My Neighbor Played at Being a Bitch in the Yard

The summer in Hermosillo pushes you up against the wall. At four in the afternoon the concrete is still steaming, and nobody with two brain cells to rub together goes out to the yard unless it’s to smoke. I was shirtless, leaning against the low wall that separates my house from hers, with a half-smoked cigarette and sweat soaking my back. I’d been there twenty minutes, thinking about nothing.

Then she came out.

Lorena. The one everyone on the block calls “the weird one,” with little giggles, because she walks her dogs three times a day and talks to them in different voices. She’d lived alone since her boyfriend left for Tijuana and never came back. Early thirties. Hair dyed a dirty blonde that wasn’t blonde anymore. An old, faded Slayer T-shirt that reached halfway down her ass. Leggings torn at the knees. Barefoot.

She came out into the yard as if she couldn’t see me, even though she had seen me. She got down on all fours on the grass, slowly, arching her back. And then I saw it.

Sticking out from the waistband of her leggings was something. A tail. Long, fluffy, a burnt-wheat color that almost matched the hair on her head. It wasn’t a costume tail taped on. It was attached to the base of an anal plug driven in deep, and it swayed slowly every time she moved her hips or advanced a step on all fours.

I forgot the cigarette between my fingers. It burned down to the filter and I didn’t care.

She looked at me. She didn’t jump, didn’t cover herself. She stayed still for a few seconds, her ass a little higher than her head, and ran her tongue slowly over her lips.

—What’s up, neighbor? —she said, with a deeper voice than I expected—. You like my little tail?

I swallowed.

—It… it moves on its own —I answered, trying not to sound hoarse.

She laughed. The laugh ended in a low growl that came out of her throat, not her mouth.

—It has a life of its own when I’m horny. I’ve been smelling you from the window for weeks. Your sweat when you wash the car. Your cigarette smoke. The way you jerk off on the couch when you think the blind is all the way closed. —She moved one step on all fours. The tail swayed between her cheeks as if the plug were alive—. I get this bitchy. I put this in and drag myself around the house imagining you’re the one fucking me from behind.

I dropped the cigarette onto the concrete. I didn’t put it out with my foot.

—Climb the wall —she said—. Come smell me up close. I’ll let you smell my cunt before you put it in me. And maybe I’ll let you pull my little tail while you ride me.

—What if somebody sees us? —I asked, even though the question was rhetorical.

—Let them look —she growled—. Let them know I’ve got an owner. Jump, you bastard.

I jumped. I landed badly, almost twisting my ankle, and by the time I lifted my head she was already turned away from me, with her leggings yanked down to her ankles in one sharp pull. No underwear. Her skin glistened with sweat along the curve of her waist. The plug was still there, sunk between her cheeks, the fluffy tail beginning to move with her quickened breathing.

I knelt on the grass. The grass burned. I grabbed her ass, pulled it apart, and smelled.

The smell was strong. Animal, sweet and salty at the same time, mixed with the silicone scent of the toy. I licked once, slowly, from bottom to top, avoiding the plug, tracing the whole line of her sex.

She shoved her hip against my face and let out a sound that was half moan and half little bark.

—That’s it… put your tongue in me… I want the taste to stay in your mouth so you won’t forget who you belong to…

I pushed my tongue in as far as I could. She was hot, soaked, throbbing around me. She started moving in circles, grinding against my mouth as if I were nothing more than a tool between her thighs.

—Higher… the clit… suck it slow first… yes… like that… fuck… you’re good… —Her voice rose and fell, and every so often a sound slipped out of her that didn’t seem fully human—. My cunt is throbbing already… my little tail already wants you to pull it…

I pulled my shorts down. I was so hard it hurt just brushing against the cotton. I set the tip between her swollen lips.

—Not slow —she cut in, looking back over her shoulder. Her eyes were bright and her pupils wide, like she was somewhere else—. Jam it in at once. I want to feel you open me like a female in heat while the tail moves with you inside.

I pushed. I went in all the way. She howled once, rough and short, and clenched her inner muscles around me with a force I hadn’t expected.

—Fuck… —she growled—. Ride me… ride me hard… I’m your bitch with a toy tail…

I started pounding her without mercy. Each thrust slapped against her ass with a dry crackle that mixed with the buzzing of the cicadas. The fluffy tail slapped my lower belly every time I drove in deep. I ran my hand along her waist, found the base of the plug and tugged a little outward, just enough for her to feel it shift. Then I shoved it back in again.

—Pull the tail! —she barked, lifting her hips higher—. Pull it while you fuck me! I want to feel it moving inside me every time you fill me!

I pulled. I fucked her harder. She panted in a weird rhythm, broken, almost like a dog after a run. “Hjf… hjf… deeper… mark me…”

—What do you want me to do when I come? —I asked between gasps. My chest was burning.

—Inside —she said, without hesitation—. Fill me. And when you cum, my cunt’s going to clamp down hard, it’s going to trap you, we’re going to stay stuck together. Don’t get scared, bastard. That’s how it is with the bitch. Just come and mark me.

The idea was insane, but it made me lose the last bit of control I had left. I rammed into her brutally, holding the base of the tail and yanking upward with each thrust. Every pull made her arch her back more and squeeze her thighs. I could feel her throbbing, contracting, milking me before my time.

—I’m coming —I growled.

—Do it… fill me… I want to feel you empty inside… I want to smell like you all week… come inside your bitch with the tail!

Three more thrusts. I saw black for a second, literally. I came in long waves, feeling her shudder and clamp around me in pulses that matched mine.

And then what she had anticipated happened.

Something closed at the base of my cock. It wasn’t a cramp, it wasn’t any ordinary contraction. It was as if a ring of muscle swelled from inside and grabbed me from the entrance of her sex. I couldn’t pull out a centimeter. I was stuck to her, ass to ass, in the grass, under the sun that was already beginning to tilt.

—Lorena… —I murmured, trying to move.

She let out a shaky laugh, still panting.

—It’s the knot —she said, almost proudly—. Don’t move. It goes down on its own. Twenty minutes. Half an hour. Enjoy it. My little tail is still inside and it’s going to stay inside until it’s done.

I tried to pull out, gently. All I managed was to make her moan louder and her walls tighten around me with another wave. Sweat ran down my forehead, my spine, to the ground. The fluffy tail was crushed between our bodies, still wet with my saliva. The plug was still all the way in.

—That’s fucked… —I said, more to myself.

—It’s good —she whispered, letting her head fall forward—. I’ve got you. I’ve got you inside. My cunt won’t let you go until it’s completely satisfied.

Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. Twenty. My knees were burning against the dry grass. My hands were planted beside her hips, my palms slick with sweat. She had two small echo orgasms, without me moving, just breathing.

And then Señora Quintero came out into the yard across the way, hose in hand.

***

Señora Quintero was about sixty-five, salon-styled every Wednesday, and had a sense of decency that got wherever she was going before she did. It took her three seconds to process what she was seeing, and another three to decide what to do with that information.

—What a disgrace! —she shrieked, her voice so high some dog answered from two houses down—. In the yard like animals! I’m going to burn you alive!

And she opened the water all the way. The hose was hooked up to the outside heater faucet, the one used to wash dishes at backyard barbecues. A jet of scalding water came out, in a full arc, straight toward us.

Lorena howled for real, this time in surprise and pain. I tried to jump, but I couldn’t. The blast of water, the shout, and the shock instantly loosened the knot. I came out with a wet, ridiculous sound that would have made me laugh in any other circumstance. Semen and her fluids ran down my thighs. The plug stayed inside one second longer before she moved and let it drop onto the grass with a dull thud.

Señora Quintero kept yelling.

—I’m calling the police! Filthy pigs! Shameless! This block has turned into a brothel!

Lorena half rose. She hauled her leggings up in one yank. Her tail of hair was ruined, her body shining with sweat and hot water, red marks on her neck where I’d bitten down without realizing it. She looked at me with eyes still bright.

—Tomorrow —she said softly, while the old woman kept howling from her wall—. At my place. Door closed. But I want this to be different. On the kitchen table. Tied up with a leash. Bite my neck until you leave the mark. And a plug bigger than this one. With a fluffier tail.

—And the knot? —I asked.

—The knot is going to last longer —she said, and licked her lips again—. All afternoon, if you can handle it.

I wiped my face with my forearm. My cock was still half-hard, still dripping, gleaming under the sun.

—I’ll be there —I told her.

I climbed back over the wall. I landed in my own yard just as Señora Quintero pointed a finger at me and swore on all her dead that she was going to talk to my mother, the priest, and the police chief, in that order.

I went into my house, closed the door, and leaned against it for a few seconds. My heart was pounding in my throat. My knees still burned. I smelled like Lorena from the waist down, like sweat and something deeper and dirtier I didn’t know how to name. I sank onto the floor of the foyer, back against the wood, and laughed to myself. I laughed hard and ugly, the way she had laughed before.

Never in my life had I felt anything like that. Nothing so animal, so absurd, so ridiculously real. And I was already counting the hours until I could climb that wall again.