0 comments/ 94576 views/ 15 favorites My Little Jewish Neighbor By: ellisbecker I’d really only talked with her a couple times before that night. Her name was a Alyssa, I knew that much. And she was Jewish. Other than that, she was an unknown to me. I was pretty sure she was Freshman, but she could have very easily been a Sophomore. And she had to have been 18 or 19, but I was unclear of any rock-solid facts. She was cute. Not normally my type. But cute never-the-less. Her skin was very pale, and her hair was brown and frizzy. She didn’t wear it big like Streisand or anything, keeping it tied back in a loose pony-tail. Her nose was the standard-issue Jewish nose. No offense to any Jewish folks reading, mind you. She was mousy. A book-wormish type. If you passed her on the street, you might not even give her a second glance. But there was a sexiness about her, that, when you see it, makes you want to do nothing but fuck the glasses right off her nose. Her body was spot-on perfect. Petite, with some padding packed tightly into a small frame. Nice, full ass with matching supple breasts. A tight, faded cotton t-shirt from some Jewish summer camp she must’ve gone to a few years back clung tightly to her frame, and those wonderful breasts looked like trophies jutting out from her small body. The shirt had shrunk some in the laundry over the years, and her little semi-flat cottony stomach peeked out from underneath. She wore your standard college-girl flannel lounge pants that all college girls wear, giving them the look like they’d just come from a big slumber party Her feet were bare and her the little toe-nails on her stubby little toes were painted a girly pink color. And I couldn’t help but notice she was clutching a half-empty bottle of that cheap fruit-punch Kool-Aid wine girls like to drink in her right hand. When I saw her standing outside my door that Thursday night, I no longer gave two shits if I made it to the bar to hook up with some ditzy college co-ed like I’d planned. I wanted her. Alyssa began by saying that we’d been living next to each other for so long and the fact that we didn’t know each other at all was a crime. I didn’t realize we’d been living next to each other for so long, but I went along with it. She stood real close to me, and I could smell the wine on her heavy, slow breathes. She looked me in the eye, with a slightly nervous by sensual glint, and I led her into the living room with her sweaty free hand clenched in mine. We went into the living room and started talking. She sat close on the couch and shared her wine with me. I drank some to humor her, but not very much. I hated the shit, for one thing. And for another, I wanted to see her enjoy the bottle, if you catch my drift. She rambled on about her school, her complete lack of social life and so on. Her voice was very squeaky and high-pitched. It’s a bit odd, at first. But once you get used to her, it’s pretty cute. I could see her erect nipples poking through her ratty old t-shirt, and her massive chest heaved with every breath. Every now and again, her hand would touch my shoulder or my thigh on accident. My cock was very stiff, and I know she could see it. I’d see her eyes dancing back and forth from my face, the large lump in my crotch. She tried not to notice it, but I could tell she was having trouble. Every now and again she’d loose her train of thought and have to start over, her eyes lingering longer, and her breasts beginning to rest on my arm. Eventually, we ended up kissing. I don’t quite remember how, but I assume I made the first move. I pulled her onto my lap, and shoved my tongue in her mouth. She reciprocated hungrily, like a rabid dog. Her knees rested on either side of my thighs, and her crotch hovered above mine. I pulled her down and ground her crotch against my hard cock. She gasped, and I think was genuinely surprised. But eventually she got into it, and ground into me. It was wonderful to feel the weight of her body, dry humping against me. Her chest rested against mine, as I tasted the liquor on her tongue. Alyssa eventually collapsed onto me, panting loudly. She leaned in and whispered into my ear: “Geez, we’re being so naughty!” Like we were little kids doing something our parents might come in and scold us for any minute now. I ran my hands up and down her back. She moaned softly and pressed her pelvis harder against my cock. I slid my hands down her back and into the back of her lounge pants. She gasped and I could feel her body tense as my hands played with the satin panties she had on. “What do you want to do?” she whispered in my ear. “I want you to take off your clothes.” “O-o-okay,” she stuttered, climbing off my lap. She stood nervously in front of me, fidgeting with her hands. “Go ahead,” I said softly. Alyssa peeled off her top and her breasts, encased in a satiny white bra came into view. Her cleavage was snowy-white, with a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the living room light. I leaned in and kissed the tops of her breasts, running my tongue along the tops. My hands reached behind her and unfastened the bra straps. I felt the tension in the bra go lax, and she shrugged the straps off. Carefully, I pulled the bra away from her body and tossed it aside. Quickly, my hands went to her little pink erect nipples, twisting them gently. Her eyes closed and she moaned through clenched teeth, her head swaying slightly back and forth. I couldn’t tell if it was the liquor or the moment that made her head sway, but I didn’t give it much thought. I leaned in and took one nipple into my mouth and slipped my other hand down into her pants. She yelped loudly and her body tensed again. She was now sort of half-standing, half-leaning into me. I began diddling her clit with my hand and I could feel her panties getting soaked. She relaxed and began moaning, in this low, throaty voice that seemed a bit uncharacteristic of her. I continued this for several minutes, sucking her tit/diddling her clit/sometimes slipping a finger into her pussy, until her moans turned into short, staccato yelps. Gasps for air. She was about to cum. Her body was shaking, and moved my fingers faster and faster on her clit. And then she froze, screamed loudly, and a guiser of cum shot from her pussy, soaking my hand and her panties. I kept fingering her, until she relaxed and fell down on top of me. We were both sweating and panting, like we’d just run a marathon. I removed my hand from her panties and licked off her juices, as she watched in wide-eyed amazement. I wondered if she’d ever seen anyone lick pussy juice. Or if she even knew you could lick the stuff. She tilted her head up slowly and whispered to me: “I got my pants all wet.” She sounded so innocent, as the slight smell of fruit juice filled my nostrils. “Well why don’t you take them off?” “Okay,” she said, smiling. She groggily propped her self up on her arms and kissed me. I could feel her nipples tickling my chest. She pulled back and licked the sweat off my forehead, before she stood up. Unceremoniously, she slipped her flannel lounge pants and panties down her legs and her meaty white thighs and little brown muff (surprisingly well trimmed, I might add) came into view. She smiled and kicked her clothes aside. I told her how gorgeous she looked, and her smile managed to get even brighter. “What should I do now?” she innocently asked. I didn’t answer. She stood watching me, idly playing with herself, as I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the large tent my cock had left in my teal boxer-briefs. “Take off my underwear.” Not taking her eyes off the cock-tent, Alyssa got on her knees. Tentatively, she placed her hands on either side of cock, which spas med at her touch. She slinked her hands up my pelvis, her fingers leading the way, until she reached the waistband of my underwear. Her fingers carefully took old of the underwear and pulled out. I lifted up, as she worked it slowly down my body. I’ve always loved the feel of a girl pulling off my underwear. Her eagerness brought her head very close to my cock, and she yelped when my cock leapt out and tapped her on the nose. Her eyes crossed as she starred at the purple head, and she froze. Her mouth gaped and her hands slipped away from my underwear. I chuckled. “Give it a kiss, Alyssa.” Almost robotically, she leaned forward and kissed the tip. The kiss was innocent at first, not more than a schoolyard peck on the cheek. But the next kiss wasn’t so innocent. Her lips hovered above the tip. Warm, musty breath tickling my sensitive cock. Her lips slowly made contact, wrapping themselves around the purple tip. She began suckling sensitively, like a baby on its mother’s nipple. Her little tongue would sometimes tickle the tip briefly, on accident. It was one of most wonderful things I’d ever felt. I decided I needed to get my underwear the rest of the way off, as the waistband was starting to press uncomfortably against my balls. I lifted myself up slightly, and my cock slipped away from her. She whined slightly, as I slipped my underwear down my legs and kicked it to the side. She quickly attacked my cock with her mouth, her lips attempting to take their place before I’d even resituated myself. Her tongue lapped at my cock, as my butt found its seat. By reflex, I put my hand softly on the back of her head, stroking her frizzy hair gently. Her hands rested on my inner thigh, as she briefly suckled the tip of my dick again. It felt so fucking good. Then she pulled back slightly, and licked the underside of my dick. She licked a straight line from the tip, down to my scrotum. She carefully cleaned my balls with her tongue, kissing them periodically and finishing the act by taking as much of testicles into her mouth that she could get in. I moaned loudly, her hands stroking the hair on my thigh. “Put your hands behind your back,” I said softly. “Mmmkay” she said softly and complied. Her back arched and her breasts jutted outward. And then she dived forward and inhaled about half of my cock into her mouth. She was suddenly very hurried, like there was a time limit. She bobbed up and down, her hair flapping wildly in the air and her mouth attacking my cock like a Popsicle on a hot day. Alyssa slowly worked all of my dick into her mouth. Her nose buried in my pubes, my balls on her chin. I cursed at her, telling her what a hot fucking mouth she had and what a little slut she was. She moaned around my dick. Her moan was high and sounded somewhat like a very labored whimper. Eventually, I felt myself cumming. I grasped the back of her head and held it firmly, with my cock buried deep within her throat. She yelped in surprise, her hands falling forward and wrapped around my legs for support. I erupted, shooting wave after wave of cum deep into my little Jewish neighbor’s throat. I could feel her tongue caressing the underside of my dick, as she drank the semen in. She wasn’t used to drinking cum, I don’t think. But she adapted well and didn’t let a drop escape. As my orgasm left me, she made sure my dick was good and clean. I half expected her to run and get a towel and dry it off, but she didn’t. I groaned and leaned back on the couch. I realized I’d never taken off my t-shirt, which was now soaked and stuck to my body. “That was so fucking great, Alyssa” I said, peeling my soiled shirt from my body. She moaned. “I didn’t....” And she trailed off. I looked down and saw her resting her head on my thigh, nestled next to my cock. “You didn’t what, Alyssa?” “I didn’t... I didn’t know you could drink cum...” And she was asleep. She was out for the night. I carried her into my bedroom and laid her down on my big brass bed. I tucked her, coping a slight feel of her wonderful breasts. I went into the bathroom, used the toilet and brushed my teeth. I went back and climbed into the bed, next to her under the covers. She moaned and rolled over, resting her head on my chest. Her hand took hold of my spent cock and we drifted off to sleep. At some point in the night, I woke up to a wonderful sensation. Alyssa’s lips were clasped around my nipple, sucking madly, and her hand jacked my newly erect cock. She moaned softly and I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or what. I didn’t quite have the energy to move, so I just laid back and enjoyed the hand job. I came quickly and ejaculated all over her hand and thigh. I moaned and fell back asleep. And when I woke up at nine the next morning, she was gone. My Little Jewish Neighbor Ch. 02 Seeing that Alyssa had gotten out of their before I woke up backed up a lot of my fears. Had I taken advantage of this girl? Sure, she wanted it. No doubt. You can’t be “forced” into doing something with as much ferver as she did. But see, that’s beside the point. What I figure is that she had a crush on me, and with the help of cheap Kool-Aid wine, she acted on it. People don’t do things they don’t *want* to do when they’re drunk. They don’t magically turn into crazed fucking machines, sucking off whatever neighbor happens to be home. They do things that they want to do, but lack the courage to do sober. Alyssa wanted to suck me off, drunk or not. But should I have been man enough to not let her do it? And more importantly, would the sober Alyssa be angry at me for letting her? I had to find out. I tossed on a robe and headed over to her apartment. My stomach sank, as her roommate answered the door. Girl’s tend to be very protective of their friends, and I really didn’t wanna get chewed out by Blondie here. “You must be Ellis,” she said, shaking my hand. It was much friendlier than I’d expected, and I knew that she wasn’t going to chew me out. She smiled slyly. She knew what happened, and I think she was glad. Her name was Chrissie. I’d seen her around at a few parties before. She was your standard slutty, Californian blond, with a petite frame and a wild glint in her big, blue eyes. Ordinarilly, she would have been more my type. But on that day, I was more concerned with the mousy Jewish girl sitting at the table behind her. I could see Alyssa tense up when Chrissie ushered me in.. But Chrissie smiled a sly smile and said she’d leave us alone. She had class to go to. She said goodbye to Alyssa, told us to be good and sauntered out the door. Alyssa got up, nervously and met me in the kitchen. She’d showered since she left my place, as her hair smelled like shampoo. She wore a pair of short flannel shorts and a tight, white tank-top. The outfit wasn’t much, but it accentuated all the right curves. “H-h-hello, Ellis,” she said nervously. “Hi” I smiled and stepped closer to her. “Look,” she said, playing with her hands, “I’m sorry about last night. I had a bit too much to drink and I shouldn’tve barged in on you like that.” “Don’t be sorry. Do you regret it?” “No... er, yes. Well, I regret that I came on to you like that and that you had to take pity on me, when you coulda been out with other girls...” I cut her off. “I didn’t take pity on you. I wanted you.” ”You did?” she asked, somewhat surprised. “I still do.” A mild gasp escaped her lips, but no words. This girl had a great potential to be a wild, sexual being. And I could tell from the look in her eye, she wanted to become that person. I stepped forward and took her into my arms. My erection poked through the robe and pressed against her stomach. I kissed her soft lips, as I felt her cool little hand grasping my stiff cock. My hands began roaming her back and she slowly jerked my cock. Her body felt so tight and alive. So warm beneath my hands. I caressed her meaty silk thighs as she panted in my ear and nibbled on the earlobe. I pushed her back into the cabinet, shoving my tongue further down her stomach. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. My robe came undone and I wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her slightly off the ground. We dry humped frantically—my naked cock grinding against her flannel-covered privates. Sweat poured down our faces and she moaned into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she groaned. I wondered briefly if she was a virgin, but I figured she couldn’t be if she was so willing. I set her down on the ground, in front of the cabinet. I peeled her tight flannel shorts and thin cotton panties down her legs and tossed them into the corner. I reached between her legs and was surprised to find her pussy was soaking wet. I cupped her buttocks and lifted her towards me. She spread her legs instinctively, and wrapped her arms around my neck She gasped and I grunted as my cock slid into her cunt. Her legs hooked around my back and she held me tight, her cotton-covered tits pressed against my chest and began fucking her against the counter. I thrust firmly and quickly into her, and she yelped and moaned into my ear. We sweated profusely, as our bodies slapped against each other. We eventually lost our footing, standing like that, and slid onto the floor. I rolled her onto her back and fucked her hard against the cold, hard linoleum. She stretched her arms out and laid flat, as I drove my cock into her. Her sweat-soaked shirt was translucent and her meaty breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible. The thin white tank-top stuck to her skin and had ridden up until her smooth belly was visible, a layer of sweat glistening in the florescent kitchen light.. She leaned forward and began sucking my nipples, as I fucked her. Her little tongue swirled around my left nip, and I could feel her teeth lightly grazing it. She reached down with her other hand, and began diddling her clit. She moaned loudly into my chest, and I could feel my balls starting to rumble. I pushed her back against the ground and kissed her passionately on the lips. I thrust into her, hard, a couple more times, before I erupted in orgasm. She continued to finger her clit as I came, and an orgasm hit her moments later. We lay there, our sweaty bodies sticking to the linoleum for several moments. She reached up and peeled off her shirt, and her big breasts flopped into view. I shirked my robe and lay down beside her, idly playing with her left nipple. “That was wonderful,” she said. Her sweaty leg rested across mine, as she rolled onto her stomach and looked me in the eye. “Yeah, it was,” I said. “You’re amazing. Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” I was very curious. She fucked like she was an old pro, like she was this hardcore cock-slut. But she didn’t hold herself like one or give off the vibe of being a girl who’d ever seen a boy naked, let alone fucked like that in their kitchen. “Oh you know,” she said, playing with my nipple, “here and there.” “So you have fucked before?” “Oh sure. Lots of times.” “I had no idea you’d be so talented.” She seemed genuinely surprised to find out she was good at sex. “How many guys have you slept with?” “Oh just two, besides you. And nobody as good as you, either.” “Tell me about them,” I said, my right hand massaging her buttocks. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. She started off hesitantly, unsure of where to begin. But after some prodding on my part she finally got going. The first boy’s name was Jeff. He was 20, and he took her cherry by force in the front seat of his dad’s beat-up truck. He was a faded high school football jock, that had drank himself out of college and into a lucrative career at McDonald’s, where he met Alyssa. They screwed off and on after that, mostly quick fucks in his car or the occasional blowjob or hand job in the store room at work. But he got fired for stealing when Alyssa turned 16 and she never really saw him after that. At 17, Alyssa fucked her best friend, Erik. Erik was a heavy-set German kid she’d befriended a few years prior and he never got a lot of attention from other girls. He wasn’t attractive to her, but she felt bad for him and she was terribly curious to try sex again. For the next couple years, she used Erik as a guinea pig to try out sex stuff she read about and heard from friends. He was okay, but she usually did all the work. They stopped when Erik’s family moved back to Germany. “I wanted you when I first saw you, but I was too scared to talk to you. Chrissie kept goading me on to hit on you, but I was sure you wouldn’t be interested. I mean, you have girls over all the time. Girls ten times more attractive than me. Finally, Chrissie got me drunk and pushed over to your door. And the rest is history.” “Well, I’m glad she did. I figured you for a goodie-goodie who was gonna wait until marriage, not the hot slut I’ve got in my arms right now.” “Oh no. I’m no goodie-goodie. I love sex too much for that.” I chuckled and assured her that I was very happy for that fact. My skin squeaked against the linoleum as I shifted my weight, and I realized how dirty I was. “Ugh,” I groaned, “I think I need to shower.” ”I was just thinking I needed to take another one,” she said in a husky voice, “You wanna join me?” Of -course, I agreed and we groggily stood up and headed nude down the hall to the bathroom. My Little Jewish Neighbor Ch. 03 In the weeks since she drunkenly sucked my cock, Alyssa and I had gotten pretty close. Well, close in the sense that we fucked a lot. Pretty much whenever either one of us got a moment’s free time, we went at it. I began to realize that I’d underestimated the “sensual glint” in her eye. I assumed she was a little repressed. But I had no idea she was such a dirty fuckslut She wanted to fuck all the time. Hardly a minute had passed since our first encounter that my cock wasn’t buried somewhere in her. She liked to be taken or commanded; to be bent over tables or shoved against doors; to be bathed in cum and lick it off. She enjoyed it when I held her hair as she sucked me off, or to fuck in public places. She was up for anything and everything—mostly things she had no idea existed. We’d done a lot of freaky things since we met, and I’d have to say it was the best sex I’d had in a long time. But there was a problem. By about the third week, I sensed that the clock was ticking on our relationship. Aside from the mutual love of our respective interlocking parts, we had nothing in common. When we weren’t fucking, we really weren’t talking. And if we were talking, it was about fucking. Those relationships are nice, of course. But they can only last so long. I had begun to exhaust my sexual creativity. My last long-term sex buddy relationship was with a girl named Chloe, who was this cute hippie girl I’d met freshman year. She was a freak, sexually, and she controlled our relationship. She guided me through our sex life, taking me to interesting and wild new areas. With Alyssa, I had to be the sex guide, and I wasn’t sure how much further to take it. That’s what led me to ass-play. Chloe had introduced me to the world of rimjobs, anal sex and such, but I’d never gotten a whole lot out of it. Perhaps I’m too much of a priss or something, but I was always leary about it. I kind of assumed that Alyssa wouldn’t be into it, but I was getting to the point where I needed to try something new, or cut it off. So I figured what the hell. I went over to her apartment one afternoon, when I knew she’d be just getting home from school, intent on assaulting that glorious ass of hers. See, Alyssa is nothing if not a creature of routine. She’s a very meticulous girl, and arrives home at around 4:15 everyday and proceeds to take a long, and thorough shower. It was almost 4:30 when I knocked on her door, and I knew she’d be in the middle of her daily after shower. Chrissie answered the door in a bright, pink sports bra and black jogging shorts, drinking from a bottle of Gator-Aid. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her tan skin looked shiny, and I assumed she’d just come from the gym. “Hi Ellis!” she chirped at me, smiling brightly, “What’s up?” “Is Alyssa home?” “Yup, she’s in the shower. C’mon in.” She turned and walked away from the door and I followed. “You can wait out here, if ya like.” “No, that’s okay. I think I’ll just join her.” “Oh,” she grinned, “I see.” Her big blue eyes danced up and down, scanning my body. “Suit yourself.” With that, she turned and sauntered back into the living room, her tiny bubble butt bouncing all the way. And after getting one last good look at it, I made my way to the bathroom... As I neared the door, I heard the shower turn off and the curtain slide open. I opened the door to find her standing, nude and wet, reaching for a towel. She jumped slightly when saw me, forgetting the towel. But when she realized it was me, she quickly smiled. “Hey baby,” she said, water dripping from her body. I slipped off my shirt and said nothing. I took Alyssa in my arms, and my unbuckled jeans fell to the floor. My tongue shot down her throat, and she immediately grabbed my cock. My hands ran over her body. I didn’t caress her--I molested her. And she loved it. She moaned in my mouth the minute my hands clutched her ass and pulled wet body into mine. My underwear-enclosed cock pressed into her belly, soaking it. I ran my tongue down her neck, and ushered her over to the sink. “Turn around,” I told her. “Whatever you say,” she purred. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were little slits, as lust overtook her. She turned herself slowly around, and I immediately ground my pelvis into her ass. She moaned loudly and grasped the counter. “Spread your legs,” I whispered firmly into her ear. Alyssa complied, her wet feet squeaking on the bathroom linoleum. Water dripped from her body, as her hands flattened themselves on the sink. Her arms pushed her meaty breasts together, creating a lovely valley of cleavage. Strands of soaking hair hung in front of her face. She stared at herself in the mirror—nude, wet and bent over the bathroom sink—with an almost frightening look of lust and determination. “Fuck me,” she growled, wiggling her ass. “Not yet,” I said secretively. She pouted, but I ignored her and began inspecting her body. Her tender pussy lips were swollen and pulsing, open and ready. But they weren’t the focus of attention today. I watched as water, and probably now, sweat, dripped down the curve of her back. A droplet of water formed near her right shoulder blade, and began rolling downward. I leaned in and licked it off. I began kissing her back, savoring the wet taste of her skin. I could feel my cock bumping against her thigh and leg, and heard her whimpering. I licked my way down her spine, until I reached her marvelous, rounded ass cheeks. “Please just fuck me, Ellis,” she begged, but I didn’t answer. I planted kisses around her ass, periodically licking or sucking it. As I came closer to her sweet crack, I spread her damp ass cheeks, and savored the opportunity to look at her clean, puckered asshole. “Hold your cheeks apart for me,” I told her. She complied, clutching each cheek in her fingers. This forced her to lean forward even more, pushing her uncomfortably against the sink. I reached between her legs and began diddling her clit, and began tonguing her ass cheeks. I circled around her asshole, getting closer each time around. “What are you doing, Ellis?” I didn’t answer. I planted my lips around her asshole, tickling the anus with my tongue. “Shit. Fuck,” she cursed. She fell forward, letting go of her cheeks, .as she grappled to brace herself on the counter. Her cheeks smacked around my face and I slipped my tongue into her tight asshole. She bucked forward, knocking the liquid hand soap to the ground with her errant arm, but I pulled her back to me. “What the fuck,” she groaned. She sounded animalistic, and more depraved than I’d heard her before. As my tongue pushed its way through her ring, I slid a finger into her pussy. This seemed to relax her a bit and I was able to feed more of my tongue into her virgin hole. Her rectum was tight around my tongue, and she moaned louder than I’d ever heard her before. I wiggled my tongue in circles, and devoured her ass. Alyssa quivered and shook, moaning low and steady. She was enjoying herself, I could tell. But I was assaulting her ass with such force, it was a bit overwhelming. She yelped as I shoved another finger into her pussy. It wasn’t long until I felt her body begin to tense. Her moaning grew louder, and more staccato, and I knew her orgasm was close. My fingers slipped from her pussy and I began diddling her clit again. I jabbed her ass faster with my tongue, and my free hand slid down her back, and came to a rest on her left cheek. “Fucking damn,” she growled, “I’m cumming. I’m fuuucck...” She trailed off. Her rectum tightened around my tongue, and her body quivered and shook. I pinched her cheek hard, and twisted slightly. She screamed out, in the midst of her orgasm. Her juices coated my arm, as her legs gave way. I pulled my tongue out of her anus, and she sank to her knees in front of me. “How the fuck did you know I’d like that so much?” she asked me, panting like a dog. Sweat now mingled with the moisture from her shower. I looked at her sitting like that, and I realized I was foolish to think she wouldn’t into this. This was right up her alley. She was up for anything. “Because you’re dirty,” I joked. She laughed playfully, as I stood in front of her with my hard cock bobbing inches from her face. I got my toothbrush from the medicine cabinet adjacent to the mirror and began brushing my teeth. “Well you’re sure as shit right,” she said, “I fucking loved that.” I looked down at her, nude on her knees in front of me. Her wet, sweaty body shone in the florescent bathroom light. I reached down to rub her back, and noticed her back was sticky. She leaned into my crotch and began licking the sides of my balls. You know, the dirty parts. Where it gets sweaty and sticky. She licked the sweat from the undersides of my balls, and even licked that space between my legs. She did so with eagerness, like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. I spit into the sink, and rinsed the toothpaste from my mouth. She began sucking on my balls, slowly jerking my cock. What had to come next was very apparent to me, so I reached into the sink drawer, and handed her a small container of Vaseline. “Spread this all over my cock.” “Why?” she asked. “You’ll find out in a minute.” She accepted that, and put a generous glob of the goo on my hard cock. Using both of her tiny hands, she eagerly worked it into my shaft. It felt amazing, having her slimy hands working my cock like that. Part of me just wanted to let her stroke me to orgasm, but I had to press on. “Get up,” I told her, as I helped her to her feet. I moved her over the toilet, and put the lid down. “Kneel down on the toilet and grab the towel rack.” She shot me a confused, innocent look. But she complied never-the-less. I took her ass cheeks in my hand, and began kneading them like dough. She moaned softly, as I pushed them together and pulled them apart. The little anal rosebud opened and closed, as I pulled the cheeks apart. It amazed me how relaxed she was. She didn’t really know what I was going to do, but she was completely at ease. She trusted me, absolutely. I slid a finger into her anus, causing her to tense slightly. But a few gentle strokes calmed her down. Her ass was pretty wet from my tongue earlier, so I figured between that and the lube on my cock, she’d be fine. I removed my finger from her ass and moved in close. Gently, I rubbed her ass cheeks and kissed her shoulder. “Are you ready?” I whispered. “Ready for what?” she purred. Her eyes half-closed, her body quivering in anticipation. I aligned my cock with her rosebud, slipping my head into the entryway. “This...” She gasped, and her eyes shot open. Her mouth gaped slightly, and that look of animal lust from earlier returned. She pressed back against me, pushing the head of my cock in just a bit further. Slowly, I slid into her. I was careful not to hurt her, as I moved in and out. The rim job must have loosened her up enough, because it was pretty easy-going for me to slip my cock in there. I took hold of her hips, and pulled her backside to me. She stood, but hung on to the towel rack. “Holy fuck,” she groaned, as my cock worked its way into her ass. She grit her teeth. and railed on the towel rack. “Stick it me, Ellis. All the way.” “Are you sure?” I asked, “It’s gonna hurt like hell.” “I don’t care.” Her voice lower, and more intense. She wriggled her ass from side-to-side, trying to work it further back onto my cock. I knew it would hurt her I just shoved it in, but she wanted it. So I grabbed hold of her mid-section, and thrust forward quickly and firmly. She screamed and her knees buckled, as my cock impaled her. She fell back onto her knees on the toilet seat, and I watched her wince with pain. I leaned forward and kissed her ear as my cock bottomed out. “Are you okay?” Her ass cheeks were nestled in my crotch. She was sweaty and panting, crouched bent over the toilet. “Yeah, I think so.” “Do you want me to stop?” She grunted and shook her head. Her eyes were closed and I think she was in pain. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” she screamed, “Just fuck me, please!” Never refuse a girl who has your dick up her ass, that’s my motto. Taking hold of her fleshy hips, I screwed her long, powerful thrusts. It was silent in the bathroom, except for the sound of her thighs slapping against mine. She whimpered as my cock drove into her, and her breasts hung, jiggling from her body. For a while, she didn’t respond really. She just let me fuck her. But eventually, she began responding and grinding back into me. Her whimpering turned into moans, and she reached between her legs to diddle her clitoris. Her asshole felt perfect around me, pulsing in time with her heart. “Fuck my ass, Ellis” she screamed out, “fuck it!” I’m sure Chrissie could have heard us, but neither Alyssa nor I cared much. Let her listen. Her thrusts backwards became more frantic, has did her hand diddling her clit. I ran my hands up and down her sweaty body, and the smacking of skin-to-skin sounds filled the room. Eventually, I felt an glorious wave of an orgasm pass over my body. I gave one last firm pump into her body, moaning in ecstasy, and cum shot from cock deep into her anus. She came shortly there after, her moans turning into soft, kittenish mews. Carefully, I pulled out of her with a loud, dirty, popping sound and sat down on the ground to catch my breath. Alyssa slowly dismounted the toilet and started to sit down next to me. But her butt was too sore, so she laid on her belly, facing me. “That was amazing,” she groaned. I smiled and said I was glad she liked it. Then I noticed semen beginning to ooze from her asshole. She noticed it, too. She scooped some into her fingers and quickly licked them clean. “Hmmm,” she said, an inquisitive look crossing her face, “tastes different than when I suck you off.” “Well I’d think so, honey,” I said, “It’s been in your ass.” “Yeah, that’s true,” she said, and proceed to eat the rest of the semen. That’s when it dawned on me. That’s when I figured out what kinky element I needed to next introduce to our relationship—Chloe. The only other girl I’d ever seen eat semen from her own asshole was Chloe. These two girls were bound to get along wonderfully! TO BE CONTINUED...