Donna Allen: Back door neighbours

"Oh God, you're a bull," she said.

"Fuck my cock, honey! Roll your ass around and fuck my cock!"

He rammed into her as hard as he could ten times, and then he lay against her, crushing her tits as he let his cock soak in her steaming cunt.

Then it was back to fucking, his hands gripping her knees as he slammed his dick in and out of her wide-open cunt.

When he was sure he couldn't hold out any more, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled her over.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Guess and you'll be right."

A shudder went through her.

He spread her asscheeks with his hands, scooped some juice out of her cunthole and smeared it over her shitter. She groaned as she relaxed her ass to let the finger inside.

"Easy," she said.

"You're a hot-ass!"

"Yes, I'm a hot-ass, but you've got to go easy."

He snickered as he worked a second finger inside her elastic bunghole. He continued stretching her asshole, getting it soft and relaxed, his eyes hot as he watched his fingers working.

Then it was time. Time to get his cock in her asshole.

He held her asscheeks pulled apart as he drilled his knob inside her asshole. She wailed at him, begged him to go slower. He edged in, pushing inside inch by inch, getting four inches in before she stopped him.

"Ben, go easy!"

"That's what I'm doing."

"No, you're too big! It's better for me if you go easy!"

"Can I start moving now?"

"Just go easy!"

Pat groaned at every thrust, her ass churning as she started fucking back at him. He cursed as he felt himself coming to a peak before he wanted to. But there was no stopping it now. He clenched his teeth as the hot cum shot out of his cock to drench her shitter.

"Christ, you're a lovely fuck," he said.

Pat cried out, wincing at the pain as he eased his knob out of her asshole. She twisted around and blushed when she saw the brown streaks on his cock.

"You're too rough," she said.

Ben grinned. "And you're a hot fuck!"

"Finger me off, lover!"

It was bold of her to ask, but she hadn't come and she wouldn't let him just walk out on her.

He smiled as he reached down to get his fingers in her cunt. He touched her clit, rubbed the shaft gently and then applied more pressure and speed until she started writhing with pleasure.

"Come on, baby, make it," he said.

"Oh God, I like you!"

Her voice trailed off as her body shook with pleasure. She started a long moaning cry that ended with a sudden yelp as she went limp on the kitchen floor.

Ben snickered at her. "Jesus, you sure come hard, don't you?"

Charlie Reed smiled at Helen. "It's true, Helen. I thought Ben told you. I'm not pushing anything on you, but Pat said you know all about it."

Helen nodded. "Yes, I do know about it."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I don't know."

Helen walked to the sofa and sat down. When she crossed her legs, her skirt fell back to expose her thighs.

Charlie looked at her legs and grinned, and then he moved to sit down beside her. He put a hand on one of her knees and slipped the other arm around her shoulders.

"You're a beautiful woman," he said. "Charlie, this is new to me."

"I know, baby. We'll just go slow and have a good time. Christ, I'm hot for you!"

She gasped as his hand moved up her leg, pushing her skirt back along her thighs, his fingers stroking the nylon of her pantyhose.

Now his hand came away from her shoulder and dropped down over her tits. He rubbed her tits back and forth, then he bent his head and kissed her lips.

She wanted to fight, but in a moment his tongue slipped between her lips and she knew she was lost. His hand was inside her blouse now, sliding inside her bra and puffing it down.

Helen relaxed. Let it happen, she thought.

Loosen up a little and let it happen.

When their lips parted, she smiled at him and dropped her hand to cover the bulge in his crotch.

"You sure know how to turn a woman on," she said.

Charlie chuckled. "What do you like?"

"I think I like everything."

She turned and lay down on the sofa. Charlie chuckled as be lifted her feet and moved around them before he crawled on top of her.

Her hand worked at his fly while he pulled the blouse up and slid it over her head. He kissed her again, pressing his weight against her from head to toe. As he raised his body again, she pulled his zipper down and slid her hand inside his fly.

She was amused when she discovered he wore no shorts. Convenient, she thought. She grabbed his cock with her hand and squeezed it hard.

Charlie found the snap at the back of her bra and lifted the half-cups away from her tits. He kissed her again, a long hot kiss, his tongue driving deep inside her mouth.

Then he moved down, kissing her neck and shoulders, working slowly around her tits and then at last sucking at one of her nipples.

Oh my God, Helen thought. She moaned as she felt the surge of excitement in her body.

Charlie pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Now he had his mouth filled with her lush tit. He nibbled with his teeth at her tender tit flesh. He used his teeth to tug her nipple out, holding onto it until it popped free. He bit the nipple harder and she moaned again.

He gently sat her up and lay down with his head in her lap. He grabbed her tits, nibbled at them, teased them, pushed his face between them.

"Perfect tits," he said.

She bent down and kissed his lips as her hand caught his prick. Then she sat up beside him. She slowly unbuttoned his shin, and then she knelt and pulled his pants down. She still wore her skirt and pantyhose. She knelt in front of Charlie and leaned against his knees. She gazed at his cock, then moved closer to it and quickly kissed it.

Her lips moved over his throbbing cock. She held it with both hands, turned on by his huge knob. Her tongue came out to touch it. She trailed her tongue around his cockhead, down around the underside of his knob and back again. Charlie made a sound of pleasure as he humped his ass against the couch.

Now Helen leaned forward, her tits resting on his legs as she wrapped her lips around his knob. Charlie pumped his hips to get more cock in her mouth, but she pulled her face away and giggled at him. She rose up and hurried to peel off her skirt and pantyhose.

"Well, you've got me hot," she said. "You've really got me hot."

"Shake the tits around."

"This way?"

"Yeah, that's nice!"

She sat down on the shag rug and she patted the spot beside her. "Come on, lover! If we're going to fuck, let's get on with it!"

Charlie sat beside her on the rug, rubbing her tits, kissing her eyes and nose and lips, working his tongue inside her mouth.

Helen loved his hands on her. Not Ben's hands. The hands of a strange man, a neighbor. Her blood surged with excitement again. She was so hot now.

She wanted him inside her. She rolled over on the rug, spreading her legs and begging him with her eyes.

In a moment, he was there between her lifted knees. She jumped when his hand massaged her cunt and spread her cuntlips and rubbed her juices around.

Then he leaned over her, his cock angled toward her pussy. She watched it, watched his purple knob slide inside her sopping pussy.

Helen gasped, her arms sliding over his back to hold him tightly. She hadn't fucked any man but Ben in years. She moaned as Charlie's cock rammed straight up her cunt-channel.

My God, he's long, she thought. Such a long prick. Longer than Ben. Her husband had a thick cock but nothing this long. Charlie's dick seemed to be reaching places that had never been touched before. How delicious that was. She felt his belly pressing against hers as he stopped moving. She caught his ass with her hands and pulled him deeper inside her.