Being a Good Neighbor - Part II - Sex Stories

Being a Good Neighbor - Part II

... tip end and then suddenly, without warning, I could feel a familiar tightness. My first shot of cum went right over Becca’s head, some of it landing in her hair. She quickly got on me, taking in my second spurt and a then a third one. She turned and showed her capture to Donna. Donna quickly pressed her lips to Becca’s and robbed her of some of my spillage. Becca gleefully wiped the residuals from her chin, using her fingers, and then politely fed it to Donna. The two of them fed off each other. It was like they had choreographed every move. Donna spread Becca’s legs and proceeded to do unspeakable things to my wife. Becca had no objections. Within minutes, Becca was in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm. She shook and trembled unlike any time I had ever seen her. She clasped her hands between her legs and begged Donna to stop. Donna flipped on to her back. Becca wasted no time in reciprocating. Watching my wife pleasure another women was almost more than I could stand. My erection quickly returned, as Donna wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, while Becca lapped at the pussy juices flowing from our neighbor’s pussy. I looked at Becca. She nodded her head in approval. I didn’t even have to ask. I slipped my cock into Donna’s pussy. “Oh . . my . .fucking . . gawd!” Donna breathlessly exclaimed as I pumped my steel rod in and out of her swollen pussy. Becca offered me her tongue as I pummeled our neighbor’s pussy. I ...

... didn’t think it would be possible to have a second nut, but I did. I unloaded what was left inside of me deep into Donna’s pussy. She screamed in obvious delight as I unloaded. White stuff spilled from her pussy. She couldn’t hold it. Becca scooped up the spillage, using her fingers and proceeded to place it into her mouth. She then leaned forward and shared her prize with Donna. I was spent. I rolled off of Donna and on to the side of the bed. Becca took up where I left off. Using her tongue and her fingers, she brought Donna to a crescendo of a climax, Donna bucking wildly on the bed as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body. I closed my eyes and that was the last thing I remembered. I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 3am. Both Donna and Becca lie naked beside me. I pulled the sheets over the three of us and closed my eyes. I woke to the sound of the shower. Donna was still laying naked next to me, so I quickly surmised that it was Becca that was in the shower. I slipped from the bed and into the bathroom. Becca beamed from the shower. “Fucking Italian wine,” she remarked. I opened the shower door and stepped in. We kissed. I felt like the most lucky husband in the world. I turned the shower knob and surprisingly, it fell off in my hand. I watched as the set screw bounced on the shower floor and fell into a hole in the drain cover. I looked at Becca. She smiled. “Fucking set screw,” she remarked. I had to laugh . . .