My Neighbor’s Backdoor – Part 1

On Saturday morning, as I was walking to the garage, I heard the sounds of someone crying. I looked over and saw Mackenzie Massey sitting on his patio with his hands on his face sobbing. When I opened the garage door, I pulled out the lawnmower and started on the yard. By the time I finished, Mackenzie (Mac) for short had composed himself and drank a cup of coffee. She waved at me and I waved back as I passed to mow the front yard.

“Hello, Grant.”

“Hello, Mac.” I answered.

I’ve known the Masseys for ten years and the three of us are good friends. But for the past year, I’ve become Mac’s confidant. She and her husband, Troy, had and still have problems in the room. She loves to explore many aspects of sex and he is a missionary position guy, wham-bam-merci-mam. Recently, he has even stopped doing so and Mac is more frustrated than ever.

After finishing mowing the lawn and tidying up the lawn, Troy threw his golf clubs in the trunk of his car and drove away. For my life, I couldn’t understand what his problem was. I mean the guy is fit and is five years younger than Mac. I closed the garage door and when I turned to go home, Mac was standing in front of me.

“Do you have time to talk, Grant?”

“I have nothing planned today, let’s go inside.”

We both went to the back door, I held the door for Mac and followed her inside. We went to the kitchen and she took a seat at the table.

“I have iced tea, would you like a little?” I asked that I reached for the pitcher in the refrigerator.

“That would be nice, thank you Grant.”

Grabbing two glasses on the counter, I walked to the table, filled a glass and handed it to Mac.

“Okay Mac, what upset you so much that you cried earlier?”

“Have you heard me, Grant?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m so embarrassed, knowing you’ve heard me.”

“Don’t be, tell me what happened.”

“Well, last night I decided to see if I could pique Troy’s interest in having sex. I came down wearing nothing but a pair of heart-shaped golden pasta with tassels, a metallic gold thong with four-inch matching stilettos. I had stamped her favorite perfume, White Diamonds in all the right places, if you know what I mean. I went over, stood in front of the tv and started dancing seductively to him. Troy’s reaction was to tell me to walk away. I ran to the room, locked the door and threw myself on the bed. I cried to sleep and, well, you know the rest, Grant.

I sat there listening and watched this scene unfold in my mind. Yet I couldn’t believe she was so open with me. So far, Mac has never been so open in our discussions and I had to wonder if this beautiful thirty-five-year-old woman was trying to seduce me. I told myself that it would not hurt to know if it was.

“Mac, I have no idea what Troy’s problem is, but after what you just told me, it’s a fool to ignore you. If I were him, I would have jumped you there and I would have said, shit, I want to fuck you.

Mac’s cheeks turned a light shade of red, “Do you mean that, Grant?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Thank you Grant, I needed to hear that. I feel good that an older man like you finds me attractive.

“Hey girl, I’m only five years older than you, I’m not yet an old man.”

We both had a laugh at that and then Mac said, “Thank you for listening, Grant. I feel much better.

“No problem, Mac, you can come and talk to me anytime.”

“Would you like to come later, Grant? Troy won’t be home until Tuesday. He and his buddies went on a golf ingweekend instead of spending this Fourth of July weekend with me.

“Okay, Mac, give me an hour and I’ll be done.”

As I held the door open, Mac kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “Thank you.” After he left, I went to take a shower and wondered what Mac had planned. After the shower, I shaved the stubble of my face and splashed on a small Polo after shaving. I decided to go commando and slipped on a pair of khaki, a polo shirt and sneakers. Before going next door, I went to the wine cellar and chose an American Gewurztraminer.

When I opened the door to Mac’s backyard, I saw her waiting on the wooden deck. Her long golden braids draped over her right shoulder, she twirled strands of hair into the fingers of her right hand while she was lost in thought. Walking up the stairs of the terrace, my eyes drank in the goddess before me. She looked even sexier, wearing a red halter top with white trim that left the lower part of her chest fully exposed and the shortest white shorts I’ve seen in a long time. Mac’s bronze skin shone in the sun, her white thigh-high socks with three blue stripes and white sneakers were a nice touch to her festive outfit. The Stars and Stripes bow tie in her hair gave “pop” to the set.

Hearing my approach, Mac got up, walked up and greeted me at the top of the stairs.

“Oh Grant, you didn’t get to.

“I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

Mac pressed against me, giving me a tingling lip as I took a shallow breath, inhaling the scent of the apple blossom. There was no doubt that she felt the hardness between my legs. Recoiling, her eyes turned down and I looked as she stretched out her hand, running her fingers along the seven-inch bulge.

Smiling, she took my hand and led me inside. Walking behind her, my eyes were riveted to that cute. Once inside, we went to the den and I took a seat on the big sofa, Mac went to the small bar and jumped open the bottle of wine. After pouring two glasses, she approached me on the couch.

Handing me a drink, Mac took a sip of his glass. I could say something was up by her body language and decided to let her tell me when she was ready. We had a little conversation that we drank and soon our glasses needed filling. Mac got up, walked to the bar, shaking that cute of hers. She opened a second bottle and came back with both in her hand. There were two prominent bumps pushing against her top and when she sat down, her shorts mounted and nestled in the Vee.

“What do you think of my outfit, Grant?”

“I think you already know that, Mac.”

Her cheeks became a light red as she blushed, lowering her eyes.

“Look at me, Mac.”

She slowly looked up as I took a sip of my glass.

“You are a beautiful desirable woman and your outfit is very seductive.”

“Grant, I’d like to show you something.”

“What is it, Mac?”

“Give me a second.”

Mac swallowed the rest of his wine, then to my surprise, took a big sip of the bottle I brought. She got up and walked to the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath, Mac turned slowly and leaned at the waist. She untied her shoes provocatively while waving her. The shorts slipped higher, exposing part of her cheek buttocks to my great joy.

Removing every shoe, Mac parted his legs and looked at me between them. “Not to touch you, sir, just look and enjoy.”

I watched as she hung her thin fingers inside the top of her left sock while slowly waving her. Slowly slow, she rolled the sock over her long toned leg. With the sock in her hand, she got up and turned it over on her shoulder towards me. Holding the sock by my nose, I inhaled the apple scent as Mac removed his other sock. She got up and turned the sock over at me as she looked over her shoulder.

“Oh, naughty boy, keep zeting.”

Mac turned away, her hands teasing and stroked her whole chest as she began a slow and sensual dance. His gentle moans filled the room and my hard phallus began to tremble. His hands skimmed on the soft curve of his sides and disappeared from view. The sound of a zipper pulled down made me take a short and quick breath. She closed her legs just enough for the shorts to slide down and pile up around her ankles. Mac was leaning over and I was given a view of his flower protected by blood-soaked lips.

Turning to me, Mac entered directly in front of me. She teased her taught nipples between her fingers. The fabric of her top stretched against her nipples. She straddled my knees, got up on her lap and took my left hand in hers.

“I’ve known for a long time what you want.” Mac said, taking my hand and pressing it firmly against her sex.

“You’re right, but we can’t do that, Mac.”

“Oh yes, we can, Grant and we are.”

I sat there with a loss of words as she rubbed my hand against her bald mound for a moment. Pulling my hand, Mac lowered himself on the bulge of my shorts. I hung my thumbs under the hem of his high halter and slowly pulled up, stopping just under his hard knots. With my eyes glued to one another, I dragged the top over his knots, prompting a mac groan. She leaned forward and I sucked on a hard nipple, feeling it was getting harder.

“That’s all, give me more. It’s been so long.

I licked, bitten and sucked every ripe nipple as my hands kneaded the supple flesh of her beautiful orbs.

“Grant, don’t stop. Give it to me stronger.

My affectionate assault on her chest intensified until she screamed in both pain and pleasure. When I let the nipple burst from my mouth, Mac pulled my face between her breasts. I inhaled the scent of apple blossom and sighed before giving butterfly kisses on her skin along the way to her full lips.

Our lips touched, sending sparks through our excited bodies. His tongue slipped between my lips and our tongues intertwined in an erotic dance. My fingers worked their way behind his neck and untied the halter, then moved down to the other tie and undid that one. We were now in the throes of a very passionate kiss, Mac rubbed his pussy along the big bulge in my shorts. His breathing worked as our kiss intensified.

She abruptly pulled out and said, “Let’s go upstairs, Grant.”

Mac got up, took my hand and i followed merrily behind her. I’m sure she felt my eyes look at her firm as she climbed the stairs. A few more steps and we were standing on the side of his bed. His hands went straight to my belt and I took off my shirt while I watched Mac undo the buckle. She pulled down the shorts, letting them get around my ankles.

As she stepped back, she watched me kick the shorts to the side, followed by my sneakers. We stood there, looking at each other with lust for a minute. I could see the lust building in her emerald green eyes as I moved towards her. I placed my hand on the small of his back, pulled it close to me and I reached down with my other hand. When I slipped my fingers between his lips, his body shuddered and a loud moan escaped his lips.

I kissed her full on the lips as she reached down and rubbed her palm over the large circumcised head, spreading the precum down the thick tree to the ladse balls. We stayed there for several minutes, she explored the length and circumference of the throbbing erection in her hand and my fingers explored the moisture of her pink flower.

Sliding my little hand from his back up his valley, which separates the two rounded cheeks, Mac left a sigh as my fingers explored the length and depth. I pulled her closer and closer and lowered my mouth on her nipple. Hand holding my erection, held on tight as I moved down on the stiff knot. Mac cried out in pain and pleasure as I pulled on the knot with my teeth and then published it.

Mac took me by surprise as she walked away and knelt before me. His hands grabbed my cock and I watched his lips separate, sliding over the mushroom-shaped head. I placed my hands on his head and sequestered his legs as his mouth slowly descended on the venous tree. Its tongue traced along each vein, swirling around the tree. I felt his hand cup my and roll them in his palm. I stood still, enjoying the sensations administered by Mac’s mouth.

I gasped with surprise when I saw the base of my cock disappear into Mac’s mouth. She sucked hard as her fingers tightened my. A few moments passed and she relaxed my as her mouth slowly climbed the long tree. Moaning as she bobbed up, then down the throbbing tree, my fingers became entangled in her hair. The moans became louder as she brought me closer and closer to the edge, all the time I watched this goddess make love to my cock.

Mac felt my orgasm coming in the opposite direction and she accelerated her affectionate assault. My legs began to tremble, breathing became laborious as I felt my spasm in his mouth. The first explosion flooded her mouth, she pulled back so that only the tip was in her mouth. She pumped the tree with her hands, cuddling the thick liquid from my balls. I moved my hands from her head as she treated me dry. There was so much semen, some had dribbled from his mouth and onto his chest. As my cock softened, she continued to lick and give butterfly kisses.

Helping Mac at her feet, I took her in my arms, “It was amazing.” I said just before I kissed her.

She kissed back, pushing her tongue into my mouth and I could taste myself. She backed off and we looked at each other momentarily.

“I thought it was amazing too. I like to give the head and swallow sperm, especially yours, Grant.

“Get on the Mac bed, and I’ll hold the pillows against the headboard.”

She smiled, laughing like a schoolgirl as she walked on and leapt on the bed. I followed, ogling her cute and had the pillows in place. As I go to the foot of the bed, I go upstairs and kneel at his perfectly manicured feet. She looked from her slanted position against the pillows as I separated from her legs, opening her pink flower. She blushed as I looked avidly at her sex and licked my lips, her breathing accelerated in anticipation.

There was no hurry that my flasque is of no use at the moment. Slowly crawling, I kissed and licked my way up Mac’s inner thigh. The closer I got, the more I filled the room and when I reached the Vee, she pushed her hips upwards. I kissed my way along the blood-soaked lips, moving up his mound and stopped momentarily as I inhaled it deeply. The aroma of her sex filled my nostrils. Looking up, I saw that his cheeks were a deep red and his head was tilted backwards with his eyes closed.

“Please lick me, fuck me with your tongue!” Mac screamed as her mauled hands her breasts and fingers pinched those gum-sized nubs.

Ignoring his plea, I licked and kissed my way along the opposite side of his flower and down to the Vee. Stopping for a moment, I lay on my stomach and saw Mac looking at me with a look of disappointment. I smiled and slipped my arms under his legs, resting them on my shoulders. I felt her cross her feet on my back, keeping myself in place, even though I had no intention of going anywhere. As I lowered my head, I heard a high-pitched sigh as the tip of my tongue touched the perineum.

Pushing my tongue between her swollen lips, she reached down and grabbed a handful of hair. My tongue slipped up, then down, over and over again until her released the sweetness from the inside. She begged me to suck her clitoris, instead I pushed my tongue deep into her prompting a strong GAAWWDD!

My fingers rubbed his clitoris as my tongue swirled in search of the magic “g-spot.”

“Yes Grant, more, let me come!” Mac screamed.

My fingers and tongue accelerated and just when she was about to explode into orgasmic happiness, I slipped my free hand under her leg and wet my finger with her liquid desire.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She screamed, fighting and grabbing handfuls of bed sheets.

Mac’s orgasm went through her body as if she had been struck by a lightning bolt. At the right time, I pushed my wet finger past his creased hole and his body jerked off.

“AARRGGHH!” She screamed.

Her body stiffened, I kept my fingers and tongue in place until she recovered. A few minutes later, I slipped my tongue from her and the fingers of her clitoris and. I licked his soft liquid and swirled my tongue around his creased hole.

Mac bolted, “Grant, look at me.”

“What is it, Mac?”

“My ass has never had a cock as big as yours before.”

“Do you trust me, Mac?”

“Completely, but I’m not sure about it.”

I got up on my hands and knees, crawled towards her and kissed her in a reassuring manner.

“Okay Grant, but if I say no, you stop.”

“Of course Mac, I would never impose anything on you. Now turn around and get down on your knees.

I took the pillows and stacked them so they were under his hips, giving me free access to her. Mac took his place on the pillows. I moved behind her, I left her legs, then I approached, gently rubbing my hands on her firm cheeks until the little one of her back. Do this for several minutes until I felt her relax.


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My Neighbor’s Back door – Part 1