The sun was warm, and MaryBeth was alone. Divorced for almost a year she now had many chores to do that usually were done by the man of the house. She lugged out the summer furniture from the garage and washed it and then to reward herself went into the house applied sunscreen and taking a book and some Seagram’s Ice went out to the back yard to sunbath in her smallest swimsuit.
MaryBeth was thirty but looked about twenty-two. She was firm with large breasts, huge nipples, and long legs that rose up to a perfect upside down heart shaped ass and ended in beautiful long tapered toes.
The book was "Erotic Tales for Women" and the stories were hot. After about four drinks, MaryBeth lost track of where she was. She was hot from the sun relaxed from the drinks, and in need of attention.
Slipping her hand down, her slightly sweat glistened body she inserted her fingers into her moist and demanding center of pleasure. Sighing softly, she alternated between pushing and twisting her love button and pushing and swirling her finger around inside her now volcanic tunnel of love.
Soon her hands weren’t enough, licking them to clean off her fluids, she then picked up an empty bottle. Needing the bottle to be wet, she sucked it deep inside her mouth. Lavishing it with her spit then she pushed the thong part of her suit aside and with a moan pushed it into her as she flicked at and lightly slapped her hard and throbbing clit. The bottle kept going deeper, and she arched her back and spread her legs to encourage it along its journey. She found herself murmuring low as she dropped the book and used her other hand on her nipples. Pinching and tugging them, and rolling them around until they were twice their normal size and hard points of pleasurable delight sending stabbing pains of desire to her now flooding pussy.
Suddenly she was climaxing her body arched off the chaise lounge and the bottle except for the inch or so she was holding disappeared and appeared again as her pussy clenched and unclenched around it. She moaned aloud in her passion, tugged, and pulled her clit prolonging her pleasure as long as she possible could. Finally finished she sagged down and slowly withdrew the bottle from her now relaxed pussy.
Slowly she opened her eyes and in a lust filmed daze, looked around suddenly aware of where she was and what she had been doing. Sitting at the end of the patio table legs crossed, hard wet cock throbbing as he slowly moved his hand back and forth on it was Michael her next door neighbor.
She opened her mouth to scream. He was there kissing her before her thought was complete. Finally, she gave in, gave up, relaxed into the kiss, and allowed him to take her mouth and taste the results of her climax on her tongue.
He pulled away and smiled. “Second hand you taste lovely now let’s try the source.” He pushed her legs apart and kneeling on the patio deck flicked out at her throbbing clit and pushed his tongue deep inside her quivering pussy. She tried to push him away, wanted to tell him stop. Soon she was riding the wave toward another climax and all she could think of was how good his hot wet mouth, and his long knobby tongue felt filling her up where she had been so empty.
