I joined the military when I was seventeen years old to escape a bad family situation. Once I was gone, I never looked back, nor did they ever look for me. The one good thing is that I learned cyber-skills that allow me to live quite well and work from the home that I own outright.

For the last four years, my neighbors have been Bethany and Marc. We’re good neighbors in that we occasionally have each other over for a BBQ or look after each other's homes should we need to go out of town. The three of us are around the same age.

Let me say that Bethany had been fodder for many a night's fantasies. She stood 5’ 10” and weighed about 140 pounds. She had just enough body fat to leave no doubt she was all woman. Her “C” cupped breasts stood high on her chest. For a woman of forty years, she put much younger girls to shame.

One afternoon, I could hear Bethany and Marc arguing. I couldn’t hear what was going on, but soon, Marc stormed out of the house, got into his car, and drove off quite quickly. Soon thereafter I heard Bethany on her back patio crying. I stepped over to her yard to see if there was anything that I could do to help.

As I drew near, I noticed that Bethany was wearing a translucent robe that the light was easily passing through. To make matters worse, it was also not fully closed. It was apparent that she was nude underneath.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. Bethany looked up at me but did nothing to conceal her near nudity. Her head dropped and she began to cry even harder. I wrapped my arm around her and just held her. After about fifteen to twenty minutes, her crying began to subside.

She tucked her head into my shoulder and said, “I’m not too sure when Marc will be coming back.”

I figured it was best to just listen for the time being.

It seemed the right course of action when she began to tell me what caused the argument. “We’ve been trying to have a child for the last four months. Unfortunately, Marc has always been a bit quick on the draw so to speak. Now that he thinks he’s “breeding” me, it excites him even more, and that causes things to happen even quicker. Too quick to put the seed where it needs to go….”

By now, she was looking up at me to judge my reaction. She was okay with what she saw because she continued with her story. “We both got so frustrated that we started saying things to each other. Mean things. That’s why he threw on some clothes and ran out of the house.”

This was when Bethany realized that she was wearing little to nothing. She began to tighten the belt of her robe. This was also when Bethany realized the response my body had had to her attire.

Genetics had been quite good to me and was making itself well known in the front of my khaki shorts.

Bethany brought a hand up to her mouth and covered it in a surprised expression. Her eyes traveled back and forth between my face and groin area. Between imagining her with Marc and seeing her body on display, my body reacted enthusiastically. All eight inches were silently pulsing. The lemon-sized testicles were tightening.

Her closing the robe around her waist only caused it to rise higher on her thighs.

I rarely wear underwear, and today was no exception. The head of my cock slid down below the hem of my shorts. Bethany immediately took notice of the movement. Before I could say or do anything, her hand reached out and touched the head. A drop of pre-cum oozed out onto her finger.

Mesmerized, she got down on her knee and brought her face parallel to my member. Glancing quickly up at me, she unsnapped the button holding my shorts in place, and they dropped around my ankles. My cock was pointing directly at her like a divining rod.

Her head moved forward, her tongue snaked out, and she licked the oozing head. I let out a loud moan.

I then felt a warmth envelope my shaft. The shock was quickly overridden by the pleasure. There was no thought of morality, only pleasure.

Bethany was on her knees, had grabbed my shaft, and was sliding her hand back and forth while bathing my cock with saliva. Her eyes were looking up to ensure I knew who the source of my pleasure was.

My cock began to tighten, signaling my body's intentions. Bethany squeezed my shaft very tight and removed her mouth. “Not yet big boy. There is further work where it’s needed.”

She stood up and, while holding my shaft, led me into her home.

Once inside her bedroom, her robe hit the floor, and she crawled to the center of the mattress. Before me, she lay spread out. Her nipples were hard and pointing at the ceiling. Her breaths were rapid and shallow. Her labia were swollen, and copious amounts of dew covered the lips. The look on her face left no question of her need.

“Just mount me and claim my pussy as yours.” She slid down and opened herself even further.

I quickly disrobed and began to move between her thighs. I had no doubt what my job was at the moment.

As my cock became level with her opening, she raised her hips to entice me even further. The head of my cock found her wet opening. The head slipped in without any trouble but became wedged by the tightness of her pussy.

Her nostrils began to flare, and the muscles became quite taut in her neck.

I pushed my hips forward and was able to get about a third of my shaft inside.

Her body arched, and she screamed, “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

I pulled back and thrust my hips even harder. This time I was able to get about two-thirds within her depths.

She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “Fill me!” I could feel her nails scrapping the flesh of my back.

I withdrew once more and then shoved my cock as deep as I could. I felt myself bottom out into her pubic bone. My balls bounced off the cheeks of her ass.

I gave her a moment to get used to the fullness. I felt her legs slide up my body, and she grasped them with her hands. She was now fully open to me.

My thrusts started slowly and shallow. Her Kegel muscles began to attempt to milk my shaft.

My pace quickened. I had never felt such tightness around my cock.

Soon I began to drive hard into her hole. The head of my cock was bruising her cervical opening.

Bethany’s head was pushed back, mouth fully open, and silently screaming.

The sound of our hips colliding was violently rebounding off of the walls.

I felt the head slip into her cervical cavity, and then my cock stiffened, and my balls tightened. I grabbed Bethany’s head and forced her to look me in the eyes. I needed her to know who was claiming her. My balls started to pump their baby batter deep into her uterus. Rope after rope of cream jettisoned out into her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she began to convulse under me with her own orgasm. A loud scream reverberated around the room. Her muscles continued to milk my shaft.

I had ejaculated so much that some had pushed past my shaft and oozed down to her brown star.

I fell forward, and she enveloped my body. Exhausted, she whispered, “Don’t move. Let them find my eggs.”