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Good Neighbors
Ever wonder what your neighbors do in bed?
On some sunny Sunday mornings, with the lawn sprinklers still hissing, Beth masturbates while Carl watches. It usually takes about ten minutes for her to come. She wails during those final seconds, but once the spasms start, she’s quiet, her body completely consumed by climax.
Once Carl asked her what she thinks about when she’s coming. “When I’m coming? Nothing,” she answered. “But before that... well... the boy down the block, the one who cuts our grass.”
“Mattie? He’s hardly a boy,” Carl said. “He’s in college now.”
“That’s right,” Beth said, “and his cock feels so good in my ass.”
“Is that something you’d like?” Carl asked.
“Oh, no, it’s just something that helps me come.”
After her orgasm, Carl usually lets Beth calm for a few minutes before fucking her gently from behind. His cock luxuriates in the soppy snugness of her sex. Sometimes she has a second, quieter orgasm at this time, and sometimes she simply falls asleep. In either case, Carl doesn’t come in her—not yet. First he kneels by her head and feeds his fattened penis between her lips so she can taste herself. She hums contentedly as she sucks, seeming to enjoy the flavors and textures.
Sometimes Beth becomes voracious, sucking hard, jerking him off into her mouth and swallowing greedily, but other times she prefers him to finish by splattering her face, breasts, and belly, and still other times she parts and lifts her legs and tells him, “Come in my cunt now. Fuck me hard and fast.” It’s a command Carl can’t resist.
Eventually they wake up, sated, and together they make coffee in the kitchen. I usually see them standing side by side staring out their kitchen window, checking my progress on the lawn. Beth’s breasts are invariably bare. Her nipples alone are enough to make me come in my pants. Mowing is hot sweaty work, so I’m pretty sure the stains don’t show. After, when Carl pays me, he eyes me warily. I like it better when Beth is the one to hand over the cash. She’s fully dressed by then, of course, but she always has the nicest, knowingest smile.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
