Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.
He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.
It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway.
He plopped himself down on the couch and stared at the powered off TV for a few minutes, just listening to the soft rain brush against the windows. This was peaceful, he thought. It also didn’t smell like dogs, which was a nice change.
As these things often happen in the male mind, he thoughts turned to Becky, Sam’s wife. She was a very attractive women–he knew her slightly from back in high school. She was a couple years younger, but had quite a reputation as a good Christian girl despite turning all they boy’s heads in her little cheerleading outfit. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he had stroked himself after neighborhood gatherings thinking about her–both as she was back then and now.
Then there was Sam’s daughter, Evelyn. She was away at college now, but he’d really enjoyed sneaking peaks at her sunbathing in the backyard this summer. She looked a lot like her mom, but she had Sam’s blonde hair instead of Becky’s brown. Becky would always hold a special place in his fantasies, but he had to admit Evelyn was an upgrade. It was hard to ever get a very good look at her though. He was 45 and there’s just no good way to approach her without revealing his creepy agenda.
He caught himself rubbing his cock through his pants as he thought about the McNair women. While he was here, he should do something about it. It wasn’t like he was getting paid or something for doing this–why not have a little harmless fun in return?
Then another thought crept in. One that was very out of character, but really excited him. He should do something only he would know about here. Something that might bring him closer to the targets of his lust. Something intimate and dirty. He had an urgent need to rub his cock on the panties of Becky and Evelyn.
He walked up the stairs and started to pull down his sweatpants as he climbed. By the time he arrived at the second floor, his pants and boxers were around his ankles. He waddled his way down the hall and entered the master bedroom. After checking a few drawers, he found Becky’s panties.
He grabbed a pair of silk red underwear–the kind she probably wore when she wanted to please Sam–and he rubbed the inside against the head of his cock. He stared at a photo of Becky on the top of the dresser as he thought about her wearing these later. Her slit would be slightly wet from thinking about sex and it would touch where his cock had been. This thought excited him so much that some pre-cum escaped and then he was even more pleased that an unnoticeable but tangible party of him would end up against her.
He did the same for a few over her every day cotton panties, but he was very careful to not get too excited. His plan was to get a dirty pair from Becky and cum into them after he did the same to some of Evelyn’s clean pairs. He figured Evelyn didn’t have an dirty pairs here to deposit his cum into, but he’d keep an eye out when he was in her room.
Mark stepped out of his boxers and pants, leaving them by the stairs as he crossed the hall to what he figured was Evelyn’s room based on the door posters. He opened the door and walked in. Immediately, he was inundated by sweet smelling perfume. He’d forgotten was teen girls smelled like and the reminder made him smile and made his erect cock even harder. He started going through her drawers and found a small stash of panties she had left behind–mostly comfortable cotton underwear, but also a couple thongs.
He stacked them on the top of her dresser. Then he grabbed a small photo album and flipped through it looking for a picture of Evelyn in a bathing suit. He slowly stroked as he saw her cleavage-baring party dresses and formal gowns. Then success–a lovely shot of her laying out on the grass from this summer. Her bathing suit was tasteful, but at this angle he could see the hints of her nipples and a slight crease between her thighs. Yes, this would do just fine.
Grabbing a pair of the cotton panties, he rubbed the inside again against the head of his cock as he imagined Evelyn putting these on and his old man pre-cum touching her teen cunt. He marked two more before moving onto the thongs. He had to be very careful now because he was extremely excited. He started at the crease in the picture as he imagined how the thong would push against her tight body. He rubbed the back string across his cock and imagined how this would be stuck between her cheeks and against her asshole.
“Oh my God,” me moaned as he was on the verge when suddenly he heard a noise in the closet. He dropped the thong and opened the closet door. There was Evelyn crouched down in the dark, panties around her ankles, her slick fingers glistening between her legs, and the smell of her teen cunt filled the small space.
“Evelyn! I had no idea you were here…”
Mark turned and ran out of her room. He grabbed his clothes as he hurried down the stairs. Footsteps chased him. He pulled his pants back on and was about to open the back door when Evelyn entered the kitchen. She had a long shirt on, but it was obvious she had left her panties upstairs. He couldn’t focus on that. “Fuck–I’m so sorry. I just got this stupid, stupid idea and well…”
Evelyn had her hands up. “It’s okay. I heard someone enter the house and I peaked downstairs. I saw it was you, so I was just going to stay here until you left. Then I heard you come upstairs and didn’t want to make things weird, so I hid in the closet. But once I saw what you were doing, I really got excited. So, I’m just as embarrassed really.”
Mark was shaking his head. “No, no, this was…”
Before he could finish, Evelyn had pressed him against the wall and was kissing him. Her tongue forced itself between his lips and quickly all his objections fell away. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep kiss. He felt her hand reach inside his pants and grasped his burning cock. “Mmmm…Mr. Laughlin. You really did like that picture, didn’t you.”
She pulled down his pants and then took his hand to lead him to the living room couch. She pushed him down and pulled her shirt over her head, straddling his hips and rubbing her soaked slit against his shaft.
She started rubbing her pussy against him, back and forth. “Momma says I can’t have a man inside my pussy until I’m married. I think she’s right.”
“Yeah, she was always a good girl.”
“Mmmm…not really, Mr. Laughlin. She told me you can still be obedient and give a hole to a man.” She started grinding a little harder, moaning a little between sentences. “It just has to be your dirty hole.”
“Oh wow…”
“Would that be okay? Would you like to fuck my teen asshole?”
He looked her in the eyes. “I would, Evelyn.”
“Mmmm…good, I haven’t been fucked there yet and this will be good practice for the boys at school.”
“I don’t think I’m going to last long, sweetie.”
“I know, Sir. My hole is so tight it wouldn’t be much fun if it went on very long anyway. But I think your rob is slick enough from me that it will go inside okay, don’t you?”
She stood up and turned around, spreading her bubble ass cheeks to reveal a small asshole. Her arousal was obvious and she ran her dripping pussy against the head of his cock to prepare it. He held the shaft by his balls to make sure she covered it and then she slowly lowered herself until the head was pressing against her tiny hole. She shifted and relaxed her muscles, which created enough of a gap for him to begin pushing inside. Slowly, he moved more and more within her until his head was completely in.
“This does hurt, Sir, but I can tell you are really excited about it.”
She leaned forward to open up more and he slipped a little further in. Then she raised and lowered her hips while she rubbed her clit. He heard increasingly wet noises as she shared her pleasure. He put his hands on her soft hips and thrust up slightly until she cried out. “I’m sorry, Mr. Laughlin–I can’t take you any further in. Will this be enough to fill me with your old cum?”
“Yes, baby–I’m going to fill your ass.”
They went non-verbal after that, just moans and groans with the sounds of her self-soothing filling the air. It wasn’t long before she figured out how to clench around the head of his cock to enhance her ability to please.
Finally after a barrage of high-pitch squeals she yelled, “I can’t believe you’re fucking my ass, in this living room, where my parents sit.” That sprung him and he spurted hot cum inside her little asshole. He could hear her rubbing faster and he slapped her cheek.
“Don’t fucking come yet–I want to take care of that. Stand up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Evelyn stopped her rubbing and slowly raised up. His cock was pulled out of her asshole with a pop sound, followed by cum dripping out. He pulled her hip to guide her to turn around, which she did with a big smile. “Put that teen cunt on my mouth.”
“Mmmmm, of course, Sir.”
She stepped up onto the couch and took a wide stance so Mark’s face was between her legs. He leaned forward and into her bush, finding her dripping lips with his tongue. He pushed back her hood with two fingers and worked her clit with his thumb first and then his tongue. Then he pulled her into his so his lips and chin were dripping with her juices.
She ran her fingers through his hair and directed his angle by grabbing the back of his head. Then she started grinding into his mouth, forcing her clit around his tongue and pressing his nose into her cunt. She wanted him to reek of her afterwards. He began sucking and that combined with the grinding set up waves of pleasure that she had never known before. Her knees got weak and she collapsed into his arms, her pussy dripping into his stomach and the couch underneath them.
After a few minutes, she sighed.
“All that fun and I’m still a virgin. Momma would be proud.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7ccocp/rear_entry_mf