Deep Swallowing - Doing Her Hot Older Neighbor - Part 2
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Without encouragement, he opened his zipper and pulled out his throbbing prick.
He grabbed the back of my head. He eased it down into his lap. Finally noticing my lack of enthusiasm, he acted all disappointed and put on his best version of a seductive voice. "I bet a hottie like you knows what to do with all this hard meat..."
I closed my eyes. The smell of his crotch filled my nostrils. s**t, there was something about his masculine, musky scent down there that always got to me. I felt my pulse quickening.
When I flicked my tongue out to tease his cockhead, I started to get really aroused. I loved to fill my mouth with a guy's c**k, knowing how the feeling drove him out of his mind with desire.
He laid back and relaxed a bit. "Yeah, that's it," I coaxed, "Stuff my mouth with that c**k!" My lips completely enclosed his pulsating d**k.
I could feel my heart racing even faster. I was totally getting into it. I bobbed my head up and down like a jack-in-the-box.
My boyfriend threw his head back. He moaned with pleasure. "Oh, Brittany, I must have got you so turned on tonight. This is the best blowjob I've ever had."
I smiled as my cheeks bulged with his thrusting d**k. That's when I realized that I wasn't thinking about my hot jock boyfriend as his c**k furiously slipped in and out of my mouth. I was actually thinking about my new neighbor and his heaving hairy chest!
I pictured the guy across the street moving those boxes. Imagining what that older man packed inside his jeans below the waist sent a surge of excitement through my body.
My boyfriend grabbed the back of my head harder. He shoved me down deeper onto his c**k. I didn't mind because now I imagined servicing my neighbor like that.
He started swaying his hips and ramming the back of my throat. In my thoughts, he was the more experienced man teaching me how to give a proper blowjob.
That sent my mind into a spin. I felt like I was buzzed or something. I suddenly swallowed his c**k so hard and so deep that I started to choke on it. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel that thick cockhead explode inside me.
Based on the way he pounded my throat, my boyfriend was on board with that idea! "Oh, yeah, Brittany, suck my c**k, baby." I grabbed his balls and stuffed them into my mouth too. His legs tightened around the sides of my face. He pulled my hair as he screamed, "Take it all, take it, you dirty little b***h!"
"Mmmm. Urrrg," I gurgled as he mercilessly drove his prick into me.
"You're gonna make me... Blow this load..." he groaned.
Hearing those words made my tongue whip around his c**k even faster. I sucked as hard as I could. My cheeks looked they would implode.
The vacuum pressure tripped his c*m reflex. I knew I'd pushed him over the edge when he yelled, "It's cumming!"
His prick erupted. He doused my throat with several squirts of c*m. "You're so f*****g good," he moaned. His thighs shook and his legs twitched as he emptied all of his seed down my throat.
Of course, when it was over, he didn't give a s**t if I got off. It was all about making his c**k feel good.
Later that night, I lay in my bed thinking about what happened. The familiar stirring had begun below my waist.
I went over the blowjob in my mind. I got wet between the legs again when I got to the part about imagining that sexy neighbor DILF exploding inside of me. I could just imagine him filling my mouth with c*m instead of my college jock boyfriend.
I had to go look out the window. A light shone in an upstairs room in the new neighbor's house.
"I bet his wife is on her knees sucking down his juices and pleasuring him all night long. Lucky b***h," I muttered to myself and went back to my bed to think about him some more.
I naturally reached down into my panties. I imagined having the new neighbor in my bedroom with me right then and there. I would start by kneading his basket while he felt me up. Then we would lay down side by side and remove each other's clothes.
When I felt that hairy chest rubbing all over my t**s, I would want him to take matters into his own hands and take over. He would roll me on my back and jerk his d**k and make it squirt all over my boobs.
Then he would want to rub his c*m into my n*****s and get them all hard and excited.
I started spitting on my hand for extra lube. My fingers disappeared between my legs while I thought of him. Just like earlier, it got to be too much for me and I couldn't control my own thoughts.
The hot older neighbor...kissing my mouth...
"Your lips taste like sweet strawberries," he'd say.
Fondling my breasts...
"Let me slide my c**k between them," he'd beg.
On top of me...
"Let me hold you and take care of you," he'd whisper.
Pumping his engorged prick in my mouth...
"Take my c**k. That's it, all of it, all the way," he'd coax.
Pounding my tight pussy...
"You hot little b***h! So tight! So sexy! Let me fill you up, make you mine," he'd say
He'd make me feel wanted, needed, and appreciated as only an older, experienced man could.
My hips undulated, drawing my fingers inside faster and faster. My muscles tensed. I couldn't stand it any more.
I had to relieve that internal pressure. My whole body shook and convulsed.
My body let loose all over my hand. I pulled my fingers out and found them coated. I could smell my own juices.
If my orgasm were this good just imagining being f****d by the neighbor, what would it be like when it really happened?
* * *
The next day, I went outside again under the pretense of working in my mother's flower garden. I would have looked silly to anyone who had bothered to pay close attention to my puttering around out there. It's not like a bunch of weeds had sprung up overnight. I essentially accomplished nothing other than observing the older hunk from various angles.
I didn't see his wife anywhere. He moved more boxes from his van by himself. His faded cut-off jean shorts revealed muscular hairy legs that matched the dark hair on his chest.
My mind tried to focus on finding a way to start a conversation with him. Duh! The solution presented itself - literally in the palm of my hand. Flowers!
I snipped an assortment of pretty flowers in full bloom. I cut them from the back of the plants as much as possible hoping my mother wouldn't notice later when she got home from work.
A car passed by. Then I casually walked across the street acting all cool. I waited for him to come back out of the house.
The sun had warmed the metal on his van – a fact I discovered when I leaned against it trying to look relaxed. I held the floral bunch in one hand and shoved my other hand in my pocket. I could almost feel my panties getting wet just at the thought of being so close to this guy.
He emerged from the house. His face showed the surprise at seeing me leaning against his van. "Hi there," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. He had huge, real masculine hands and knuckles.
My more delicate fingers melted away in his firm and powerful grip. My boyfriend or any of the frat boys I knew from school would have stupidly squeezed my fingers until they hurt. That's the kind of clods they were.
Despite his obvious strength, my neighbor tenderly lifted my hand to his mouth. He bent his head down and gingerly swept his lips across the back of my hand like a true, refined gentleman.
For the first time in my life, I understood the meaning of the word "swoon" that I used to come across in romance novels all the time. I wanted to drop all my clothes right there and have him ravage me on his front lawn!
As he lowered my hand, I instinctively wrapped my fingers around his. I didn't want to ever let go of our physical connection. Did he have any idea about the kinds of reactions my body produced for him?
"My name's Jason," he declared in a deep and alluring voice.
"I'm Brittany," I said in what came out as an immature girly tone, not at all like the sophisticated womanly response I had planned.
He then looked me up and down. "Brittany, is it?" he asked like he was sizing me up for something.
I nodded like an over-eager schoolgirl.
Jason stood there silently for a few seconds. I couldn't help but notice the sun bouncing off his white shirt which clung tightly to his muscled chest and revealed the thick dark hair beneath it.
"Do you have some free time this afternoon, Brittany?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so, sure," I stammered like a fool. The only thing I could have done to look any more ridiculous in his estimation was show up in pig tails. Thank goodness I'd chosen to put my long hair up and back.
"Do you need to complete your flower delivery first?" he asked.
"Huh?"
Jason's glance drifted towards the flowers dangling from my left hand which I'd completely forgotten about. "I think they're kind of wilting in this hot weather," he observed.
"Oh. These. No. I don't have to deliver them anywhere."
Jason looked at me curiously. "Then why did you cut them?"
I really wanted to slap myself. I had to do something to break the fog of stupidity that had settled in my head and started directing my tongue. What happened to the confident young woman who had very definite ideas of how her tongue would be relating to the stud standing in front of her?
Jason continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer to his question.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me today." I swallowed audibly at my next thought...wanting to tell Jason exactly which body part of his I longed to get into me at that very moment.
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