Nice New Neighbor

Gripping the base of the shaft tightly in her hand, she placed the head against Kadija's pussy lips, rubbing it up and down against them. Kadija winced as she felt the head of the dick making contact with her most sensitive area and pushing onto it; she bit her lip and managed to stifle a groan as it penetrated her. Her fingers digging into the arm of the couch, she tried to relax while Mrs. Atkins slowly worked her cock in.

And Mrs. Atkins was deliberately taking her time, mindful of the fact that Kadija had not engaged even in masturbation in one whole year. It was true that the dildo was big, but the 55-year-old felt sure that, with the right amount of lubrication, it could fit into any woman's love hole. Still, even with the lubricant that she'd just applied to the cock and Kadija's own natural moistness, she could feel through the cock that Kadija was pretty tight; so she didn't want to rush it or overdo it and risk causing the 30-year-old widow a great deal of pain.

Kadija closed her eyes and sighed aloud as she felt the head of the dick fully enter her. It felt like it was stretching her a little, and there was a slight ache from that, but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling. Without even thinking about it, she eased her lower body towards Mrs. Atkins a little. Taking the hint, Mrs. Atkins slowly and gently pressed her hips forward, sinking her cock into Kadija another half-inch. Then, placing both of her hands on Kadija's upturned ass for leverage, she withdrew the dildo ever so slightly, then pressed forward again. Another inch went into Kadija; she sucked in air between her teeth as she felt the intrusion.

"You okay?" Mrs. Atkins asked softly, rubbing Kadija's ass with her hands even as she withdrew a bit and thrust forward again, this time pushing in an additional half-inch.

"Ah..." Kadija was panting; her skin was starting to shine with sweat. "I love it..."

Mrs. Atkins pressed forward, managing to get another half-inch inside in the process. "More?" she queried.

In reply, Kadija nodded in swift, short jerks. "More...!"

There were still three inches that were not yet inside Kadija, but Mrs. Atkins knew better than to rush. She pulled her hips back, then carefully thrust forward again, sinking the cock into Kadija once more. As she pulled back again, she noted with a small smile that Kadija's nectar was now indeed coating the length of the shaft, providing added lubrication alongside the oil that she'd already covered the dildo with. Thus encouraged, she began a slow and steady pumping rhythm with her hips, wrapping one hand around Kadija's waist for support and running her other hand's fingertips lightly up and down the younger woman's back.

"Mmmmm..." Kadija moaned low in her throat as her hole was slowly pumped.

The cock-shaft was now making a faintly audibleslsh, slshnoise as Mrs. Atkins drove it in and out of Kadija's body. Bit by bit, as well, the remaining inches were being pushed into her with every thrust. As the cock slid in and out, Kadija couldn't help feeling simultaneously stuffed and empty on each plunge...and now couldn't help but groan aloud as the tingling sensation from before now extended throughout the entire inside of her warm, wet hole.

Slsh, slsh. Slsh, slsh.

Kadija whimpered as she felt the huge, long shaft slowly sliding in and out of her aching pussy. Eyes tightly shut, she licked her lips as she felt the delightful sensation sear through her entire body with each stroke. The truth was, ever since Nathan had died, she'd felt in her heart that to be with anybody else would be a betrayal of her vows to him and her memories of him whether he was dead or alive. It still amazed her, therefore, that this new neighbor of hers could have convinced her to do this.

Again, and again, and yet again, she felt the shaft pulling out of her body until only a mere inch of it was left; then with a swift hard push, all of it was back inside her, filling her up and drawing a gasp from her in the process. There was no way she could have foretold, when she moved into this new neighborhood, that she would ever have been in such a depraved position. She'd only come over here intending simply to get better acquainted with Mrs. Atkins, and here she was, on her knees on the couch with her upper body leaning over the couch's arms, while behind her this older woman was pumping into her with a good degree of force backed by years of obvious considerable experience.

Her eyes cracked open a little, but she didn't dare turn her head around to look behind her. Instead, she let the rest of her body tell her what was going on: Mrs. Atkins's hands, full of gentle authority, were holding her waist in place, even as the shaft drilled into her some more. On one thrust, it caused a bit of Kadija's love juice to drip out and leak onto the couch; the sensation sent a delicious feeling through Kadija, causing her to groan even as her toes curled tightly.

"Whoooiiii...laaawwwd...mi love yu cocky..." she moaned out, hissing through her teeth a moment later as the shaft slid deep into her pussy again.

Behind Kadija, Mrs. Atkins couldn't help but smile as she heard the younger woman's declaration. Though she still held fast to her support for use of Standard English, she couldn't deny that hearing Kadija—a young woman with a self-admitted family background of proper spoken language—speaking in the common Jamaican vernacular was incredibly erotic. She leaned her upper body forward so her face was close to Kadija's ear; meanwhile, her hands kept a firm grip on Kadija's waist, even as her lower body strength maneuvered the strapped-on cock in and out of her neighbor's pussy. "Yu like dat?" she whispered in patois.

"Mmm...aahhh...Mrs. Atkins...I love it..." Kadija whimpered.

Mrs. Atkins smiled at this—even in the midst of utter ecstasy, Kadija was still addressing her so formally. "Call me Auntie," she said, sticking her tongue out to lick the edge of Kadija's ear.

As taboo as the idea sounded, it got Kadija's pussy wetter and hotter. "Ahh...Auntie..."

"Yu love mi cock?" Mrs. Atkins asked, as she began to drive the dildo in deeper and harder.

"Mi love you big cock, Auntie," Kadija gasped out. "Do, mi a beg yu, fuck mi pussy red!"

The 55-year-old needed no further urging from the younger woman. Tightening her hold on Kadija, she began to increase her pace, pumping the dildo in and out. With every thrust, there accompanied it the sameslsh, slshsound from before.

"Mi wan' yu fi cum," Mrs. Atkins told Kadija, her breathing heavy from her exertion but still containing authority. "Yu hear wat I say, likkle gal? Yu must cum. Mi wan' hear yu scream when yu cum. Yu hear wat I say?"

"Yes, Auntie, yes, Auntie," Kadija grunted out, even as she reached between her legs with one hand to rub her swollen clit.

Hearing the younger woman talking like that increased Mrs. Atkins's fervor; she drove the dildo in further, enjoying the friction of the strap on her own crotch. And she enjoyed hearing Kadija squealing like a schoolgirl, even though in a far different setting she would've acted like the 30-year-old woman she was. "Yes, Auntie...aaiieee...yu buddy big...it inna mi belly...woooiii...mi can' tek it...lawd have mercy...aahhh..." Kadija cried, rubbing her clit harder and faster.

Slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh.

Finally Mrs. Atkins decided to go for the finish. She gave three swift, short strokes of the strap-on—then buried the full length into Kadija's pussy, ripping into her with one hard, solid thrust. And, on feeling that thrust, Kadija's head reared up, her eyes snapped fully open, and she shrieked as her orgasm exploded from within her.

"AAAAIIIEEE, AUNTIIIIEEEE!!!"

Kadija's whole body shuddered even as her breath came in short, loud gasps. Feeling a warm, sticky wetness against her crotch where she'd just pushed the cock's full length into the younger widow, Mrs. Atkins glanced down and noticed with delighted surprise that love juice was leaking out in seemingly endless amounts from Kadija's pussy, onto the strap's harness and dribbling down Kadija's thighs as well. A few drops of her cum were even dripping from her swollen pussy lips as well, onto the seat of the velvet couch. "Well, now, that was intense, wasn't it?" Mrs. Atkins teased, rotating her hips against Kadija's ass even as the dildo remained submerged inside the younger woman.

"Ooooohh..." Kadija, in turn, wiggled her ass against Mrs. Atkins. "Yu sure yu never use dis t'ing before?" she asked, referring to the dildo.

Mrs. Atkins laughed. "Positive." Then, pressing her hands against Kadija's ass, she began to pull the dildo out of her younger neighbor. It came out rather slowly, but finally exited Kadija's pussy with a wetplop; almost immediately Kadija collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily.

"So, dear, how do you feel? Satisfied?" Mrs. Atkins inquired, pausing to run her fingers along the length of the dildo.

Kadija soon recovered her composure somewhat. "Well..." She smiled shyly. "Is this what I'm to expect if you're going to be my next-door neighbor for the long-term?"

"Well, that's up to you. If you'd rather we didn't do this again..." Mrs. Atkins began.

"After what you just did to me? I highly doubt that you'd let it end with just this," Kadija countered. "And...anyway...it really wasn't bad, I have to admit..." She blushed a little as she said this.

"You really are a smart woman." Mrs. Atkins nodded at Kadija; then she turned to look at a clock mounted on a nearby wall. "Hmm, 8:15...time sure flies when you're having fun, huh?"

"8:15?" Kadija turned to look in the direction of the clock. "Is it really that late already?"

"Late?" Mrs. Atkins's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I'd say that this is early, quite early...unless you have a pressing appointment tomorrow?"

"Well, er...no..." Kadija answered hesitantly.

"Oh, I see. Then perhaps your unpacking from the move wasn't finished, after all?" Mrs. Atkins suggested.

"Um...no, that's not it..." Kadija admitted.

"Then there's no reason for you to run off so quickly." Mrs. Atkins smirked and gripped the base of the dildo, playfully waving it up and down a little. "There's still quite a bit of time to...get more fully acquainted, wouldn't you say?"

A look of utter astonishment came over Kadija's face as the implication sank in. "Lawd 'ave mercy..."

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Much later, at 10:50...

"Uuunnnhhhh..." Kadija sighed loudly as the big cock slid in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. "It sweet...it too sweet..."

The women had earlier relocated themselves to Mrs. Atkins's guest bedroom, across the hall from the dining room. At current they were together on the bed, both of them lying on their sides parallel to each other; Mrs. Atkins was behind Kadija, one hand underneath the younger woman's upraised leg, while her hips thrust forward, stabbing her strapped-on dildo into her guest's hole again and again. "Kadija..." Mrs. Atkins whispered into Kadija's ear. "Ah hope yu don' mind dat ah takin' over yu husban' role like dis..."

"Mmmmm...no...is okay, Auntie," Kadija mumbled. "'Im dead an' gone a'ready."

Hearing that, Mrs. Atkins smiled—it seemed that Kadija remembered the solemn, heartfelt advice the older woman had given her hours earlier. Tightening her grip underneath Kadija's upraised and helplessly flailing leg, she thrust her hips forward a little harder, jerking Kadija's lower body as the dick penetrated her again and again.Slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh.

"Oh, lawd...Auntie..." Kadija whimpered, leaning her head back to rest against the crook of Mrs. Atkins's arm. "Ah which part yu 'ave so much energy ah come from...?"

Mrs. Atkins chuckled at that. Removing her hand from under Kadija's airborne leg, she reached for and cupped one of the younger woman's bouncing tits, squeezing and kneading it and being rewarded with a sigh of approval. "Now, den," the older woman continued gently, but with a hint of mischief in her tone, "what yu t'ink of dis? Since di two of us is neighbors, we can 'ave regular visits to each other...say, every weekend an' when we not doin' anyt'ing durin' di week?"

Kadija smiled lazily. "Dat soun' nice," she whispered, gasping a moment later as the dildo pushed up into her body yet again.

"Good. Glad you agree." Mrs. Atkins leaned forward and licked the back of Kadija's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the 30-year-old. Meantime, the older woman's hips continued pumping back and forth, and her cock pistoned in and out easily.Slsh, slsh, slsh, slsh.

"Gaaawwwd...Auntiiiieee...ah goin' cum again..." Kadija moaned, her eyes half-closed and sweat glistening on her breasts.

"It's all right," Mrs. Atkins cooed into her ear. "You can cum." And as she said this, her hand left Kadija's breast and went down between the younger widow's legs, teasing her throbbing clit even as the dildo continued to pump in and out of Kadija.

Feeling Mrs. Atkins's hot breath and tongue against her ear and hearing her grunts of effort with each thrust...feeling her clit being tenderly and expertly pinched, caressed and massaged by those mature fingers...feeling that dick pounding into her now-sore pussy...it sent Kadija over the edge. "Oh, fuck...aaahhh...aaaaahhhhh...aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she cried out as her whole body stiffened and shuddered and her vaginal juices squirted out onto the bed.

Even with that climax, though, Mrs. Atkins continued to pump Kadija with the strap-on, but not with as much force as before; gradually, her thrusting slowed to a stop as, with one final slow push, she buried the full length of her cock into Kadija's now thoroughly-fucked pussy. As for Kadija, the combined excitement of all the orgasms she'd endured that evening was beginning to take its toll on her; the last thing she was consciously aware of before she passed out from exhaustion was her upraised leg falling to the bed and Mrs. Atkins carefully pulling the dildo out of her hole...and the last thought to cross her mind was how very interesting her new life in this place might well turn out.

Several days later...

Stallion was sitting on a stool behind his shop's counter, reading the newspaper he'd bought downtown earlier that morning. "Damn politician dem," he scowled as he read through the headlines.

"Afternoon, Stallion!" a cheerful voice reached his ear.

"Eh?" Stallion looked up. "Oh, afternoon, Miz Kadija. 'Ow yu do today?"

Kadija entered the shop, a bright smile on her face. "I'm just wonderful, thank you," she answered. "You know, Mrs. Atkins had set up an interview for me to teach at a primary school downtown, so I went down there today to talk to the people in charge...and they told me that I can start this coming Monday!"

"Congrats, ma'am!" Stallion grinned. "Yu mus' mek sure yu stop over Miz Atkins's yard and tell her t'anks, yu know. Is di respec'ful t'ing to do, after wha' she do for yu."

"Don't worry, Stallion, I intend to go over there a little later and see her," Kadija nodded.

At that moment the familiar white Tesla Roadster pulled up outside the shop, and out stepped its owner. "Hello, hello," Mrs. Atkins sang out politely as she stepped into the shop.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Atkins," Kadija smiled at her. "I got through with the interview at the school today, you know, and they said I can start first thing Monday morning. I really have to thank you for everything you've done."

"Certainly, my dear; I'm glad I was able to help," Mrs. Atkins nodded, reaching out and patting the side of the younger woman's arm. "Tell me something, will you be busy this evening?"

An inquiring expression appeared on Kadija's face. "No, I don't think so...why?"

"Well, I was thinking I'd have some beef soup for dinner tonight...but I really wouldn't like to eat all of it by myself." Mrs. Atkins turned to Stallion. "Do you have any steaks, Stallion? I'd like two pounds' worth if you do."

"All right, Miz Atkins, lemme go cut some for yu," Stallion nodded, and he got up and headed around to the back.

Mrs. Atkins turned back to Kadija. "So? What do you say—feel like having beef soup tonight?"

"I'd be glad to," Kadija nodded politely. "Will you need any help looking about it?"

"Thank you, dear, but you're going to be my guest—and the guest shouldn't have to help with the cooking," Mrs. Atkins said reasonably. "You can come by, say, about 6:00."

"All right," Kadija nodded in agreement. "6:00 it is."

Mrs. Atkins glanced to one side, making sure that Stallion was out of earshot. "An' when yu come, yu see," she added in a low voice, in patois, "mek sure yu bring a change ah clothes. Today is Thursday...and after di soup, ah inten' fi have dessert again an' again till Sunday..." She licked her lips.

Kadija blushed at this display—she knew well what her neighbor had in mind. "Miz Atkins!" she hissed in playful rebuke, also in patois. "Yu too bad fi a grown 'oman!"

"I know, I know," and Mrs. Atkins laughed softly.

END