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• Well, it's been a good long time since we have a straightforward, non Liv-related prompt, so why not enjoy a MILF fantasizing about her MILF neighbor, while jerking off? Sometimes the simple ideas are the best ones. Thanks to Jeeves, who was the one who wrote this, and allowed me to post it here. Remember to follow his SoFurry or FurAffinity accounts, and donate to his Patreon, if you can. A proper lad he is.

The View from the Porch

Every day from Monday to Friday during the warmer months of the year, the routine was the same. At eight forty five Cynthia's son would head off to college, the campus a thirty minute drive away. At nine, Audrey would slip out of the front door and settle down on her porch seat with a large jug of water, fruit juice or lemonade beside her, a plate with a couple of cookies on it for her to nibble throughout the day, and a stack of two or three books borrowed from the local library. Then, at nine fifteen or thereabouts, Cynthia herself would appear. Like Audrey, Cynthia was in her forties. Like Audrey, Cynthia was divorced and living a pleasant, quiet little suburban life off a rich ex-husband's alimony. And like Audrey, the house cat who lived across the street was chubby, with the sweetest most gorgeously rounded ass, and tits to die for. At least, that was how Audrey saw her. To say that the border collie was attracted to her neighbour wouldn't have just been an understatement. It would have been like describing the titanic disaster as a minor nautical incident, or Mount Everest as a small hillock.

Cynthia loved her garden. It was her absolute pride and joy, and as such she spent a lot of her time out there. Sometimes in jeans and a plaid shirt. Sometimes in a sundress. Sometimes in a pair of overalls. No matter the attire though, Audrey was always watching her. Admiring her. Lusting after her while propping up a book upon her knees and holding it at the top with one hand as she veered between varying degrees of actually reading it, and purely pretending to while actually peering across the street at her neighbour. And if Cynthia was outside, especially if she was doing any gardening that involved bending down or moving around enough to see her ass or tits jiggle around, Audrey was doing one thing and one thing alone with her remaining free hand.

"Ohhgod..."

The border collie gurgled under her breath as nine fifteen rolled around on this particular morning, and Cynthia emerged from the house with her customary deep breath to greet the day, a warm, affectionate glance over her front yard, and then a gentle smile as she saw Audrey sitting and reading, waving to her pleasantly. Audrey waved back, but as soon as she stopped doing so and Cynthia broke their shared gaze to get on with her own activities and to allow her bookworm of a neighbour to continue devouring her latest tome, the dog's hand fell between her legs and began to massage her already swollen cock through the fabric of her leggings.

With her book to conceal the motions of her hand, not able to fully and vigorously jerk herself off but having mastered masturbation via the rhythmic squeezing of her thick, swollen cock's head and upper few inches alone, this was how Audrey spent her days. Huffing and panting under her breath, pretending to read her book, while really indulging her obsession with her neighbour. Not just once. Not just twice a day. But over, and over, and over, and over again. All it took was the slightest motion, and Audrey's mind was off on a devilishly lewd and shameless fantasy adventure starring Cynthia as its lead.

The marmalade striped cat knelt down upon her haunches with trowel in hand, and in Audrey's head she heard screams of pleasure as Cynthia knelt in the middle of the lawn stark naked and breasts jiggling wildly as she planted the metal blade of the trowel into the earth, and bounced vigorously upon the smooth wooden shaft of it as she begged all the passers by on foot and by car to stop and watch her. Over and over again she came explosively, shrieking and begging for an audience but finding none, until finally her beloved neighbour Audrey returned home from the grocery store, and made all her deepest wishes come true. The collie walked over, her own plump body trembling with anticipation as she pulled off her clothes one item at a time before finally revealing her substantial hard-on to Cynthia. A scream of pure rapture escaped the cat, her wildest fantasy being a way to get all the cock she ever wanted without ever having to interact with another man for as long as she lived, and then...

"Nnnhmnhhahhh..."

Audrey snapped back to the real world as her first orgasm of the day struck her, thick spurts of cum oozing through the fabric of her leggings and glistening upon her fingers as she massaged and squeezed her cock throughout the intense peak while keeping it hidden behind her book, and stared hungrily at the still kneeling, gorgeous form of Cynthia across the road.

Over the next ten minutes or so, the border collie actually read a few pages while glancing up at Cynthia every now and then. After that though, with the cat on her hands and knees facing a flower bed away from the road and thus away from Audrey, any remaining recovery time which the collie might ordinarily have needed was wiped away by that incredible sight of Cynthia's chunky ass outlined in the most perfectly tight denim shorts, her slender tail raised high and swaying happily from side to side as she gently hummed to herself. Audrey began to jerk herself anew in continued secrecy, and as she did so, revelling in the additional texture of her leggings' already cum-soaked fabric, she pictured herself standing up and walking across the road right then and there. Kneeling quietly down behind Cynthia, and pantsing the marmalade feline in one swift motion. She wouldn't be upset though. Far from it. She'd shriek with laughter, wiggle her ass in the air temptingly for any and all to see, and mewl giddily as Audrey pulled down her leggings and mounted her neighbour right there in the garden, the two of them rutting like a dog and her bitch in heat. Cynthia would scream so loudly and lose her mind so viciously in the throes of pleasure that she'd grab at her prize flowers and rip them from the soil in her passion, and she'd beat at the grassy earth either side of her with her fists as Audrey's balls slapped sharply at her clit while her pussy erupted with a gushing orgasm, and the dog just kept on humping her harder and faster still.

For a second time in less than half an hour, Audrey grunted as the onset of her orgasm pulled her back to reality. Her toes curled and the hand clutching the book which was concealing her masturbation shook loud enough to make the pages rustle audibly, but still she kept on squeezing and stroking herself through her meagre and now thoroughly saturated, cum-stained clothes. Even when she was done, she couldn't bring herself to stop squeezing her cock no matter how intense and almost painful the sensation. She couldn't not stimulate herself while watching Cynthia bending over like that, her perfect ass so deliciously on show. For another fifteen heavenly minutes the border collie counted down the seconds till she'd be able to jerk herself properly again, and she almost cried out in frustration when barely twenty seconds after she grunted and found herself able to bear more serious stimulation once again, Cynthia shifted position and not only sat upright, but stood and walked back into her house.

Five tortuous minutes passed before the cat returned, adjusting the waistline of her shorts as she did so in a way that suggested to Audrey that she had been using the bathroom. Her eyes rolled back, her cock throbbed and spurted a thick string of pre-cum out through the soaked fabric stretched tight around it, and a moment later she was in Cynthia's house. The cat was in the kitchen pouring herself a drink, but soon she padded over to the restroom, sat down upon the toilet, and began to urinate. Audrey stood in the doorway and watched, and only then did Cynthia look up and see her.

"Naughty girl..."

The cat growled.

"Do you like to watch all women piss? Or just me?"

Audrey grinned and lurched forward, falling to her knees and crawling the rest of the way along the bathroom floor like a feral of her breed with her tongue lolling out. Cynthia's bladder was just about empty by the time Audrey reached the toilet, and the cat purred loudly as she leaned back, thrust her pussy forward over the edge of the toilet seat, and grabbed at a handful of Audrey's hair as the border collie began to greedily eat out the pussy which while neatly trimmed was still sharp with the recent tang of urine for the first few licks. She hungrily ate Cynthia out while the cat held her there tightly, and moaned how filthy, how despicable a dog she was. How she'd never met someone so perverse and shameless, and how it made her so, so fucking horny.

When the border collie came explosively for the third time, it was all she could do not to scream as she swore that for a second she could actually feel Cynthia's juices gushing out across her face. She had been convinced for a long, long time that the cat was a squirter to rival the most obscene out there, and any fantasy that ended with her getting a faceful of those copious ejaculatory juices was always going to drain Audrey's over-productive balls to the very last drop. Once she'd pumped her cock to its temporary satisfaction though, the collie did remove her hand from it this time. She panted and trembled as she wiped off her paw on her outer thigh, then reached over and shakily poured herself a glass of lemonade. It wasn't that hot outside in the late spring sunshine, but even under the shade of her porch, Audrey was most definitely working up a ferocious thirst.

For most of the rest of the day, that same process repeated itself over and over. Audrey's leggings got stickier and more irrevocably infused with the musky scent and glistening wetness of her cum, and Cynthia with only a few short breaks kept pottering around the garden until almost four PM. Finally though, to Audrey's dismay despite having cum well over twenty times in those past seven hours, the cat began to tidy up her various tools in a sure-fire sign that she was getting ready to head inside. Knowing that her next orgasm was likely to be her last of the day though, the border collie did grant herself a special treat. Carefully, surreptitiously, she eased down the front of her leggings and finally exposed her reddened, even more obscenely swollen cock to the open air beyond that sticky mass of fabric and the matted fur of her crotch. Wrapping her hand around it properly now, still keeping her book raised but with a fractionally more urgent and less subtle motion, she started to jerk off again. She didn't care if there wasn't a particular fantasy to cling to this time around. She just wanted to cum while looking at Cynthia with her own two eyes, before she was forced to head inside and spend the rest of her day looking at porn which she could only pretend was the cat she craved.

Over the course of several minutes Audrey pumped and pleasured herself while Cynthia's garden was emptied of tools and the cups from which she'd been sipping herbal teas throughout the day. Finally, the marmalade cat was doing her final tour, inspecting her handiwork and eyeing up any potential tasks for the following day. Audrey whined as she realised that if she didn't push herself a little faster and harder still, she might not cum in time. She might not be able to see Cynthia when she let loose. She knew it was a risk, she knew that going much harder at herself would not only make it hard for her to disguise the motion of her shoulder even if her hand did remain hidden behind the book, but that it would be immensely more difficult to keep from crying out at a substantial volume if she made herself feel that good in Cynthia's presence. That risk was still preferable to not cumming while her eyes were locked upon the cat though, so just seconds later Audrey's cheeks flushed, and she heard the audible wet slapping of her hand sliding vigorously up and down her glistening, older cum and fresh pre-coated cock as Cynthia circled the flower beds and checked the pruning of the shrubberies.

"Please..."

Audrey moaned breathlessly to her neighbour, though she knew Cynthia could not hear her outside of her fantasies, and did not wish to succumb to imagination in that moment no matter how incredible it would have been to see that feline beauty stroll across the road, throw her book aside, and mount her lap for the ride of a lifetime.

"P-please... stay just a little longer..."

Her hand moved faster on her cock, so swift now that every now and then no matter how hard she tried, someone walking past might have seen a brief blur of movement or a twitch of glistening, deep pink flesh appear over the top of her precariously trembling book. She gurgled desperately as Cynthia nodded to herself, and began to stroll towards the front door. She masturbated harder, more savagely still, and let loose a stifled but far from silent yelp in her manic attempt to earn herself the pleasure she needed.

At the last second though, just when Audrey thought that her last orgasm of the day's voyeuristic delights was about to be ruined, Cynthia paused in the doorway to her home. She lingered there for just a couple of seconds as though thinking something over, then turned back to face the garden, leaned out of the door to check whether she'd closed the door to the parking garage where she kept all her tools, and as she did so idly reached down, and without even thinking about it slipped a hand down the front of her shorts to scratch an itch somewhere near her crotch.

Just before she disappeared inside and closed the door behind her, an echoing bark rang out across the neighbourhood, and as Cynthia's door closed behind her and left Audrey alone out on the street with no-one to see her, the collie shuddered, whined and panted as she painted her own face, her heaving chest, and the wall of her home behind her with thick, potent ribbons of her cum. As she surrendered herself to the unbridled bliss of that orgasm, she filed that last fleeting image of Cynthia away in her brain's permanent directory for such visions of perfection. Right up there with the time Cynthia had bent over and showed a substantial portion of her ass crack, and the time she'd sunbathed in just a two-piece in the front yard while her then younger son and his friends were playing in the back, Audrey permanently and vividly locked away the image of Cynthia with her hand down her shorts, with her hand probably touching her pussy in full view of the collie. It was perfection. It was heaven. It was exactly what Audrey had needed to end today with a bang, and as the cum dripped from her face and she hurried her way inside in the orgasm's wake, returning a few minutes later to clean the lingering mess off the walls, it made the collie even more eager for tomorrow when with that image in mind she could watch Cynthia all over again, and find herself with a whole new raft of fantasies for her lustful mind and needy cock to explore together.

Across the road meanwhile, peering out through the lace net-curtains of her living room window, Cynthia stood naked with her hitachi wand pressed hard against her clit on its maximum setting. The marmalade cat gurgled and grunted as she watched Audrey cleaning her own mess off the side of her home, and as with a violent shudder she began to cum, hot juices drumming down onto the towel she'd laid out on the carpet to keep herself from making precisely that sort of mess, she replayed over and over in her mind the unmistakable sound of Audrey cumming just from the sight of her giving her clit a single, teasing tweak.

One day, the cat knew she'd have to tell her neighbour that she knew about her supposedly secretive reading sessions. That she wasn't nearly as subtle as she thought she was in her masturbatory voyeurism of her in particular. But... truth be told, Cynthia was afraid that was all it was. That what turned Audrey on so much was the watching, the secrecy, rather than her in any deep or meaningful sense. Thus, for now, Cynthia would be content just playing along. Just letting Audrey watch her, and pleasure herself over and over and over again while doing so, so that every day from the moment she went to bed at night to the moment she fell asleep from exhaustion, Cynthia could relive the memories of her doing so... and squirt her brains out to fantasies of them sharing their obscene and wild desires together.

By Jeeves