“I guess you don’t want to wait any longer?” he said as he played with her nipples.
“No. I don’t.” She sank to her knees and held his now rigid cock before her, studying it. He had a beautiful cock—long and straight with a well-shaped head and engorged veins on the sides. It was broad enough to fill his lover’s cunt without causing pain and certainly long enough to reach the end of her cunt. I had become a bit of a connoisseur of erect dicks since I gained access to Larry’s porn collection. I found them fascinating in their variety and always erotic. Looking at any engorged dick made me horny, but there were dicks and there were dicks. Some were just far more attractive than others for no reason that I could articulate. And this dick, this living throbbing dick that was about to do I could only imagine what to and with his lover, was a truly great dick under my arbitrary rating system.
“I never tire of your cock,” she said. Then she sucked it into her mouth using one hand to stroke the portion of it that she could not engulf while her other hand caressed his ass, her fingers doing something between the crack of his buns I couldn’t see but could guess at. He put a hand on either side of her head, entangling his fingers in her fine silver hair. Now he was essentially fucking her face. She was salivating freely and I could her the sounds of her blowjob from my side of the fence.
I knew that I should step away and let them enjoy their supposed privacy, and the old me, the me that existed before I discovered and learned to relish Larry’s depravity, would have done just that. But that was the old me. The new me felt a surge of lust as I watched the lovers next door. Instead of stepping away I began massaging my tits through the worn T-shirt I wore and soon let one hand drop lower, to my rapidly swelling pussy lips. As I watched the lovers I silently adjusted my stance so I could more easily access my sex. My T-shirt was an impediment now. I pulled it over my head and dropped it to the deck of the pergola so I was as naked as the lovers before me. Watching the gardener fuck his lover’s face was unbelievably erotic. Better than any porn I had ever seen in Larry’s collection.
He was leaning back now staring at the sky above as his partner continued to suck on his cock. I could hear the sounds of her sloppy wet cocksucking. For a moment or two I closed my eyes and focused just on the sounds. When I reopened my eyes the couple was turned sideways to me so that I could see his delicious cock as she pulled back on each stroke. It gleamed in the bright sunlight.
I slid one finger and then two into my now steaming cunt, but I kept away from my clit. I didn’t want to cum to quickly. The show my neighbors were putting on was just too erotic to waste. My hand not in use to finger fuck myself was busily mauling my tits.
I thought she was going to suck him to climax but eventually she pulled back, still stroking his prick with a twisting motion of one hand. He looked down at her and said, “Your turn, Sofia.”
So now I knew my neighbors names—Carlos and Sofia. I had lived here for several years and never met them. Their house was behind mine and faced on a different street, and the hedge of overgrown shrubbery that had existed between us had prevented me from ever giving any thought to who lived behind me. At the moment, I really didn’t care about their names. Later it would matter.
Sofia released Carlos’s prick and dropped to a position seated on her haunches. She was looking up at him. His prick, which was standing straight out from his balls, glistened with Sofia’s saliva.
“Do you want this?” Carlos asked grasping his erect cock and aiming it at her.
Sofia lay back, extending and spreading her legs as she reclined. “Not yet,” she said. “I want you to eat me now.” As she spoke she pulled her knees up and let her legs fall wantonly apart giving Carlos, and me, an unfettered view of her pussy. She was unshaven, but her pubic hair was so thin as to be almost non-existent. Like the hair on her head it was fine and silver. “I want you to make me cum with that nasty tongue of yours. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon, and I’m so hot I’m ready to explode. We can fuck when we’re done, but now do it this way.” She reached down and spread her pussy lips apart for him as she spoke.
Carlos sank to his knees and spent a little time just staring at her. His prick bobbed as he sunk down. He stretched out between her legs with his face in the V at the top of her thighs and went to work. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. Just the back of his head moving up and down as he obviously massaged her pussy and clit with his tongue. Sofia on the other hand was more visible. She was tossing her head back and forth, using her hands to play with her tiny tits and occasionally to push the long strands of her silver hair from her face. She apparently wasn’t concerned about what the neighbors might hear. She was groaning and crying out regularly as her husband (lover?) ate her. I now had three fingers in my cunt and was fucking myself at a furious pace. I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs.
Within a minute or two Sofia arched her back pushing her hips toward Carlos. She pulled her hands from her nipples and grabbed Carlos’s head to force him against her clit. She was groaning continuously and bucking her hips into Carlos’s face. She came, screaming loudly.
I was hanging on the ragged edge of a climax, but I pulled my fingers out completely to watch what they did next. As she came down from her climax she collapsed on to her back, her legs extended on either side of Carlos who was on his knees above her. “Now. Do it now!” she whispered harshly. I really read her lips more than heard her.
Carlos moved on his knees until he was leaning forward over her, his weight on his hands and his prick poised to penetrate her. He shifted his weight so one hand was free to hold his dick. It looked as though he was using it to stroke the outside of her sex. I could imagine how that must feel as he stroked the head of his dick up and down between her slippery swollen vulva and brushed her erect clit with each stroke.
“Enough Carlos! Enough. I want you to fuck me. Stop teasing me and put that hard cock of yours in my cunt.”
He stopped his stroking motions and flexed his hips a bit, slowly but with enough force to penetrate her entrance. She winced a bit, still tight from her climax of a few minutes ago. Then it became a smile as he slid slowly into her. She said something in Spanish I didn’t understand, followed by more in English, “Oh fuck, your cock feels so good. How long has it been?, Fuck me, Carlos, fuck me!”
Now his hips were settled against her, his cock fully impaling her. He laughed at her question. “You shameless slut,” he said. “It’s only been two days. We fucked when I came to work on the yard on Tuesday. Have you forgotten? You screamed like a banshee when you climaxed.”
So he was her lover—not a husband! Somehow that made what I was watching even more exciting. Did she have a husband? Where was he? Did he know his wife was fucking the gardener? Did he care? Was he watching like me? That last thought was an especially nasty one.
They lay quietly for a long time, or it seemed a long time to me, whispering to each other. Not fucking actively, just whispering, obscenities I was sure, as his beautiful prick filled her cunt.
I had stopped fingering myself when they had begun to fuck. Now I was just watching. The sexual tension filled my body, but I didn’t want to dissipate it by bringing on my orgasm. I just wanted to stand there, peering through the bushes, a voyeur filled with a combination of lust and guilt so overwhelming as to paralyze me. I couldn’t bring myself to leave and I couldn’t make myself cum either. If I let myself cum I would lose my illicit need to secretly watch them. I continued to watch, as fascinated by my own emotions as I was by the scene before me.
After a long delay, I saw her twist her head to the side. It appeared that she bit his ear—not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to hurt. “Ouch. You bitch! That hurt.” She was smiling. He rose up on his arms and rolled them both to one side long enough to allow himself to slap her hard on her right cheek. The noise of the slap was quickly followed by her yelp. He rolled back so he was supporting his upper body with his arms again and he began to fuck her. He wasn’t holding back he was pumping hard. She had wrapped her feet around his back and was crying out with each of his strokes.
“Is that what you wanted you bitch?” he demanded as he fucked her.
“Yes,” she responded with a hiss.
“You could have just asked. You didn’t have to bite me.”
“Then you wouldn’t have slapped me,” she said.
He rolled to the side again and slapped her hard on her exposed buttock. She screamed each time. Then they returned to fucking.
They went at it for a good deal of time, she on her back with her legs wrapped around him and he holding himself on his arms as he pounded her cunt. There was sweat dripping from his brow onto her tits. She was using it like a lube as she rubbed her nipples. A stream of filthy invective came from each of them as they fucked. She climaxed again, not with the force she had earlier, but still a climax that caused him to pause.
“Have you had enough yet, Sofia?” he asked. His tone was soft. The harsh invective of their earlier rutting dropped, as she gasped and panted beneath him.
“I want to ride you,” she said. “Lie on your back.”
He rose up pulling his cock from her still grasping cunt and then lay on his back next to her. His erect cock covered with her gleaming pussy juices stood straight out from his abdomen.
Sofia sat up and then swung a leg over Carlos. But instead of facing him, she was facing me, her back to him. That’s when I realized she must know I was watching them. Why else would she mount him so she was facing me rather than her lover? I almost turned and fled, but I couldn’t. Watching my neighbors fuck in their back yard on a sunny afternoon was too erotic to abandon, even if they knew I was there. I watched fascinated as she used her hand to guide his rigid prick into her pussy. Then she sunk slowly down on to him until he reached his limit, his balls pressed against her. She and I briefly made eye contact. She smiled a smile that said, I know you’re watching and I love it. I tried to pertend I hadn’t seen it, that the confirming eye contact hadn’t happened, but it had and I couldn’t deny it even to just myself.
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