Becoming the Neighbor's Wife

Tony rubbed his hands along my butt cheeks, slowly pulling them apart. I felt his breath on the cool of my skin, and then he kissed my chubby butt, moving in circles, kissing me on the roundness of my ass, then down my thighs to the line of the elastic band on the stockings. His beard tickled the back of my thighs. I felt his head pressed against my rump.

"Yeah, kid, a fine ass. You are going to please daddy." His voice was hoarse as he moved back to my crack. He pulled the panties out, and the cool air greeted my asshole, causing me to flinch.

He then did something that I would never have imagined before that morning: his hot, wet tongue traced up my crack, stopped at the folds of my sphincter, and then he began to probe into me. His rough beard and face made me arch some more as he slobbered all over my butthole, running his nose up into my hole and breathing in my scent, then working back to circle my anus and slurp my crack. He was eating me out like a whore, and I was loving it.

I felt my cock throbbing, thumping, filling with blood. My erection strained so tight it hurt. Pre-cum leaked out onto the control top panties, and I knew that I would shoot soon.

My thoughts were interrupted by his fingers. His rough fingers began to open me up. Compared to his tongue, his fingers were so rough I almost gasped out loud. Fortunately, when I masturbated over the years I had occasionaly worked a couple of Vaseline-covered fingers into my ass while I beat off in the shower. Still, Tony's rough fingers ravaged my sensitive hole, and I grunted in pain as he worked my ass.

Painful as it was, I stayed in my position for Tony. I even parted my legs ever so slightly, and Tony noticed. He just whispered, "Yes, slut, that's it. Get ready for daddy." My brow was covered in sweat as I nervously prepared for what was going to happen, but I wanted it to happen. I couldn't believe it, but I wanted to please my daddy. I needed my old, creepy neighbor to fuck my married ass.