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I had been mulling over her idea for some time. My neighbor was younger than me and rather adventurous. We’d had our differences due to her dog’s barking at crazy hours and my penchant for having loud sex at crazy hours. We lived in a duplex and our bedrooms shared a wall, because that is the most intelligent design for a house. Right? Anyway, at thirty-five and recently divorced, my sex life was finally approaching legendary status. Hers appeared to be non-existent. When she came to the door early one morning to complain about the exceptionally loud noises we were making the night before, she was fairly surprised to find not a beautiful woman leaving my place, but a beautiful man.
Granted, I did have my unfair share of female lovers but every now and then, a man needs what only a man can give. As I said, I was recently divorced. What reason did I have for not indulging in the deepest, darkest sexual desires that had for so long remained buried in my mind? So, there I was, wearing only a bathrobe and having just kissed this gorgeous Adonis for a full five minutes by my front door when she knocked. We said our goodbyes and I opened the door for him to leave.
There she stood, shell-shocked as my lover left, her jaw nearly on the floor. As I watched her watching him leave, I mused on her buttocks and ample bosom. I continued watching, raising my eyes to meet hers, as she turned back to me.
“Um. Uh, wow! I, uh,… I didn’t know… didn’t know you were….” She couldn’t seem to finish her thought. Bemused, I let her flounder a bit before, “Anyway, hello, Amos.”
“Good morning, Liz.”
“I had no idea you were…” she started then stopped again.
“I’m not totally gay. But every now and then I enjoy the company of a man. So, Liz, what brings you here at 10 a.m. on a Saturday?”
“You guys were really loud last night,” was all she said. I can only imagine how angry she’d been when she knocked, but she still seemed amazed my lover last night had been a man. “You’re gay?”
“As I just said, every now and then. But that’s not important. Next time I have someone over, we’ll use the living room. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how loud we were.”
She turned to leave then turned back. She was on the verge of saying or asking something but changed her mind. “Yeah, uh… Thank you. Have a good day.”
I watched her turn and leave. Actually, I was really watching her round buttocks as she walked. I’m a sucker for a round ass and hers was a beautiful round ass. I love the way the cheeks expand and deflate with each step. Liz was wearing yoga pants, so the motions were exaggerated. In my opinion, she may as well have been naked. I wished she were. I wished she were naked in my bed, on her hands and knees, presenting her ass for me to use as I please. This wasn’t the first time I’d had these thoughts, nor the last.
Here’s a little background on Liz. Elizabeth Anne Crawford was a blonde-over-blue, girl-next-door type. And she literally lived next door. Her breasts were nothing extraordinary but, as I said, her derriere was a thing of beauty. She was five foot four and had far too many curves to be a supermodel. Had she been closer to my age, I would certainly have tried to get her into my bed before now. I’m not sure how old she actually was, but I would guess she was ten years younger. When I moved in, six months prior to this interaction, she’d already been living there. She worked at the nearby aquarium, but I never knew her job there. And, she had a Bassett hound that would bark at every little thing, day or night.
My name is Amos Durbin. I’m five feet, eight inches tall. I’ve got shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes. At the time, I worked in a company mailroom — very exciting work. My divorce had been finalized about two months prior to “getting caught” by Liz. As far as my sexuality, I love women, but they always seemed to claw at my heart on their way out. I found men to be a good sexual release and much less apt to stir my desire for a relationship. In other words, the sex was good with both, but I felt a desire to have a steady woman in my life.
Liz and I met when I was originally checking out this place to rent. I found her company pleasant and was instantly attracted to her. We only chatted for a few minutes as I was leaving, she coming home, but I felt a desire to befriend her. She was pretty much the reason for choosing this place, her and the fact that it was the most reasonably priced apartment I could find available. Of course, her dog had either been elsewhere or was perfectly silent the whole time I checked the place out.
I closed the door and went about my usual Saturday morning routine: coffee, breakfast, check the early college football games. Nothing too exciting was on TV, so I eventually made my way to the shower to finally wash off the remnants of the previous evening’s festivities. I made the bed, cleaned up the kitchen, vacuumed the living room. As I left the house around 2 p.m. to go cash my paycheck, Liz was also heading out.
“Hey, Liz,” I greeted her.
“Hi, Amos. Hey, are you doing anything for dinner this evening?” She was smiling broadly.
“No plans.”
“I’m making some pasta. Want to join me?”
Okay, this is a first. “Sure. What time?”
“How’s seven?”
“Sounds good. I’ll be at your door at seven.”
Seriously, what just happened? She’d never invited me over before. And I couldn’t get it out of my head that she had just found out I was sleeping with a dude. I almost thought she was overcompensating, as if to say (imagine this in that California valley girl lilt) “I don’t care if you’re gay. In fact, I like really like gay people. Gays are the best. I’m like so totally okay with you being gay.” But, whatever. I’d get to be in her house and really close to her.
I ran my errands in town and decided to stop into the liquor store for a bottle of wine for dinner. I’m terrible at picking out wines, so I asked another customer for help. I ended up with a Chianti imported from Italy. I only wish I could remember the vineyard. It was around five when I got back home, enough time to check the scores and see who won today. Nothing too exciting happened during the football day, no major upsets.
Finally, it was a quarter ‘til. I changed clothes and brushed my teeth. I was ready to go. I made sure to grab the wine and a corkscrew; you never know what a neighbor might not have. All set, I made my way out the door and the few feet to her front door. I knocked.
I didn’t have to wait long for Liz to come to the door. As always, she looked stunning. She was wearing minimal make-up, just enough to make her eyes “pop.” She wore a hippy-style blouse over a pair of jeans. Good, because I had decided not to get too fancy. Sure, I was wearing a button down, but I was glad I decided on jeans as well. Being underdressed, or even more so, overdressed, would have made this more awkward than it already was. I still wasn’t sure why she invited me, but I guessed we’d get there eventually.
“Amos, hi,” she said, smiling broadly.
“Hi. Thanks again for the invite. I figured I should bring something, so I had someone help me pick out a bottle of wine,” I replied. “You do drink, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. Thank you. That was very thoughtful. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready shortly.”
“Just in case, I also brought a corkscrew.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I have like five of those things. I can never seem to find them when I need them, though.”
All right, I thought. This seems to be starting off nicely. I made sure to leave my shoes by the door then followed her to the kitchen. She had some Irish punk music playing, a good choice, though I didn’t recognize the band. I opened the wine while she finished straining the pasta.
“Okay,” she said. “Five minutes. Why don’t you go sit at the table? Bring the wine with you.”
“Where are the wine glasses?” I asked.
“That cabinet to your right, up above. I’ll be right there.”
I made my way into the dining area. Wow! Where does she think this is going? Candles sat on the set table, already lit. The lighting was dim. And cloth napkins. Cloth napkins! Is she trying to... No. She couldn’t be. I set the bottle and glasses down. “Wow, Liz. You went all out.”
I heard her come in from the kitchen. I turned to help her with the food, but she wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I just want to say, Amos, that I think it’s fucking hot,” she said, still not looking at me.
“Well, it should be. It just came off the stove.”
“Well,… yes, but… No, that’s not what I meant.” She put the food down and walked to her chair. Still not looking me in the eye she continued, “You sleeping with guys is fucking hot.”
Obviously, I was speechless. “You think…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. I couldn’t.
“Yeah. I do. I really, really do.” She paused. I looked at her. She appeared to be blushing, but I wasn’t going to say anything. She shook her head as if to clear her mind. Finally, she recovered enough to say, “Let’s eat. Then we can talk about it.”
We ate, made small talk. The wine paired very well with the meat sauce. Go figure, an Italian wine going well with Italian food. We talked about work. Her dog came in and bayed at me the way only a Bassett hound can. Then the meal was nearly done, the wine nearly gone.
“So,” I began, “what did you mean about it being hot?”
She blushed. “I once caught a boyfriend doing stuff with his best friend. He ended being completely gay, but we broke up before that. Not because he was blowing a dude, but because he cheated. I don’t know how I would have reacted had he asked first. But, instead, I caught him. It really bothered me, the whole gay thing. Then it kind of became an obsession. It’s my fetish. Gay porn is the only porn I watch. It really turns me on.
“So, when I went over there today to ask you to be more considerate… Then I found out you were banging a… all last night… Honestly, I wish I could have watched.”
Then she finally raised her eyes to meet mine. “I wish I could watch you fuck a dude. You’re hot. That guy this morning was hot. And watching two guys fucking is the sexiest, most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Another pause as she searched my face, looking for some clue. “And you being bi turns me on so much. You, Amos, you turn me on.”
You tell me: what is a guy supposed to say to that? Do I stand up and walk out? Do I say “Fuck yeah, let’s go find a guy”? Do I lean forward and kiss her? What do I do? Cue elegantly worded speech.
“Oh.” Really, tell me what I should have said. “Wow.” See? I’m a wonderful orator, my skills unequalled. I am truly blessed with a gilded tongue. “Uh…”
“Sorry to bombard you, but I really had to get that off my chest.”
Finally, a way to break out of my stupor: the droplet of pasta sauce on her right breast. “There’s something else you need to get off your chest,” I reply, only half joking. “May I?”
I leaned over, our gazes still locked on each other. I moved my arm around her back. My lips approached her breast. I was looking for some clue as to whether this action would be welcome or not, but all I could read was her lust. My lips met her blouse, my tongue licking the sauce off. Her eyes closed as she breathed in deeply. “Yes,” I barely heard her whisper. I felt her surrender to my touch. Our arms tangled as we both attempted to remove her blouse. “Yes, Amos.” My mouth travelled up her neck, under her jaw, now at her chin, now our lips joined together. Her tongue entered my mouth. I was nearly lost to her charms, yet I couldn’t. Could I? I pulled back.
“Are you sure?” was all I could ask.
“Not really, but I want to be. Tell me you at least washed him off your cock?”
“I’ve showered. But, actually, Liz, he didn’t even touch me there.” Moment of truth time.
“Holy fuck! Even hotter,” she let out a low growl. “So you’re a bottom.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Tell me what he did to you while we fuck,” she nearly lunged at me. Her hands tore at my shirt. I felt her lips on my chest as she undid my fly before I could even react. I tried to slow her down at least, but she was determined. I’ve never been raped in my life, but this was the closest thing to it. I did want her, although I wasn’t really sure that she was sure she wanted me. I stood up to try to back away, but this only allowed her to yank my jeans to the floor. My cock sprang out. Within a second, she was forcing it into her mouth. I lost all resolve and decided to let her keep going.
“I sucked him very much the same way last night.” She moaned around my erection. “He’s got more girth than me, but about the same length.” Her hands moved to my ass cheeks, pulling me further into her mouth. “His balls slapped my chin with each thrust.” One hand moved to my crack. “His big, heavy, cum-filled balls slapped at my face.” I felt her finger at my hole. She removed my cock from her mouth and she nearly bit my own balls off.
“Tell me more. Here, sit on the sofa. So, how long did you suck him? Did he cum in your mouth?”
We moved to her sofa. I sat down and raised my legs into the air. She waited for me to continue before she went back to my taint.
“I only sucked him until I couldn’t wait any longer to have him fuck me.”
“God! I love it. Mmmmmmm.” Her tongue continued south, all the way south. Her fingers and tongue met at my recently fucked hole as her other hand stroked my cock. I felt her finger probe around.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.” I felt her hesitate. “Please, shove it in my ass!”
“More,” I heard her say between licks on my hole.
“This was the noisy part. I’m very vocal when getting fucked in the ass. I begged him for it.” Another moan. “I begged him to yank my hair.” Bam, there went the first finger. “Fuck, yes,” I could hardly concentrate. “He wasn’t gentle. He took all of twenty seconds to get his whole cock up my ass.” She pulled her finger out then pressed two into my eager crevice. “He grabbed my hair in his left hand like they were reins of a horse.” I felt her remove her fingers and plunge them back in. “He used his right hand to smack my ass. Very hard. You can probably still see his hand print.” She backed off and lifted my ass off the couch.
“Holy shit, I can,” she giggled. She shoved her fingers home once again, in and out, in and out. I was in ecstasy. My eyes were closed. Then, I felt her remove her fingers once more. I felt something near my mouth. “Open up,” she commanded. And I did. I tasted her three fingers straight from my ass. This was a first, and honestly, not even close to the last time I’d taste my ass for her. “Let’s take this to the bed room.” We got up. I realized I was completely naked while she still wore her jeans.
I followed her to the bed room. When we got there, I turned her around and kissed her, again tasting myself on her lips and tongue. I pulled her jeans down. “Not yet. I have something I’d like you to use,” she stopped me. She pushed me away. As she turned to enter her closet, I could see the top half of her ass crack above the waistline. I could hardly wait to get my face between those glorious cheeks. She bent over and removed a shoebox, her beautiful backside on display. I couldn’t wait. I moved behind her and finished uncovering the ass I had admired since we met. I heard a soft moan. My hands spread her cheeks and I gazed on her glorious asshole.
I began kissing and licking her cheeks, her crack, everywhere but her hole. I felt her press back onto my face. I could smell the essence of her being, the aroma turning me on even more. At last, I plunged into her musky crevice. “God, yes!” I heard her gasp. She let me continue for a moment. “But wait.”
She stood and turned around. Her trimmed hairs tickled my nose as I breathed in her aroma. She allowed me a few moments to taste her womanhood. “Now, get on the bed. On your back, knees to your chest.” I complied. I watched as she lifted the anal plug. “Ready for this?”
All I could do was watch, wait, and relax as she slowly lubed up the plug. Finally, the wait was over. She mounted the bed, placed her crotch directly over my mouth and lowered herself onto my waiting tongue. I lapped away at her dripping wet pussy as I felt her place the plug at the entrance to my ass and slowly push in. Soon, I felt the “pop” as the plug slid firmly into place. With the plug fully entrenched in me, she began to pay attention to my rigid member once again. All the while, I could taste her getting even wetter. My tongue explored her sopping snatch, my hands her plump posterior. Her mouth engulfed me whole while she used one hand to manipulate the plug in my ass. Eventually, she sat up, hovering just over my face. “Ready to do this?” I could only imagine what she meant.
She turned around. Our eyes met. I watched her expression change from intense lust to near orgasmic bliss in no time flat as she lowered herself onto my pulsing erection. We moved together, though somewhat awkwardly. I couldn’t last long enough. I was far too turned on to be able to cum with her and the toy in my ass was hitting that special sweet spot. She watched as I deposited my creamy nectar deep inside. I felt bad that she was left wanting, so I quickly rolled her over onto her back. I pushed her legs up to her chest and dove at her frosted pussy. I felt her squirm. I felt her shudder. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with the product of our lovemaking, our combined cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, but left the last bit swishing together in my mouth. She pulled me up to her. Staring me in the eye, she brought my head down, raised her head up. Our lips connected, our mouths opened, and I shared the love potion with her. I felt more than heard her contented moan. I collapsed beside her.
“I’ve been fantasizing this all day,” she finally was able to say.
“You’re amazing,” I answered, “and a complete freak. I love it.”
“We should do this again sometime.”
“Give me a chance to catch my breath. I’ll need a few minutes.” I reached behind me. The plug was still firmly in place. “And let me get this thing out.” I got up and waddled into her bathroom. I removed the plug and sat down on the john. I cleaned off the toy and returned to the lovely, libidinal Liz.
“Oh, I’m good for tonight, Amos. Maybe in the morning, after some sleep. I was wondering, however, what your answer is?” She looked at me expectantly.
“My answer to what?”
“Can I watch you with a man?” I didn’t answer right away. “Come on, Amos. Let me watch you take a big, huge, heavy cock in your tight, horny bottom,” she said in a Marilyn Monroe-esque voice.
“Let me ponder that. I’ll get back to you.”
We drifted off. Even sharing the same bed and having just fucked, we didn’t cuddle much. When I woke in the morning, she was not in bed. I was still alive, so, there’s that going for me. Her pillow was still warm. I heard the toilet flush and the shower start up. I lazed a bit in her bed before moving to the bathroom. I knocked.
“No need to knock, silly. Come in and join me. The water’s warm.”
I got into the shower with her. She was nearly finished, but I washed her back and she washed mine. She got out and dried off while I finished washing myself.
“There’s a towel here on the rack. Come back to bed when you’re done.”
It didn’t take long to finish the shower. And I’d tied my hair up so it wouldn’t get too wet. I’d say it took me three minutes to get out of the shower and another five to dry off. By the time I got to the bedroom door, one of my life’s goals was displayed before me. Liz was on her knees, face down to the bed, with her ass presented towards me at the door. I dropped the towel and practically ran to the bed. I stopped my face an inch away from her perfect bottom, inhaling her freshly washed scent. I pushed my nose into her hole. I heard her moans and pleas for more, for deeper, for bigger. I had to make her wait. She had a tremendously aesthetically pleasing ass and I wanted to treat it the way it deserved. I rubbed my face all over her hole, finally sticking out my tongue to taste her once more. She’d used a flavored lube to prepare for my imminent invasion: strawberry.
“That’s enough play. Get your cock up my ass. I need it.”
My tongue lingered briefly before I pulled away. I watched her cheeks as my hands smacked her right then her left one. Her firm buttocks barely moved, yet her hole winked with each impact. I spat on my cock and pressed the head gently to her entrance.
“I’m ready. Fuck me like your friend fucked you,” she begged. I was not going to disappoint.
I pushed firmly into her. Her ring spread easily. I felt her pushing back. “More,” she begged, “harder.” I bottomed out in no time, my hips mashed up against her cheeks. I waited a mere moment or two before I began my retreat. Just as my head was nearing her exit, I forced myself into her fully. “FUCK! YES! Give it to me. Fuck my horny ass!” she screamed. I assaulted her anus with all the energy I had. I did not relent. She moved away from me as I pulled out and shot her ass back onto my cock as I thrust in. We were both fucking her ass. I lasted a good while before I felt that all too familiar sensation course from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock and into her stuffed rectum. I slammed into her with one last pounding thrust. My seed plastered her guts. “God, yes. Oh fuck, that was good,” she could hardly whisper. But I wasn’t done. Again, as I’d done the night before, I pulled my softening cock from her body and dove straight to her freshly gaped opening. I needed to taste more of her ass. I wanted to taste my cum again.
“Wait,” she instructed. She had me lay on my back next to her. I watched as she again straddled my face. This time, however, it was her anus she lowered to my waiting lips. I sucked her hole; I sucked hard. I felt the cream ooze out of her into my waiting mouth. This time I swallowed it all.
“If you ever let me watch,” she began, “I’d love to return the favor.”
“That would be something. We should set up a camera to film us,” I joked back. I didn’t expect to let her watch, but you never know.
“I got a long week at work ahead, Amos. I’m going to need to get some stuff done this afternoon. And, I’m probably going to be very tired, especially after this morning and last night. See you next Saturday?”
That afternoon, I went back to my place, watched some football, showered for the third time in two days, and went to bed early. The week was fairly uneventful at work. I was also pretty beat from the weekend antics, so evenings were short and bedtimes were early. If she’d been up to it, I could have fucked her every day, but I thought that might strain our relationship as neighbors. We obviously weren’t dating and we’d only slept one night together, but I wasn’t sure what to think about our relationship. “Neighbors with benefits” is the closest I could come to. Friday arrived and I finally broke down and called on her.
As I said at the beginning, I had been mulling over her idea for some time. As I stood at her door, about to knock, I came to a decision. I knocked.
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