as you put it over the phone last night?" "Yep." I couldn't see it, but I was sure that Zack had a wide grin on his face. "But... you guys hardly know each other, right?" "Right." "But..." "But she was horny, asked me to fuck her and hey, I'm only human." Tom stared at him and then towards the kitchen, before he started to laugh out loud. "No mate, I don't buy it. That's a good girl, cute and all, but not a girl who'd just ask her neighbour to fuck her." Zack shrugged his shoulders and began dragging the old fence poles out of their way. It was a little after ten when I carried a tray with soft drinks and cookies into the garden. It was quite warm already and the guys had decided to prefer a soft drink over coffee. I acted like nothing had happened, but Zack stared offhandedly and amused at me and nodded his approval when he saw my skirt. Tom seemed curious as well. He was blonde and had blue eyes and just like my neighbour he was tanned. He was a little taller than Zack and I thought he could use some extra weight, but then I'm not usually into the skinny type. Our conversation remained neutral, talking about work and whether I enjoyed living here. When the guys got up to get back to work, Zack put his empty glass on the tray and whispered in my ear: "Nice skirt." I tried to ignore him, but couldn't help smiling. "Wet panties?" I swallowed and looked towards Tom, but he seemed far enough away not to hear and I whispered back: "Wanna feel?" "Here?" "Actually, I was thinking- Mmmm!" He'd already pushed his hand under my shirt and between my legs. "Not as wet as it was yesterday..." "I'm not as horny as I was yesterday..." "Don't worry, baby, it's early still," and he walked away from me. The weather was so gorgeous that I decided to leave the door open and I did the usual Saturday morning things, like laundry and taking the vacuum for a spin. It kept me busy, but nevertheless my thoughts kept wandering. Zack's words kept going through my mind. What was he up to? He could not honestly think that we'd fuck while Tom was around? Although, I had to admit that the thought did make me horny. Especially since he seemed to have the kitchen in mind. I closed my eyes and leaned against the bedroom door. How would he like to take me? Bent forwards over the kitchen table? I love being fucked from behind. My hand moved under my short skirt and I started stroking myself over the cotton fabric of my panties. Perhaps he'd lift me on the kitchen counter again. Yes, that would feel good as well. His cock in my pussy and his face between my breasts. Mmm, yes, that would be great. Or he could sit down and I'd open his jeans, take out his cock and next I'd sit in his lap, facing him. I rubbed my clit hard and fast and I felt my juice leak into my panties. I moaned as I felt my orgasm coming near. I rubbed faster and felt the all too familiar tingle and sighed deeply when my lower body started to convulse. Oh, this was just so good. I stood with a smile on my face, squeezing my thighs tightly together until most of the wonderful sensation had died down. I decided not to change panties. The wet touch of my panties simply made me feel hornier and in case Zack decided to have another feel, well, it had just become a lot more interesting! I hurried downstairs to prepare lunch. I was humming softly to myself while I was about to cut some cucumber and tomatoes when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. I initially started, but when his hands started to stroke my hips slowly, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the caresses. He stood very close behind me -- I could feel his chest against my back - and caressed me from my hips till my breasts and back again. I moaned softly and leaned against him. The knife with which I'd intended to attack the cucumber and tomatoes had slid from my hand and my hands rested on the kitchen counter. His hands slid under my shirt and started to fondle my breasts gently. I sighed contently and ground my ass firmly against his crotch. I felt his erection and it turned me on. His hands went down and pulled up my short skirt. "Mmm, yes baby, feel how wet I am for you..." I moaned. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on me, his warm, stubbly cheek against mine. His hand went down, touching the cotton material of my panties, feeling the wet spot. "Mmm oh yes," I moaned softly and I pushed my pussy against his probing fingers. "Please, go on," I begged. He was so careful. So different from yesterday. I put my hand over his and pushed him firmer against my pussy, my legs squeezed around his hand. He withdrew his hand and pulled my panties down. Again I felt probing fingers on my clit and then near my hot, moist hole. He pressed first one, then two fingers inside of me. I thought I was going crazy! My juices trickled down his fingers and I wanted to feel him deeper inside of me. "Fuck me, fuck me please," I begged. "Mmm, OK," he growled and somehow something didn't seem right, but he pushed me forwards till I stood bent in front of him and he spread my legs a little. I heard him unzip his pants and before I could say anything I felt his warm, hard cock slide over my clit. I pushed the cucumber and the knife further aside and leaned on the kitchen counter when I felt how he pushed the head of his cock inside my cunt. "Oh yes, go on!" Oh man, that felt so good! He pushed very slowly, until his cock was fitted entirely in my cunt and I could feel his balls against me. I kept my eyes closed while he withdrew his cock and slowly re-entered. "Oh come on baby, fuck me, fuck me hard," I told him. My voice sounded so different when I was turned on like this. "You want it as hard as you got it yesterday?" Zack's voice was deeper from excitement as well. "Mmm, yes, please." I felt how the hands tightened their grip on my hips and the fuck rhythm sped up. In.... out. In.... Out. His balls hit my clit. So hot! I groaned as he slammed his hard cock deep inside of me. "You like this, don't ya?" "Ooh, yes... " I looked up at Zack who stood with crossed arms beside me. It took a few seconds before this hit home. "Oh god!" I tried to raise myself, but the cock got slammed deep inside of me and I had to catch myself on the counter. I looked with large eyes at Zack and he grinned. I looked over my shoulder and saw Tom standing behind me with his eyes closed and a red face. His hands were in a deadlock on my hips, his cock pumped my pussy. "No!" I called out, but my body cried 'yes', as I felt my pussy convulse and climax. It didn't take Tom much longer to shoot his hot cum deep inside of me. My legs nearly gave way because of the shock and the physical exertion. Zack caught me and laughed at me. "I assume she was nicely wet?" "Oh man!" Tom stared at him with a grin from ear to ear on his red face, "Not just soaking wet, but mate, what a tight cunt!" "So, you believe me now?" They started to laugh and Zack handed me a glass of water which I gratefully accepted. He pulled me against him and murmured thoughtfully: "Maybe you should be our lunch..." "Will that make you fuck me too?" and I gave him my empty glass. "Would you like me too?" I leaned against him and felt Tom's cum leak out of my pussy. "Mmmm." "Sounds like a 'yes' to me..." I don't recall how we got upstairs to my room, just that we were there. Tom pulled the curtains a bit further open in order to let in as much light as possible. Then he pulled the blankets off my bed as they'd 'only be in the way'. Zack leaned with his back against the closed door and pulled me tightly against him. We were passionately kissing each other while his hands roamed my back. My breath caught when I felt a second pair of hands on my butt. Tom squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed a hand between my legs. I had no idea what had happened to my panties and so there was nothing to keep his fingers from probing my pussy. He entered me with a finger and I moaned in Zack's mouth. "Ohh!" A second finger got pushed inside. I stopped kissing and leaned against Zack who in turn stroked my hair. "Is she wet?" "Yeah, my fingers slide inside just like that." I stood between their bodies and absolutely enjoyed their touches. Zack's hands slid back down and pulled my shirt over my head. There I was in my bra and short skirt, without any panties. Zack pushed me a little backwards until I was leaning against Tom who'd withdrawn his fingers from my wet pussy and quickly unsnapped my bra. He encircled my waist managing to hold up my skirt at the same time. His other hand removed my bra and started to fondle one of my breasts. I felt his hot breath in my neck. Zack let his hands trail over my body. My hips, my thighs, my legs and back up again towards my pussy. He knelt down and gave me little kisses on my tummy. It tickled and I started squirming a little. His hands stroked my inner thighs and with every stroke he'd very briefly and very lightly touch my pussy. It drove me mad! Then he leaned forwards and I felt his hot wet tongue taste me. I started trashing and Tom had to use all his strength to hold me as Zack grabbed my legs and while sucking and licking my clit he looked up at me. I wanted to close my legs, but his head was in my crotch doing things no-one had ever done to me before. "Ohh!" my body started to convulse when he entered my pussy with his tongue He got a tighter hold on my legs and I could feel him lapping up my cum. My cunt bucked in his face and he tried to control me by holding me as tightly as he could. His tongue entered my pussy deep, sucking and licking. "I can't hold her, Zack," Tom warned. The Importance Of Good Neighbours Ch. 02 It did not immediately register with my neighbour, but then he looked up at me. His face was wet with my juices and he got to his feet. My legs could barely hold my weight and he lifted me up and carried me to my bed. I crawled to the centre of my bed and started to play with myself. Both guys stood mesmerized beside the bed while I was finger fucking myself. I could hear their heavy breathing and my eyes locked with Zack's. He shook his head slightly, as if not quite believing that this was happening to him. Again. Then they both got undressed and moved onto the bed and Zack returned his attention to the spot between my legs, hungrily eating my pussy. Tom lay down beside me and leaning on one arm he started to kiss me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, probing for mine. I felt him pinch one of my nipples and I bucked once more against Zack's face. "Nearly there, baby?" he asked as he looked at me over my stomach. I nodded as Tom and I had stopped kissing and he was looking towards Zack as well. The guys looked at one another and somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how often they'd done this before. Tom reclaimed my mouth while I felt Zack kneel between my legs. He pushed them wider and I felt the tip of his cock slide up and down my pussy lips as Tom's tongue swirled around in my mouth. "Fuck her mouth, mate, fuck her hot little mouth," Zack groaned and Tom stopped kissing me. I could feel him smile and looked at him. His blue eyes were dark with lust. He got to his knees and I saw his hard cock very close to my face. I could see that he was shaven, unlike Zack. He brushed my hair out of my face and gently turned my face further towards him. "Open your mouth, baby," he murmured. I obeyed and felt his head touch my lips. I could taste his pre cum and moaned softly. "That's it baby, open your mouth for me," he stared intensely at me and I opened my mouth wider. He pushed the head inside. Oh, that felt so good. I moaned louder when I felt Zack's fingers enter my cunt unaware of him staring at us. Tom pushed his cock a little further in my mouth and I tried to run my tongue underneath his shaft. I reached for his balls and gently rubbed them. "Oh fuck..." he groaned and I rubbed him some more. He slid his cock out of my mouth and I swallowed and took a deep breath. I could see the pre cum leak from his prick. "Let's do this," I heard Zack say and next both guys pushed their cocks inside of me: Zack entered my pussy, Tom my mouth. Zack fucked me with long, deep thrusts whereas Tom slowly slid his cock almost out of my mouth and then back in. I had put my left hand around his shaft and he seemed to enjoy that. My other hand had reached down, stroking my clit. Zack started pumping faster and I lifted myself automatically, my body responding to his thrusts and wanting to take him as deep as possible. Tom matched his speed. Not so much by stuffing my mouth with his cock, but by stroking himself faster as he slid in and out of my mouth. "Mmm, yeah...," I heard Zack groan and I met him in what I thought to be his final thrust. I moaned in disappointment when he suddenly withdrew. I heard him mutter and cuss under his breath. My cunt felt very empty. I reached down so as to fill myself with my fingers, but he stopped me. "Not yet, baby." Tom withdrew his cock from my mouth and took some deep, heavy breaths. "Oh come on, you guys!" I groaned. So close and yet... "Oh fuck, man, she's so fucking hot," Tom held his cock in hopes he wouldn't come just yet. "I know," I heard Zack answer, "Just imagine her like that in a nightie, telling you she's been horny and wet all day and if you could just please come in and fuck her..." Tom laughed softly. "What would you've done mate?" I felt Zack move closer. "I know what I wouldn't have done," and after a short silence during which he moved towards my legs. "I wouldn't have met my mate for a drink. I would've fucked her some more. All bloody night long." "Good mate you are," Zack kissed me, making me taste my own cum. "Well, I might've given you a ring. Might've been in a good mood. Might've been willing to share...." "Sharing is good," he mumbled in my mouth as a hand groped a breast of mine. I could just lie back and enjoy being touched by these two guys. "What d'you reckon, baby, you like being shared?" Zack's dark eyes were so close to mine that I could see the lighter specks in them. I felt that if I looked closely enough I could actually see myself. I couldn't seem to speak, so I simply nodded. "Thought so," he stroked my face and smiled at me. "Turn around baby." I turned on my stomach, anticipating what would be coming. I felt Tom's hands on my hips as he pulled me up. I leaned on my hands and knees and Zack moved in front of me. Stretching his legs under me. "Kiss me, darling," and he pushed his tongue gently in my mouth, playing with my tongue while I felt Tom position himself between my legs, stroking me in the process. "Tom wants to fuck you from behind again, sweet neighbour of mine, you like that, don't you?" I smiled at him. He smiled back. We kissed some more until I felt Tom's cock enter my pussy. I closed my eyes and I moaned. He pushed in deeper and held still. We both enjoyed the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of me. When I opened my eyes I met Zack's smiling face. "You've got no idea how hot this looks," he grinned. "Now, suck me, baby." Gently he pushed my head down towards his crotch and erection. I lowered myself and leaned on my elbows and between his legs as I eagerly took his cock inside my mouth. I could taste my own cum on him. It was kind of sweet. Didn't taste bad at all! I licked him from his balls to his tip. Taking the beautiful head in my mouth and letting it slide inside as far as I dared without gagging. I felt his hand on the back of my head slowly setting the pace, trying to enter me deeper, but never forcing me. Tom tried to keep the same pace, fucking me slowly almost tenderly from behind until his need to cum took over and he started slamming his cock deep and hard inside of me. It was hard to keep Zack's cock from hitting the back of my throat. I put my hand around his shaft trying to prevent this. I heard and felt Tom's balls slap against my pussy. While Zack held me by my shoulders I felt Tom tense inside of me. "Oh god, man, can I- Fuck!" and I felt him explode inside of me. His hot creamy cum flooding my cunt. "Can I what?" Zack asked. There was a silence as Tom came back to his senses and a little later I felt his cock slide out of me. "Just wondering if I could cum inside her," he panted. "Bit late to wonder, don't you think? You already filled her up in the kitchen...." I heard him chuckle and I heard Tom curse softly. "I'm on the pill, don't worry," I muttered before I took Zack's cock in my mouth again. "You heard the lady, don't worry," Zack repeated as he stroked my hair, "Though a little Zack would be cool..." I looked up at him, letting go of his prick, my eyes big with surprise. He just smiled at me and said: "Perhaps not just yet..." Then he got on his knees and moved about with his hands, which I interpreted that he wanted me to get on my back and I did. He smiled and whispered: "We seem to understand each other." I just smiled and he moved on top of me, sliding inside of me in one easy thrust. He kissed me deeply and I held on to him. My arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as he fucked me with long deep strokes. He grinned at me: "I never did welcome you to the neighbourhood, did I?" "Don't worry Zack, I think you've made up for that..." and I laughed quietly at him. He shook his head. "Not quite yet, but baby, I'm very happy to have you as my neighbour." With that he sped up until he shot his cum deep inside of me. The Importance Of Good Neighbours Ch. 03 It's taken me some time, but finally, here is the third instalment in 'The Importance of Good Neighbours' series. You may like to read parts one and two before you read this. *** We had a beautiful summer. My neighbour Zack and I met regularly. Sometimes we just sat together chatting at the porch, but often that would end in some good old fashioned sex. It turned us on knowing that the neighbour across the street could see us. Sometimes that was why we chose to remain outside. Instead of waiting till we were indoors, Zack would start feeling me up. Putting a hand under my skirt. We've actually fucked under his carport. It was already late and the light from his living room shone upon us. I remember how I stood against the wall with my arms around Zack's shoulders while he held one of my legs and pumped his cock deep inside of me. I held on tight and stole a glance across the street. The neighbour had been in front of the window, clearly visible because there was a light on in the back of the room. I couldn't see whether he was masturbating, but I imagined that he did. It made me cum harder than usual. Zack looked at me while my pussy milked his cock. "Is he watching?" "Mmm, yeah," I smiled at him and kissed him on his mouth. "His wife-" "Mmm, works shifts," I finished his sentence, while my tongue followed his into his mouth. "Mm, baby?" "Mmm?" He brushed some hairs out of my face and started kissing me again. "Maybe you should pay him a visit," he murmured while burying his face in my neck. "Excuse me?" "Visit, see how he's doing. Being social, so to speak," he chuckled softly in my ear. My heart started beating faster and I felt my pussy respond. "What exactly are you getting at?" I asked carefully. "You know that, girl," his dick slid out of my pussy. "No, I don't," but I had my suspicions. He looked at me and I knew that I'd do almost anything he asked me to do. "Maybe you should fuck the guy," he pushed his tongue back into my mouth. So good... "Mmm, what?" I pushed him away from me, "I should do what??" He started to laugh and tried to kiss me again, but I kept him at bay. "What do you suggest I do?" I repeated. "You heard me just fine, baby," and with his face close to mine: "Fuck the guy. He's well into his fifties, school teacher, surrounded by hot, horny schoolgirls all day long and he's not allowed to play with them. He's got a wife who makes a frozen piece of meat look warm and who works shifts at the hospital. Come on, that guy sees his wettest dream come true just by looking at you!" I stood there, staring at him. "Oh, come on, like the thought never crossed your mind!" "Well...," I couldn't help smiling a little. "He saw me that first time. When I entered your house and later when I got back out. He's seen you too. When I drove away, you were still in the doorway," and softer: "Do I have to remind you what you were wearing...?" "Nothing," I replied and met his eyes, a grin slowly spreading across my face. "Absolutely nothing," he confirmed. "But wouldn't you mind? I mean..." Oh gosh, don't tell me, I thought more of 'us' than he did? I saw and felt things that weren't real? He stroked my face, his dark eyes locking with mine. "You're mine," he replied calmly, "but I don't mind sharing." Right. I kept staring at him. "So, if you like: fuck the guy," and then he took me inside. *** And that's what had been on my mind for weeks. Zack was out of town for work and during that time I had to do without the real thing. Now, mind you, I'd gotten myself some toys, so no more carrots for me, but still.... School term had started a short while ago and I kept thinking about what Zack had told me: the neighbour was surrounded by schoolgirls with whom he didn't get to play. He'd seen me naked, he'd seen us fuck and I knew that he stared at my place from the comforts of his living room. Apart from that, he'd started to come over for a quick chat whenever I was working in the garden or washing the windows. He'd stand just a little too close, look down my shirt just a tad too often, or stare at my butt in my short skirt or tight jeans a bit too long. Of course, I was just being neighbourly when I'd bend over a little more often than necessary. It really turned me on and I could tell I wasn't the only one. I'd notice the bulge in his trousers and him becoming a bit restless and often he'd suddenly leave, because he 'needed to finish some things'. I had my suspicions and thought it a pity that he would take cover in the garden, or take less cover behind a window to jack himself off. I fantasized about giving him a nice blow job or being taken by him from behind. So, that's how I got home that particular day: horny as could be. Another day that I'd spent wearing wet panties at work. The idea of being fucked by this neighbour resulted in an itchy pussy which demanded attention. When I got home that evening, I stayed in my car and doubted. I was so incredibly horny and could think of only one thing: getting laid by the neighbour across the street. His car was parked under the carport. His wife's car was nowhere to be seen.... I felt my heart beat faster and got out of my car and locked it. I crossed the street and saw the neighbour working in his back yard. I was nervous, but aroused at the same time. I walked past his car to the gate. He'd seen me and leaned on his spade while I approached the gate. When I put my hand on the handle he stepped closer and opened it for me. "Hello Jim," I said with a voice I hardly recognized as my own, "I saw your car and thought I'd stop by to say 'hello'." He simply nodded and stared me up and down. I was wearing low heeled comfortable shoes, a skirt that reached my knees and a thin summer sweater which hugged my body and had a relatively low cut. I didn't have to look; I knew he was half erect. He wasn't looking too bad himself: in his late fifties, very fit looking and with his 5-10 towering over me. His dark hair was greying at the temples and his blue eyes had a look of authority in them. There was no doubt in my mind that he was one of those teachers who'd had his students firmly under control. Just thinking that I could be his student sent signals to several parts of my body. The fact that he was sweating from working in the garden and that he hadn't shaved that morning only made me ache for him more. He used to be careful perhaps, but I had stepped into his territory now. He came closer and asked: "Can I help you with anything?" He stared at me and I felt like a schoolgirl caught at playing doctor. I felt my face flush. "Your boyfriend's gone, isn't he?" he asked quietly, leaning the spade against the wall, "That why you feel the need for a real man now? Someone who could teach you a thing or two? Speak up! Don't play dummy!" I looked up at him and met his challenging stare. It was a game and it was my turn. I started shuffling my feet, pretending to be shy and stared at my feet. "You know, Mr Thompson. You were right, I wasn't paying attention today and now I don't know my homework...." I carefully looked up at him when he didn't reply straight away. I saw surprise, doubt, lust and then the look of authority was back in his eyes and he played the game along. "Well, that's what happens when you allow yourself being distracted by boys. Where were you with your thoughts? "With my boyfriend, sir." "Your boyfriend...," he looked thoughtful, "Your boyfriend is quite a bit older than you are, isn't he?" "Yes sir, seven years." "Do you like that, older?" "Oh yes, sir!" I nodded. He nodded in return. A smile had appeared on his face. "You fuck?" "Sir...," I quickly stared at my feet again. "Well?" "But I can't say....." "It's very simple: either you two fuck, or you don't fuck. So, what is it?" "Yes sir...," I mumbled softly. He nodded approvingly. "You fuck like rabbits," he sounded stern, "I see the two of you. He's always groping underneath your skirt and the other night you were fucking under the carport, weren't you?" "Yes sir..." "You suck him too?" I nodded. "And does he eat you out?" I nodded again. "Anything else?" he looked down at me. I could feel his eyes on me. I was so wet; I kept my legs squeezed tightly together. "Uhm, you know...," I started hesitantly, "We fucked with the three of us the other day." "Excuse me?" he looked surprised. Apparently he didn't know everything that was going on in my life. "His friend was here, sir, en he was eager to fuck me too." "And you let him?" "Yes sir, I was incredibly horny." He was quiet for a little while, before asking: "Once?" I hesitated and he repeated the question. "No sir..." I was so wet. I'm sure that if we'd been inside he'd been able to smell me. I glanced carefully in his direction and noticed the large bulge in his jeans. That had to be uncomfortable. "Sir?" "Hmmm?" he seemed distracted. "What about my homework, sir? That needs to be finished by tomorrow, right?" He looked at me and I felt my face turn into a brighter shade of pink. My knitted top didn't hide my hard nipples and my panties were soaked. My heart beat loudly and it was hard to swallow. "Well, how about that...," his eyes bore into mine, "What do you think?" I bit at my lip and 'thought' about it, before I looked up at him again and said: "I could suck you off, sir. Would you like that? My boyfriend tells me that I'm really good at it..." "Hmm, sucking me off, huh?" he scratched his chin. "Yes sir..." He nodded, a pleased smile on his face. He looked at me and I knew there'd be no way back. He undid his belt and slowly began unzipping his jeans. "Get on your knees then, sweetheart," he told me softly, while he opened his jeans further and took out his hard cock. Oh gosh! I thought, it was a lot larger than I'd expected. He looked down at me, while he ran his shaft through his hand. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip and unconsciously licked my lips. It looked so yummy... He got a little closer and put a hand on my head and almost gently pushed my face towards his crotch. "Suck it girl, suck my cock or you'll get an F." "Oh sir..." and with that I started licking his purplish knob. It was so good! I tasted his pre-cum and that was almost enough to get me off, but I wanted more. I opened my mouth wide and welcomed the head in my mouth. Sucking it, licking it, sliding it in and out of my mouth. I put a hand around the shaft and started to pump him while I sucked him. The fingers of my other hand were occupied with my clit. I heard him moan and he took my head in his hands and started to fuck my mouth. I tried to slow him down with my hand on his cock, but couldn't prevent him from entering my throat. I was happy that Zack had taught me to deepthroat him, so I was used to it, sucking and slurping that beautiful thick cock while treating my pussy at the same time. "Mmmm, you little slut," Mr Thompson grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside my mouth once more. I tried to look up as he kept fucking my eager mouth. He looked down, our eyes locked and I could tell that it pushed him over the edge. I was ready. Ready for drinking his cum. Ready to cum myself. His hands held my head in an iron grip. He'd arched his back for a final deep thrust into my mouth. I felt his cock twitch, I heard him grunt and groan and -- heard a car enter the driveway, honking briefly. "Oh fuck, oh shit!" Mr Thompson groaned. His wife had come home! But it was too late. Before he could withdraw his cock from my mouth it started squirting thick, creamy ropes of cum. I was in heaven! I sucked him harder and swallowed it all, while my own juices trickled into my panties. "Oh fuck, baby, fuck!" Mr Thompson pulled his cock from my mouth and I felt like this kid whose lollypop got taken away by a bigger kid. He hastily stuffed his now semi hard cock back into his jeans, while I got to my feet, pulling down my skirt in the process. I glanced at him as I made myself look presentable within mere seconds. He stared back at me and murmured softly, like a threat: "Don't think it ends here, sweetheart, you started this yourself. I will fuck you," he took my arm and steered me towards the carport. His wife just got out of the car and greeted me in surprise. "I had a look at the garden," I explained quickly, "To get some ideas for my own. Busy day at work?" "Oh yes, yes it was," she smiled at me, "Glad to be home. Get some dinner and a nice relaxed evening on the couch." "Sounds like a plan," I returned the smile with her husband's cum still fresh on my lips. *** I knew it had not been one of my brightest ideas, but when Mrs Thompson invited me over for a barbeque dinner a few days later, I accepted. Zack was home for the weekend and I wasn't sure whether that actually improved things or not. I'd told him that I'd given Jim a blowjob and he seemed delighted. It surely turned him on and it resulted in him cumming in my mouth as well. There were some other neighbours attending the barbeque as well and some friends. The weather was great and I'd decided to wear a nice summer dress. Nothing too revealing, but I felt Jim's eyes on me and I felt I might as well be naked. His wife didn't seem to notice, but I could sense the lust in his eyes from across the back yard. Zack smiled at me and kissed me in my neck. "He's so hot for you, baby, and so am I," I felt his hand on my ass and then he moved away to get us some drinks. It was a fun night. We laughed and chatted with the others and apart from a quick 'Hello, how are you?' I barely spoke to Jim. Yet I knew he kept an eye on me. Later on, I went inside to go to the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I wouldn't be considered pretty, but I knew I had assets guys liked. I laughed quietly. "You're so bad!" I told myself, before leaving the bathroom to rejoin the party. In the kitchen I ran into Jim and suddenly there was this unmistakable sexual tension in the air. He looked me up and down and then, without saying a word, he took my arm and pulled me with him towards the kitchen counter. He pushed me against it and immediately put a hand between my legs. Needless to say: I was wet. He grunted in approval and turned me around. Everyone else was still in the back yard enjoying the party, Jim intended to enjoy something else and I surely wasn't going to stop him. I heard him unzip his jeans -- that must be the hottest sound ever! -- and then he lifted up my dress and yanked down my now soaked panties. I couldn't help but moan in anticipation and as he took out his hard cock. He panted in my ear, his rough cheek brushing mine. I moaned as his hand reached between my legs again, finding that warm, hot place. He pressed a finger inside and my body responded by pushing itself deeper onto him. Then he pulled me back against him and I felt that amazing feeling of his big hard cock pressing against the entrance of my pussy. There was no time for niceties. No time for being gentle. I was wet and willing. He was hard and horny. I pushed backwards and he just couldn't control himself. With a loud grunt he thrust his cock inside of me. I wanted to cry out, instead I moaned louder when his balls hit my clit and his cock filled my pussy the way I'd hoped it would. "Ohhhh!" I moaned and Jim started pounding into me. His balls slapping against me, his big hands rough on my tits. He was in a frenzy, almost desperately fucking me, going deeper and faster with each thrust and I felt my juices trickle down my legs. Enjoying the rough fuck and the sound of sex and his grunting in my ear. I tried to keep an eye out on the back yard. Glad that there was netting in front of the window as we'd otherwise be giving quite a show. One I knew Zack would've loved to see. Not too sure about Mrs Thompson. "Oh Jim, please, go on..." I groaned as he moved his hands from my tits to my hips. His balls slap-slap-slapping against me. "You little slut," he grunted as I pressed my ass against him, meeting his thrusts, so eager to cum myself. His fingers dug in my hips as he pounded harder and harder. I could tell he was close and between moans I urged him to cum, to fill my pussy with his hot cum. It didn't take long. While Zack talked to Mrs Thompson, her husband growled in my ear. "You... fucking.... bitch...," and then he came deep inside of me. With each load pressing his balls tightly against me. I fingered my pussy to make sure I came as well. Coating his cock in both our juices. Pushing my ass against him, making sure I had him as deep as possible inside of me while he shot the last of his cum. I felt him slide out of me, leaving a wet trail between my legs. He leaned against me, panting. I smiled contently. This had been so good! His hands stroked my tits, his breathing heavy in my ear, trying to catch his breath. The guests were still well away from the house, so I turned around when I noticed he tried to pull up his boxers and jeans in one go. I shook my head. "I'm not done yet, sir..." He looked a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd cum, your pussy was so tight and I could feel it squeezing me, I can-" I smiled. "Don't worry about that. I came hard while you filled me up...," I tiptoed and slipped a tongue into his mouth, slowly swirling around his. Then I looked quickly over my shoulder. Back yard situation hadn't changed. Good. I smiled at him and then I got slowly to my knees. His cock was nearly limp. Hey, he wasn't 18 anymore! I could live with that. I didn't expect to get him hard again any time soon, but I could be a good girl and clean up the mess we'd made. I tenderly stroked his cock. It seemed to shudder a little. I lifted it up and while looking up at Jim, who'd started stroking my hair, I took him in my mouth. Sucking slowly, tenderly. I tasted him once more and loved it. My hand went slowly up and down, pulling back the skin from the knob, licking it, poking the slit. He groaned, his hands firmer on my head, pulling me closer, his hips instinctively making fuck motions. I cleaned him up good. Licking and sucking his balls as well, before sucking a last time on his cock. Regretfully I had to let go. Even though he became harder again, I knew that even though he might be up for more, we didn't have time. He helped me to my feet and kissed me deeply. Our eyes met. He smiled. "Thank you," he muttered, "That was very..." I beamed at him. "Yeah...!" While we got dressed again, we couldn't help but look at each other. My goodness, this man was so incredibly hot! He suddenly pulled me close and kissed me once more, his tongue exploring my mouth as one hand was in my neck and the other on my ass. He sighed softly as he let me go. "You're so hot," he pushed a finger in my mouth and I could taste myself on it when I sucked it. "You know, sir, I forgot my homework again...," I 'shyly' looked up at him as we made our way outside. He grinned knowingly and with one last squeeze of my ass he spoke softly: "My wife works night shifts coming weekend. I expect to see you in my office for detention..." "Yes, sir...," I nodded, hardly daring to meet his eyes. I thought to know what I'd be in for. I was wrong.... *** The week dragged by even though it was busy at work. Luckily Zack was around and he enjoyed the state I was in. Somehow I just couldn't get enough of it. "Baby, I didn't know it was possible, but you're wearing me out!" he smiled at me late one night. We'd completely skipped dinner, but gone straight to my bedroom as soon as he'd rung my doorbell. Well, OK, not quite 'straight away', but let me tell you, lying backwards on the stairs may look hot, but it's quite uncomfortable.