A Neighborly Affair Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Neighborly Affair Part 2

... Sharon eyed me mischievously. "I want to see if I can fit you in my mouth." And never taking her eyes off me, she lowered her head and stretched her lips to fit over the head of my cock.

My suspicions seemed to be confirmed. Sharon's fellatio was incredible, possibly even better than Linda's, although that would be a coin toss. After a few minutes of licking, kissing, and swallowing as much of me as she could muster, she looked up, gasping for air and breathing hard.

"Just don't cum in my mouth. If you are going to cum, tell me! I'm a little weird about swallowing cum."

"I promise." I realized that after my first round with Sharon, my promises could be construed as empty. But encouraged by my confidence, she hesitantly licked the underside of my crown and put the head back in her mouth. My stamina had improved appreciably, and I was pretty sure I could hold off for some time.

But then, when Sharon resumed her deliberations, I began to have my doubts. She licked and kissed my shaft like a pro, alternately sucking just the head and then forcing more of it until she gagged. The red ring from her lipstick just behind the plum-sized helmet excited me even more. Her fingers, unable to surround the thick shaft, worked like a slow-moving piston in concert with her mouth. After a few minutes of lovemaking with my cock, she looked up. "Let's get on my parents' bed. This isn't all that comfortable."

Indeed, she was hunched over at an awkward angle of attack as I fondled ...

... her breasts and rubbed her pussy through her panties while she made love to my prick. She stood and stepped out of her slacks, naked except for a pair of thong panties. "C'mon, Sammie. Follow me."

And I did, her perfect tits jiggling and her sweet ass swaying with each step.

The bedroom was an old folks' idea of comfort. Family photos adorned the dressers, and the bed was covered with shams and frumpy, decorative pillows. Sharon swept them to the floor with a couple of swift arm motions and directed me to the middle. My pants, boxers, socks, and shirt found the floor. I jumped into the center and rolled onto my back, my cock stiff and leaning slightly like a famous Italian tower, still glistening from Sharon's fellatio.

"Should I remove my panties? I'll be naked and embarrassed. Don't look."

All fake modesty aside, Sharon had the body of a goddess. Her firm cone-shaped tits sat like twin peaks on her chest, her large nipples swollen and puffy. Years of gymnastics training had toned her to the point where her ass was as round and hard as an apple. Placing her thumbs on each side of her waistline, she swayed her ass and slid her panties slowly down in a mock strip tease, turning and showing me her perfect derriere as she looked over her shoulder, smiling. When she bent over to slip the panties off, she revealed pussy lips with just a smattering of pubic hair. She turned around, and I could see that she was au naturelle--no shaved pudendum for her. She bore a modest V ...