A Neighborly Affair Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 3

... during her first year in college. She earned nothing but A's from me. Sharon could suck the proverbial golf ball through a garden hose. Nevertheless, it always came with the threat to cut me off if I came in her mouth. Unlike Mrs. Collins, Sharon had a thing about the taste of sperm.

Both women were goddesses as far as I was concerned. Sharon had the toned body of a gymnast, which she practiced through high school. She was petite overall, maybe 5'4", with a mop of red hair, freckles, and a nice pair of firm cone-shaped tits. Her freckles were everywhere, a source of displeasure for her, and I did my part by attempting to lick them off her breasts whenever I could.

Because of her training in the gym, her flexibility was a bonus. She could do the splits while entertaining my 10-inch cock, and I especially enjoyed fucking her with her legs pinned behind her ears. Her nineteen-year-old pussy was especially tight, but she learned to use copious amounts of spit on my sheathed cock for the initial entrance. Once I was buried in her, though, Sharon's pussy juices saved the day. When I would eat her, my face looked like it had been through a car wash.

Mrs. Collins was beautiful but by a different standard. At forty, she could easily pass for ten years younger, especially when her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing a ball cap. But when wearing a slinky dress and heels, she looked like a movie star. A bit taller than Sharon but nearly as fit, she ran and did ...

... yoga regularly to keep in shape. She had a fuller. voluptuous figure, marked by a pair of magnificent tits capped with huge pink areolae and pencil erasure nipples. I loved nothing more than suckling on those huge boobs when my cock was buried in her.

She had just the start of middle-aged spread, but nothing of any consequence. What she did have was decades of experience and a frankness that caught me off guard, especially during sex. She taught me previously unimaginable things to do to her and was not afraid to tell me exactly how to do it down to the last detail.

And what a teacher she was!

Why men weren't beating a path to her door was beyond me, but I attributed it to intimidation and isolation. Her asshole husband's departure with a twenty-something bimbo did nothing for Linda's confidence. Like many women, despite her obvious beauty, she saw only faults in herself. Her boobs were too big. Her ass was starting to spread. Things that, in my mind, only made her more attractive. Consequently, she turned down dates except on rare occasions and became a homebody. It was my unbelievable luck to open that door, probably because I was a cute neighbor kid and I posed no threat of long-term commitment.

I pinched myself at the sight of Mrs. Collins on her knees sucking my cock, her full lips painted with bright red lipstick, something she loved to do. Performing fellatio was almost like a religious ritual for her. She often ended a bout of sex by straddling me and ...