A Neighborly Affair Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 3

... finishing me off with my cock in her mouth. When I would get home after being with her and still sporting the telltale traces of her lipstick, I never wanted to shower again.

Fucking two women regularly over the same summer has its pros and cons. The things that Linda taught me I would use on Sharon, and they were appreciated. Linda was the perfect teacher: patient, caring, and exciting. She gave me explicit instructions when I was eating her, correcting and coaxing me with dirty talk, something that took getting used to. It felt like having an aunt or a teacher telling me how to fuck them. But the semi-incestuous nature of those instructions only made me hornier.

"I love when you lick my ass, Honey, and then switch back to my pussy. Don't forget my clit. Just lightly suck on it for a minute while you fuck me with your fingers. Why don't you get your finger slick with my juices and then slip it in my ass? I love it when you put a finger there. It is so exciting. And just a little bit taboo, if you know what I mean."

On one occasion, she added some irony, "My asshole husband would never do that to me–lick my asshole. Mmm, yes, Sammie. Just like that. You are a wonderful lover, Honey."

And one time, she hinted at something even hotter: "I bet you'd like to stick that big cock of yours in my ass, wouldn't you? Well, that's a special place, and you're just going to have to wait. But for now, you can put your tongue or your finger in there, Sweetie."

I began to ...

... obsess about fucking her ass after that, even though I had never done anything like that before. It became a fantasy to envision my cock sliding in and out of her plump ass.

Of course, Sharon didn't talk to me that way. She didn't need to. With her, sex was less talk and more action. And even though both women issued veiled complaints about not walking straight after having sex with me sometimes, for Sharon, it was real. We fucked like monkeys, always ending in a sweaty tangle. By the time we were done, we were both gasping for breath and soaked in sweat.

Sex with Linda was more subdued. Sometimes she would slowly strip--revealing sexy lingerie underneath her day-to-day clothing. One time she undressed down to only a sheer bra with holes cut out for her huge nipples and a garter belt supporting black nylons. I nearly shot my wad when I laid eyes on her.

Another time, she called me from the bedroom, where I found her naked and blindfolded, her legs and arms spread and tied to the bedposts with heavy yarn. "Oh, Sammie," she begged in a melodramatic voice. "Please don't take advantage of me. I've been tied up, as you can see, and I'm helpless to stop you if you have any evil thoughts. Please don't put your big cock in my pussy or even in my mouth."

Linda liked to role play, often as a prim and proper librarian who starts with glasses and her hair in a bun but turns into a wild beast at the sight of a cock or with a single kiss. She would loosen her hair and desperately ...