Seducing My Neighbors' Curves

The moment I saw Mrs. Carter bending over her garden in those tiny denim shorts, I knew I had to make my move. She was all golden skin and ripe curves, her tank top damp with sweat from the midday sun. I waited until her husband’s Escalade was gone, then strutted across the lawn like I owned it. "You need help with those roses?" I asked, leaning against her fence, letting my gaze slide down her bare legs. She smirked, wiping dirt from her hands. "I could use an extra pair of... hands." I didn’t waste time. In two steps, I had her pressed against the side of her house, my fingers already hooking under the waistband of her shorts. "Let me show you how a real man takes care of a woman." She gasped as I tugged the fabric down, exposing the slick heat between her thighs. No panties. Fuck yes. "I’ve watched you," I growled, sinking to my knees. "Now it’s your turn to watch me." My tongue was on her before she could answer, lapping up the taste of her desperation. Her fingers twisted in my hair, hips grinding against my mouth—no hesitation, just pure, filthy hunger. I wasn’t here to be gentle. And from the way she was moaning? She didn’t want me to be.

Her thighs clamped around my head as I buried my face deeper, working her clit with rough, relentless strokes of my tongue. She tasted like salt and arousal, her wetness dripping down my chin. “Fuck—just like that,” she panted, her back arching off the wall. I dragged two fingers through her slick folds, pushing them inside without warning. She gasped, her walls fluttering tight around my knuckles. “You’re fucking soaked,” I growled, curling my fingers against that sweet spot. “Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” Her breath hitched, nails scraping my scalp as she rode my hand. “Don’t stop—oh god, don’t fucking stop—” I added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her hard while my tongue circled her clit. Her knees shook, her moans turning ragged. She was close. I could feel it in the way her hips jerked, the way she squeezed around me, desperate for release. I pulled back just enough to watch her face as I drove her over the edge. “Come for me, Mrs. Carter.” And she did—with a sharp cry, her body tightening, pulsing around my fingers as she came hard against my mouth.

Before she'd even caught her breath, I yanked her down onto the grass, flipping her onto her stomach. Her shorts tangled around her thighs as I dragged her hips up, spreading her wide. The scent of her—musky, dripping—hit me hard. I spat against her swollen cunt, rubbing it in with my cockhead before slamming into her without warning. She screamed, back arching, taking every inch in one brutal thrust. "You wanted help with your garden?" I snarled, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Here’s your fucking fertilizer." Her body fought me at first, tight and pulsing from her orgasm, but I didn’t slow down. I pistoned into her, balls slapping against her clit, her wetness soaking my shaft with every stroke. Her moans were raw, broken—half pleasure, half protest. "Fuck—fuck, you’re splitting me—" she sobbed, fingers clawing at the grass. I leaned over her, teeth sinking into her shoulder as I drilled deeper. "Then take it." She shuddered, her walls clamping down hard. I knew she was coming again when her screams turned wordless, her body convulsing around me. I didn’t stop. Not until I felt my own release boiling up, my grip bruising her hips as I emptied myself inside her with a growl.

Her body was still trembling, clenching around my cock in slow, aftershock pulses as I stayed buried deep inside her. The heat of her was overwhelming—slick, swollen walls gripping me like a vice even as my cum leaked down her thighs. I dragged my palm over her ass, fingertips pressing into the reddened marks my grip had left. She whimpered, hips twitching when my thumb grazed her clit—still sensitive, still throbbing. Every little movement sent fresh shudders through her. “Still tight,” I muttered, rolling my hips just enough to feel her flinch. “Even after all that.” Her breath was ragged, her fingers twisting in the grass as I pulled out slowly, watching her cunt struggle to close around nothing. The sight alone had me hard again—her pussy swollen, glistening, stretched and used. I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wider. “One more,” I demanded, dragging my cock through her wetness before slamming back in. She cried out, back arching as I fucked her with slow, punishing strokes, savoring every hot inch of her. Her nails dug into my arms. “I—I can’t—” “You can.” I pinned her wrists, driving deeper. “And you fucking will.” She came with a sob, her body clamping down like a vise, milking me until I spilled inside her again.

Her thighs trembled violently as I pulled out again, her cunt a ruined, dripping mess—smeared with cum, swollen from overuse. I dragged two fingers through the slick mess, shoving them into her mouth. She gagged but sucked weakly, eyes glazed, tongue lapping at my knuckles. "Look at you," I growled, squeezing her throat lightly. "Can't even fucking speak." She whimpered around my fingers, her hips jerking in tiny involuntary circles—still chasing the friction, even now. The needy little motions had my cock twitching, still half-hard against her thigh. I flipped her onto her hands and knees again, ignoring her exhausted gasp as I lined myself up. The head of my cock caught on her stretched entrance, her body resisting for just a second before giving way. I bottomed out with a grunt, her walls fluttering weakly around me. "One. Last. Time." I punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, my grip on her hips sure to leave bruises. She was impossibly tight, her body fighting my size even as it surrendered. Her moan was hoarse, broken. "P-please—" I didn’t give her the mercy of finishing. My release hit me like a punch to the gut, spilling deep as her exhausted body trembled beneath me. Only when I was completely spent did I pull out, watching her collapse onto the grass—limp, fucked-out, and dripping.