Apples For My Neighbour

This story is Part 4 of Apples for My Neighbour.

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If you have read the previous three episodes, you will know that neighbours Bob and Jenny have begun a red hot relationship over a request to pick some cooking apples. If you have not read these chapters yet, then hurry back and do that. Just make sure you turn off your central heating first -- you won't need it!

Last Tuesday, mid-morning, I got a text from Bob next door. We were both working from home.

"Where would you like my tongue right now?"

Immediately I felt a flow of sex juice flood my pussy.

"Right now - in my mouth..."

Sliding between your teeth...

Slithering over my tongue...

Our hot lips perfectly matched...

Our nostrils steaming...

My hands on your head...

My fingers through your hair...

Our eyes closed in delirium...

Your mouth sucking me in...

Oh babe, now I'm running a line along your lower lip, I'm sucking you...

My mouth is so hungry for you...

You're so hot!

You're driving me wild. I can't help grinding against you...

Your breasts are so warm and soft...

I can feel your cock getting hard...

I want you... I want you bad...

If only you were right inside me...

I'm reaching for the hem of your skirt...

I'm holding your hips, pressing my pussy into you...

My hand glides up your bare leg...

My tongue drinking from your mouth...

Over your bare bum...

I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt - just for you...

Are you wearing anything there now?

In the real world?

Yes

Not any more...

My fingers brush your warm, soft curls...

A small wave of joy goes through me as your knuckle moves along my crack...

Digging into the warmth...

And right now my finger is doing just the same...

And then I push the ball of my thumb up, and over your clit...

Mmm... babe... the ripples are rising through me

I feel you breathe in, and move my thumb back and forth...

I have to push your shorts down...

My finger is feeling hot and damp from your flowing estuary...

I need your cock badly...

You push my shorts down, and I make them drop to the floor...

My hand is around your thick cock, and I start pumping...

I slip my finger inside you, as you gush over me...

Your meat is so strong in my hand...

I curl my finger round to press on your sensitive place...

Your touch is making me writhe...

I'm excited by your response...

Your breath is hot against my face...

I can hear your heart thudding as my hand squeezes your mound...

I love the length of your shaft - I wish I could have you inside me...

I must feel your lovely breasts...

My nipples are on fire...

With my other hand, I undo the buttons of your shirt...

I reach down to cup your balls...

One, two, three, four buttons and your shirt falls open...

My fingers cradling your balls, your soft hair, massaging...

My hand is in the small of you back, moving up to unclip your bra...

I want to take you in my mouth so badly...

I push your bra up at the front...

My tits hang free, and your hand is holding one...

I feel so ready...

You know, right now I'm touching myself, imagining your touch on me...

Right now, babe, my cock is rock hard and standing up -- the lightest stroke is setting me on fire!

Your thumbs on my nipple and clit join them together like a completed circuit...

Your hand is going up and down on my cock so urgently...

I'm going to take you there babe...

Any second now I'm going to cum...

Me too...

I'm groaning so loud as I cum...

I dig my nails into your shoulder as I scream out...

You manage to pull my foreskin up and catch most of my cream, though its bulging and you can barely hold it in...

In a moment I will swallow it, but I'm still catching my breath...

I move my hand back from your soaking pussy to offer some relief...

My skirt falls back into place and I go to my knees...

I feel your face near my cock...

I love the smell of your parts...

I adore the anticipation of your mouth around my head...

I scoop you into my mouth, letting go of your foreskin...

It peels back...

And your warm yolk tumbles into my mouth...

I can feel your tongue licking me clean...

Drinking down every last drop...

Babe...

"Bob," I texted, "did you actually cum?"

"I did actually!" he replied with several smileys. "And you?"

"I couldn't help it. I just had to be touching myself - it was hard to stop every time I had to text!"

"Are you free in about an hour? I've got potential gap in my work - could be a lunch break..."

"I can do it in an hour and a half..."

"What am I going to do with that spare half hour?" he texted. "I'm going to be so horny for you."

"You'd better make sure you're in good shape then," I wrote.

******

An hour and a half later there was a knock on the door.

I was ready and waiting. Bob stepped inside. "Hello," he said. And as I shut the door, "I want to fuck you so bad!" just hearing thee words sent a pleasurable shudder through my entire being.

He was wearing his "easy access" shorts - baggy, to give access from below; and elasticated, to give access from above and simple removal. I could see he was already aroused, and I guessed he had no underwear on - as did I. I was wearing the calf length cotton skirt I know he liked, and a t-shirt with no bra. His eyes were immediately drawn to my nipples as he took me in his arms. I knew by now, how he loved my tits. I wondered how long he'd be able to hold off shooting his load.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed, richly drinking from each other's mouths. Our tongues were flowing over their dance partners, then drawing back to taste the other's lips. His hand went straight to my breast, tracing my shape through my t-shirt, and flicking his thumb over my already taut nipple. I could hear him growling through his kisses.

He dipped his head to kiss my neck and shoulder. His hands reached down to push my t-shirt up, running them up my sides, and stretching out the front to clear my tits. I pulled it off over my head as he stooped hungrily to cover my breasts with his hot mouth. I felt his tongue licking, his lips sucking, his hands cupping and caressing as I cradled his head in my arms.

"Mmmm, Babe, your fruit... "

I wanted to get my hands on his own fruit but I had to wait, try to sit back and enjoy. He turned us both around so that my back was against the wall. He knelt down and went under my skirt. I felt his hunger on my thighs, and his hand sliding up between my legs. I set my feet further apart and two, then three fingers were pushing up inside me, fanning out. I wanted more!

His other hand was behind my waist, pulling me into his face. His nose was nuzzling at my mound, and I heard him breathe in deeply of my feline scent. He groaned, and covered my clit, lapping over me. Bob wasn't one who tried every which way to stimulate a woman. He went straight for what worked and kept at it. I could feel myself rising from his first touch, and I held his head in place as he worked his magic.

And yet I also wanted to wait. I wanted to cum with him inside me. I pulled him back up and our mouths locked again. I took hold of his cock - that lovely, thick, eight-inch muscle, feeling the blood coursing through his veins, sliding back his foreskin and then getting him harder and harder with my hand as I followed his natural bend. I felt below to squeeze his balls - they always give me a special surge of excitement -- pressing and kneading them into one powerful arsenal. His glans was full and shiny. I could go down on him very happily right now.

"Are you ready to fuck?" he said.

"Here and now?"

"Right here and now," he said.

I had never done it before up against a wall. I would have to let my instinct lead.

" I think so," I nodded.

"After three, you go up. One, two three..."

He lifted me up, under my arms and I immediately wrapped my legs around him, trying to perch on his hips. He moved his hands under my bum and we had got to stage one of the operation. Then I lifted up my skirt and reached between us for his desperate cock.

Between us we angled it at my waiting cunt. He pushed in a little way, came back, wriggled deliciously, and brought one hand back round to part my engorged labia further, while I hung onto his neck. Every touch was shooting sparks though my body.

Then he was in, pushing deep inside as I flattened my back against the wall. We were completely stable now, and he slowed down a little. His lovely cock was making circles inside me, pulling my walls and pushing my lips, grinding against my clit, creating a vortex of desire. I dug my fingernails into his back, sucking on the front of his shoulder. I knew that with every move he was taking himself closer to the edge.

"More, babe! Give me more!" I urged.

He pushed in further along my dark, wet, canal, filling me completely. I don't think I've ever known a cock so far inside me and so fully expanding me. He started up a slow and steady rhythm, in and out, driving my sides apart like a plough, and speeding up bit by bit as the movement became easier.

He was holding his breath, feeling himself under tension. His breathing was getting heavy, and sometimes he would groan. I was sure he was going to cum any moment. He kept up the pace, pressing me against the wall, holding me, as I clung on to him. With every thrust he lifted me higher -- I was teetering on the cusp of cumming. Then I felt his knees buckle for a moment - it must have been a "nearly there". I tried to reach down to rub my clit, trying to make us cum at the same time. Then I felt him shake. He groaned as if in pain, but I knew it was ecstasy. His thick cock pulsed inside me, firing round after round of hot spunk.

He couldn't hold me any longer. His strength was completely gone. I slid down the wall and he curled up underneath me, slipping out, still long and hard, rocking backward to sit on my bottom step. I lay myself down on my side on the cool tiled floor, keeping my skirt hitched up around my waist while our combined juices leaked out of my steaming cunt. My labia was thick and deliciously tender. My clit was still twitching, wanting, hungry to finish her meal.

"You still need to cum, don't you," he said.

"Yes, but it's okay," I replied.

He clambered off the step and crawled between my legs, on his side. His hands went under my thighs and up my sides. He laid his head on me and started to lap at my clit. I couldn't move. I had to put my arm up as a headrest on the hard floor. I could only give in to the moment and let him take me there.

His lips were covering my clit, sucking her, pulling her forward to into his mouth. The tip of his tongue was flickering back and forth over her and the vibrations were fluttering through my pelvis. Then he hummed against me, and I knew his hunger was building back again. I sighed and moaned in response, my body squirming and opening up for him. He knew he was in the final straight, so moved his tongue up and down in determined rhythm over my clit. I knew this was the final ascent. I pawed at his head with my free hand. His lapping was relentless, driving me, pulling me, higher and higher.

"Bob!" I cried as I came. "Fuck!"

He pulled away as I gulped in the air I needed to recover from such an orgasm. But he was hard again now, and hungry. He moved himself up, so that his cock was poised again at my entrance.

"More?" he asked.

I turned onto my back and opened my legs wide, reaching down to part my full lips and welcome him inside. His cock filled me up all the way in one move. His chest was bearing down on my tits and his hot breath was on my shoulder. He pulled out, then pushed in again as I lifted my floor up to suck him back in.

Over and over he moved. Having cum just minutes before, he had more staying power this time. He was pounding me, and my whole body felt like it was going to explode again. I wanted to scream, "more... more..." as I felt myself climaxing again. Then, just as I was peaking, he bellowed several times as his cock spasmed again inside me.

We flopped back, me on the floor, him on me, our chests rising and falling heavily against each other. There was a knock on the front door, and a bundle of letters came through the letter box. We looked at each other, barely stifling our giggles.

"Bet he'll have a hard-on for the rest of his round," said Bob.

I sighed. "I feel like I've cum a dozen times. Thankyou."

"Thank you," he said.

"I need a shower."

"Me too." He looked at his watch. "Shit! I've got a call in twenty minutes. Better get back!"

He stood up and pulled his shorts back on while I watched him, smiling.

"Maybe we should have an actual date," he said.

"Oh, you traditionalist!" I teased. "Text me later."

He nipped out of the front door and I euphorically gathered up my bits and went for a shower.