Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Neighbors (MF, cheat)
Date: 24 Nov 1995 16:42:18 GMT

			      Neighbors

	Mr. and Mrs. Canby, our next-door neighbors, were very proper
but friendly when my husband, Jason, and I moved into the new garden
apartments. We had a common entryway with our front doors facing each
other in the hall. We had garden space in back and there, too, our
back doors faced.

	Mr. and Mrs. Canby always called us Mr. and Mrs. Brown. They
were old-fashioned and formal. Jason had big eyes for the wife,
though, telling me that for a middle- aged woman she had fantastic
legs. Mr. Canby kept trim by exercising in the basement, where there
was no dividing wall. I glimpsed him one morning when I went down the
stairs in my sheer hip-length nightie. I'm supposed to wear the cute
little bottoms but I'd never have them on five minutes before Jason
would pull them off to stick his lovely cock or loving tongue in my
hungry twat.

	I went down the stairs to the garbage can, carrying the bag of
garbage, and I was bent over with my bare ass showing when my polite
neighbor said, "Good morning Mrs. Brown."

	I whirled around, truly shocked. There was Mr. Canby with a
barbell in each hand. He had on cotton trunks and they bulged with
impressive half hard cock and balls.

	"Perhaps I should've spoken sooner but I was struck dumb at
the sight of your radiant beauty descending the stairs," he said in
measured baritone tones. "Your lovely hair, your... "

	I detected the smile he was trying to hide.

	"Lovely hair, Mr. Canby? My twitching twat is what struck you
dumb. And right now your cock is telling the truth even if your mouth
is telling lies," I said, staring at his now swollen tool.

	He laughed and put down the weights. To my amazement he
casually reached down and lowered his shorts. His cock was rigid,
veined, and longer than my husband's but not as thick. It had had a
dark red knob on the end, considerably larger than the slender shaft.
The moment I saw it, I wanted to feel it buried up my cunt.

	"I apologize, Mrs. Brown," Mr. Canby said. "My cock does
indeed have a mind of its own. May I touch your luscious, juicy
pussy?"

	He came closer and slid his hand between my thighs. I gasped
and opened my legs wider.

	"W-what about your wife? If she finds out what'll she do?"

	Mr. Canby shrugged, continuing to caress my slippery slit.
"She'll either divorce me or kill me," he murmured. I reached for his
cock and stroked its throbbing length.

	"We'd better hurry," I mentioned. "Jason is in the shower.
I've got coffee on. Want me to take you in my mouth?"

	"Next time," he decided. He turned me around and I bent over,
shoving my legs wide apart. "Right now I want to bury my dick up your
beautiful twat. Next time I'd like to taste your aromatic juices."

	He slid his meat between my cuntlips and I loved feeling that
round cockhead sliding up my love hole. He began pistoning it in and
out in long, fast strokes. "This is no time for technique." He said.
"We must be quick or they'll catch us at it."

	I had a fast orgasm, then another when he suddenly slammed it
balls-deep, his testicles crushed against my buns. He shot a flood up
my cunt and finally pulled away. I did seize his jizm covered cock and
sucked it clean before I straightened up.

	We've been fucking for six months now and neither Jason nor
Janet has caught us.