Chapter 127: KNOWING THE HOT NEIGHBOURS

Third Person Pov

"Good." Taylor breathed, his minty breath fanning her face. His fingers were now almost inside her sundress. She could feel the heat if it close to the edge of her soaked snatch.

If he moves anymore inch, his finger would ease into her oozing cunt without any barrier stopping him.

Donna's breath came out ragged. She looked over at Horace behind Taylor. She could see his own cock almost pushing out of his shorts.

Her nipples were pointed forward like soldiers, aching.

But no. She couldn't let it happen now. It would make her look cheap. What would they think of her spreading her pussy for them to fuck at a first meeting?

Donna shoved at Taylor's chest, pushing him back slowly.

Forcing a shaky smile, she stood up from the couch, not looking down on the stool. She knew she was leaving behind a trail of slick.

"I gotta get going. Some other time, yeah?" She promised, voice shaky.

"Sure. " Horace husked, squeezing her shoulders before letting go.

She scurried away from their burning eyes but not before hearing Taylor's groan. "Fuck!! She soaked the stool."

Her face bloomed in embarrassment as she let herself out, hurrying towards her home.

The sky was already loosing it's light which showed she was in there for a long time. Getting to her house, she could see Matthews car parked in the driveway.

"Shit! " She cursed.

Donna smoothed her dress, and slapped off that horny drunk look from her face. But that in itself was hard when her pussy lips were stuck together like glue from how much she was dripping.

She stepped inside and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Shocker. Matthews was already there.

He was stirring something in a pot, a peppery smell filled the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" She asked, standing behind the kitchen island.

This was weird for her because Matthews rarely cooked. Infact, he hated it. Since he was equally bad at it, he didn't bother.

He turned around fast at the sound of her voice. His gaze roamed her body his mouth opening to say something.

Instead he came around the island to where she was and pulled her close to him with one arm.

"I'm sorry about this afternoon, Donna." He said in a soft voice. "I've been under a lot of pressure at work and the church. It's clearly affecting us and I'm sorry."

For months now it was the same old, lame, fucking excuse. Pressure, pressure, pressure.

This time though, she didn't feel anger like she felt when he said this. Part of it was because of the new neighbours and the other part was she was simply tired of it.

Instead of snapping at him like she usually did, she got on her tippy toes and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, baby. I understand." She said when she pulled back.

He hugged her tight for a minute before letting go. " Go freshen up and come down for dinner, yeah?"

She nodded and went upstairs to freshen up, changing into a loose nightshirt.

Downstairs they both ate in silence, the sounds of plates and forks keeping them company.

Her mind wasn't even on dinner. It was on Horace and Taylor. What were they doing now?

Now that she was gone, was Taylor back to being naked? His thin cock bobbing in the air, huge balls bouncing with every step.

Was Horace still hard? Was he jerking off thinking of her hard nipples?

The thought made a fresh trickle of wetness ooze from her slit.

"I notice we have a new neighbour." Matthews said suddenly, breaking her line of thoughts.

"Really? I didn't notice." She answered, keeping her face blank, poking at the food on her plate.

"Yeah. When I came back home I noticed there were lights on inside the house." He took another bite of his meal. "We should go over and say hi sometime."

She nodded quickly. "Sure."

Donna wanted this conversation to end as quickly as it started. Thankfully he stopped talking. When they were done, she cleared the plates and washed them.

With the dishes done, she headed to the bedroom. Matthews was already in bed, breathing slowly, the lights turned off.

She stood there, looking at him. Irritation quickly built up in her. After months of no sex, she didn't know why she expected him rock hard and ready to pound the fuck out of her pussy the moment she stepped in.

Sighing heavily, she slipped under the covers. She felt restless, sleep eluding her.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Typing Horace and Taylor's name, adding naked paintings for an accurate search.

Right away, the info popped up. Horace had really downplayed their popularity. They were both fucking celebrities in the art world.

No wonder they could afford a house here. People went crazy to see paintings of naked people.

She flipped over from painting to painting that was on the internet.

Their bestseller was a woman in her late 50's from the paintings, her fingers buried in a hairy pussy, thick cream soaking the floor, asshole visible.

The more paintings she saw, the nastier it got. She wondered if these people they painted were real.

The dicks and pussies she saw on the screen made her breath grow shallow. Her free hand slipped under the sheets, bunching her night shirt up her waist.

She wondered what it would truly be like to be their muse. She pictured herself lying down naked on that big sofa of theirs.

Legs spread wide, cunt parted, shiny with slick so they could paint every inch of it.

Horace pushing his fat cock in her tight pussy while Taylor worked the brush, capturing the moment her inner walls squeezed around him.

When they were done, Taylor would take over, slamming that long dick in her, his huge balls smacking against her swollen clit without stopping.

"Fuck!!!" She whispered. She rubbed slow circles around her clit, biting her lips to stay quiet.

Horace snored softly beside her. She pictured Horace's thick length just warming up inside her pussy.

"God.....fuck...." She whined as she slid two fingers inside her snatch, pumping them in and out.

Donna was always so fucking soaked that even her tiny fingers moving in her cunt felt so fucking loud in the room.

She was afraid Matthews would wake up, but at the same time she didn't want to stop.

Donna hit her spot over and over again, moaning softly wishing it was a hard big cock inside her.

Her fingers moved faster, cream coating her fingers. Her vision whitened, and she came hard.

Right then, Matthews stirred. His eyes blinked open and found her glazed out eyes in the dark room.

She froze, yanking her fingers off her sensitive twat. Matthews hated her touching herself, emphasizing always that it was sinful.

"You okay?" He mumbled, scooting closer to cuddle her.

"Yeah..." She whispered, heart racing. "I'm good."

And it was. For the first time in a long while it wasn't a lie.