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 Next Door Neighbors (Mf)
 by Sipo Nafer (1998)

 ***

 Several years ago  the widow  next door  moved to  an apartment in
 North Springs, leaving her house vacant for about 6 months as she
 tried to sell it.  I kept the lawn mowed and checked to make sure
 that no one broke in and damaged  it.  Finally a  divorced mother of
 two  teenagers bought the house  and moved  in one week when my  wife
 and  I were  on vacation.  When we  returned home from our  vacation
 it was about  2:00 a.m. and both the houses were dark.  After
 sleeping late, I went to the shed in the back and got the  mower,
 intending to cut both yards  since they hadn't been cut in a week.

 I pushed the  mower into the  backyard next door  and was about to
 start the  motor when  a blond  woman wearing  a bikini  top and
 short shorts came out of the sliding door in the basement and asked
 me what I was doing in her backyard.   That was my introduction  to
 Stacy.  As  I explained that I had been gone for  a week and that I
 had been  keeping the yard cut I had  a chance to give my  new
 neighbor more than a  once over.  She was about 35 (actually she was
 36 I found out later), 5'  6" in height, and weighed about 115
 pounds.   She was very tanned and her stomach was flat and  her legs
 trim, a  result of her participation  in ALTA.  While not  large, her
 breasts firmly pushed against the  bright yellow bikini top  and I
 could see just the  hint of  the soft  white underside of her breast
 under the band.

 About that time  my wife came  to the back  yard wondering why she
 hadn't heard the mower  start and we  had re-introductions all
 around.  We went into her house and, over a cold beer, found out that
 she was  a native of Atlanta (having  grown up in Buckhead)  and that
 she had  two teenaged children, a daughter of 18 and a  son of 14.
 She and her  ex- husband had just gone through an unpleasant divorce
 and she had  almost nothing good to say  about  him.   As I  was
 finishing my  beer,  her daughter Tracy walked onto the porch wearing
 only thin satin baby  doll pajamas with her  nipples tracing lines
 in the green fabric.  As  she stretched, her arms raised and the
 pajamas rose up so that her  stomach was exposed and I could see
 light brown hairs escaping from the  crotch of her panties.  As Tracy
 walked into the kitchen, I had to  re-adjust my position to hide my
 growing erection.

 Leaving the two women talking and  catching up on all their mutual
 friends, I went back to the yard and started cutting the grass.
 After finishing with Stacy's yards  I cut my own, starting in the
 front  and ending in my own  backyard.  As  I started the  mower, I
 noticed  Tracy lying face down on a chaise lounge wearing only the
 bottoms of a thong- style bikini.  As I watched, she reached down and
 took the bottle  of sun tan lotion and let it drip on her exposed
 ass.  Putting the  bottle back on the grass, her hands went behind
 and began to rub the slippery oil into her skin, her buttocks
 gleaming in the sun light.  In spite of my now solid erection, I
 started the mower and  began to cut my  yard, but I must admit  that
 I walked much slower when I  was moving in  her direction.

 When I finished  the yard and  had just put  the mower away, Tracy
 came out of the house carrying another  cold beer.  I watched the
 sway of her hips and the gentle bob of her breasts as she walked
 toward  me.  Just as she got to me, she stepped on something sharp
 and stumbled into me, her slick  skin rubbing against  my sweaty
 chest  as my hands  went around her instinctively to keep her from
 falling.  As she stood  there rubbing her hurt foot,  her breasts
 were firmly  pressed into my chest and her  thigh was  inserted
 between  my legs,  rubbing on my  crotch.  After what seemed like
 minutes, but was probably only seconds, she  put her leg down and
 stepped back, looking deep into my eyes as she  handed me the beer,
 her  fingers lingering on mine  for an extended period  of time.

 "I though you might like this,"  she said as her fingers continued to
 stroke mine.  My only confusion  was what she thought I might  like:
 the beer or the feel of her young  body.  As I thanked her, she
 turned and walked back to her chaise, her buttocks naked except for
 the  thin white strip  that went down the  crack  of her  ass. By
 now I  had  a complete, raging erection that  I couldn't hide,  even
 under my  Levis.  As she got to the chaise, she turned her head and
 looked at me over one shoulder as she reached back and untied the
 bikini top, holding it with her hands as she again  lay on her
 stomach,  the firmness of her  white breasts compacted and pressing
 out from her body.

 When my wife finally got home, I was just getting out of the shower
 and was  drying off.   She  sat on  the bed  and talked about our
 new neighbor and all her  problems.  When she  got around to talking
 about Tracy, my cock started  to thicken and rise  as pulsations of
 pleasure ran through my crotch.  I walked up  to her, took her hand,
 and put  it on my cock.  "You've got  to be  kidding!" she exclaimed.
 "It's  the middle of the day and  we just got back  from vacation.
 Besides,  I've already made the beds and I'm getting hungry.  Put
 some clothes on  and let's go to Rio Bravo for lunch."  And that was
 that!

 Over the next several months we got to know Stacy even better.  She
 would play her tennis matches and then  come over and sit on our
 porch talking with my  wife.   Sometimes she  would stay until after
 dinner time, drinking beer and laughing with my wife about some
 nonsense  some of their friends had  gotten into.   Usually I would
 join them on  the porch and I enjoyed watching Stacy's  trim legs
 under her short  tennis skirt and the outline of her breasts under
 the bodice of her dress, but sometimes I got  upset that  we didn't
 have dinner  and had  to go  to Morrison's Cafeteria when it got "too
 late to fix dinner".  During this same time I got to know both  Tracy
 and her brother Bobby better  also.  They would come over looking for
 their mother and  we would go to  the basement and play Ping-Pong
 while the two adults continued their gossip and beers.  While  Bobby
 was a competent  player, Tracy was  excellent.  Her serve and
 backhand were better  than mine, but my forehand smashes usually won
 me the games.   Since we played round-robin style with  the winner
 playing the person who sat out the last game, sometimes I  would
 intentionally lose so I could watch her bouncing breasts under the
 tee shirt and her firm ass under the running shorts she usually wore.
 As we played longer and longer, her sweat would turn the tee shirt
 and her bra into nearly transparent  cellophane  as I  could faintly
 see  the outlines of her nipples darkly pressed against the wet
 material.

 One night when I was outside  washing my car under the spotlights,
 Stacy came over and asked  if I would help her change a light bulb
 in her kitchen.  She couldn't  turn the bulb and  she was afraid that
 she would break it  if she forced it.   My wife  was at a  shower for
 the daughter of a friend and I had seen both kids leave to go to a
 football game at the high  school.  I  got the short  kitchen stool
 and started working on the light bulb, trying to  turn it with a
 towel when I  felt cool fingers stroking the head of my  cock!
 Looking down, I saw  Stacy standing in front of me, her hand touching
 the head of my cock where it was exposed under my shorts.  Since  I
 was washing  the car, I  hadn't bothered to wear underpants and,
 apparently,  when I raised my arms  to work on the  light, my shorts
 had ridden  up, exposing the  end of my prick.  As I watched, her
 hand  went further into my shorts and I  felt her grasp the shaft of
 my swiftly  hardening shaft.  As she pulled  the skin back and forth,
 I watched her  tongue dart out  of her mouth  and moisten her red
 lips as she leaned forward and took just the head  into her mouth,
 her lips firmly clasping my  prick at the top of the  shaft.  I could
 feel the suction of her lips as her tongue slid back and  forth over
 the sensitive glans, poking wetly at the slit as she tried to  get
 her tongue into  its opening.   I was  having trouble  standing on
 the stool and I nearly fell  off as she pulled  my cock harder and
 harder, her hand becoming a blur as she masterbated me into her
 mouth.

 Pulling her head  back, but  maintaining a  firm grip  on my rigid
 shaft, she told me that  she wanted me to  fuck her, right then,
 right there.  I stepped back off the  stool as she quickly pushed her
 little tennis panties  to the  floor, carrying  her undies  with
 them.   As  I watched, she reached down and spread the front of her
 pussy, letting me see the bright  pink moistness  between her  inner
 lips.   Her  fingers forced the hood over her clit to retract and it
 poked pinkly out like a miniature cock.    Rubbing her  finger  over
 its surface,  her  breath started coming faster and  faster.  She
 pulled me to  her and used  my cock to rub her clit,  and I could
 feel its  hard bud rubbing into  the slit as she  fucked herself into
 me.   Without a word  she turned  and leaned over the  sink, leaning
 over and  reaching back  to spread  her pussy.

 "Don't wait.  Put it in me now.  Shove your cock all the way up my
 cunt and fuck me until I can't stand it!"  Her pink pussy was
 gleaming in the  wetness of  her own  fluids and  her inner lips,
 swollen  with blood, framed the pulsating opening to her cunt.  Could
 I refuse?

 I had never cheated on my wife  before, but never before had I had an
 opportunity like this.  My next door neighbor, a divorcee of 36, was
 naked from the waist down, bent over  the sink, and begging me to
 fuck her brains out.  Her pretty pink pussy was pulsating in
 anticipation of feeling my shaft slide  deep inside her  body.  I
 made  up my mind  and stepped forward, placing my feet between  her
 spread legs.  Pulling  my pelvis back, I put the tip of my cock into
 the warm wetness between her legs and, after  a few  teasing very
 short strokes,  drove the  entire length of my  cock into her  cunt,
 my balls  banging on her clit as  I bottomed on her cervix.

 "Oh God!  It's been so long.  I want you to stay inside me forever.
 I almost forgot how  good it feels to  have a man inside  me.  Fuck
 me fast and then fuck  me slow.  I  want to feel you  move up and
 down  in me."

 Her words inflamed an already hot situation and I gritted my teeth
 and tried to think of baseball scores, algebraic formulae, and
 anything else which would keep my mind off the hot pleasure of
 fucking into  the warm moistness of her cunt.   As I fucked her,  I
 could feel her  pussy muscles contracting  around  my shaft as  she
 pussy-milked  my  cock.  Fortunately, thinking of other things kept
 me from cumming too quickly, and I could  feel her spasm  through two
 orgasms  before it became  too much for me.

 "I'm going to cum!" I warned her as  I slowed nearly to a stop, my
 cock buried deep  inside her.   "Not yet!" she  begged, "I'm not
 quite there yet.  Please don't cum yet."  Gritting my teeth, I pulled
 out  of her cunt and quickly knelt behind  her, my tongue lashing out
 to  bathe her cunt as  I licked her  from clit  to anus, my  lips
 suctioning  her inner lips and my tongue whipping back and  forth
 across her  wetness.  Her pussy juices  were running down  my chin as
 she ground her  crotch back into my face, forcing  my mouth over her
 vagina and my tongue  to probe into its warm recess.

 As she began to moan and her hips started an involuntary motion,  I
 rose and drove  myself deep into  her, feeling the soft velvety
 walls spreading before the force of my invader.  She cried out as the
 spasms of her  third  orgasm  started, her  legs  weakening  as  she
 dropped helplessly onto my iron-hard shaft.  Her pleasure brought me
 to a  peak and I felt the hot blasts of  cum shooting up my prick,
 exploding  into her pussy as one, two, three, and  four large spurts
 of cum filled her pussy to overflowing, the excess forced down along
 my cock to drip from her pussy onto the kitchen floor.  My hips
 spasmed independently of  my control as the extreme pleasure of my
 climax was nearly overpowering.

 As I started to soften, I started to pull out when she reached back
 and grasped me around the hips,  pulling me back into her wetness,
 her inner softness clasping  me like a  soft leather glove  as her
 muscles again milked my cock.  Her hands controlled my motions.  At
 first  she let me  move only  and inch or  so back  and  forth, the
 wetness  and slipperiness of her cunt permitting me to remain inside
 her even though I wasn't completely hard.   As the pleasure  grew,
 her hands pushed  me back and forth more and more until, finally, my
 cock was hard again and I could see it gleam in the combination of
 our fluids.

 Pulling back, I took her hand and led her into the den where I sat on
 the couch,  pulling her  down onto my  lap.   I could feel my  cock
 rubbing hotly  between  us as  she  rubbed her clit  up and  down
 its tautness, her clit poking sharply into the sensitive skin
 covering  the tube.  I unhooked the neck strap of her tennis dress
 and pulled it down below her bra.  Since her breasts  were small but
 firm, I pushed  the cups up above her  tits, the lower band  forcing
 the swelling flesh  to bulge even more as it cut into the softness of
 her upper breasts.   Her nipples were light pink  in color, but they
 protruded at least a  half inch and were as firm  as pencil erasers.
 She leaned forward and  put her soft lips on mine as her hands went
 to my shoulders.  I could  feel her tongue pressing into my mouth as
 mine opened and our tongues  began a wet, sexy duel.

 As I felt her raise up, her hand went between us as she positioned me
 to enter her again.  She put just the head of my cock into her pussy
 and started  a circular  motion,  the velvety  smoothness of  her
 cunt sliding wetly around its mushroom-shaped bulge.  Her fingers
 went to my nipples and I could  feel her fingers gently  scratching
 my chest,  her fingernails running back and forth over my skin as my
 nipples erected, blooming forth  as the  excitement caused  them to
 poke out  of  their covering of hair.   My hands went to  her tits
 and  I caressed both  of them, my hands  squeezing and kneading their
 softness as  I felt  her nipples poking hotly into  my palms.   As I
 felt  her fingers grasp  my nipple between thumb and index finger, I
 let her nipple poke up between my ring and middle fingers, my fingers
 contracting around the sensitive buds of pleasure.  She began to pull
 on my nipples as she began to ride my cock like a horse, posting up
 and  down on my prick, her lips  still sweetly locked on mine.

 I could feel all my senses concentrated in three pleasure centers:
 my cock  inside its  velvet-smooth wetness;  my nipples  being
 pinched harder and harder as the pleasures grew; and my lips where
 her  tongue continued its intrusion into me.  As her fingers pinched
 harder, I  let my fingers return the feeling to  her nipples.
 Finally I couldn't  get enough pressure with the two fingers so I
 grabbed her nipple between my thumb and the nuckle of my index
 finger.  I started twisting her nipple back and forth as I  felt her
 fingernails begin  to dig into mine,  the pain/pleasure radiating
 throughout my  entire body.   As she came,  her fingernails nearly
 drew blood and I squeezed her nipples as hard as  I could, the
 pressure turning their pinkness white.

 As she came down from her orgasm she said, "Now be more gentle.  I
 love to feel the  pain when I'm cumming,  but now I  just want to
 feel softness on my nipples."   I gently massaged  her nipples,
 flicking  my fingers up and down over their  surface until I felt her
 fingers  begin their pressures on  my nipples.  I duplicated her
 actions.  When  she tortured, I tortured; when she was gentle, I was
 gentle.

 Since I was still rock hard, I let her continue to ride my cock as
 she brought herself to two more  major orgasms and, I'm sure, a
 number of smaller  ones.    Finally,  she  slumped  on  my chest,
 completely exhausted, saying, "I can't move any more.  My legs just
 won't work.  I just can't fuck you  any more, you're  going to have
 to do the  work." She rolled off  my chest  and lay  on her back  on
 the  sofa, her  body covered with sweat and completely  vulnerable
 for whatever I wanted  to do.  I grasped her ankles and brought her
 legs up in a "V", hooking her legs over my shoulders as I pulled her
 pelvis up to meet mine, her body suspended by her head and shoulders
 and  my hands on her ass.   Pulling back, I fucked her with abandon,
 forgetting everything but my need  to cum.  She was just  an
 instrument, a plaything, a  hole for my rod.   I was maniacal!  My
 whole being was concentrated in my prick.  She was so wet that I
 could hardly feel her at all as I fucked back and forth, my balls
 banging into her ass.

 Looking up at me, she began to pinch her own nipples, saying, "Come
 on, you can do it.  Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!  Stick your cock all
 the way up to  my throat!   Shove that  hard pecker into  my little
 pussy.  Would it help if I  sucked your cock?  Would  you like to
 feel my  lips and tongue on your cock?  Do you  want to fill my mouth
 with your  cum?  Is that what turns you on?   Come on down here.
 Let me watch you  cum all over my face and in my mouth.  Is that what
 you want?  Do you  want to see my  face covered  in your  cum?   Do
 you  want to  see your cum dripping off my  tongue?   Let me  suck
 all  the cum  from your  balls.  That's it, let my legs down.
 Straddle  me so that your big cock is  in my poor little mouth.  Do
 you like that?  Do you like to feel my tongue on you cock while you
 masturbate?  I like the taste of you.  I want  to taste your cum.
 Come on, you  can do it.   Come on, come  on...that's it...oh, look
 at all that cum...you  got it in  my eyes...let me  suck it...put it
 closer...ummmhm."

 Her words had inflamed me like nothing before.  I was determined to
 make my cock cum all over her face.  Rubbing as fast as I could, I
 felt the sperm start to shoot up my prick and I aimed it right at her
 mouth, the force of the  first shot causing  it to overshoot  and
 land in  her eye.   But the second and  third wads,  smaller and
 with less  force, dripped onto those red, moist  lips and I saw  her
 tongue flick out  to capture their salty whiteness.   I tilted my
 cock and shoved the  head into her mouth and I could see her cheeks
 hollow as she sucked the last few drops from my balls.  Pulling
 back, I realized with horror that  I had just fucked my  next door
 neighbor,  and that my  wife was sure  to find out.  Now what was I
 going to do?


                               THE END
