Being Neighborly

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Authors: Suzy Ayers
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no panties on, but
did as requested.
    John cleared his throat, as her nakedness
was revealed. He sat on a chair opposite; unbuttoned and unzipped
his shorts. He pulled himself out, now completely erect and
weeping.
    Connie watched him fist his cock and smiled.
Wetness seeped between her thighs seeing that he’d been aroused by
her.
    “Your shirt.” Hank pulled her attention back
to him.
    Connie obeyed, standing there completely
naked, before both of these men. Men she didn’t know.
    “Do you know why you are being punished?”
Hank asked.
    “No,” Connie spoke shyly.
    “For teasing us so blatantly. Now come
here!” Hank demanded.
    Connie lowered herself between Hank’s legs;
which was new for her. He cinched her so she had no room to move
her legs. One of his hands grazed her breast; then the other. The
sensations sent her reeling. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in quite
some time. His calloused hand scratched along her skin and all the
tiny hairs along her body flew to attention. He moved along the
contours of her curves. His other hand circled her bottom, each
cheek separately; barely touching her body. His right hand held her
lower back and his left lined up for a spank.
    Connie watched, as John began to whack off,
his eyes glued to her. She panted in anticipation, clutching Hank’s
leg. And when his hand finally did smack against her skin, she let
out a soft cry. Finally, a man that knows how to spank.
    “I don’t hear you counting.”
    Shit. She swallowed the saliva that
pooled in her mouth. “One!” Who is this man? Tears of
pleasure rimmed her eyes. “Two…three,” he alternated between her
cheeks. The blows were forceful. “Four…five,” It had been far too
long. “Six!” she screamed.
    “I think that’s enough.” He rubbed the
sensitive red stings that splotched across her flesh.
    “Yes, sir. I mean, Hank.” She corrected
herself quickly. She’d role played with her ex, but had never been
a submissive.
    He let out a long drawn-out laugh. “Go
finish John over there, while I grab a condom.” He helped her
stand.
    John seemed lost in the moment, close to the
inevitable. “John,” Connie whispered. “Do you want to come on me?”
She knelt before him.
    He groaned at the mere thought of it, and
bent his leg down to do just that.
    “Come on her face, not her tits.” Hank’s
voice interrupted, announcing he was behind her. He moved the tiny
rectangular coffee table and helped to settle her on it.
    John stood to do just that, however, Hanks
voice seemed to have prolonged his jerking.
    Hank pressed inside Connie’s tight cunt from
behind.
    “Oh-my-go—d!” Connie spluttered out from the
intrusion. Although she was ready for him, she was not ready for
his girth, his size.
    His slow, long thrusts had her fingers
curled around the edge of the coffee table. Unaware of John’s
pending orgasm, her mouth was open, as she gasped and cried in
pleasure.
    Hot shots of John’s come first landed on her
eyelid, next on her upper lip and as it dribbled inside, more of
the hot seed shot inside. She made sure to keep her mouth open
until his orgasm ceased. Her tongue rolled up to capture the salty
come from her upper lip, grinning with her eyes still closed as she
did it.
    A warm wet cloth wiped her face, as Hank
continued to plow her from behind. Her eyes blinked open. “John,
rub my clit,” she pleaded, as she peered up at him.
    He knelt down in front of her. His fingers
formed a V, slid down and pushed up on her pubic bone; heightening
her pleasure, as the very tip of his thumb ever-so-lightly grazed
her nub once in awhile. “Please, oh please,” she begged for
more.
    Hank moaned and John pinched his two fingers
together lightly; rubbing on her clit.
    “Oh…my…” She had no more words, as her
orgasm took over her body. She shook the table as the sensitivity
became too much.
    John relented a little, but continued to
slowly pinch and release with his two fingers, prolonging her
climax.

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