Neighbour’s Forbidden Touch: 2

Fence Line and Two Neighbors💦🫦

“Lena? I can hear the mower was running. You out back?”

Mrs. Carter’s voice was right at the corner of the fence. Cole was still buried inside me, thick and pulsing, his cum already leaking down my thigh. My shorts hung around my legs. I couldn’t move without making noise.

Cole’s mouth brushed my ear. “Answer her.”

I swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Just… checking the fence line.”

Mrs. Carter stepped around the corner. Sixty-two, silver hair in a neat bun, floral blouse, practical shoes. She stopped dead when she saw us. Eyes wide. Mouth open.

For three long seconds nobody spoke.

Then she laughed once, short and disbelieving. “Well. That explains the noises I’ve been hearing.”

Cole didn’t pull out. He kept me pinned to the fence, one hand still gripping my ass. “Evening, Mrs. Carter.”

She looked from my flushed face to where our bodies were joined. “You’re the boy who mows the yards.”

“That’s me.” He rolled his hips slowly, making me gasp. “And right now I’m busy.”

I expected her to turn and leave. Or yell. Instead she stepped closer, eyes dark with something I hadn’t seen in her before. “Don’t stop on my account.”

My heart slammed. “Mrs. Carter…”

“Helen,” she corrected. Her voice had gone lower. “And I’ve been watching you two from my kitchen window for the last ten minutes. The way he bends you over that fence… I’ve touched myself twice already.”

Cole’s grin turned wicked. He finally pulled out of me, cum dripping onto the grass. “Then take your clothes off and get over here.”

Helen hesitated only a second. Then she unbuttoned her blouse with steady fingers and dropped it, unhooked her bra, and stepped out of her skirt and underwear. Her body was soft, full, older, but her eyes were hungry and horny. She walked right up to us.

Cole grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard. She moaned into his mouth. His other hand shoved two fingers between my legs, pushing his own cum back inside me.

“Both of you,” he said when he broke the kiss. “On your knees.”

We dropped to the grass in front of him. Cole stroked his cock, still slick from me, and tapped it against my lips first. I opened up. He pushed in deep, hand in my hair, fucking my mouth in slow strokes. Then he pulled out and did the same to Helen. She took him greedily, making wet sounds that made my pussy clench.

“Look at you two,” he muttered. “Proper neighborhood ladies sharing the help’s cock like good little sluts.”

He switched back and forth, using our mouths, until both of us were dripping saliva down our chins. Then he hauled me up, bent me back over the fence, and slammed into me from behind in one hard thrust. I cried out. He fucked me mercilessly, deep, rough, hips slamming against my ass hard enough to make the wood rattle.

“Helen. Get under her and suck her clit while I ruin this pussy.”

Helen dropped to her knees between my legs without hesitation. Her mouth closed over my clit while Cole pounded me. The dual sensation ripped a scream out of me. I came hard, shaking, juices running down onto Helen’s face.

Cole pulled out of me, still hard, and dragged Helen up. He bent her over the same fence rail right next to me, spread her legs, and thrust into her in one long stroke. She moaned loudly, fingers gripping the wood.

“Fuck… yes…”

He gave her the same brutal pace he’d given me. Skin slapped skin. Helen’s soft body jiggled with every thrust. Cole reached over, grabbed my hair, and pulled me in for a filthy kiss while he fucked her.

“Your turn to help,” he ordered against my mouth. “Rub her clit. Make the old neighbor come on my cock.”

I slid my hand between Helen’s thighs and circled her clit the way I liked it myself. She came fast, crying out, legs trembling. Cole didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees again.

“Both of you. Open.”

We did. He stroked himself hard and came across our faces and tongues in thick ropes. Helen and I licked it off each other without being told, tongues sliding together, sharing the taste of him.

Cole watched, chest heaving. “Good girls.”

We stayed there on the grass for a minute, catching our breath, the late sun painting everything gold. My thighs were sticky. Helen’s silver hair had come loose. Cole’s cock still hung half-hard, shiny.

Helen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed softly. “I haven’t been fucked like that since my husband died six years ago.”

Cole smirked. “Get used to it. I’m not done with either of you.”

A car door slammed somewhere on the street. Then a familiar voice called out from the front of my house.

“Lena? You home? I brought the kids’ old bike for the garage sale like I promised.”

My ex-husband. Mark. The one who still had a key.

Cole’s eyes met mine. Helen’s face went pale.

We were all still naked or half-dressed in the backyard. Cum on our faces and thighs. The fence between us and the side path was the only cover.

Mark’s footsteps started around the side of the house.

“Lena? You out back?”

Cole’s voice was pure trouble when he leaned in and whispered, “Looks like the party’s about to get bigger.”

I stared at the corner of the fence, heart slamming, Helen still on her knees beside me, Cole’s cum drying on my lips, and my ex-husband ten seconds from seeing everything.