Fucking Neighbors: Spring Fling

Author: Fafmor

I hadn’t meant to fuck my wife’s yoga instructor, but it just kind of happened. I had stopped by about 30 minutes before that class started, to drop off a check and explain that my wife wasn’t going to be able to make it that week, but she looked so damn hot in that tight workout outfit which really emphasized her lush, squeezable breasts, so large for such a skinny and barely five foot tall woman. I must have struck her as inviting as well, because soon our lips were locked and I was peeling that top down off her shoulders, hoisting her tight round ass on her desk, my pants on the floor, her legs wrapping around me and pulling my cock into her moist love canal, it’s muscles clamping like a velvet vise, both of us lost in our frantic, passionate lustmaking. I was on the verge of coming when I noticed, in the mirror behind her, other women looking on us, their faces a mix of aghast distaste and voyeuristic delight. It was far too late to shut the damn door, far too late to suggest a hotel rendezvous, far too late do anything but let loose and squirt my seed into her ever so lovely cunt, as she cried out in release as well. Abashedly, I tried to slink out as it become readily apparent that her entire class, consisting of half a dozen or so of my wife’s friends, had observed us. Oddly, she didn’t seemed bothered – in fact, she seemed to secretly enjoy the audience. But I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

A few days later, I get a text from her, followed by a phone call. She’s not upset, nope, in fact, she’d like an encore. Oh, and her name’s Kim. And the wild and weird thing – bring a few male friends. Apparently when she confessed about the classroom encounter to her husband, he was turned on rather than angry, and he confessed he’d like to see her getting it on, the more the merrier. It was against my better judgement, but her body was irresistible and I couldn’t get the intensity of the sex we had out of my mind – I had to do it again. And getting together a couple of guys I knew willing to bang a sexy lady was easy.

We arrived at her door on a Saturday afternoon, and rang the bell with a bit of trepidation – what if it was a joke, or some part of some strange revenge scheme, but Kim greeted us warmly, wearing just a sports bra and shorts. Her husband was there, smiling awkwardly, and offered us beers. He seemed nice enough – or more importantly, like he wasn’t going to pull out a pistol and gun us down. There was a wedge shaped pillow in the center of their living room; I’d seen one like it at Missy & Leslie’s place.

Once we had a chance to relax a bit, she crossed her arms over her head, grabbed the bottom portion of her bra, and slowly peeled it off, over her head, looking incredibly hot as she did so. She then put her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and lowered them to the ground. “Your turns”, she smiled. We wasted no time shedding out clothing, our dicks at various stages of hardness from the sexy strip tease she had done. She made her way to each of us, dropping down in front of each dick and sucking it until fully erect, gently fingering herself all the while. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before we were as hard as iron and ready to drive our nail in.

“Here’s the deal”, she said, “No cumming in my pussy or mouth – there’s a big plastic cup next to the pillow – when you’re ready to blow your wad, pull out and shoot it in there. Everyone gets to fuck me, but I’ll decide the order and where. Everyone OK with the rules?”.

We all nodded. The cup thing was odd, but whatever. Her husband, Bob, was gradually stripping down as well. He hadn’t gotten a BJ, but he was rock hard regardless. She went over the order: I’d go first, then Sal, Duane, and John. John had a big thick dick, so it made sense she was building her way up to him. Duane was also pretty well equipped. I was probably the smallest one there, but it was decent size and I wasn’t ashamed.

She laid down on her back in the middle of the room, her legs lifted up by wedge. I went over and knelt down over her, briefly licking her nipples and breasts, and then diving in between her legs for a bit, just to make sure she was good and wet. She kept her bush trimmed in a neat triangle of curly blond hair, and her juices flowed like a fountain, tasting sweet and tangy. I think everyone was impatient for me to really get started, so I stopped eating her out after a short while, and then sunk my cock in, feeling it swallowed up by the moist tight heat. God she was good as I could feel it gripping me, slowly pumping, wishing this could go on for hours, knowing that I’d be coming way sooner than I’d like. The pillow did an amazing job keeping my dickhead pressed against her g-spot – in no time she was panting as hard as I was, and I clamped the base of my penis with my fingers to avoid ejaculating for as long as I could, then I quickly pulled out and spewed into the cup, stepping away for Sal to take my spot.

Sal wasted no time getting to work. As he sunk his shaft in, he gasped and his eyes lit up – he clearly hadn’t been expecting her to be as tight as she was. “Damn, your wife has one fine pussy”, he said to Bob. “Less talking, more fucking” responded Kim, a bit coldly. I don’t think she really cared for Sal. He was kind of an ass, but he was Duane’s boss, and those two always hung out, with Duane being careful to include him in all activities. Sal pumped away, roughly squeezing her breasts as he plowed his groin into hers. In a short while, he start to gasp again, and Kim reminded him about coming. “Right, in the cup, not the cunt” he joked as he withdrew and shot his wad into it.

Duane knelt down, his tool in hand, lining up it up like a pool hustle with a cue stick, and fed the entire length of it in with a single steady stroke. Her eyes fluttered and she took a sharp intake of breathe as it slid through her well lubricated love tunnel. He scooped up one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, continuously pounding into her with full strokes, her eyes now closed and mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Soon her face was flush and she began to tremble all over, shuddering as he continued to pump into her like a machine. The contrast of his ebony dick flowing in and out of her ivory skin was incredibly sexual, and her husband must have thought so too, because he hurried over and ejaculated into the cup as well, a stringy stream shooting from him. Duane didn’t last long, quickly pulling out and spewing his load into the cup that Larry passed to him.

Now it was John’s turn, and all eyes were on his mammoth cock. It was as thick as a beer can and almost twice as long, and as he got into position, Kim eyed it with a mix of anticipation and dread. She spread her legs far apart and wrapped them around his upper waist, and then slowly coaxed him towards her. He waited for her to get comfortable, rubbing his cockhead up and down the length of her lips, making sure it was coated with her wetness. Her body seemed impossibly petite compared to it’s size, but he gradually spread apart her slit, getting the head completely in. Everyone stared as they slowly move closer, going deeper and deeper, until he hit bottom. Her legs held him tight for several moments, and then she eased up his grip. He was breathing hard, no doubt receiving an amazing cock massage from the strong muscles of her vagina. Her breath came in huffs as he rocked to and fro. Like the rest of us, he didn’t last long, and soon squirted his goo into the cum challice.

I had recovered my erection and was ready for another go. John had definitely stretched her out, and with her vagina fluids pouring out for half an hour or so, it now felt like I was paddling through a swamp. I figured I’d focus on showing her a good time, so I positioned my cock against her g-spot and pressed it there, while gently stroking her clit with my thumb, trying to keep the touch gentle and light. Her face clearly showed her enjoyment, and the longer I kept it there, the heavier and harder her breathing got. I moved my dick in a slow circle against the spot, keeping continuous pressure there. She’d thrust her hips towards me, driving me harder in, clenching her fists in a surge of orgasmic energy. I was slow to build to climax myself, but when I pulled out and came in the cup I felt drained.

Sal hadn’t gotten hard again, but Duane had, and he filled her again, sliding swiftly in until his balls banged against her ass. John kneeled over her, presenting his semihard dick for her to suck, and she eagerly did, running her tongue over it and sucking down the tip. It grew to a full erection, and she could barely fit the head of it in her mouth. Rather than gagging, she went back to licking and kissing. Duane picked up the pace, and she momentarily lost interest in John as her focus was drawn to another building orgasm. She rolled her head from side to side, moaning loudly, telling him to go harder, deeper, faster. He enthusiastically complied. She told John to fuck her tits, and he moved down a bit and slid his pole between them as she squeezed them around it, forming a tight tunnel. The top of his tip was practically to her mouth.

“Fill me with your come”, she shouted, and they both began thrusting even faster, no longer having to hold themselves back. Duane threw his head back with a loud grunt as he released, shooting off deep inside her. Once he was spent, John moved from the tits to the cunt, but blasted his load just as he started to enter her, spraying her thighs and public hair with his sperm. Bob came over, cock in hand, and she leaned upwards to suck it down. She deep throated it, swallowing it all the way, and then stroked it in and out, sucking it with her lips, until he removed it just before he ejaculated, shooting it into her open mouth.

She gently pulled him down to the floor on top of her and passionately french kissed him with her come filled mouth for a minute or so. He moved off of her as she picked up the plastic cup and swirled it around, mixing up the half a dozen or so loads of sperm in it, and poured it all over her crotch. He dove between her legs, lapping up the sticky spew his tongue, like a dog lapping from a bowl.

Bob and Kim seemed rather focused on each other, and we sensed our presence there was no longer desired, so we let ourselves out the door. Hopefully we’ll get invited back some time soon.

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