Fucking my Neighbour Robin

Robin has raven black hair, slightly threaded with premature grey that seems to sparkle when the sunlight catches it just right. It hangs plumb-straight to her shoulders and swings easily whenever she moves her head. I'd never really noticed the sparkle before that afternoon last summer, when we discovered a hidden passion for one another that hasn't dissipated yet. We'd been neighbors for almost three years--the only never-married people on the block--and we'd done all the neighborly things during that time. I'd helped shovel snow out of her driveway on more than one occasion.

I guess because she lived next door, I never admitted to thinking of her as anything more than a good neighbor. The afternoon all that changed we were sitting on Robin's back porch, sipping iced tea and discussing whether or not she should invest in a new car or replace her beater with a clean used car. It wasn't a particularly interesting discussion--anyone listening in would have been bored to death--but it passed the time as the sun crawled across the afternoon sky.

Somewhere between the discussion of interest rates and insurance premiums on various models, I looked over at her and saw the threads of grey in her hair glimmering in the mid-afternoon sun. Then I noticed the laugh lines at the corners of her eyes, her delicate nose, and her full, ripe lips. I realized in that moment what a truly beautiful woman Robin was. Not "cover-girl" beautiful, but beautiful in the way that only a self-assured, self-confident woman in her thirties could be. I think she realized what I was thinking because Robin's gaze met mine steadily and she slowly lowered her iced tea glass. She shook her head and her hair swung back and forth. She said, "It would never work." "No," I said. "I guess it wouldn't." "We've known each other too long." "Too long," I agreed.

We sat in silence for a while, my gaze drifting from her face, down along the arc of her neck to her shoulders and lower still to her ample breasts. She wore a white blouse and I could see the lacy designs on the cups of her bra through it. I cleared my throat and said maybe I'd better leave. As I pushed my chair back from the patio table, Robin stopped me. "It's cooler inside." "I'm sure it is," I said. She licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue, an unconsciously erotic gesture. Then she stood and led me into her house. I'd been in Robin's home many times--I'd installed the ceiling fan in her dining room and I'd helped wallpaper the master bedroom--but it had never felt quite the same as it did right then. Her small hand was completely engulfed by mine as she led me through the living room on the way to her bedroom, and it felt slick with sweat. I couldn't tell if the sweat was mine or hers. When I hesitated at her bedroom door,

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Robin turned toward me. She stretched up on her tip toes and pressed her full lips against mine. The softness of her breasts brushed against my chest and I felt her nipples swell with desire. Her delicate fingers lightly pulled my hips toward her, and I'm sure she felt my stiffening cock press against her abdomen. "Maybe it isn't really cooler in here," Robin said softly as she pulled her face back and looked deep into my eyes. "Maybe it's hotter." I lifted her off the floor and carried her the last few feet to her bed. We fumbled with buttons and zippers and clasps, but before long we had stripped each other and our clothes had been strew around the room.

For the first time since she'd moved in next door to me, I got a good look at Robin's tits. Heavy and unable to support themselves, she usually kept them trussed up in an underwire bra. Without support, they hung from her chest.

Each massive breast was capped by a saucer-sized areola so pale, you could barely tell where the edge of it was. Her nipples had grown thick and firm as we'd stripped one another and they felt hard as rock under the balls of my thumbs as I stroked them. Her nipples weren't the other thing to stiffen with desire. My cock stood at attention and she took it in her hand like a video game joystick, using the ball of her thumb to wipe away a glistening drop of pre-cum. Then she released her grip on my cock and stuck her thumb in her mouth, smiling as she tasted my love juice.

Robin must have sensed my extreme desire because she reached between my thighs and took my heavy scrotum in her hand, squeezing my balls together with just enough pressure to lessen my desire. Then she used the tip of her finger to stroke that sensitive spot between my balls and my butt hole and I felt the pressure building up again. I slid down the bed until my balls were out of reach. Then I slid down a little bit more and I buried my face between her thighs. Robin's muff was already damp with desire and I buried my nose in the thick black curls.

I snaked my tongue through the tangle of curls until I found her swollen pussy lips, then I licked up and down the length of her slit. Robin spread her thighs wide apart, then she reached down and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart. I buried my thick tongue deep inside her juicy tunnel of desire. Then I drew my tongue back and plunged it forward again. And again. After plunging my tongue in and out of my neighbor's pussy more than a dozen times, I found the tight bud of her turgid clit and I sucked it between my teeth. I nibbled at it and felt Robin quiver against my face. "Oh, god," she moaned. She took my head in her hands, holding my face tight against her muff. I held her clit between my teeth and tickled the end of it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, god, yes!" she moaned again.

Then I slid up and onto her, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy lips for a split second until they parted and I slipped deep inside her. Robin wrapped her legs around mine, hooking her ankles together behind my knees. I drew back and pressed forward again and again. Her hips rose to meet each one of my powerful thrusts and soon we were moving as one, as if we had been lovers forever, and I felt her beneath me begin to stiffen and to shake as orgasm overcame her. Then she screamed out my name and her entire body spasmed beneath me. Then I came, sending my hot spunk deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, barely able to breathe, my cock throbbing inside Robin's quivering quim.

A moment later I rolled off of her and Robin curled up beside me, pressing her heavy breasts against my side and throwing one leg over mine. Her damp pussy hair tickled my hip but I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I was too wiped out. As I lay on Robin's bed with her tucked against my side, I wondered why we'd waited so long for this moment to arrive. Robin recovered first. I felt her hand at my crotch, the sharp edge of one fingernail tracing the ridge of my cockhead all the way around, not once but twice. Three times.

Robin pushed herself up to her knees and repositioned herself on the bed. Then she bent over my crotch and took my limp and cum-covered cock in her mouth. I felt her hot breath against my balls as she used her tongue to lick my cock clean. My cock responded to her tongue bath by swelling and regaining its former stature. When it was as stiff as it had been before, Robin released her oral grip on it and repositioned herself yet again. She turned and swung one leg over me, straddling me and guiding my cock up and into her slick slit as she lowered herself onto me.

As she did that, I reached up and took her heavy breasts in my hands, stroking her nipples with my thumbs as she began to ride me. She pushed herself up and then slid down the length of my stiff shaft. Up. Down. This time we did everything much slower than before. This time we savored every slow stroke. She rode me like a slow-motion carousel horse, raising up until just the head of my cock was still caught between her pussy lips, then sliding all the way down until I couldn't possibly have buried my cock any deeper inside her. "I can't begin to tell you how many times I've imagined this moment," Robin said. "How many times I've lain awake at night knowing you're next door, wanting to slip over there with nothing on under my robe to surprise you." She continued to ride me with slow rhythmic movements up and down. I began to move, too, pressing my hips upward to meet her downward thrusts. I didn't tell her how many times I'd imagined exactly the same thing.

I couldn't tell her; my breath was coming harder. I thrust up into her, meeting each of her powerful thrusts with one of my own. I still had her heavy tits in my hands, but she grabbed my wrists. She pressed my arms back against the bed, leaning forward so that her tits brushed against my chest with each thrust. She rode me hard, but I matched her stroke for powerful stroke until she suddenly screamed and collapsed on top of me. And then I came, shooting hot cum deep inside my neighbor's spasming pussy. Robin lay on top of me for the longest time, her heavy breasts smashed against my chest, my slowly softening cock finally slipping out of her slick slit. When Robin caught her breath, she rolled off of me and lay beside me on the bed. I wrapped one arm around her as Robin lay her head on my chest, and I fell asleep listening to her breathe and feeling each warm breath brush across my chest and tickle my hair. Waking an hour later, I found myself alone in Robin's bed. I stood and followed the sound of running water into the master bath, where I pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped into the tub behind Robin.

"Need someone to wash your back?" She turned and smiled up at me. She'd washed away all of her make-up and her wet hair lay plastered against her head. I stepped close and drew her into my arms, feeling her soft, soapy skin slide against mine, her heavy breasts flatten against my chest, her wet thatch of pubic hair against the tube of my cock. Warm water cascaded over us as I covered her mouth with mine, holding her head in my hands. She'd brushed her teeth since our coupling and she tasted of mint. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. My hands found each globe of her ass and I pulled her tight against me. My cock responded, rapidly swelling with desire, probing the space between her thighs, the spongy soft head pressing against her wet pussy lips.

Robin spread her legs apart as far as the tub would allow, but it wasn't far enough. Our kiss ended and Robin pulled away, turning her back to me. I wrapped my hands around her, taking her slippery breasts in my hands, feeling the warm, wet flesh ooze through my fingers and her hard nipples poke at my palms. My cock slipped into the crack of her ass, warmed by the flesh enveloping it. But Robin had other ideas. She bent forward, thrusting her ass up at me. She reached between her thighs and took my cock in her hand, guiding my cock head between her swollen pussy lips. I slipped easily into her, burying my cock deep inside her.

Robin braced one hand on the cold tile of the shower as I held her hips in my hands and pumped into her. Warm water splashed across her back, ran in rivulets down the crack of her ass, on through my pubic hair, and dripped from my balls as I pistoned in and out of Robin's pussy. She reached back for me with her free hand, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, the sound barely audible above the water. Moving with me and against me, driving her hips backward as I pushed forward, Robin urged me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her chest, slapping at her with each powerful thrust. "Oh...my...god!" she suddenly exclaimed, her entire body shaking as orgasm swept through her. Her legs buckled beneath her, but I held on tight, keeping her upright as I pounded into her once, twice, three more times before I came, sending a thick wad of hot spunk deep inside her throbbing cunt.

I held onto her tightly, holding her against me until my cock finally stopped spasming and I pulled away. By then the water cascading over us was rapidly cooling. Robin straightened up and quickly cleaned us off before turning the water off and pushing open the shower curtain. After we toweled dry, Robin pulled on a robe and fixed us a light dinner--finger foods and fruit we could eat in bed before our sexual hunger overcame us and we did it again. I didn't return home until the sun was creeping over the horizon the next morning, and it was at least another week before I spent a full night in my own bed. That must have been about six months ago and by now we're the talk of the neighborhood. But we don't mind at all.

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