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Let's Fuck the New Neighbors

Ch. 3: Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Written by Kristen 

"Jesus, what a hunk," Maggie Sherman sighed. "How long is that cock, anyway, Sabra? Nine inches? And thick, too. Mmmm, God, I can feel it inside me right now... _fucking_ me..."

"It's my fingers you feel, you slutty bitch," Sabra replied, working them around inside her friend's pussy. They lay naked on the bed, watching the video playback on the projection tv screen. Up on the screen, Paul Darrow was dogfucking Sabra, his big hard cock slamming in and out of her twitching cunt.

Sabra's face was flushed and excited, sweat bubbles visible on her forehead. "Fuck me, yes,_ fuuuuck meeee_," she was moaning as she rocked under his socking thrusts. Amber Lynn had never done a better fuck scene.

"Did he put it in your ass, too?" Maggie wondered, slurping at Sabra's brown nipples. "I bet that cock could almost kill a woman, stuffed up her ass... but it wouldn't stop me from trying, of course!"

"Nothing could do that," Sabra purred. "You have an absolute fixation about your asshole. Did anyone ever tell you that, Mag?"

Maggie laughed. "I'm forty-one," she said. "When I was a slutty young girl, we didn't have the pill. I love to feel a guy squirting off inside me, but I was terrified of getting knocked up, so I started letting all my boyfriends fuck me in the ass. You can't get pregnant taking a load up your ass, baby. And after a while I started loving it in my backdoor."

She slinked a sweat-moistened arm around Sabra's neck, pulled her close for a lingering kiss. She was sure Sabra already knew the story but she loved to talk about getting banged in the butt.

"But not everyone can fuck an asshole. That stud husband of yours is just too fucking big, for example. He tries to stick it in me, and it feels like he's ripping my rectum to pieces. Milt's cock is a lot skinnier, and it fits my shitter perfectly. But I know you already know that. Seems to me I've seen you bend over and spread your cheeks a time or two, Sabra, so who are you to knock anyone else because she likes to assfuck?"

"Oh, don't get so bitchy," Sabra parried. Her fingers moved deeper into Maggie's cunt. "I'm sure you'll get your chance to test-drive our yummy new neighbor's big hard dick, and I wouldn't be surprised if you found a way to get it up your ass. But mmmm, Mag, it _is_ a big fat thick one, almost as big as Don's rod. You might have some trouble getting it in."

"Mmm, make my day!" Maggie giggled.

Up on the screen, Paul's cock was inside Sabra's mouth again. Everyone had her own particular leanings. Maggie loved it up the ass. Sabra had never been able to suck enough cock to keep herself satisfied. Both of us, Maggie thought, are experts in our own fields. And there was something else both of them loved to do, too.

Maggie lifted her face and puckered her lips. Sabra's mouth descended upon hers, and they rolled on the bed, their bodies hot and sweaty with arousal. Maggie's cunt was already sucking at Sabra's fingers. She could feel the orgasm simmering juicily inside her twat.

Their tongues worked back and forth, from mouth to mouth, dribbling hot frothy saliva from one woman to the other. But there was a better place for tongues to dart, and Maggie's mouth began to water hotly, the more she thought about sucking on Sabra's juicy cunt.

She hoped Sabra hadn't taken a bath or a douche since fucking Paul Darrow; she craved to taste the flavors of his jism still coating the inside of Sabra's pussy. But Sabra was very fastidious and there was no way she'd gone four hours without cleaning herself thoroughly.

On the other hand, Maggie could smell the heated arousal of her friend and neighbor's pussy, and if she couldn't eat strange cum out of Sabra's cunt, she still loved the woman's natural funky taste. She began to kiss her way down Sabra's front, getting back to the tits, but her mind was already about twenty-two inches further down her friend's body.

Sabra rolled onto her back, legs up and open. It was the same position she was taking on the tv screen, making herself available to Paul Darrow. But it wasn't Paul Darrow who mounted Sabra's body in real life, head moving down into the crotch -it was red-haired Maggie Sherman.

Maggie eased into Sabra's pussy. She opened the gash and started to lick up and down, hungry for the ripe taste of Sabra's hot cunt.

She squatted her own snatch directly above Sabra's face, and she felt the familiar penetrating thrust of her friend's fingers. As they worked in and out, Sabra's tongue moved everywhere.

Particularly it lapped at Maggie's asshole, because Sabra knew how much Maggie got off on having her ass licked. The hole itself was a bit looser than on most women, but that was because Maggie cornholed almost every day. Her shitter didn't have time to get too snug between assfucks!

Sabra spread the cheeks, and the deep pink hole dilated excitedly, the way it always did when someone was fucking with it. Sabra licked up and down across the opening, rimming with her tongue until Maggie began to quiver. Then she thrust her tongue straight up it, plunging deeply.

"Aaaahhh!" Maggie gasped in gratification, vibrating with her arousal. She sucked harder and faster at Sabra's pussy, her tongue poking inside to lick up the oozy flow of juices.

Sabra bunched three fingers together and started to ease them into Maggie's asshole. She felt the muscles yield, and she felt Maggie's body tense and jerk as she thrust her fingers home.

The anus closed around the inserted fingers, tightly enough to snuggle them but not enough to prevent Sabra from jabbing them in and out while her mouth returned to its erotic attack on Maggie's clit and cunt. She bit the clit as she continued to fingerfuck the ass, and then she speared her tongue straight up Maggie's pussy, sticking it in as deeply as she could.

An orgasm was already blossoming in her own pussy, and she moaned as the good feelings spread through her body. Maggie ate into Sabra's climax, her tongue whipping the little explosion to greater intensity.

Sabra loved pussy, but she was craziest about men. She had never been entirely sure where Maggie's truest interests ran. The bitch ate pussy like a starving pit bull. But she could take her men on two or three at a time and still lie back panting for more. Sabra hoped that when she hit forty-one, in another twelve years, she still had half the sexual energy Maggie was full of right now. Not much to worry about!

She couldn't get over how much Maggie loved it up the ass. Sabra hadn't even tried cornholing till she was almost nineteen, and it had taken her a while to start enjoying it. She'd still far rather get it in the cunt, where a cock really belonged when it wasn't in her mouth. Once she'd watched Maggie get assfucked by six guys in a row, and it hadn't been enough for the sexy middle-aged redhead, even then.

Sabra's fingers mocked those six cocks now, though they were a lot bigger than her slim fingers. But she kept them bunched together, imitating the shape of a prick, and she banged them in and out of Maggie's anus. The sparks of her own orgasm made her hand jerk and jab all the harder, the faster, and she could tell from the rippling contractions of Maggie's rectum that her friend was on the verge of coming, too.

"Oh, shit!" Maggie gasped, her head jerking upward, her ass slamming down to meet Sabra's thrusting hand. Her pussy gushed juice into Sabra's mouth and she made a string of soft, excited cooing sounds.

As her body twitched to a standstill, she sank onto Sabra, trembling spasmodically. "I still want more," she said. "Oh, God, Sabra, I want that hot young stud you fucked this afternoon! When do I get my ass around that big sweet cock of his? Mmmm, bitch, when is it my turn???"

"You'll get your chance," Sabra promised. "And you're not the only one who wants more. If you'll slide off me, I think I can fix us both up with a tide-me-over."

Maggie sat up, cupping her tits and strumming the hard red nipples. She was almost flat-chested, with just a little swelling of tit on her bosom, but the nipples stuck out more than an inch when they were hard, and they were hard right now. Maggie pinched the nips, straining her neck as she stretched her face down so that she could whip the tip of her tongue across the red points.

She watched Sabra stroll across the room, toward the big wardrobe set into the far wall. The tall blonde entered the wardrobe. A few moments later she came out wearing a luxurious fur coat almost the same color as her golden hair. She strutted toward the bed, and as she came alongside she flipped the coat open.

"Okay!" Maggie said, lying back. "Now you're talking business, baby!"

Sabra had a strap around her waist, with an anchor line running between her legs. Mounted on the strap was a rubber dildo, long and stiff, shaped excitingly like the outline of a real live cock.

The knob was modeled vividly and looked so real that Sabra's mouth usually watered at the sight of it. All the veins and bulges were built in, and there were even a few extra-touch warts low down on the top side, placed just where they'd provide some extra clitoral stimulation when the toy was in use.

The dildo was about eight inches long, relatively thin in proportion -not Sabra's favorite dildo, but the one that Maggie most enjoyed playing with. And as a good hostess, Sabra took pleasure in catering to her guests.

She came up onto the bed, her coat flopped open. "I want to fuck you,bitch," she told Maggie in a husky, imitation-male voice. "Wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it."

She was trying to sound like John Leslie, the porno star, but she didn't have time to use his trademarked dirty-talk line to get Maggie hot and ready. Anyway, the smell of hot wet pussy told her that Maggie was more than primed for what Sabra had in mind.

Maggie reached for the dildo, closed her fist around it, began to slide up and down. She looked into Sabra's brown eyes and said, "Mmmm, such a big cock you have, Grandma..."

"Grandma your fucking ass," Sabra smiled, pushing Maggie down onto her back. The redhead's legs spread eagerly and Sabra got between them, coming down atop her friend. She draped the fur coat around Maggie as she lay atop her.

The women's bodies rubbed together, tit brushing tit, Sabra's dildo lying along Maggie's trembling tummy. They kissed, and as their lips mashed together, Sabra lifted her belly from Maggie's body and Maggie reached down to guide the dildo to her crack.

"Oh, yeah!" she gasped as the fuck toy entered her pussy. Sabra put all of her 125 pounds behind the thrust and she banged deeply, fucking hard into Maggie's wet, hot cunt. She felt it hit bottom she gasped herself, as the vibration spread back along the rubber shaft and tremoloed against the lips of her own cunt.

Maggie took hold of Sabra's ass, beneath the fur coat, and she worked the cheeks as her friend plowed rubber cock in and out of the aroused, excited pussy hole.

"Yes, Jesus, yessss!!!" Maggie wailed, folding her legs around Sabra, "fuck meeeee!!!"

"I am fucking you, bitch," Sabra panted, forcing her big tits down onto Maggie's tiny budlike boobs. She rubbed her tits back and forth over Maggie's inch-plus nipple erections, her own nips expanding ecstatically from the frictionlike contact. Her ass humped and pounded, and she drove the dildo in and out of her friend's hot cunt, moaning as the passion of fucking began to take total control of her mind and body.

Sometimes Sabra wished she had been born a man. The idea of having a real cock, of being able to drive it eight inches up a woman's quivering pussy excited her tremendously. It was no wonder she herself loved to be fucked so much, so often.

But on the other hand, there was almost nothing she enjoyed more than the feeling of a man's cock exploding hot jism down her throat. She could live on cum. If she were a man, she'd have to be a faggot, or at least a bi-sexual, and she knew that given the choice, she'd opt for her own life, her own style, any day of the week. But Jesus, it was such a fucking _thrill_ to be able to ram even this rubber cock up Maggie's juicy hole!

She wondered if Paul Darrow's cute little wife had ever been eaten by a woman, ever been dildo-fucked. She was pretty sure that Beth Ann -that was her name, wasn't it? and it fit her, a nice, wholesome, girl-next-door kind of name -had never done anything like this in her life, that she'd be shocked even to know that things like this went on in anyone else's life.

Mmmmm, taking a hot ride -or three or four -on Paul's ripe dick had been a real delight, but Sabra found herself looking forward to getting a finger, a hand, a tongue, inside Beth Ann Darrow's little bikini panties!

But right now she was having all she could handle, fucking her best friend. Maggie was getting orgasmic under Sabra, but it never took much to make this bitch come. It was hard to believe she was in her early forties. She looked ten years younger and she fucked like a teenager.

Her pussy tightened up, clenching so snugly on the dildo that Sabra could hardly move it in and out. Maggie's eyes were closed, her lips were fluttering excitedly, and she kept kissing at Sabra's face, missing it most of the time and just slurping at the open air.

"Leggo, cunt!" Sabra purred, "I haven't finished fucking you yet!"

Maggie's eyes opened. Mmmm, yeah, she knew what that meant, all right! There was a glitter of green in her eyes, and she flipped over eagerly, her slim, almost skinny ass sticking up with invitation. Sabra leaned down and kissed Maggie all over the buttocks, spreading the cheeks so she could get into the ticklish area around the crack.

Her tongue poked at the hole, and it seemed to gape eagerly, widely. She stuck her tongue straight up her friend's shit passage, and she smiled as she heard Maggie's familiar squealing cry of acceptance.

Sabra used her tongue again, rimming the interior of Maggie's anus, and then she straightened up, working her fist up and down the dildo's long rubber shaft like a man priming his cock for a hot insertion.

She put the tip of the dildo against Maggie's gaping crack, and she shoved it home, not bothering to be soft or delicate or gentle about it. Why? Maggie didn't expect gentility when she was getting her ass fucked. She wanted it hard and hot and fast and deep, and that's exactly what Sabra Robertson gave her!

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Maggie gasped as the rubber cock bit hard and deep and straight, burrowing into her guts with the force of a runaway truck on a downhill grade. She stiffened, and then she seemed to melt, and her anal hole swallowed the thrusting dildo completely. "Fuck me," she sang, "oh fuck my hot hot assssss!!!"

Sabra bent over, her hands encircling Maggie's body, her hands cupping the small but apple-hard tits, the fur coat draping both their bodies. There was something special and sexy about fucking on, or in, furs.

Maggie felt it too. She was stroking both their bodies with the exterior of the coat, making ticklish slides over her skin and Sabra's, and she fucked back at her friend with a growing, irresistible desire.

Sabra could feel it as well, burning in her own body. She always got this way when a new game was in the running. She and Maggie had mulled over a dozen candidates before deciding that the Darrows, Paul and Beth Ann, were the ideal choices.

Now the ball was rolling, and it would take its own course, but she knew how it would all end up. She'd never guessed wrong yet.

And she also knew that Maggie was about to come again. The pulsation of the body over which she crouched told her all she needed to know about that. She slid her hands down to Maggie's cunt, began to play with the lips, the clit.

It wasn't necessary. Maggie could come merely from being fucked in the ass, just as Sabra herself could usually reach orgasm tasting the exciting spurt of hot sticky cum across her tongue.

On the other hand, Sabra loved to get her fingers up another woman's pussy, and it was her own tactile pleasure she was gratifying now. Maggie could take care of herself, and surely would!

"Make me come," Maggie panted, "oh, fuck my hot ass and make me fuckin' come!"

Sabra was close to orgasm herself. Every time she rammed the dildo up Maggie's ass, the base of it shoved back, hard, against the crack of her slit, the tip of her erected clitoris. The faster and harder she fucked, the more excited her own cunt became.

It was a sweet way to fuck, she decided, surely the next best thing to having a cock of her own. She pounded herself into Maggie, moaning and gasping as her own excitement became more and more incandescent.

Her fingers were inside Maggie's pussy, reaming out the wet hole -tighter than you'd expect for a woman of forty-plus, too. And with the fervor of come-excitement bubbling inside Maggie, her pussy was snapping like a rattlesnake at Sabra's fingers, clenching and rippling and oozing out a river of sticky hot woman's cum. Sabra stretched the narrow passage as widely as it would go, and she counterpointed by banging deep and hard with the dildo into Maggie's anal tract.

"Yessss!!!" Maggie shrieked, jerking almost upright when her orgasm exploded.

Sabra pressed against her from the back, stabbing the dildo again and again up the crunching chute of Maggie's asshole, her fingers still deep in Maggie's pussy.

Maggie tilted her head back and her lips met Sabra's in a wet, spit-spilling kiss of sweet wild passion. "You whore," Maggie whispered, "you fuck just like a man... oh, you're killing me with that dildo... don't fuckin' stop..."

But then she slumped forward, and the dildo slid out of her greasy asshole, and Sabra leaned back, panting hard, an inch away from her own climax. She ripped the dildo strap away from her body and lay flat on her back, ramming fingers up her own pussy.

On the tv screen, she was taking Paul Darrow's spurting load onto her face, into her mouth. Her tongue was white with his cock-milk, and his jism dripped from her lower lip, down her chin, onto her stiff brown nipples. Sabra looked at her beautiful full-color image on the screen and she jabbed the fingers faster and deeper into herself.

"My turn," she heard Maggie say in a husky, aroused voice, and she looked up to see that Maggie had strapped the dildo onto herself. It jutted from her thin body in almost obscene protrusion. She looked like Pee Wee Herman wearing John Holmes' prick.

The dildo was still sticky from having fucked Maggie's ass, but Maggie made no move to wipe away the brown smears, and Sabra didn't bother asking her to do it. The idea of being fucked by an ass-wet dildo excited Sabra almost as much as the closeup tv image of herself, dripping with fresh hot cum.

"Come here and fuck me," she said, opening her legs.

Maggie threw herself onto Sabra, pushing the sticky dildo into Sabra's open, eager pussy.

"Oh, you're so hot and wet and juicy," she sighed, working in and out. "Were you this hot and juicy with our darling Paul? I bet you were! I bet you fucked his cock raw. But this one is rubber, baby, and you can't wear it out no matter how much you squirm and wiggle and shake that sweet ripe ass of yours! I'm gonna fuck the cum right out of you, Sabra Robertson, and then you're gonna tell me when I get my turn with Paul Darrow. Right, baby?"

"Mmmmm," Sabra purred, "you make me come and I'll do anything you want, bitch!"
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