It Shot Up

It shot up...

I remember it well. My hot neighbour working in the garden, again. He always seems to be off when I'm at home. And he's always following me with them sex hungry eyes. On the one hand it creeps me out. But at the same time it is flattering to have a man check me out like that. To be honest, contrary to common sense or society's morals, it is actually a bit of a turn on. Something happened the other day. Let's go back and relive it. It pleases me to do that sometimes.

Today the kids are with their dad, chaperoned by his mom which is a major relief. The divorce is not going well. Why doesn't he acknowledge that he's sick? He needs treatment, at least on his paranoia. I've read up on the subject and it may well be he's got a certain degree of paranoid schizophrenia. And that used to be my husband... well, still is, formally.

So he and his mom picked up the twins early this morning and I happily went back to bed, to sleep in some. Later I awoke, got up and took some tea back to bed. Half under the covers with tea and the Cosmopolitan I'm reading the obligatory article on sex. It evokes some fluttery feelings and realize that I haven't had those for some time now. They remained fluttery because the stories really are too sober. After snoozing for another hour or so, I go downstairs to get some fresh tea when my eyes are caught by the jumble of toys in the garden. Damn, I never seem to get around to that when the kids are agitated because of visiting their dad. I open the back door, step out (in my nightshirt with sloppy unnies under it) and notice him doing something at his work table just in front of the shed, next to the fence. My "Hello neighbour" gets an immediate "Morning" answer.

My thoughts take an immediate leap. Good man, not too bad looking. Happily married, that's for sure. Although I suspect he's playing around by the way I've noticed him checking out other women, non-stop. And now he's watching me like that, come to think of it. Hmmm... what are these thoughts, I'm not in Cosmopolitan, am I? Even so, let's be naughty and give him something to ogle. Let's pick up something with my butt turned up his way. Phew, I overdid the bending over a bit, since when am I this stiff? The weather is warm enough. I wonder if I've caught his attention. The little sandbox in the corner...

"Auwchchch" I cry out a weird shriek of pain as it jolts up my spine and my back muscles. It's dizzying and gasping for breath I try to find my balance. I hear him ask if I need some help and I desperately nod yes. I'm also saying yes but it comes out somewhat distorted. In the blink of an eye he jumped the fence and is standing next to me preventing me from toppling over. His support helps a bit but the breathing is still painful. Then suddenly, to my surprise, I feel his hand on the top of my chest, followed by another low on my back, which makes his touch reassuring. He kinda orders me to bring my shoulder blades together to help me breathe. Oh, wow, that really works! I can indeed breath again. His hands are straightening my posture and hold me up as he guides me inside.

I'm sitting down at the lounge-end corner of the couch and he places himself behind me. His hands slide over my back and stop exactly at the most painful place. Is this where it hurts? I tell him he's spot on to which he suggests to massage me a bit. I cynically ask if he has 'a bit' of skill. He claims he can make me feel better. A few thoughts enter my mind simultaneously, like: "I feel like shit now so that's easy." and "Finally a man that takes care of me." and "Can I do this, receiving a massage from my married neighbour?" and "I got him inside, maybe that I will do him... no, I can't, may not think of that." I reply with an offhand "Oh well, go ahead." quite lame when I hear myself say it but he seems

to disregard that and guides me to a lying position. I stretch myself out on the sofa, belly down. He pulls my shirt up and without thinking I sort of automatically lift my arms for him to pull it completely off. This gives a sharp shot of pain again and I inhale sharply. He soothes my motion and helps me get my arms out ever so gently. As the shirt passed my head I startle myself. I don't know if it was his intention but here I am, practically naked on the couch with the man from next door. The only thing I'm wearing now are my old sloppy cotton

knickers. Where does this lead to? The flutters in my lower belly from this morning are acting up. But he's actually very courteous and it just seems like it's only my mind that's twisted. He puts my arms beside me and starts... Ouch that is a bit painful, but not a bad pain in a weird way. After a moment he asks me if I have massage oil. I reply that I don't think so. He suggests that some sunflower oil would do fine. The question catches me off guard and in a matter of fact way, I tell him to check out a certain cabinet in the kitchen. But then I get a clear moment and tell him that in the corner of the kitchen sink there's a bottle of baby oil. A moment later I feel him applying some oil and continuing his massage.

Ow... What's he doing? It's good but.. oh no, there goes my dirty mind again. A deep "hmmoohh" escapes my throat with a shot of 'healing' pain. A pain that on the one hand is evoked but at the same time recedes with the touch of his hands, especially from the muscles in my lower back. It's so good! And here goes my imagination again... If his hands are so wonderful for my back, what else can they do? The relaxation that the massage is beginning to bring, also releases a flood of thoughts. In my mind his hands slide from my back down over my bottom, my legs and then between them. Another moan: "ohhmmm" half because of his kneading hands but on the other half because of the horny fantasy. After an extensive treatment of my back, his hands transfer to my shoulders. I imagine them moving forward to my breasts. No, stop it, get a grip! He moves my hair to the side and from the corner of my eye I look up at him telling him that this really feels very good, painful at first but totally relaxing now. He answers with a modest "thank you, I'm trying." With long strokes he rubs his hands from the top of my back to my bottom and back again. And I let my dirty mind go, again.

His question: "Satisfied?" wakes me up from my horny slumber. He has stopped his treatment. My back and shoulders feel wonderful but this is a bit of an anti-climax. At the same time I become aware of the smell of baby oil and my perky reaction, to my own surprise, is that the oil must be washed off. I half turn towards him and notice him looking from my titties back to my eyes. I don't care about my nakedness anymore. I get up, grab his hand and take him up the stairs towards the bathroom. The naughty me walks up the stairs as sexy as I can, fully aware of his eyes on my butt and probably the wet blot in the cotton between my legs, the result of vivid imagination. The moisture is lubricating the movement of my lips between my thighs, stimulating more 'improper' thoughts: his hands stretching out, feeling me up. I stop near the top of the stairs and bend over. He pulls my knickers down, followed by his fingers massaging the entrance of my warm and willing vagina. The thought of the inevitable fuck session makes me blush, one that I feel spreading from my face past my neck and all over my body. My heart is racing too.

I proceed towards the bathroom without a backward glance. I open the door and look back at him and while offering a full view of my breasts I beckon him inside. Turned on I turn on the shower and make a little strip-tease out of removing my unnies that still hang loose, low on my butt, high on my thighs. While bending forward rather deep for effect, my mind tricks me into another fantasy where his hands reach out and touch my wet pussy... OMG, I am indeed incredibly lascivious,

I can see the white sappy fluid between my exposed nymphaea. I rise and turn around while stepping out of my panties. I crouch to pick them up, overly aware of my salacious cunt, and throw it in the bin while seductively looking him in the eyes. Because he's taking in my naked body with an obvious horny hunger I definitely decide to follow my own horny fantasies and give in to my primal urge. I'm so going to fuck him. And he's so going to fuck me.

In an intoxicated whirl I hear myself say with an lump in my throat that he needs to get undressed unless he wants wet clothes while washing the oil off my back. He glances at his oil covered hands and mumbles an apology. He turns towards the sink to clean them with soap. I realize I didn't notice the oil on his hands when I fantasized about him touching my cunt. Oh my God, what a weird thought. I step under the shower and turn towards him. He undresses quickly and joins me under the warm

comforting rays of water. I make some space for him to get his body wet and for me to observe that body. His chest is well muscled and somewhat hairy, just enough to underline his masculinity. There's a hint of a tummie, showing his age I guess. He's got public hair that he does not seem to shave but I'm guessing he trims it. The slight disappointment about that finds ample compensation by the erect cock standing proud. I am shaved, have started to do so after I kicked out the lunatic. A hairy pussy was his fetish and my chagrin. What is presented to me now makes my underbelly twitch and my vulva react heated to the prospect of being invaded by this alien object. It's absolutely bigger than the one I had to cope with before.

This one's a bit bent and roughly blood-vessel streaked with a big swollen purplish head that peeps halfway out the foreskin. His member makes me so hot, my mouth dries up and I swallow with difficulty. My heart pounds noticeably heavy and again I feel my skin glow with a horny blush. I wanted to grab his pole but he just picked my shower puff from its hook with one hand and shower gel with the other. He turns me around and before I know it he's washing my back. Much like his massage, firm but sensitive. After cleaning my back he adds gel and proceeds from my shoulders forward. He washes and massages my breasts slowly moving his hand lower, caressing my belly. I am so turned on, lean back against him, turn my arm backward and pull him against me. I feel his body against my back and his hard-on glides over the cheeks and between the crack of my butt.

He then turns his head towards me and kisses me on the cheek, first. I turn my head to face him and put my mouth on his. We kiss. Our first French kiss. Relaxed yet hot, searching yet reliable, unknown yet intimate. Damn, my neighbour is one hell of a kisser. And a multi tasker too because in the meantime one hand is massaging the nipple of one breast while his other... oh, he's gotten rid of the puff... is entering the intimacy zone, finally. I turn my pelvis forward and welcome his probing fingers with a heavy sigh that is almost a growl. All of a sudden I realize that he's turned my stomach towards the stream of water to rid my front of soap. So sweet, not to let the soap flow between my labia. This precaution makes me melt.

I remember I had to instruct the nutcase twice. Once with me and again when he washed our daughter. And this man, who only has a son, considers this while following his hot primal urges. I suck in his tongue when he finds my clitoris and I involuntarily start pulsing my pelvis back and forth with sexual excitement. Meanwhile he keeps his cool and applies his massaging skills to my most erogenous zones. I suddenly realize that this is not going to be a quick, hot fuck. This is turning into passionate lovemaking. I'm warming up to this and let myself be overwhelmed by sexual excitement, moaning and growling out my pleasure. This guy really knows how to touch a woman... how to touch me!

His fingers make me crazy, they start working the entrance of my pleasure hole and before long, one

enters me. This feels like crossing a line, another one, and now I really let go. I pull his body against mine from behind and rub my ass rhythmically against his dick. I'm sensuously conscious of his rod against my backside but his fingers really make me crazy. A second digit enters my willing hole and while they massage the inside, his thumb pushes against my clit, in fact stimulating two erogenous zones at once. He then proceeds by moving his fingers in and out hitting my little pleasure-knob every time. This sends heated jolts through my body and I start to make erotic rhythmic noises. I pant and moan with pleasure, can't stop myself lavishing this overload of stimulation. He holds me very tight in place now.

I surrender in his grip, his fingers all over my slit, working me into a frenzy. I heat up to feel an orgasm coming up while my mind plays tricks on me, again. I realize that I've fingered myself to a climax but that was before the kids, before my marriage, before the insane partner... It seems like a century ago. And now, as I can do nothing but let myself be overwhelmed by sexual stimulans, I feel the warm waves of an orgasm flow over me. I pull my mouth off his, gasping for air. I tremble, shiver, lose control over my voice. I'm vaguely aware of my growling as my orgasm continues under his relentless hands and fingers. And although I'm under the shower, I feel my warm fluids passing my lips and his fingers.

Then, slowly, the orgasm passes and I feel limp, barely able to stand while he's still holding me up by my crotch, his other arm around my chest, hand on my breast. I'm panting, catching my breath. I'm wondering if I ever had an orgasm this intense. Well, maybe that breeding fuck when the loony finally got me pregnant... no, it was never that intense... and definitely not from manual labor, not even mine, that's for sure.

He pulls his fingers out, pity, but he slowly rubs my pussy still, wonderful. I relish this moment for a while and then turn towards him. I give him a slow kiss in reward while my hands gently get hold of his bone-hard tool of pleasure. My mind races ahead of me again. While sliding my hands over the length of his baby maker. Oh fuck! How could I? How could I not... think of that. And It's gone too far now, there's no turning back from this. I've made my decision even before coming so incredibly intense and uncontrolled. I'll be even less in control in a few minutes and I'm not on birth control. And his dick, no, with respect, his penis is so... good?

No, let me rephrase that. When I put two hands around it, the head easily looks out over the rim. And I'm not even holding it way down at the base. When I pull the foreskin back, the head looks even thicker although it is nice and soft, the perfect spearhead for this hard meaty shaft. Fuck, I'm so damn horny, so longing for this wonderful man to shove his ramming rod, his cunt cane, his torrid truncheon up my lusty love lotus that I now decide to neglect the risks of bareback sex. And so I tell him that although this was very nice, understatement, I really want to feel his hard cock in my soft pussy. Upon which he smiles and places his mouth upon mine.

While kissing me he turns me to the wall and presses me against it. I feel his mighty manhood against my belly. He then kneels and pushes my legs apart and puts his head between them. Oh, OK... are my thoughts as it dawns on me that he's going to eat me out. I tilt my pelvis forward and thus offer my Venus, my gaping chasm, to his pussy hungry mouth. I feel his lips over mine, his tongue inside my crevice. I feel him suck, lick out, taste and obviously enjoy my most intimate flesh. It takes but a minute for me to reach another high and whilst uttering slight screams of pleasure, I climax once more, producing come fluids flowing from my sheath once more, this time for him to savor.

I'm still trembling when he gets a hold of my thighs and lifts me up. Mercy me, I've never done it like this! To my surprise I feel my slit slide over his tummy when, without a second of hesitation, his gorgeous glans is entering my voluptuous vulva. I put my arms around his neck as I feel his full length... and width... oh yes... fill me up. Oohhh shit, I'm still tight and he's big. I guess my pussy shrunk a bit from lack of use but after just one jolt of, in a way, delicious pain I settle over him with an unmistakable mutual moan of pleasure. I'm thinking that it's almost like the first time. I was less horny, more tense and it was definitely clumsy, but the pain is much the same. The big difference is that the sensation is ten times better. He holds still when he's all in and kisses my face while I gasp for air. Then he kisses me passionately and starts to move his pleasure pole up and down my conceiving cave. It's so dangerously exciting but I'm so ready that I'm about to come from this incredible overwhelming hot and horny feeling of being taken in a whole new way. And I may get pregnant... my mind goes blank on this subject for now.

My cunt is quick to adjust to his shaft as he slowly pulls almost out and then slides decisively all the way in. I imagine feeling his head touch my cervix. Again he pulls out but on entering he increases speed and force. After no more than ten moves (who's counting?) he rams his pleasure rod up my juicy clam and another orgasm is getting a hold on me. Wave after wave of lustful needles and pins, mixed with hot flashes come over me. A constant flow of juices from my over-excited folds lubricate his primal moves and urges. He's definitely fucking me, my god, I'm getting fucked.

And it's the fuck of the century, and this century has only just begun. I'm coming, I'm in a constant orgasm. I feel my clitoris is swelled to the max because of the constant stimulation of the hard male meat of his organ grinding it. The orgasm on the one hand gives me an outer body experience where I see myself being taken by this manly male that gives pleasure as he's taking it. On the other hand I feel a clarity of senses. My hearing is up. I hear him pant next to my ear but over that I hear the water and perspiration between our bodies squish but on top of that I hear the sucking sound of his piston in my combustion chamber, and combustion is what it feels like for sure.

It's the sense of touch that is elevated beyond what I've ever experienced. I feel his chest against my breasts, his belly against mine, a water and sweat lubricated skin-rub. I feel his hand around my thighs working against the motion of his pelvis. I feel his hips sliding back and forth along my inner thighs. I feel his pelvis hitting mine. And I feel his swollen, hot, meaty member entering and exiting and entering my soft fleshy folds. I feel every inch of his penis and every square millimeter of my vagina it touches. And my clit, I feel his organ rubbing it in passing, I feel his pelvis hitting it with every stroke. I am feeling my clitoris sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through my body, from my cunt up my tummy to my tits, electrifying my nipples that I imagine touch his. The jolts go up the back of my neck, quicken the lust section and explode overwhelmingly all sensory sections of my brain.

I'm still climaxing when his panting turns to moaning. I feel his rod swell just that bit more as he rams it home to mommy with a frenzy. And with the moaning turning to groaning I feel him come inside me. I imagine to feel his baby batter splash on my welcoming and fertile cervix, pulsing, again and again. I perceive three full blasts and vividly imagine some small final releases. I'm picturing his glans-tip squirting his load into the top part of my womb. It's a climax within a climax. I start to shiver and I almost involuntary, automatically squeeze my pussy, sucking out the last of his seed thus stimulating him to press out every drop. God, nature has its ways when it comes together. I feel him tremble and shiver between my legs and against my underbelly, his throat producing the rumbling of a thunder dying away in the distance.