Helping the Neighbor

"John, can you come over and help me move a few of these boxes?" It was my 70 year old neighbor Carol. After 50 years at the same address she was moving to a retirement community. Her daughters had been trying to get her to give in and move out of the 3 bedroom home for several years. The girls had been young when her husband was killed by a drunk driver. The insurance paid for the house and she had good work as an accountant so she had stayed put and raised them on her own.

My wife and I had been Carol's neighbors for 20 years and had managed to raise our kids and send them into the world as well. We were sad to see Carol leave as we had a great relationship over the years but it was just time for change.

I pulled on my boots and walked over across the lawn. Her yorkie announced my presence long before I actually made it to the door. When she opened the door, She was in the loose shorts and baggy t-shirt that were her normal day to day attire. I noticed as I often did that her large sagging breast were unrestrained by a bra and her prominent nipples were clearly outlined in the light weight knit.

She was about 5 foot 7 with long hair she kept dyed dark brown. She had a given amount of extra weight around the midsection and hips and a nice wide round ass that swayed in front of me as she led me to the back of the house to the bedroom where her bed was piled with boxes. I don't think I would have described her as the sexy granny type but there was nothing to keep her from being noticed either.

We started to ferry the boxes from the bedroom out to the garage so her girls could pick them up later. One by one the pile diminished until we had just two left. As we hoisted them up I heard the tape give way and tried to keep the contents of my box from spilling round my feet but the avalanche had already started. Carol, encumbered by her box, was already on the way out the door.

I flipped the now empty box over and resealed it with the tape roller and knelt down to start repacking it. To say I was surprised would be a bit light as the first thing I picked up was an 8 inch dildo. Looking from the dong to the floor I realized the box had been principally filled with photo boxes and several that had spilled in the drop were showing me full color images of my neighbor in various states of either pleasuring herself or being fucked.

The prints had a certain amount of age to them and in the pile I began to note several other rather interesting toys when she came back into the bedroom to find me holding her rubber dick in one hand, with some of her pictures in the other and a growing bulge beginning to tent my jeans.

Her hands flew to her mouth. She turned a deep shade of red as she realized what had happened and what all I had seen. She quickly sank to her hands and knees in front of me tears of embarrassment and shame dripping down her face. Her hands moving quickly she started to attempt to shove everything back into the repaired box. All the time saying "Oh God I am sorry, I'm so sorry" As she reached over to try and put a pair of leather cuffs into the box she seemed to realize that just shoving it all in was not going to work and just sagged. Her hair draped down in front of her tear streaked face as she sat back on her heels. Keeping her eyes downcast she whimpered, "Oh God, you must think I'm some awful tramp."

Looking at her there on her knees in front of me, the cuffs still held loosely in her hand, I felt I should do something to try and make her feel better. Looking at her her t-shirt was damp with tears but the prominent nipples that were merely outlined before were now hard as rocks and pushing hard against the fabric. I also saw that though her eyes were downcast, when she would glance up towards me they would linger on my crotch and my ever increasing erection.

A warm flush of lust warmed my own skin, "Carol, We've known each other for a long time. We can either put this stuff away and pretend this didn't happen..." She looked down from my crotch and back to the cuffs in her hand, "or not. The choice is yours. I will accept whichever you choose and act accordingly."

The silence was deafening.She stayed very still for a few moments and then slowly placed the cuffs in front of me. She then reached down and stripped off her t-shirt and sat more up right on her knees. Placing her hands behind her back she kept her eyes on the cuffs in front of me. "I have been a wanton tramp. A dirty slut who did not take care to keep her toys put away. Would you punish me sir?"

I was at a complete loss. I had expected her to take the offer to pretend the box had never happened. Fresh tears began dripping from her eyes and down her face as I watched her trying to decide what my next move should be.

As I stood with the cuffs in my hand she began begging. "Please sir, don't leave. You can use me. Anyway you want. You can spank me or clamp my nipples. You can fuck my ass or cum all over my face. Please, please punish me and use me. Please." I reached to the back of her head and grabbed her hair forcing her face upward to look at me. She groaned in a primal way and whispered, "Oh god yes, it's been too long since I was used."

Using her hair as a handle I pulled her up to her feet and led her to the foot of her bed. Looping the cuffs through the rail I secured her hands to the footboard forcing her to hold onto it bent over. Without any ceremony I pulled down her shorts leaving her cotton panties in place. I then reached between her legs and copper her pussy with my hand while taking one of her hard nipples and pinching it with the other. Pulling on her teat as I softly spanked her cunt.

This feels very warm but I don't think it's wet enough for me to use yet.." I said as I slipped a little harder at her mound. " I want you soaking through these pantied if you want that cunt filled slut."

She shifted her weight as she tried to grind her crotch into my hand. I stepped away as she did, causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. "Please sir, I'll get more wet I promise. It's just been so long, I'll soak them soon I promise."

Looking back at me over her shoulder I could still see tears streaking her face with the makeup she had put on this morning. Now though I could see that in those tears there was a look of pure wanton lust. Her eyes widened as I slipped my belt off. The leather hissing as it passed the seven denim loops. I doubled it in my hand and showed it to her. She nodded still mouthing and whimpering "please, please, of god please"

I brought the belt down square across her broad as. She screamed and cried out for me to keep going, she wanted her ass strapped hard. After 6 or seven strokes she stopped begging and her breath was ragged. I could see standing behind her that her panties were completely soaked through and her juices were dripping down the insides of her thighs.

I picked up the dildo from where it had been dropped earlier and pulled the sopping fabric aside. Without ceremony or any sense of gentleness I shoved the artificial cock deep in her cunt. I began pushing his hard and fast in and out of her, fucking her with her toy determined to push her over the edge. My other hand I used on her tits, slapping and pinching as they flopped beneath her.

I could feel her cum hard. Her pussy clenching on the rubber dong. I kept going, feeling her lust and listening to her wailing like a cat in heat. After I was sure I had made her climax a second time I pulled the fabric of her panties back behind the dildo to hold it in place. I dropped my pants and sat beside her hands on the foot rail. Without waiting for instruction she dove upon my cock, swallowing it to the hilt after three short strokes.

She was a really great cock sucker, I sat there for several minutes letting her service me. And then I grabbed my belt once again and reaching over her back began to whip her ass again. I could tell whenever the belt would hit the end of the dildo in her cunt as she would groan deep in her throat, the vibrations massaging my dick in her mouth.

Finally I dropped the belt and grabbed her by the hair to pull her off my dick. I unhooked the cuffs from each other and directed her to lay face down on the bed with her hands under her to keep the dildo in her cunt.

Pulling her panties off I smeared the soaking slimy things on the length of my dick as I crawled up behind her and in between her legs. I smiled as I could see her hands working the dong in and out and automatically continuing to fuck herself. She knew what she was doing, no doubt about that. Lining up the head of my dick I timed it to penetrate her ass as she was withdrawing the toy.

The cry she let out was primal. As wanton as any whore could ever try to match. She thrust harder and faster at her cunt and I began to fuck her ass in earnest. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders from behind I soon had her pinned against me from behind just as my body weight held her to the bed. So holding her captive in a loose choke hold I drove into her with complete abandon. I felt her body stiffen as another orgasm began to carry her on its wave and my own release followed suit as her rectum clamped down on my cock.

For some time we lay there panting and sweating on the bed. I felt my dick slip from her as it softened and carefully disengaged my body from hers. Without a word she rose and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower and as I did not seem to have an invitation to join her proceeded to wash myself and the toy in the sink.

We dressed and repacked the box which she marked with a large "X". The only acknowledgment of what had happened was just after I set the box down with the otters in the garage. "Thank you John. I didn't know just how much I needed your help." With a pause she said with emphasis, "All of your help. I am going to miss having you as a neighbor."

About 15 minutes later her daughters arrived. We were in the kitchen drinking iced tea. As she entered Caycee, the youngest, looked at me for a moment and seemed about to say something and then shook her head.

After some small talk I helped them load the boxes into the pick up trucks and waved goodbye. I was left in a bit of a euphoric daze as I went about the rest of my day. I was so turned on by the memory of the encounter that I fucked my wife voraciously for the several days. The Friday after I was just getting home from work and she was getting ready for a weekend trip with one of her friends.

As she packed she joked that her pussy could use a short vacation after this week. She smiled as I helped her load the car and kissed her goodbye, "Oh Carol called earlier, she was wondering if you would be willing to help her unpack some boxes tomorrow morning."