Do the neighborly thing

John sprinted out of his house and rang Mrs. Addison's doorbell before he had time to even think about it. Who the fuck cares how his neighbor became a hot slut with massive titties? His neighbor was a hot slut with massive titties!

She answered with her tits still out.

"Well good morning, John!" She greeted with a hungry grin. "You know, I was just thinking about you!"

So saying, she stroked her crotch through her dampening bikini bottom.

"Good morning Mrs. Addison!" John exclaimed.

"Please, John! Emily!" She insisted. "We're neighbors!"

"Emily! Right! Emily! Because your name is Emily and we're neighbors!" John rambled as he realized nothing in his life had ever prepared him for this situation. "I was, um, I was just...I was just wondering if you needed any help? In your garden?"

"Help in my garden?" She asked. "Oh! Oh darn! I was hoping you were here to ask if we could fuck! But I guess I could use some help with the garden."

"Oh! Oh, um, we could fuck first!" John exclaimed. "We could totally fuck first!"

"Oh good!" Emily exclaimed. "I do enjoy gardening so much more after a vigorous fucking! You do like it vigorous, don't you John?"

"Vigorous is good!" He agreed. "I like vigorous!"

"Well, then, you should come inside," she said, stepping back and winking.

"Yes. Yes I should!" John agreed and followed her in.

She slammed the door as soon as he cleared it and tackled him, her hands and mouth everywhere. John thought they were headed for the bedroom but apparently not. He commenced to try to meet his new old neighbor grope for grope and kiss for kiss.

Her ass was incredible! John got a thumb into the string of her bikini and pulled it down. She pulled her head back from where she had been gnawing on his neck and pushed him back. For a second, he panicked, thinking she had changed her mind.

But she pointed down and said: "Get your pants off, Stud! I want to ride you, right here, right now!"

John gladly did as he was told, stripping off his pants and underwear to reveal his rampant cock.

"Oh, you're a GOOD neighbor!" She exclaimed when she saw it.

She ripped his shirt off, unwilling to wait, and pointed emphatically at the floor. John took his position there and she mounted him with practiced proficiency and an audible squelching.

"Oh, that's what Emily needs!" She exclaimed and commenced to rock her hips about, as if exploring every inch and inclination of his cock with her cunt until she was satisfied she knew it well.

Then she gave him a predatory grin and got vigorous.

John was not a virgin, but he might as well have been. He never dreamed sex could be like this! Emily rode him with a mad obsession that set her tits and hair to bouncing spectacularly. Her pussy alternated between lovingly carressing his shaft and throttling the hell out of it. He clasped her hips, less concerned about her falling off than of her snapping him in half.

She moaned and grunted and chantted "fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes!" With her eyes closed and for a moment John wondered if she even remembered he was there, when her eyes flashed open and she stared down at him obsessively and fell forward to hands and knees and started grinding in a slow, insistant clockwise fashion, her tits rubbing against his chest.

"Come inside, John!" She told him. "Come inside!"

Of course, he did. He lost all control and started bucking beneath her and groaning until he gasped and became a geyser beneath her, shooting spunk up into her greedy cunt as it spasmed around him and she trembled and hissed.

She collapsed on top of him, panting and glistening and John's head swam. Was this a dream? It couldn't possibly be real. His life could not be this perfect.

And then there was a knock at Mrs. Addison's door.