the-wank-vault in topic Sex Story · Edited
I'm no writer, but I did enjoy this first try. Let me know. xX
It had been a long hot summers day, spent enjoying a few Tequilas in the garden with a couple of my good girl friends.
The sun had been beating down, so we had taken delight in dancing through the sprinkler, topping up on our tans, and generally messing about as all girls do when they get together…and a little drunk!
Nevertheless, my friends had all gone back to their respective homes, and I wanted to get in a quick shower before snuggling down into my comfy bed.
I say that I wanted a quick shower, but I must’ve been in there for ages. The sun was still more-or-less in the sky when I went in, but as I returned to my bedroom it had just gone below the horizon. A warm glow of gold, oranges and reds were in the celestial sphere.
With one towel securely wrapped around me and one wrapping-up my hair, precariously balanced on my head, I flicked on the light and opened the window. Although it was dark, it was still warm enough to have the windows wide open, and the cool breeze of the evening drifted in.
I took the towel off my head and my long, wet, blonde hair cascaded down my back.
Like an impersonator of a rock-star like Axl Rose or the like, I flicked my head forward to expel some of the water before gathering it all up and rubbing it thoroughly with my towel.
It was only when I flicked my head back, my hair once again tumbling down my back, that I saw him.
Just across the access alleyway between our houses, Mark from next door was standing in his bedroom. Light on, and looking out towards me.
He was a clean-cut, handsome and generous man. A guy that one could call on for little jobs like fixing your car when you have a flat tyre, or calling a locksmith when you get home from a Hen Party at 3am and have misplaced your keys in some bar somewhere…not that it had ever happened to me!
I had once emailed him as I was having trouble with my hot water. Almost at once, he had appeared at my front door, saying “Hallo, I’m here to fix ze boiler, let me just get my big tool out.”
We had joked about what Jen, his wife, would have thought about him announcing his arrival like some third rate 1970s amateur German porn flick.
I didn’t really think too much about Mark being there in his bedroom, he was probably just working at his laptop, as is usually the case on a Sunday evening.
I put some music on and focussed on towelling my hair dry, then setting to it with my trusty Braun Satin hair-dryer which made my long locks fill out like a celebrity from the 80s.
I would definitely need some ‘product’ on it before going out in the morning!
A breath of cool air rippled down the back of my neck. My shoulders shuddered and goose-pimples rose down my arms.
I turned to the window.
Mark had been watching the whole time, like a schoolboy that had just seen his first Wonderbra billboard, entranced, watching his 23 year old neighbour of three years, wrapped in a pure white towel, flicking her hair dry, and dancing dizzily round her bedroom without a care in the world, and no idea that anyone was watching.
As I looked to Marks window, his head turned away shyly. “Shit, I’ve been caught”!
As I kept looking, he coyly laid eyes on me once again.
I felt thrilled that he was peering into my room, and I knew what he was thinking.
I could feel sparks of lust searing between our open windows, communicating silently in the hot summer nights’ air.
I had an idea.
I moved slowly to the window. Glancing out at next-doors’ driveway, I could see that both Mark and Jens’ cars were both parked-up.
I could have called to him from my window, but that could have aroused something more than a feeling of hot carnality.
Retreating into my room still wrapped in my towel, I quickly logged on to my Gmail.
“Beautiful evening tonight hey Mark? ;)”
Send.
I watched him back and almost saw the very moment that the message arrived on his screen.
Marks face closed in on his laptop screen, the white glow reflecting on his admirable, clean-cut face.
He peered up, embarressed that he had received a ‘secret’ message and almost awkwardly waved at me.
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“Umm yes, beautiful. Very hot though. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
I could tell that he was feeling rather troubled, being caught-out watching something that he felt like he shouldn’t be watching.
I sent another message.
“Mark, we both know why you were looking. If I had spotted you getting out of the shower, shrouded in nothing but a towel I’m sure that curiosity would have got the better of me.
Just make sure Jen doesn’t catch you!”
Now I was in a wicked mood, and I wanted to enjoy it.
I stepped over to my dresser, and hidden from view, dropped my towel and quickly slipped into a sexy off-white camisole top and delicate lace panties.
The sensation of lace panties on my crotch, made me glad that I insisted on a 'shaven-haven’.
When I got back to my laptop, a message was waiting.
“I’m flattered. Jen is downstairs preparing some stuff for work tomorrow. She’ll be down there for hours. I wish I could see more of you.”
“What’s that on your window Mark?” Send.
I got-up and moved to the centre of my bedroom and stood directly under the cheap paper lampshade, the 40w tungsten bulb shining down on me and my scanty ensemble.
Mark was standing closer to the window now, his face almost pressed against the glass, watching his teasing neighbour.
I started dancing, slowly, and seductively, not like before when I was drying my hair. Twisting and writhing like a well trained pole-dancer. As I raised my arms above my head, my breasts pressed against the smooth thin satin of my camilsole, the soft material suspended from my firm nipples.
I wanted to put on a show for my horny neighbour, so I wiggled my cute bum towards the window and reached down to partly pull down my panties revealing just the top of my bum crack.
Turning to face my incognito spectator, I pulled the bottom of my camilsole up and over my head. My bare breasts gleamed in the dim light and I discarded my top onto the floor.
I squeezed my boobs together and leaned forward to give Mark a great view of my cleavage, I could see that he was enjoying his secret show. His hand wandered down to an emerging bulge in his trousers, which he began to slowly massage.
I moved closer to my window, the cool air caressing my nipples, making them stand hard and proud. Gently, I pressed my breasts onto the refreshingly cool glass, goose-pimples once again developing on my skin, but this time across my naked breasts, and all the way down to my flat tummy.
The sight of my stripped-naked tits pressing up against the glass of my bedroom window made Mark look even more intensely, and I knew that I had his undivided attention.
If Jen was to walk into their bedroom right now, I don’t think Mark would even notice until he felt the smack of her palm across his face!
This exhibitionism was making me feel really sexy, the thought that I could have the absolute attention of such a handsome man even when his wife was mere metres away made my pussy start to ache.
Then, the thoughts came streaming into my consciousness.
The thoughts of having Mark tease and please my hot, trembling vagina. Would he torment my swollen clitoris with his tongue before he thrusted his big erect cock in-between my wet pussy lips?
The thought of licking his shaft up and down, progressing to pressing my soft lips around his bulging head and taking him deep into my mouth.
With my back to the window, I took hold of my soft lacy panties and bent forward, pulling them down my long legs until they reached the floor, my bottom and pussy lips made visible to my next-door voyeur.
I stepped out of my now unwanted underwear, and half-turned to take a look at what was happening the short distance away from my room.
Mark was immobile, apart from his hand which was still massaging the strong protrusion in his trousers, obviously very turned-on.
Completely naked and extremely horny I retired to my bed, taking my laptop with me.
I saw Mark as he returned from the windowsill to his laptop, as if somehow he knew what I wanted him to do.
As I lay on my bed, still in clear view through my window, I angled the built-in HD webcam towards me.
Spreading my legs, the laptop nestled happily on my duvet, I parted my damp pussy lips and began to press my middle finger into my tight hole. With my other hand, I clicked Skype.
I looked across the passage between our houses to see Mark at his laptop. Without hesitation, my call was answered.
Mark was looking intently at my pussy filling his whole screen. He watched as I penetrated my warm cunt with my finger.
His face was priceless, obviously turned-on but a little weary, he turned to look behind him to ensure that Jen wasn’t standing right behind him. We spoke not a word.
I spread my lips apart to give Mark a great view, before proceeding to push two fingers inside.
I fingered myself for about five minutes, getting wetter and wetter, my clit swelling and getting harder, before Mark acted.
Still with no words spoken between us, Mark stood-up and unzipped his trousers.
His hard cock sprang out into view. His shaft was bigger than I had first imagined, his hard head was glinting with a drop of pre-cum.
While I fingered my pussy now with three fingers, and grasped my breasts, pinching my nipples, Mark gripped the base of his large dick and waved it towards the camera of his laptop.
His veins pumping more blood to his hard cock, making it bigger and harder. I fantasised that he was pushing it into me, stretching my lips open with his thick cock.
I looked out the window and saw Mark standing in his bedroom, laptop in-front of him, his hard cock bulging in the glow from the screen. He looked over at me and smiled.
I wanted him inside me so much, I grabbed the bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila (poor substitute though it was) from my bedside table and holding my pussy wide open, inserted it into my aching hole as deep as I could.
As I kneaded my clit, Mark put his finger and thumb on the head of his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin down his shaft. His foreskin opened wide as it sunk down over his broad helmet, exposing his glistening red, almost purple head.
I pressed the bottle into me and rubbed my clit as fast as my fingers could go, Mark was now wanking his strong shaft with vigor.
I thought, “he’s bound to cum soon, but I want to taste him so much”.
I pulled the bottle from my soaking wet pussy, and returned it to my bedside table.
Giving Mark one last look at my pussy, I pushed two fingers in from each hand and pulled myself open as far as I could stretch.
Looking at the preview pane on my screen, he would have been able to see deep down inside my fevered gaping pussy.
Then, the first words that night were spoken.
“Mark, I think you need to get something from your shed”.
Before an answer came, I signed off from Skype and glanced towards my horny neighbour.
He zipped his trousers up and brushed himself down, before stepping towards the bedroom door.
I ran with excitement, stark naked, downstairs and through my kitchen, out the back door and straight into the night air.
The thrill of being outside in the nude, even if it was my own garden, was tremendous. I peered over the fence and could see Jen, busying herself in her kitchen, preparing lunches for tomorrow or something.
Mark appeared in the kitchen and was talking to her.
The summer sky was clear and the moonlight was beaming into my garden.
I crept through the darkness, feeling the fragile blades of grass crushing silently under my bare feet, and the humid summer night air on my naked body.
I reached the end of the garden and turned to see the wavering beam of torchlight approaching from next door.
My body unhindered by any clothing, shuddered - was it the gust of fresh wind against my skin, or was it excitement, apprehension of what I hoped was to come next?
“Pssst”.
Mark came towards the fence and peered over, shining his torch towards me. As the light shone over my body, Mark could see that ready for him. I was bent down on all fours, with my head pressed onto the lawn, reaching around and spreading myself apart so he could have a good view of my sodden pussy.
I reached between my legs and pushed two fingers inside, feeling for my g-spot and rubbing my clitoris with my thumb.
Mark watched for a while before he grunted with masculine hunger for my athletic young body. The torch-light was held steady on my exposed flesh, and I heard him unzip his trousers to liberate his big cock.
I stood up and faced him.
The fence was just high enough for me to see his face, but not much more. Like any garden the fence right at the rear was a bit rotten and tatty so I pulled part of the panel away, just at the right height - cock height.
I knelt down, the long grass tickling my pussy lips,reached through the newly-made glory-hole and grabbed for Marks cock. He pressed himself closer to the fence and directed my hand to his substantial shaft.
At last, I had his hot meat in my hand. I could feel the blood pumping through his big cock and I began to massage it.
I spat on my hand and smeared the impromptu lubricant down his shaft and around his bulging helmet.
My fingers caressed his strong tool from top to bottom, rubbing him in my palm, pulling his foreskin deep down over his helmet and back. Mark groaned with pleasure and I felt his cock pump stronger in my hand.
I brought my mouth closer to him, and through the fence started to lick the tip of his hard dick, sliding my tongue around his helmet.
Pouting my lips on his bell-end, I pushed him into my mouth and my tongue flicked down his long hard dick.
With the breeze and the grass caressing my pussy, I was aching to have him inside me, but I could wait, for now I would satisfy myself with my fingers which danced around my clit, in and out between my swollen lips, and slid deep into my dripping wet cunt hole.
“Cum in my mouth, on my face, on my bare tits, anywhere you like!”
He moaned with ecstasy and as I pumped his hard cock, he started to shudder.
I picked up the pace and wanked him even faster than before. He grabbed the top of the fence and moved closer to our secret glory-hole, pushing his cock further towards me.
Again, I pouted my lips and wrapped them around his tip, just then a stream of hot spunk shot from his cock into my mouth. With Mark groaning in satisfaction, I removed him from my mouth but kept wanking him. More cum shot onto my face. My naked body was hit by great streams of fresh hot spunk which landed between my tits and then meandered down my soft, smooth skin to my shaven pussy where my fingers where still infiltrating my hot, wet slit.
Eventually I was covered from head to toe in his hot semen.
I swallowed what I had managed to get into my mouth, and rubbed the rest of it into my vulnerable, bare skin.
Mark was panting still grasping the top of the fence, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. His big cock was totally spent.
I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth again and licked the remains of cum from his cock.
Just then, the back door opened and Jen called to him.
I nodded my head towards his unsuspecting wife. “Skype me some time” I said, giving him a wink.
Mark, got himself together, zipping his trousers up and wiping the sweet smelling sweat from his rough manly skin, and went back to his home.
I lay in my garden covered in warm cum and played with my pulsing clit until my pussy muscles contracted, gripping my fingers - almost ejecting them from my slippery wet hole. My legs shuddered, and a feeling of immeasurable delirium surged through my body.
I would definitely need to wash my hair in the morning!
It had been a long hot summers day, spent enjoying a few Tequilas in the garden with a couple of my good girl friends.
The sun had been beating down, so we had taken delight in dancing through the sprinkler, topping up on our tans, and generally messing about as all girls do when they get together…and a little drunk!
Nevertheless, my friends had all gone back to their respective homes, and I wanted to get in a quick shower before snuggling down into my comfy bed.
I say that I wanted a quick shower, but I must’ve been in there for ages. The sun was still more-or-less in the sky when I went in, but as I returned to my bedroom it had just gone below the horizon. A warm glow of gold, oranges and reds were in the celestial sphere.
With one towel securely wrapped around me and one wrapping-up my hair, precariously balanced on my head, I flicked on the light and opened the window. Although it was dark, it was still warm enough to have the windows wide open, and the cool breeze of the evening drifted in.
I took the towel off my head and my long, wet, blonde hair cascaded down my back.
Like an impersonator of a rock-star like Axl Rose or the like, I flicked my head forward to expel some of the water before gathering it all up and rubbing it thoroughly with my towel.
It was only when I flicked my head back, my hair once again tumbling down my back, that I saw him.
Just across the access alleyway between our houses, Mark from next door was standing in his bedroom. Light on, and looking out towards me.
He was a clean-cut, handsome and generous man. A guy that one could call on for little jobs like fixing your car when you have a flat tyre, or calling a locksmith when you get home from a Hen Party at 3am and have misplaced your keys in some bar somewhere…not that it had ever happened to me!
I had once emailed him as I was having trouble with my hot water. Almost at once, he had appeared at my front door, saying “Hallo, I’m here to fix ze boiler, let me just get my big tool out.”
We had joked about what Jen, his wife, would have thought about him announcing his arrival like some third rate 1970s amateur German porn flick.
I didn’t really think too much about Mark being there in his bedroom, he was probably just working at his laptop, as is usually the case on a Sunday evening.
I put some music on and focussed on towelling my hair dry, then setting to it with my trusty Braun Satin hair-dryer which made my long locks fill out like a celebrity from the 80s.
I would definitely need some ‘product’ on it before going out in the morning!
A breath of cool air rippled down the back of my neck. My shoulders shuddered and goose-pimples rose down my arms.
I turned to the window.
Mark had been watching the whole time, like a schoolboy that had just seen his first Wonderbra billboard, entranced, watching his 23 year old neighbour of three years, wrapped in a pure white towel, flicking her hair dry, and dancing dizzily round her bedroom without a care in the world, and no idea that anyone was watching.
As I looked to Marks window, his head turned away shyly. “Shit, I’ve been caught”!
As I kept looking, he coyly laid eyes on me once again.
I felt thrilled that he was peering into my room, and I knew what he was thinking.
I could feel sparks of lust searing between our open windows, communicating silently in the hot summer nights’ air.
I had an idea.
I moved slowly to the window. Glancing out at next-doors’ driveway, I could see that both Mark and Jens’ cars were both parked-up.
I could have called to him from my window, but that could have aroused something more than a feeling of hot carnality.
Retreating into my room still wrapped in my towel, I quickly logged on to my Gmail.
“Beautiful evening tonight hey Mark? ;)”
Send.
I watched him back and almost saw the very moment that the message arrived on his screen.
Marks face closed in on his laptop screen, the white glow reflecting on his admirable, clean-cut face.
He peered up, embarressed that he had received a ‘secret’ message and almost awkwardly waved at me.
You have 1 new message
Open.
“Umm yes, beautiful. Very hot though. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
I could tell that he was feeling rather troubled, being caught-out watching something that he felt like he shouldn’t be watching.
I sent another message.
“Mark, we both know why you were looking. If I had spotted you getting out of the shower, shrouded in nothing but a towel I’m sure that curiosity would have got the better of me.
Just make sure Jen doesn’t catch you!”
Now I was in a wicked mood, and I wanted to enjoy it.
I stepped over to my dresser, and hidden from view, dropped my towel and quickly slipped into a sexy off-white camisole top and delicate lace panties.
The sensation of lace panties on my crotch, made me glad that I insisted on a 'shaven-haven’.
When I got back to my laptop, a message was waiting.
“I’m flattered. Jen is downstairs preparing some stuff for work tomorrow. She’ll be down there for hours. I wish I could see more of you.”
“What’s that on your window Mark?” Send.
I got-up and moved to the centre of my bedroom and stood directly under the cheap paper lampshade, the 40w tungsten bulb shining down on me and my scanty ensemble.
Mark was standing closer to the window now, his face almost pressed against the glass, watching his teasing neighbour.
I started dancing, slowly, and seductively, not like before when I was drying my hair. Twisting and writhing like a well trained pole-dancer. As I raised my arms above my head, my breasts pressed against the smooth thin satin of my camilsole, the soft material suspended from my firm nipples.
I wanted to put on a show for my horny neighbour, so I wiggled my cute bum towards the window and reached down to partly pull down my panties revealing just the top of my bum crack.
Turning to face my incognito spectator, I pulled the bottom of my camilsole up and over my head. My bare breasts gleamed in the dim light and I discarded my top onto the floor.
I squeezed my boobs together and leaned forward to give Mark a great view of my cleavage, I could see that he was enjoying his secret show. His hand wandered down to an emerging bulge in his trousers, which he began to slowly massage.
I moved closer to my window, the cool air caressing my nipples, making them stand hard and proud. Gently, I pressed my breasts onto the refreshingly cool glass, goose-pimples once again developing on my skin, but this time across my naked breasts, and all the way down to my flat tummy.
The sight of my stripped-naked tits pressing up against the glass of my bedroom window made Mark look even more intensely, and I knew that I had his undivided attention.
If Jen was to walk into their bedroom right now, I don’t think Mark would even notice until he felt the smack of her palm across his face!
This exhibitionism was making me feel really sexy, the thought that I could have the absolute attention of such a handsome man even when his wife was mere metres away made my pussy start to ache.
Then, the thoughts came streaming into my consciousness.
The thoughts of having Mark tease and please my hot, trembling vagina. Would he torment my swollen clitoris with his tongue before he thrusted his big erect cock in-between my wet pussy lips?
The thought of licking his shaft up and down, progressing to pressing my soft lips around his bulging head and taking him deep into my mouth.
With my back to the window, I took hold of my soft lacy panties and bent forward, pulling them down my long legs until they reached the floor, my bottom and pussy lips made visible to my next-door voyeur.
I stepped out of my now unwanted underwear, and half-turned to take a look at what was happening the short distance away from my room.
Mark was immobile, apart from his hand which was still massaging the strong protrusion in his trousers, obviously very turned-on.
Completely naked and extremely horny I retired to my bed, taking my laptop with me.
I saw Mark as he returned from the windowsill to his laptop, as if somehow he knew what I wanted him to do.
As I lay on my bed, still in clear view through my window, I angled the built-in HD webcam towards me.
Spreading my legs, the laptop nestled happily on my duvet, I parted my damp pussy lips and began to press my middle finger into my tight hole. With my other hand, I clicked Skype.
I looked across the passage between our houses to see Mark at his laptop. Without hesitation, my call was answered.
Mark was looking intently at my pussy filling his whole screen. He watched as I penetrated my warm cunt with my finger.
His face was priceless, obviously turned-on but a little weary, he turned to look behind him to ensure that Jen wasn’t standing right behind him. We spoke not a word.
I spread my lips apart to give Mark a great view, before proceeding to push two fingers inside.
I fingered myself for about five minutes, getting wetter and wetter, my clit swelling and getting harder, before Mark acted.
Still with no words spoken between us, Mark stood-up and unzipped his trousers.
His hard cock sprang out into view. His shaft was bigger than I had first imagined, his hard head was glinting with a drop of pre-cum.
While I fingered my pussy now with three fingers, and grasped my breasts, pinching my nipples, Mark gripped the base of his large dick and waved it towards the camera of his laptop.
His veins pumping more blood to his hard cock, making it bigger and harder. I fantasised that he was pushing it into me, stretching my lips open with his thick cock.
I looked out the window and saw Mark standing in his bedroom, laptop in-front of him, his hard cock bulging in the glow from the screen. He looked over at me and smiled.
I wanted him inside me so much, I grabbed the bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila (poor substitute though it was) from my bedside table and holding my pussy wide open, inserted it into my aching hole as deep as I could.
As I kneaded my clit, Mark put his finger and thumb on the head of his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin down his shaft. His foreskin opened wide as it sunk down over his broad helmet, exposing his glistening red, almost purple head.
I pressed the bottle into me and rubbed my clit as fast as my fingers could go, Mark was now wanking his strong shaft with vigor.
I thought, “he’s bound to cum soon, but I want to taste him so much”.
I pulled the bottle from my soaking wet pussy, and returned it to my bedside table.
Giving Mark one last look at my pussy, I pushed two fingers in from each hand and pulled myself open as far as I could stretch.
Looking at the preview pane on my screen, he would have been able to see deep down inside my fevered gaping pussy.
Then, the first words that night were spoken.
“Mark, I think you need to get something from your shed”.
Before an answer came, I signed off from Skype and glanced towards my horny neighbour.
He zipped his trousers up and brushed himself down, before stepping towards the bedroom door.
I ran with excitement, stark naked, downstairs and through my kitchen, out the back door and straight into the night air.
The thrill of being outside in the nude, even if it was my own garden, was tremendous. I peered over the fence and could see Jen, busying herself in her kitchen, preparing lunches for tomorrow or something.
Mark appeared in the kitchen and was talking to her.
The summer sky was clear and the moonlight was beaming into my garden.
I crept through the darkness, feeling the fragile blades of grass crushing silently under my bare feet, and the humid summer night air on my naked body.
I reached the end of the garden and turned to see the wavering beam of torchlight approaching from next door.
My body unhindered by any clothing, shuddered - was it the gust of fresh wind against my skin, or was it excitement, apprehension of what I hoped was to come next?
“Pssst”.
Mark came towards the fence and peered over, shining his torch towards me. As the light shone over my body, Mark could see that ready for him. I was bent down on all fours, with my head pressed onto the lawn, reaching around and spreading myself apart so he could have a good view of my sodden pussy.
I reached between my legs and pushed two fingers inside, feeling for my g-spot and rubbing my clitoris with my thumb.
Mark watched for a while before he grunted with masculine hunger for my athletic young body. The torch-light was held steady on my exposed flesh, and I heard him unzip his trousers to liberate his big cock.
I stood up and faced him.
The fence was just high enough for me to see his face, but not much more. Like any garden the fence right at the rear was a bit rotten and tatty so I pulled part of the panel away, just at the right height - cock height.
I knelt down, the long grass tickling my pussy lips,reached through the newly-made glory-hole and grabbed for Marks cock. He pressed himself closer to the fence and directed my hand to his substantial shaft.
At last, I had his hot meat in my hand. I could feel the blood pumping through his big cock and I began to massage it.
I spat on my hand and smeared the impromptu lubricant down his shaft and around his bulging helmet.
My fingers caressed his strong tool from top to bottom, rubbing him in my palm, pulling his foreskin deep down over his helmet and back. Mark groaned with pleasure and I felt his cock pump stronger in my hand.
I brought my mouth closer to him, and through the fence started to lick the tip of his hard dick, sliding my tongue around his helmet.
Pouting my lips on his bell-end, I pushed him into my mouth and my tongue flicked down his long hard dick.
With the breeze and the grass caressing my pussy, I was aching to have him inside me, but I could wait, for now I would satisfy myself with my fingers which danced around my clit, in and out between my swollen lips, and slid deep into my dripping wet cunt hole.
“Cum in my mouth, on my face, on my bare tits, anywhere you like!”
He moaned with ecstasy and as I pumped his hard cock, he started to shudder.
I picked up the pace and wanked him even faster than before. He grabbed the top of the fence and moved closer to our secret glory-hole, pushing his cock further towards me.
Again, I pouted my lips and wrapped them around his tip, just then a stream of hot spunk shot from his cock into my mouth. With Mark groaning in satisfaction, I removed him from my mouth but kept wanking him. More cum shot onto my face. My naked body was hit by great streams of fresh hot spunk which landed between my tits and then meandered down my soft, smooth skin to my shaven pussy where my fingers where still infiltrating my hot, wet slit.
Eventually I was covered from head to toe in his hot semen.
I swallowed what I had managed to get into my mouth, and rubbed the rest of it into my vulnerable, bare skin.
Mark was panting still grasping the top of the fence, a bead of sweat running down his cheek. His big cock was totally spent.
I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth again and licked the remains of cum from his cock.
Just then, the back door opened and Jen called to him.
I nodded my head towards his unsuspecting wife. “Skype me some time” I said, giving him a wink.
Mark, got himself together, zipping his trousers up and wiping the sweet smelling sweat from his rough manly skin, and went back to his home.
I lay in my garden covered in warm cum and played with my pulsing clit until my pussy muscles contracted, gripping my fingers - almost ejecting them from my slippery wet hole. My legs shuddered, and a feeling of immeasurable delirium surged through my body.
I would definitely need to wash my hair in the morning!
