Knotting The Neighbor

Slipping downstairs, Carson carefully checks in on his parents and siblings, making sure they’re all asleep. Just to be safe. The faint creak of each step gnaws at him, but he was determined to see her…

As he creeps through the house, making sure everyone is accounted for, he makes his way to the kitchen… And squeals out loud, tripping over the large, fuzzy log sprawled across the tile.

His heart pounds, his hands clasped over his mouth as he scuttles along the tile, lifting himself up… It was just his stupid dog. He stands perfectly still, listening, just to make sure his outburst didn’t wake anyone… But the house is still silent… Except for the Rottweiler panting happily at his feet.

He hadn’t planned for this. If he left the dog inside, the stupid mutt might wake someone… It might be safer just to take him outside… In fact, things might have worked out for the better. This only gave Carson an alibi, in case he got caught… He was just letting the dog out.

Giddy with excitement, he steps out the screen door, the family dog padding along behind him. There had to be a crack in the fence or something that he’d be able to look through. It was an old, wooden fence. There were chips and holes along the whole thing. One of them had to have a good view… Carson quickly scans the perimeter, looking through every peephole he could. Nothing gave him the view he wanted. Nothing was better than his spot upstairs just yet… He’d already come all the way out here though, he had to do something…

Desperate, he tiptoes to the gate, cracking it open to get a direct view of the hot tub… He didn’t need to open it all the way, just a sliver would do. It glides open with a small creak, thankfully not loud enough for anyone to notice. Carson settles down, his hands in his boxers, watching Mrs. Evans from up close… He could see now, one of the slings was ruffled slightly, the material folded in on itself slightly… Her nipple was almost visible…

Carson moans, thinking of all the things he’d love to do to her… His jerk-off session is interrupted, however, as his dog lumbers up behind him, startling him with his cold nose. He keeps himself composed, luckily, shoving the dog away. As long as the stupid thing wasn’t barking, he didn’t mind so much… Mrs. Evans looked so peaceful, so gorgeous… He wanted to watch forever…

A cool breeze ruffles the trees, Mrs. Evans’ hair fluttering. She shivers for a moment, the water rippling. She attempts to sink deeper into the water, before sighing and sitting up. The chilly night air was beginning to be too much for her, slowly climbing out and trembling as she searches for her towel…

“N-no…!” Carson grunts, cracking the gate open further to watch as she almost disappears from sight, her ass and tits jiggling as she leaves the tub. Her smooth, wet body was shimmering, dripping water to the grass. Carson pokes his head through the fence, wanting to savor whatever last moments he could.

Suddenly, he’s shoved backwards, tumbling to the grass as the gate gives an unsubtle creak, swinging wide open. He crawls to his knees just in time to see the large frame of an animal bounding towards the older woman. “S-shit…!” Carson hisses, having unintentionally loosed the dog that had been lurking behind him. He immediately ducks behind the fence, terrified of what might happen next… He was so screwed.

“Oh~! Hey there, boy… Where’d you come from?” Her sweet voice echoes over the fence. Carson cowers, trying to listen to what he can. The Rottweiler’s plodding steps and dopey panting, the soft sound of Mrs. Evans’ feet shuffling around… He couldn’t hear anything else… Carson holds his breath, cowering… Maybe he’d just sneak back inside while he had the chance… As he begins to creep away, something perks up his ears…

“O-oh~… Mmm… A-ahh…” The soft, sweet tone of Mrs. Evans’ voice… but… Something was wrong… He immediately pokes his head out slightly, his jaw dropping. There she was, kneeling in the grass, her wet tits pressed up against the dirt, and his dog on top of her. There were red marks along her thighs, his claws sinking into her perfect skin… Her bubbly ass rippled with each impact.

“G-good boy~… Yes~…! D-don’t stop…!” Her sultry voice was low and quiet, presumably so no one would catch her… Carson was bent over, peeking out from the gate, masturbating furiously. His boxers were around his ankles, tugging at his cock, moaning under his breath… He couldn’t believe this was real… Maybe he was still upstairs, in bed, dreaming… He didn’t think Mrs. Evans was such a… a filthy whore…

“Oh God… O-oh, God~…!” She moans as the dog’s massive, red prick thrusts deep into her, further than anything her husband could ever hope to reach. She winces as his claws drag across her ass, the huge dog growling slightly as she squirms under him, trying to hold her in place to finish breeding her. Her tits were spilling out of their slings, her body shaking as she groans.

Carson couldn’t stop himself anymore, jerking off like his life depended on it. “Fuck!” He gasps, failing to control his volume, Mrs. Evans immediately glancing his way. As their eyes meet, Mrs. Evans’ gasps, though not from her surprise visitor. The dog’s fat knot was pressing into her dripping pussy, forcing squeals of pure ecstasy from her parted lips. Her eyes are welled up with tears, biting her lip, trying desperately not to scream out loud, not breaking eye contact with Carson the entire time.

Carson could feel so much pressure in his chest, something heavy in the pit of his stomach. His face was pale from being caught, but he couldn’t look away now. He was frozen to the spot, unable to move… At least, nothing besides desperately stroking his twitching cock. He was going to cum any second, he couldn’t just stop now.

The intimate sounds of animalistic fucking was driving Carson crazy, watching the woman of his dreams getting bred like a bitch, her curvy body jiggling. Their eyes remain locked as Mrs. Evans lets out one final, silent gasp of pleasure, tears flowing down her cheeks as she orgasms, Carson decorating the fence with a fresh coat of white paint.

After a few moments of catching their breathes, watching each other motionlessly as they both pant, Mrs. Evans seductively motions for Carson to come closer, Carson trembling as he shyly steps into the neighbors’ yard…