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My Naughty Neighbour

By: ianbornscots



"OMG, what the fuck is going on here?" My wife shouted out as she stood with the bedroom door wide open and with a look that could kill.

Oh sorry I was getting a little bit ahead of myself here, before I carry on with my story let me tell you a little about my wife and myself. My with Kathy is 38 years old and stands at 5' 10" tall in her stocking feet. She has short brown hair and deep blue eyes the sort of eyes you could drown yourself in. She is of slim build with a fantastic pair of 40d boobs a beautiful pert ass and gorgeous long legs that I swear could easily go right up to her arm pits.

As for me well am nothing special, I am a 40 year old balding taxi driver who can still pull a woman on a Friday or Saturday night who stumbles into my taxi after falling out of club or pub on their way home. When I was younger I had a full head of black hair that my wife loved to run her hands threw as I ate her pussy out and she orgasmed all over my face but that is another story for another time.

It was one Friday night when my wife just happened to be out of town visiting relatives that I was sitting outside my local pub waiting for one more taxi fare that one of my neighbours clambered in to the back seat of my taxi. When I looked in my rear view mirror all I could see was a mass of blonde hair and a great figure. When she looked up to tell me where she was headed it was then that I noticed it was my 28 year old neighbour from three doors down Lilly Osman.

Lilly was a bit of a flirt and would always dress up in tight tops and short skirts or those short shorts that road right up her ass cheeks and tonight was no exception. When Lilly finally looked up to tell her driver where she was going she remembered my face and gave me a little smile.

"I take it you are on your way home?" I asked her with a smile on my face.

"Yeah I guess so Mr Harrison" She slurred in answer to my question.

There she was sitting there with a huge smile on her lovely lips, her red hair flowing over her bare shoulders and her bare legs parted showing off her little white cotton panties under that short skirt she just about had on. If ever there was a time I would have liked to fuck her it would have been right now. But instead I turn back around put the car into gear and off we went heading towards our street.

About 15 minutes later we were outside her house and as I looked back at her to collect my fare from her I saw that she had fallen asleep. I thought about looking threw her handbag for her keys and taking her inside and putting her to bed but knowing she lived alone I had second thoughts in case she choked on her own vomit. Seeing as I lived only 3 doors away from her place and with my wife being away for the weekend and having the house to myself I thought I would take her back to mine and put her to bed in the spare room and let her sleep it off there and then she could go back home In the morning once she had sobered up.

Having had a good night's work and her being my last fare of the night I did just that all be it with a struggle to get her out of the back seat and over my shoulder and into the house without anyone else seeing what was going on. Finally she was in the house and now on the spare room bed. I took her shoes off and decided to just throw the cover over her and leave her to sleep and get my fare from her in the morning. I then went back downstairs made myself a coffee and watch a bit of television to before going to my own bed.

A couple of hours later I was awoken by the noise of my bedroom door opening and then someone climbing into bed with me. I knew it couldn't be my wife as she was away for the weekend and it was then that I realised who it was it was in fact my young neighbour Lilly who had clambered in beside me and from what I could feel of her gorgeous body against me she was naked.

I don't even think she knew where she was or whose bed she was in at that moment. All I could feel was her hot naked body snuggled up against me which in turn brought my cock to life. Here was the chance I had been waiting for ever since Lilly moved in three doors down from me eight years ago and I sure as hell wasn't about to pass it up now.

I whispered in here to turn over and to my surprise she did what I asked her to. I then turned around to face her and lifted her leg a little so I could get my cock between her thighs and resting against her bare pussy. Lilly gave a little moan as she felt my cock against her cunt and tightened her legs around my throbbing member.

I started to move back and forward sawing my cock against her now moistening pussy lips. After a couple of minutes of this I felt her push back against me as I thrust my cock along her wet pussy lips. She was now moaning even more enjoying what I was doing to her and making my cock slick with her juices. Within the next couple of thrust I felt myself knocking on her now soaking entrance and wonder if I pushed into her would she stop me and cry rape or not.

I had no need to worry about anything as on the very next thrust of my cock between her thighs I not only felt her entrance I also felt myself slide between her pussy lips and into her warm wet pussy. As soon as I was half way inside her I stopped dead in my tracks as she looked over her shoulder at me still half asleep wondering who the hell it was putting something inside her pussy. Then it all came flooding back to her well most of it did anyways. She remembered leaving the club and climbing into the back of a taxi and remembering that it was her neighbour from a few houses down from her who was the driver and then it all went kind of blank until now.

"O M G" Lilly cried out as she looked at her neighbour behind her and realised it was his cock buried in her pussy.

"O M G, what the fuck is going on here?" My wife shouted out from behind me as she stood with the bedroom door wide open with a look in her eyes that said I was a dead man.

To be continued???

My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 01



Chapter 1- An Odd Introduction 

I had grown up in a big city and lived in various versions of the large city until my early thirties. Then I'd met a small-town Midwest girl (at least, it was a small town to me, only a hundred thousand people) and married her. We ended up moving to her small Midwest town and lived there longer than I would have liked. To my distress, she left me for a twenty one year-old and I was stuck with the financial obligations. 

Massively in debt, in a dead-end call-floor supervisor job and feeling like a chump, I moved into a house with some friends, where I tried to forget my misery and waited for the divorce to go through. It was not long after that I ran into our neighbours. They seemed nice enough, I suppose. A guy who looked like an pudgy office exec (which it turns out he was), a teen son, a daughter and an inexplicably hot wife. I never really thought that much about it, outside of noticing that she was indeed hot. I occasionally saw her running in the mornings or evenings and we smiled and said 'hi', but that was more or less the limit of our interactions for some time. 

That changed after I'd been staying in the house for about a year. It was early summer and the roomies had all moved out to do various things, leaving me with the place to myself. Not that I objected too much, I'd paid down my debt considerably, the rent was livable and it was nice to have peace and quiet for a change. Now to give you some perspective, my house was on a corner, with a largish backyard, a driveway and a small garage, a tool shed and some more property. My neighbour's property more or less was the same- their tool shed was right next to ours, their garage beyond that, their yard and then their house, which was the other corner that defined our block. 

When it got late in the day, The areas behind the tool sheds and garages would become dark, since they were shaded by large chestnut trees and away from the street lights. Not pitch black, but free of street scrutiny, I guess you could say. It was warm June night and I had just gone for a walk to clear my head after a day at work. Living in the chestnut tree that spanned the two properties was an albino squirrel I had named 'Thunderhorse'. As I was getting ready to go inside, I saw him scampering around and thought he must be looking for food. I had a small bag of shelled walnuts in my pocket I had bought from a vending machine earlier so I decided to make a donation to the Thunderhorse Fund. 

I walked over toward the small area of grass behind the tool sheds, figuring I could spread them there for him and it was less likely other critters would get the offering. Now I've always been told that in spite of my size I walk very quietly when I so choose. Not wanting to disrupt the squirrel as he foraged, I took care to not stomp as I went back... 

"Oh..." said a surprised voice. 

I turned my head and my eyes went wide- squatting behind the tool shed, with her skirt hiked up, was my MILF neighbour. I had caught her in the middle of peeing. She was well out of sight of anyone unless they happened to come back here. We both stared for a moment before I blushed and turned away. 

"I... uh... sorry..." I stammered. 

I didn't hear her moving or rustling to get up or conceal herself or anything, I just heard her take a breath and continue peeing. Normally if one were to do this on grass, it would be very quiet and it no doubt was, but to me, caught off-guard, it sounded like a thunderous waterfall. 

"Well, this is awkward," she said after a few moments. "You might as well turn around, I'm in no danger of finishing just yet." 

I didn't move just yet. 

"C'mon, turn around..." 

I turned around and fixed my gaze directly on hers, determined not to look anywhere else. She smiled and remained in her squat. 

"Aren't you polite," she commented. "But there's no need to be so rigid. Hard to talk to you when you're all the way over there." 

I closed the distance between us slowly and took a look at her, as instructed. Now I had appreciated her figure as she jogged by me and I knew she was trim, fit and had a large bust, but I had to admit this was a new level of appreciation- her legs were long and firm, her waist small and a flat, trim stomach. She was wearing a short, loose jean skirt and a simple white t-shirt covered her large breasts. Flip-flops completed her ensemble and her long, blonde hair was pulled back in one of those lazy and sloppy but sexy ponytails. 

I dared to look between her legs and even though it was dark, I could see her peeing. Her pussy was shaved completely clean, something I had not expected. 

"If I didn't know better I'd say it's been a while since you've seen a woman," she commented casually, clearly enjoying my reaction. "A good-looking guy like you and no girlfriend?" 

"I recently divorced." I replied somewhat dully. 

"Oh, you poor dear..." she said, her voice tinted with genuine sympathy. After all, she was married with a family and I was more or less alone and adrift. The closest thing I had to a girl was my PS3. It's not that I couldn't get one, but I wasn't all that interested right now. I'd been depressed for the past year and dating was not really a priority. True, there'd been a few small flings and I'd slept with a few girls, but I'd never been serious about dating anyone. 

"Actually, I think I remember hearing that," she said, still not moving. "I remember the girl who used to live there with you saying that someone had moved in who was getting divorced. That was you." 

"Afraid so," I replied, now looking at her face again. "So, uh... you come here often?" 

"Actually, I do," she admitted, blushing a little. "Sort of my little rebellion against proper society, I guess. I'm imagine I'm lucky I haven't been caught before now." 

"I'm really sorry," I said again. "I walk pretty quietly for a big guy." 

"Yes, you really do. You should be careful about that." 

"Yeah, you never know when someone's going to be randomly urinating behind your shed." I replied, trying to smirk. In response, she giggled. She still hadn't moved from her squatting position. 

"Well, my little secret is out, now what?" she asked, looking up at me. 

"Your little secret is safe with me," I said assuringly. "I'm in no danger of telling anyone." 

"Good to hear, but I didn't mean that," she replied, finally standing and adjusting her skirt. She looked at me pointedly. "You've seen me, now I should get to see you. Fair's fair, after all." 

I raised my eyebrow at her. "You're... you're joking, right? Me finding you and seeing you was an accident." 

"And a happy one, no doubt," she added. "But that's no excuse. You could've turned around immediately and marched away back to your house and you didn't. That means you owe me." 

"So what, I'm supposed to show you my dick?" I asked. 

"Oh, no, darling, you got to see me pee, I think you should return the favour. After all, a show should never be free." 

The weird part was I could tell she was serious. She just stared at me pointedly through the twilight. "I promise not to stare too intently." 

Damn me if my perverted mind and sense of fair play didn't agree with her on some weird level. I drew a deep breath and began to loosen my belt and then undo my jeans. She smiled lightly and her gaze went back and forth between my face and my pants. Determined not to blush, I pulled out my member and concentrated, letting myself go. She smirked and nodded in approval as I pissed on the grass, not far from where she had been squatting. 

"There, was that so bad?" she asked sweetly as I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped up. "Now we're even and it's out of the way, agreed?" 

"That's one way of looking at it," I agreed. "That didn't strike you as weird?" 

"It was only weird until you took a leak and evened out the scoreboard," she pointed out. "Besides, it was a good time. I met my neighbour and we know a little something about one another now." 

She straightened out her clothes, smiled and nodded to me. "Have yourself a good night!" she said, waving with her fingers and sauntering back to her house through the gap between her tool shed and her garage. I stood there for a few moments, trying to figure out what had just happened and why. 

Had a married woman and I just chatted and peed together? 

I went back into the house and carried on with my evening, although images of her squatting in the grass would make it difficult to concentrate. 

It occurred to me that I'd never even found out her name. Awkward... 

*** 

Summer progressed and got a little warmer, the nights becoming positively sultry. The trees were lush and providing ample shade. I would see my neighbour lady again intermittently, usually while she was out for a run. She'd smile and wave as she jogged by me, occasionally saying 'hi!'. Sometimes I would be walking by her place and one of the big living room windows was open, the curtains pulled back. Inside would be the family. If she saw me she would smile and wave. It was as if what had happened never really happened. Certainly she gave no sign of it. I guess that was for the best. I put the incident to the back of my mind, although I will admit I did allow myself to fantasize about that body once in a while. Who wouldn't? 

It was Friday night and dusk was giving way to night. It was dark grey outside and I was standing in my kitchen doing my dishes. I had turned off the main light and was washing by a smaller light sitting on my counter. It meant I could see what was going on outside my windows if necessary. 

Turns out I could also be seen. 

Some movement caught my eye and I looked- behind the sheds I could see my MILF neighbour, this time wearing jogging shorts and a plain white tank top. Her breasts stood out invitingly beneath the flimsy material. 

I must have been staring dumbly because she looked my way, saw me, beamed a smile and waved. I blinked and nodded in response. She looked around furtively for a moment and then made a beckoning motion to me. I paused, considering and then left my dishes and headed outside. I made my way back behind the sheds where she was standing and waiting. She smiled again as I approached. 

"Here I was, about to indulge my little rebellion again when I saw you staring," she chided, waving her finger at me. "Naughty young man." 

I snorted. "First of all, my kitchen window faces your yard and behind our sheds, so in my defense, I'm pretty much guaranteed to see what happens back here. Second, thanks for the young compliment, but I'm at least your age." 

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You're maybe in your late twenties at best." 

"Actually, I'm thirty-eight." I admitted. 

My neighbour whistled. "Damn, you sure don't look it," she muttered. "I've only got a year on you." 

"And you sure as hell don't look almost forty." I told her with honesty. "All that running you do pays off." 

"Oh, thank you," she said warmly. "You're such a charmer." 

"By the way, do you have a name?" I asked. "I feel awkward having seen you pee but not knowing who you are." 

"Oh," she said before giggling and reaching out her hand. "That does sound awkward, doesn't it? Call me Lynn." 

"Pretty name. I'm Mike." I said, shaking her hand. 

There was a moment of silence and I finally let go of her hand. "So, uh... I guess I'd better get back inside and, uh, let you take care of business..." 

Lynn rolled her eyes and smirked. "Don't be silly, I didn't bring you out here to discuss the weather. I asked you out here so that we could indulge in our ritual again." 

"I was unaware that one chance encounter constituted a ritual," I replied, still unconvinced. 

"Then we'll have to make it one," Lynn concluded. "I'm not objecting to it. Having you here seeing me is a safe little thrill, sort of like getting caught without the risk." 

"I don't think your husband is likely to approve, though." I said warily. 

"Oh, it's fine," she sort of huffed, her brow darkening. "He thinks I'm out for a run. Besides, it's not like you and I are fucking or anything." 

Something in the way she said fucking sent a delightful shiver through me. It struck me once again how attractive she was- Lynn had an amazing body- it was still firm and any teenager would be jealous. Her face was lovely, her tits were big and still perky and her legs were fantastic, as was what I had seen of her ass. Her husband was a lucky guy. 

"No arguing that point," I conceded. "So, now what? What do we do?" 

"Same as before, silly- we pee," Lynn answered, giving me a look. "I thought that was clear." 

"Is this a fetish of yours?" I asked, smiling wryly. 

"I, well, maybe a little one," she admitted. "It's not as weird as you think. There might be a minor thrill in the risk of getting caught. And sometimes I'll bring a mirror in the shower with me, squat and watch myself pee in there, but nothing too out there." 

"Not at all," I said, grinning. I decided I was in. "So, who goes first?" 

"I was thinking maybe this time we could do it together. Y'know, at the same time." Lynn suggested. "Does that sound okay? We'll watch each other as we do it." 

I considered for a moment. "Sounds supremely fair. So, what, you'll do the same as before and I guess I'll kneel so I'm not hovering over you?" 

"That would work," she said. "It'll take me just a sec to get out of my shorts..." 

I watched as she shimmied out of the shorts and then her underwear. She didn't seem at all bothered by my looking on. Maybe she had a touch of exhibitionist in her. I tried not to breathe too loudly at the sight of her lovely pussy again. 

It was getting dark but I could have sworn I saw a hint of a glisten down there. 

She faced me, having deposited the shorts and panties on the ground, now wearing only her tank top and running shoes. "Alright," she said firmly, crossing her arms. "If you're gonna kneel, you'll want to get those pants down." 

I nodded and once again undid my belt. I dropped my pants and my boxers, letting her take a moment to stare. 

"Okay, then," she announced, dropping down into a squat. I followed suit, going down onto my knees, my jeans pooled behind me on my calves. "Do you need a moment to warm up? I'm ready to go." 

"I think I can manage." I replied, smiling and taking hold of myself. She nodded and took a breath. To my surprise, she reached down and used two fingers to pull her thick lips apart, giving me a good view of her inner pink, or what would have been a good view if it had been lighter out. Perhaps this was part of the game. 

She shivered slightly and began to pee. Determined not to be left behind, I followed suit. The splashing against the grass no doubt sounded a thousand times louder to us than it actually was and I resisted the urge to look around and see if anyone had heard us. Rationally I know this wasn't possible, but this situation was hardly rational now, was it? 

Lynn stared at my cock while I did my thing and I reciprocated, my eyes fixed on her lovely slit as she peed. I have no particular fetish for these sorts of things but I had to admit I was enjoying it with her, a welcome exception to my rule. As she flexed her pussy and squeezed out the last few drops, my eyes trailed up over her flat stomach to her tits, barely contained beneath the shirt. She caught me staring and smiled. 

"They're pretty damn good, aren't they?" she said, clearly pleased. "All natural, in case you're wondering." 

"You're husband sure as hell lucked out." I muttered as I finished my own show. We both stood and I fastened myself back up while she climbed back into her panties and jogging shorts. 

"Yeah, now if only he'd remember that one of these days," Lynn grumbled in response. "He's always too busy." 

She shook off the moment and sighed in satisfaction, her hands on her hips. "Well, I feel refreshed. Thank you so much for the company, Mike." 

"You too, Lynn." I said. "Pleasure was mine." 

We shook hands and went back to our respective domiciles, my mind bubbling over with questions. Just what the hell was going on, anyway? 

*** 

Two days later I found a slip of paper pushed through my mail slot. It was folded in half and had pretty handwriting on it. All it said was. "My cell number. L" and had a phone number on it. 

I blinked at the number written on the piece of paper for a few moments before pulling my cellphone off its clip and programming it into the device. If this indeed was Lynn's cell, she was asking me to contact her, in case I was interested. True, if we were going to continue our strange little ritual, as she put it, then it made sense to be able to reach one another by means other than window sightings. 

I considered for moment before sending a text to the number. All it said was '7:30' 

Moments later the reply came. 'K' 

I went into my living room, turned on some music and played the waiting game. 

*** 

"We've gotta stop meeting like this," I said casually as I walked into the secluded area behind our sheds. She was wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt advertising Black Sabbath. Kicking it old school is never a bad thing. "You a metal fan?" 

"I'd been to a few concerts in my wilder days," she replied. "With the long hair, you look like a metal head." 

"Guilty as charged. Thanks for meeting me. I guess this is becoming something of a ritual now." 

"Are you enjoying our little ritual?" she asked, smiling slyly. 

"Weirdly enough, yes I am," was my response. "I'm not into this sort of thing, but with you, yeah, this is fun." 

"Well that makes two of us," Lynn said. "I'm not in the habit of pissing in front of people. I like doing it in secluded areas for the rebellion, I guess, but I've never felt the urge to do it while people were watching. I guess it's because you caught me and my heart didn't explode, you know?" 

"I can see that. You're the first person I've willingly pissed in front of that I wasn't married to, at least in my adult life." 

"Ugh, Carter is so squeamish and repressed about that sort of thing," Lynn said, a little vexed as she thought about something. "He can't even be on the same damn floor as a person using the bathroom. It's not that I need him to watch, but he has to be miles away. I guess his little phobia is a part of my rebellion." 

"Sorry to hear that, Lynn." I responded, using her name casually for the first time. "Well, I'm here to help, I guess. Shall I go first or do you want to? Or we could go mutual again?" 

She smiled and pondered. "I'll go first. I want to try a different position today." 

She shimmied out of her jeans and panties and sat with her back against the tool shed, her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. 

"Come a little closer so you can get a good look," she purred, obviously enjoying this indulgence more and more. I couldn't say as I blamed her, I was beginning to as well. I stripped out of my pants and knelt close to her. She smiled again and used both hands to pull back her pussylips again. I leaned in to get a good look, since that was obviously her intent. Her inner puss was that lovely and unreal shade of coral pink and she looked good and tight, in spite of having two kids. 

She smiled and traced her fingers around the outer lips for a few seconds and then shivered slightly. "You might want to lean back now..." she whispered. 

I leaned back and she began to pee, the stream making an arc away from her body because of the angle she was sitting back at. The trajectory or where it landed didn't really interest me, I kept on watching her. Her eyes were closed as she did her thing and she seemed to be biting her lip. Once she had finished, she sighed and looked over at me, her hands now caressing her thighs. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 01



"That felt good," she said in a mellow tone. "I need to do that more often. Give me a sec here before you put on your show, though. I'm enjoying this." 

I waited patiently, just examining her lovely body. I could feel my cock wanting to swell and get hard but I resisted the urge, not wanting to make things awkward with an uninvited woody. I took some deep breaths and composed myself, thinking instead about having to pee. This did the trick and soon she nodded her head and said she was ready. 

"Want me kneeling again?" I asked, getting ready to shift into position. 

"Actually, no," she replied, getting on her knees. "I want you to stand so I can see you do it close up while I'm kneeling. Sound good?" 

"Whatever the lady wants." I said cheerfully. I stood up and faced toward the back of their shed, taking my cock in hand. She knelt close by at my side and watched intently, her gaze traveling up and down my form. 

I began to pee and I noticed that she didn't spend a lot of time watching the actual stream, just as I had not. I was reaching the conclusion that she was enjoying the action of doing something considered taboo, it had very little to do with the pissing itself. This was just naughty enough to let her get back in touch with a side of herself that seemingly was repressed from years of living in a small town with conservative values. 

I hadn't taken a leak all that afternoon, just to make sure I could when the time came and I kept going for some time. Her eyes continued to move up and down my body, occasionally watching my cock and what it was doing. Finally I was done and I gave it a shake to make sure. She sighed in satisfaction and then did something I didn't expect- she reached out and put her hand around the base of my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

"Good boy..." she said softly, seemingly talking to my member. 

Lynn stood up and got back into her clothes, fixing me with a smile. "This gets more and more fun," she announced as she slipped the shorts up her hips. "Got any plans for tomorrow night?" 

I shook my head. I really couldn't think of any. 

"Let's meet a little earlier, then, so we can have some decent sunlight, okay?" she suggested. We'll make sure we're in the far corner where no one will be able to see or suspect anything. Deal?" 

"How about six thirty, then?" I asked. 

"That sounds great. I'm not expecting Carter or the kids back until dark, so that works well for me." 

She turned and began to walk away. I made to return to my house, our little transaction ended. 

"Oh, one more thing..." Lynn added, turning back to face me. I pivoted to see what she wanted. She grinned and lifted up her tank top, her magnificent tits, springing free. Lovely and joyous, with small nipples, they were a glorious said and I stared dumbly. 

"All natural, as promised," she said, winking as she lowered her shirt. "Later!" She blew me a kiss and then trotted off, clearly pleased with herself. 

I took another deep breath and went back to my house. Forgetting any chores I had lined up, I went immediately to my shower where I took care of some business. This was turning into one odd little ritual... 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 02



Part II - Reluctant Restraint 

June gave way to July and the summer was unusually warm for this part of the country. It wasn't dry but a wet heat. I enjoyed it and it was always fun to see girls walking around dressed in as little as local ordinances would let them get away with. 

This seemed to include Lynn, my MILF neighbour. She bore the heat gracefully, often walking around her garden or lawn in abbreviated shorts and a bikini top which did nothing to hide the size of her amazing breasts. She usually wore her hair up in a ponytail or occasionally a French braid, but I had to admit she always looked rather stunning and she fueled many of my lustier dreams. 

Her daughter, age indeterminate, was also in the habit of walking around in outfits like her mother wore. Unlike Lynn, the daughter had auburn hair and brown eyes. Her tits were nowhere near as big as her mom's, but they weren't small, either. Her body was tight and athletic. She must have been on a team, wherever she went to school. 

By contrast, the husband, Carter, was an anomaly. He wasn't taller than Lynn and rather overweight. But he wore a good suit and drove a really nice Lexus, so he had to be doing okay for himself. Nice enough guy, I guess, but we never really said anything except 'Hi' if we happened to pass by one another. 

The son was in high school and wore his hair short, like 99% of the boys in the Midwest, waiting for the next recruitment drive by the Marines. He was a bit of a dough-head and even Lynn admitted this the one time he came up in conversation. He was a good kid, just not a lot going on upstairs outside of sports and trying to get laid. 

Lynn and I met maybe once or twice a week to engage in our little taboo ritual. The talk was small and of a prosaic nature. We would pee together or take turns, but it never progressed beyond watching one another and she never touched my cock again. Shaking hands was pretty much our only physical contact. I found it strange but perhaps this was what she needed and who was I to complain? 

The middle of July saw my birthday roll around and I will admit to being less than happy about it. I guess I was reaching the age where it felt like getting older sucked and I was still pissed at myself about being stuck in this deadwater burg when I should have moved. But since I was determined to pay off as much debt as possible before making my fresh start, I just sucked it up and kept soldiering on. 

The week before my birthday found me meeting behind the sheds with Lynn, as we had agreed upon. It had yet to lose its novelty and we were both enjoying ourselves, seemingly. Tonight's meeting had been a late one, almost midnight, since she had been out somewhere. I had received a text from her maybe two hours before, asking if I was available. Since I was, I replied I'd be happy to join her. She was wearing a white halter top, some shorts and looked magnificent, as always. 

"Late night," I commented as I came up, already loosening my belt. "Had a date?" 

"Hardly a date," she grumbled. "Had to go to some corporate dinner thing with Carter. Boring as hell and I knew no one. We got home and he said he was tired and going to bed, so I told him I was going for the run I missed earlier tonight." 

"Given your addiction to running, he should buy that without any qualms," I said simply. "I'm sure you turned heads at the dinner, though, no matter how boring the event itself was." 

"Oh, you're sweet," she said, patting my cheek. "I'll admit, I got a lot of stares and that's probably good for Carter, but I hate feeling like a piece of meat." 

"Unless you're squatting behind the tool shed." I added. 

The observation made her giggle. "This is a little different," she explained. "Don't ask, I don't know how, but it is. So how are you?" 

"Oh, vaguely grumpy." I confessed. "Next Thursday's my birthday and I'm getting less and less happy about them." 

"Aw, poor thing," she said in mock sympathy, but she was still smiling kindly. "Grumpy about getting older?" 

"Maybe if I looked as great as you did I wouldn't, but that's not your problem." 

"Now now, thank you for the compliment, but in all the time I've seen you around, I always thought you were in your late twenties, not your late thirties, so I'd say you're doing just fine." Lynn chided. "And clearly you work out a lot, because nobody is that naturally muscular. All the same, happy birthday, even if you're going to be a wet blanket about it." 

"Thanks, coming from you that actually means something." I confided. "And I guess there's nothing terribly grown-up about sneaking out behind the shed to pee with the neighbour girl now, is there?" 

Lynn burst into a giggle fit. "That's so true!" she squeaked. "It's like we're nine or something and trying not to get caught! That's wonderful imagery. I'll feel younger and more daring than ever doing this now! And speaking of..." 

We began our routine, stripping out of our garments. The night was wonderfully warm and Lynn did not stop with her pants and panties as normal but also removed her shirt, letting her tits free. Even though it was dark, I could still make out her lovely form as rays of silvery moonlight peeked through the tree canopy overhead. 

"I guess I'm feeling really daring tonight since it's nearly pitch black out," she admitted. "Do you mind?" 

"Not one bit." I answered readily. I followed suit and removed my shirt as well, stepping out of the puddle of my jeans. Now all either of us had one was a pair of flip-flops and our smiles. 

"Since it's nearly your birthday and we're really concealed tonight, maybe a special variant of the ritual?" Lynn suggested. 

"What have you got in mind?" 

She turned and reached down for the bag she had with her. From within she pulled out a towel and showed it to me. 

"I was thinking that I'd kneel in front of you and you could do your business on me." 

I made a wry face. "I thought neither of us was into that. I think your face is fine just the way it is." 

"Oh, no, not my face," she added, quick to clarify. "But stand over me and piss on my tits, Michael. Let me feel it cascading down my body and you can watch. That's why the towel will come in handy." 

I thought about that for a couple of seconds and she waited pensively. What exactly was I expecting if things progressed? We were pissing together, it seemed perfectly logical for things to take this turn, did it not? Something was wrong with my expectations and thinking if I didn't see that coming, right? 

Besides, Lynn was hot. Really hot. A hot girl getting her tits pissed on is still hot. Just about anything seemed erotic if she were the subject. 

"Okay," I said finally. "For you I can do this." 

She grinned and stood in front of me, her body close. Keeping her blue eyes locked with mine, she slowly began to kneel and I could feel her soft, wonderful breasts press to my chest and then slowly caress their way down my torso. They glided over my stomach and then my cock, which almost sprung to attention instantly but I kept down by an act of iron will. She hadn't asked for a hard-on. She cupped her breasts together and smiled up at me. 

"Fire away, darling..." she whispered. 

Taking hold of my cock and aiming it carefully to avoid her face, I concentrated for a few seconds and then let myself go. Her body shuddered as my warm stream spattered against her breasts and began trickling and cascading down her amazing body. Lynn hummed, her eyes closed, apparently transported to some secret pleasure she had desired. I could see her breasts moving as she held and kneaded them. The smile on her face was wonderful to see. 

I peed for some time, or at least it felt that way to me, probably because of the circumstances. At one point I became aware of one of her hands snaking down her form and slipping between her legs. A quiet moan escaped her lips before she bit them. I could hear my piss pattering off the silken skin of her cleavage and as well as trickling down onto the grass beneath her. 

Finally the baptism ended and she remained still for a few moments afterwards before drawing a deep breath and opening her eyes. 

"Sorry I couldn't look at you," she said apologetically. "I needed to close my eyes for that one." 

"I was too busy watching you to notice." I said easily, letting go of myself and smiling. She nodded and took hold of the towel, using it to wipe herself down, beginning with her hands and arms, followed by her breasts and torso and finally her hips and legs. She stood with her legs apart as she dried her pussy. 

"That was so intense," she breathed. "Now if you're game, perhaps we could-" 

Red and blue lights flared up everywhere, along with sirens going off. As if out of nowhere, the warbling thunder of a helicopter shot overhead, its searchlight stabbing through the darkness of our street like a spear. 

Cop cars seemed to be everywhere, roaring down the street and around the corner while the helicopter continued its hovering. Not having a clue what was happening, I pressed Lynn back against the shed and put my arms around her, concealing her body with mine. She seemed frightened initially and held on tight. The police car lights were everywhere, reflecting off the walls of the houses but never touched us. The searchlight on the chopper pierced through the canopy of leaves overhead and briefly illuminated my head and back but passed over without any notice of us, seemingly. 

Bullhorns blared just around the corner, a police officer calling loudly for someone to come out. I turned my head and gazed out to see if I could discern where they were located- the majority of the whirling lights seemed to be three or so houses up the street from my own, in front of house that had been divided into four rental units. 

"Hm, I'd always wondered that," I muttered. "Don't worry, they're up the street, doing a bust on a place that's been suspected as a dealer house." 

Lynn opened her eyes and looked around my shoulder. "Oh, shit, that place a few doors up from you? I'd heard that too. And we live in such a nice area." 

"Well, guess we'll just wait here for a bit..." I said, still holding her. Even though we knew what was going on, we still remained well out of sight, pressed up against the back wall of the shed. It might look odd if we sauntered out of seemingly nowhere. 

The panic of the moment over, I suddenly became acutely aware that I was holding Lynn's completely naked body to mine. I think she came to the same realization at the same moment, because I felt her tremble. Not in fright, but just like she was unsure. The feel of her soft skin washed over me like a tidal wave, the horrific noises of the street falling away. Her soft, lovely breasts pressed to my chest, her flat stomach against mine and her hips trembling against mine and her pussy pressed to my dick. 

I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. My cock grew hard once I realized what part of her it was touching. Letting go seemed sensible but incredibly awkward under these circumstances. She had to feel my arousal, how damned hard I was. I could feel her pussylips against my shaft. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest and I am pretty damned sure she could feel mine, which was like a jackhammer in my thorax. 

My cock stood straight out, beneath her slit, the lips of which rested along the top of my trembling shaft, the head poking out below her ass. We didn't dare say anything and God knows how long we stood there, holding one another. Her naked body pressed to mine felt so good and yet I could hardly think of what to do. I held her close, my hand on the back of her head while she pressed her face into my shoulder, waiting for all the noise to go away. 

Eventually the cacophony began to subside, the cop cars pulling pulling away one by one. The helicopter had left and the neighbourhood slowly became its normal, quiet self. We still held one another for some time. Frankly, I was afraid to move because of my raging hard-on, which showed no sign of going away. Thank God it was dark, because I was no doubt blushing furiously. 

"Feeling a little awkward?" she asked quietly, her hands still on my back. 

"More than a little," I breathed. "I'm so-" 

"Don't be," she said, cutting me off. "There's no need to be, I promise you." 

"I... are you uncomfortable?" I queried, thinking that having my dick splitting her puss was a little too forward. 

Her composure seemed to be returning because she began to giggle and she subtly slid her pussylips along my hard shaft, experimenting. "No," she said, looking up and smiling into my eyes. "I'm kinda enjoying it, in fact. Is it uncomfortable for you?" 

"Well, no..." 

"How about this?" she whispered, shifting around. She moved her hips until my cock was no longer beneath her pussy but now stood upright, pressed between our stomachs as she moved back against me. It felt warm and vaguely wet as it throbbed relentlessly. It was still splitting her lips and I could feel her wetness against me. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was turned on. 

"Better?" she asked, smirking. 

"I dunno about better but I still like it." I said finally. She held me for a little while longer before her hands trailed down to my behind and gave my butt cheeks a squeeze. She then slowly pulled away and looked down at my raging hard cock. 

"Thank God I'm married," she breathed. "Looks like you've got something to take care of, skipper," she quipped, getting back into her clothes and packing away the soiled towel. "I'll need to sneak home now and make sure no one suspects I was gone too long. Have a good night!" 

She blew me a kiss and then moved through the shadows and into her house via a side door. I stood there for some time, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. Not just the nearly getting caught by cops inadvertently, but well, everything. This was kind of nuts, even for me, and I am used to weird situations. 

Lynn was right, though, I did have something to see to. I put on my clothes, sprinting back to the house, just in case anyone walked by and saw the tent post in my pants. I got into the shower and took care of my urges before settling into bed. My mind went around in circles about the last few weeks and by the time I drifted off I still had no answers, only the determination to see where this ended up. 

*** 

My birthday, as it turns out, was unremarkable. I woke up feeling no different and made no plans. A few friends gave me best wishes and invited me out but I declined, saying I had things to do. It was a lie but I didn't feel like celebrating. I was perfectly content staying home, listening to music and playing a game or two. 

Around seven, though, I got a text message. It simply read: "Are you kidding me? It's your birthday and you're sitting at home instead of out getting someone to buy you a lapdance? Get out here!" 

How Lynn had known I was at home finally dawned on me- when I am home, I leave the kitchen light on so that my friends know they can come in. I paused my game and headed outside, wearing just my trackpants and an old tank top. Perfect lounging clothing. Lynn seemed to have tried a little harder than I did, wearing very short cut-off jeans, some elegant sandals and a nice, tight white tank top that made her tits look even bigger. Her hair was in a cute French braid again. 

"I have to admit, sport, I didn't expect to have to see you tonight," she commented, hands on her hips. "But since somebody's obviously got to save you from your ennui, I guess it's up to me." 

"Well, you might very well be the first and only person I've wanted to see today," I replied. 

"So our naughty little ritual is becoming a favourite pastime of yours," Lynn remarked, smiling slyly. "Glad to see I'm not the only one." 

I nodded in confirmation. "I do look forward to it. Kinda light out yet, isn't it?" 

She made a dismissive gesture. "Carter and the kids are out again doing their own things. I've gone to the trouble of standing back here and measuring where people might be able to see us from if they walk by. I put little garden stakes and some string in the ground to demarcate our safe zone." 

I glanced at the area and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wow, is it really that much? That's more room than I thought. How did you figure it out?" 

"I told a friend I was thinking of planting a shade garden back here with a couple of exotic or rare plants and she helped me measure it out. I explained that I was going to use only the area that couldn't be seen so that no one walking by on the street could see them and get decide to liberate anything that caught their fancy." 

"Clever girl." I said, duly impressed. 

"Thank you," she said, bowing and making sure I got to see down her shirt. "So as long as we're quiet, no one will ever be any the wiser. Now, as for your birthday present..." 

She winked and beckoned me closer with a finger. I strode up to her and she smiled and put the finger to my lips. 

She then knelt and undid my pants, pulling them down. I stepped out of them and then she lifted my shirt off and tossed it aside. I noticed she had more towels, so I had a pretty good idea what her plan entailed. 

She then knelt in front of me and began removing her shirt, pulling it over her head. As her breasts sprung free she pressed them to my cock, which immediately began to swell. I have no idea how I kept it from getting hard, but I did. She then stood and smiled at me naughtily before turning around and unbuttoning her shorts. She began to shimmy them down, bending over as she did so. Her magnificent ass pressed against me and she wiggled it around a little, teasing my poor manhood. It was more than I could take and he was instantly at attention. 

"You are some kinda cruel, lady." I muttered, flexing my fingers as I resisted the urge to grab hold of her hips and fuck the hell out of her. 

"You wouldn't be the first person to say so," Lynn said sweetly, now standing up and pressing back against me, her hands reaching around to squeeze my behind. "Just do as you're told, okay?" 

I waited silently while she turned around and took my hands in hers. She went down to her knees, taking me with her. Naked, we knelt in the grass, looking at one another. Whatever she had planned, I found myself hoping she'd do it soon, because I was fit to burst. 

"Now Michael, you have to promise me you won't lose control and try to get inside me," she said in a light but still solemn tone. "I know this seems odd for us to be doing, but I am still married and you may not fuck me. Understand?" 

I nodded. 

"Since no one else gave you a lapdance tonight, I guess I'll be the one to do it for you. Lean back a little bit on your legs..." 

I did as requested and she turned around and sidled backwards onto me, her ass pressing onto my hips. She began to gently grind her hips around and I could feel her pussy against my cock. She was careful to not let me inside but allowed the throbbing, bulbous head to split the lips and then she slid them along my shaft. My head was almost spinning from the sensations. 

She let the braid down and ran her hands through her thick, luxurious golden hair as she undulated on me. My cock was so damned hard it was unreal and I could feel her slick wetness along its length. How much more of this did she think I could take? 

Then she leaned backward and her arms reached back around my neck as her hair cascaded over us. She shivered and then I felt it- the warm wetness gushing over my cock and my middle. She was peeing on me, just as I had on her the last time. 

It felt warm, almost hot. It sent thrills through me to share such a naughty thing with this blonde goddess. My hands ached to hold her, but I refrained, knowing she had not said I could. This was her show and I was the rapt audience. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 02



She moaned slightly as she squirmed and ground, still bathing me with her offering. I could feel my cock pinned between her legs and pussy, poking up between her thighs. Her thick netherlips slid along the length, driving me wild. 

Eventually she reached down and took my hands, guiding them to her waist. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, reveling in how she felt pressed up against me. She was still peeing and my cock was throbbing so hard... 

I couldn't contain myself any longer and I pulled her tight against me and grunted. My manhood throbbed and pulsed and jerked as I came, great white gobs of my cum spurting from the engorged head. Lynn moaned again as she held my hands tight, her eyes fixated on the sight of my cock. The cum that didn't spatter against the back wall of the shed was now oozing on her thighs or pooling between us. 

I was taking deep breaths and trembling for some time, just trying to orient myself. I hadn't cum that hard for a while and I wasn't even fucking her. The sheer intensity of our little ritual and playtime was enough to send anyone into orbit. Eventually I calmed myself, my cock going soft. She smiled back at me wickedly as she shifted around until the head was pressed to her damp pussy again. 

"So how was that for a birthday present?" she asked. "Good luck ever topping that one." 

It occurred to me it was time to remind the little minx that this was not a teacher and student relationship. I had some things to show her too. Without warning I took hold of her thighs and pinned her to me. I squirmed my soft but still swollen cock around against her pussy until I could feel the tingle and let go. 

"Uh, naughty!" she gasped, leaning forward on her hands while her back arched. I peed against her pussy point-blank, catching her completely off-guard. She shuddered and squirmed and writhed her hips, her hair tossing and spilling about. I was tempted to grab her tits, but I refrained. I kept my hands clamped on her thighs, making sure she wasn't going anywhere until I was done. Lynn panted and then shuddered, biting her lip and groaning as loudly as she dared. She began to cum and pushed down hard on me. I could feel the distinctive slippery slickness through the pee. 

Watching her cum was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Her gorgeous ass bounced and ground against me, offering me tempting glimpses of her gooey pink slit. Wonderful sloshing and gushing noises from between us were the background noise to her moans. Her body shook and there was a sheen of sweat that began to form on her lovely skin. 

I gently released her hands and she fell forward onto them, supporting herself. Her panting slowed and she turned her head to look back at me through glazed and heavily-lidded eyes. Her face was flushed and she seemed sated and maybe a little shocked. Clearly I'd taken her by surprise, which was exactly what I'd been hoping for. 

"Oh wow..." she breathed, her ass still pressed against me. "You got me, I admit it. Well done, sport." 

She slowly got off me and sat cross-legged in front of me, rubbing her face a few times to regain her composure. Her pussy glistened without our mixed pee and cum, as did my cock. I had to admit I still hadn't quite come back to myself either, so I understood what she was going through. 

"You're dangerous for me," Lynn said quietly. "Dangerous in a way I wouldn't have guessed. I knew we had some chemistry but damn, sir. You could easily bring out the demon in me." 

"Likewise." I replied somewhat wearily. 

"Well, yes, that makes sense for you, you're a single male and relentlessly horny," she pointed out. "I'm a married mom, I should know better." 

"Considering I got cheated on by my ex-wife, you'd figure I might be a little more sensitive. But you know how to get me going like no one has in a long time, I admit." 

She was silent for some time before she laid back and stretched out. She looked at me and patted the grass beside her, indicating I should join her. I complied and we lay silently, looking at the sky through the tree overhead. My heart had stopped thumping and I felt calm, if somewhat confused. I could tell she was feeling the same way. 

Some time later, after just laying silently together, she turned on her side and looked at me, propped up on her arm. I did likewise, unsure of what she had in mind. She slowly caressed her hand over her breasts and down her body, finally resting it on her pussy. 

"If you have another one in you, how about we just try a little self-love and watch each other cum?" she suggested. I nodded my assent and reached down to take hold of myself. Lynn was already starting to finger her pliant pussylips and her warm, damp skin began to once again take on a flushed complexion as she worked herself. My cock started to harden as I looked into her intense blue eyes, which were glinting with desire. 

Lynn bit her lip while she dipped a finger inside her slit and let out of sigh, the sound of which made my throbbing member harder than ever. We were lying close enough to one another that my hand would occasionally bump against hers while I stroked myself and her hard nipples would sometimes poke my chest, now that her chest was heaving and her hips squirmed. The wet noises emanating from her pussy made me wild and she had to know it was taking all of my willpower to not simply pin her down and fuck her into oblivion. I could feel the warmth of her body, a delightful heat radiating off her, even as she moaned and pleasured herself. 

She squeezed her eyes shut as she brought herself closer and closer to her bliss, her forehead pressing to mine as she attempted to prolong her fingering, to draw out our time of discovery together. My swollen, engorged cock was begging for release, but I knew not to peak without her. 

"Oh, shit..." she whispered in an quiet but intense tone, her fingers manipulating her clit and lips expertly, even as she slipped them deep inside. Her mastery of self-pleasure was breathtaking. Every tiny movement was expertly calculated to bring her to an orgasm that anyone else would doubtless be envious of. It was so obvious as I gazed down her lovely form, past her quivering breasts and at her slender hand and nimble fingers. 

Her breathing became heavier and her body was flushed, an exhilarating pink colour, matched by a heat and scent of desire that made my head spin. The arm she was propped on still could allow her to tease the breast and nipple closest to the ground, pinching the pink bud and squeezing the soft flesh, gasping as she did so. Her hand churned inside her gooey pussy, hips grinding hard in response. My cock felt like it was ready to explode, the throbbing feeling starting in the root and making its way up to my engorged head. 

I jerked my cock, feeling the unreal heat and ecstatic tingle building as I watched her struggle to hold on. I knew she wanted to feel my cum before she let go, to feel that warmth and allow it to trigger her own climax. 

I fought back a loud groan and strained against my fist, pushing my cock through it like the tightest pussy as I felt my cum begin to flood up the vein. The pulsing head against bumped her clit and she gasped, shuddering and manipulating herself with the one hand expertly. Her pussy was flooding with her essence as she came, bucking her hips wildly. She fought back a scream, biting her lip and moaning like she was going to die of pleasure. My cum shot in thick ropes, splattering against her cooze, the head occasionally touching it as she squirmed. 

In a daze I watched, it almost seemed unreal to me, even if the intense pleasure was. Almost through a surreal lens, I could see my pearly semen baptizing her delicate folds, against that sacred inner pink and glaze her throbbing clit. Her hands moved in what seemed like slow motion, smearing my offering everywhere in her apparent hunger for it. I could plainly see her fingers pushing it carelessly inside, though the implications of this meant nothing to either of us at the time, lost as we were in a world of unadulterated pleasure. 

I finally lay relaxed on my side, breathing heavily, my rock-hard cock still in my fist. I felt a little dizzy, not surprisingly, having cum so damn hard twice in the same half-hour. Lynn's fingers were still working her pussy, spreading my offering around, the sticky sound as loud as our breathing or my heart pounding. Lynn's breasts heaved as she calmed herself, her eyes still closed while she tried to come back from her euphoria. Lest I lose control of myself, I laid down beside her again, my flank pressed to hers, something she did not object to. 

After another five minutes, she let out a final sigh, which was punctuated by a cool breeze passing over us. She turned to lie on her back and when she finally opened her eyes, they were distant, as if lost in thought. I couldn't say as I blamed her, given what we had just done. God knows, I had no idea what to do at the moment. I looked at her lovely face for a moment and then up at the sky with her, wondering what to say. 

"So much for a little innocent rebellion," she murmured, resting the back of her wrist on her forehead. "I don't know whether to continue this or not. I mean, I really want to, but..." 

"I know," I said, keeping her from having to say what she was struggling with. "Lynn, I'm not dumping the decision on you, per se, but whatever you conclude should happen, I will go along with it. But for the record, I am really enjoying my time with you." 

She smiled and reached down and patted my hand. "Well, it's not like we're fucking," she said finally. "We might just have to dial it back a bit for a while. I got carried away today, using your birthday as an excuse to do something extra naughty. Do you think we can tone it down for a bit?" 

"If that's what we need to do, then yes," I answered. "I'll admit you fuel a lot of my dreams and autoerotic moments." 

"Same here, sport," she said. "You've pounded my pussy more than a few times when I'm alone. But we have a good thing going on here and it looks like it fills a void for the two of us. Let's just be careful from hereon out after tonight, okay?" 

"You have a deal." 

"Good. Then we'll finish your birthday up with no regrets and move on from there." Lynn concluded. She sat up and then straddled my prostrate form, smiling down at me. Her quim was once again pressed to my cock, squirming it around until I became hard again, which was not at all difficult, given how erotic I found her. She began to slowly slide her pussylips up and down the length of my shaft as it pressed to my belly. She put her hands on my shoulders and closed her eyes as she ground on me. I wanted to grab and massage her tits, but settled for placing my hands on her hips and holding her as she moved back and forth. 

Before long, she was biting her lower lip and straining against me, pushing her hips down. I grunted and stiffened as I came, splattering my stomach with my essence. Lynn sighed and shivered as she came, her slick lips making delightful sounds as they slithered on my cock. She then slid forward, off my erection and pressed her slit against my belly, smearing her womanhood in my gooey cum. She smiled down at me as she reached behind and took hold of my pulsing cock, toying the engorged head against her pliant netherlips. 

"Mmmm, if only we could..." she said dreamily, teasing us both almost beyond endurance but stopping before she put me inside her. She finally released my member and settled back down, pressing it to my stomach again with her puss and smiled at me divinely. 

"Good God, look at how sticky and messy we are," she muttered, looking down at our crotches. "We're gonna need a super-solvent to pull ourselves apart if we sit like this much longer..." 

She slowly laid down on top of me for a moment, holding me close and sighing. I put my arms around her and slowly caressed up and down her back to her behind. I just inhaled the scent of her body. Her soft breasts pressed to my chest and I felt the patter of her heart. It was a normal beat and I was glad to see she had composed herself. 

Lynn slowly pushed herself down my body until her tits enveloped my cock. She massaged it with them for a little bit, looking up and smiling at me while she did so. Once she stopped, she rubbed her cheek against my shaft and then sat up again. She reached over and handed me a towel. We began cleaning ourselves off, but we both knew showers would be required to truly get rid of the evidence. 

Once we were dried we stood and started getting into our clothes. She stopped short of putting her shirt on and took my hands, pressing them to her incredible breasts. She helped me massage and squeeze them for a moment, smiling wickedly. "Just thought you should get a good feel of these girls once, slugger..." she cooed. Then she pulled her shirt over her head, sucked in her breath and then beamed a smile at me. "I hope that in some measure made a good birthday. I sure as heck enjoyed it. Thanks for attending!" 

"Best birthday and gift I've had in ages. Thank you." I said, meaning every word of it. We said goodbye and retreated to our respective homes. As I lay in bed that night, mulling things over in my head, I got a message from Lynn. The message read: "One more little gift for the birthday boy. Hope you like!" 

I pressed the icon and was rewarded with a fifteen second video of Lynn lying naked on her bed, moving and writhing and moaning as she masturbated. Her pussy glistened wantonly in the dim light. The sound of her moaning and panting was music to my ears. 

The clip was on my computer within seconds and played on a loop until I came hard and fell asleep, dreaming of what might have been. 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 03



Chapter 3- Behaving Is Hard 

Lynn and I met up twice in the week following my birthday and our little rendezvous' were comparatively tame. At least as tame as two people meeting behind a shed to piss together can get. There was no touching on either occasion and we kept the conversation from getting too scandalous. If we hadn't been naked and watching one another, it might have seemed a routine passing tradition of neighbours. 

We didn't ask who was going to go first and we more or less stripped out of our clothes without any ceremony. Lynn would squat and pee while I knelt and watched, keeping up our innocuous chatter. Then I would stand or kneel and do my thing while she observed and talked. The small talk was always that, small talk. We discussed her kids or the weather or how things were going for me at work. Then we would get dressed, thank one another for showing up and go back to our houses to await the next ritual. 

Early August arrived and Lynn casually mentioned her birthday was coming up. I told her she could have the night off from our little ritual but she replied that she would like to indulge it if that was okay with me. I acquiesced easily enough, wondering what was so boring about her life that this was a preferable alternative to spending time with her husband. 

Her birthday arrived and we had agreed to meet late at night, after everyone else was gone to bed. She was waiting for me behind the sheds around eleven, dressed in a plush terrycloth robe and I assumed she had nothing on beneath. She smiled and stepped forward and hugged me as I wished her a happy birthday and she purred a thank you. I could feel her huge, lovely breasts pressed to my chest through the material of her robe and my body stirred in response. She felt it and giggled, clearly pleased.  

"Michael, I know we agreed to dial it back for the good of my marriage, but can we make an exception tonight?" she asked as she shed her robe, revealing her amazing body to me. The moon pierced the tree canopy and illuminated her skin breathtakingly. "This was a sucky birthday." 

"I'm sorry to hear that, darling," I replied as I removed my own clothes, which consisted of a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. "May I ask why?" 

"Well, his lordship worked late, for one thing," she grumbled. "Dinner consisted of taking me to a local burger joint, along with the kids. I had fun with them, but Carter seemed to be in a hurry. We got home, he gave me a three-minute birthday fucking and then passed out." 

"Wow, king of the romantics, eh?" I mused as I stared at her body. We did this now unashamedly, since it was one of the reasons we indulged the ritual. No peeks or furtive glances, just open staring at my cock and her tits, pussy and ass. It worked for us. 

"He even used a fucking condom," she almost hissed. "With his wife. Who does that shit?" 

I stepped forward and hugged her, naked body to naked body. She didn't stiffen or resist at all, merely returning the gesture, her face against my broad shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, Lynn," I said quietly. "We can break the rule tonight." 

"Thank you," she whispered. "Don't worry, we won't fuck, but I do need to cum. We just can't be too direct about it, okay? I can still justify and rationalize that." 

I nodded and released her while she took a deep breath and gazed at my body. "First, are you okay with peeing on me again? We'll save that for the end when we conclude our ritual proper, okay? Until then, though, how shall we make ourselves cum without fucking or jerking one another off? We could do the almost-fucking thing again." 

I nodded. "God knows, I came hard enough when we did that. So run my shaft up and down your slit and tease your clit with my head until you cum?" 

"Oh, that does sound wonderful," she breathed, smiling slyly. "Jesus, I'm already wet from thinking about it." 

She sat down quickly, spread her legs and pulled her thick pussylips open for me, displaying herself wantonly. "See?" 

I grinned and knelt down, leaning in for a closer look. "Yes, that you are, darling." 

"Being an exhibitionist for you turns me on," she said breathily, tracing a single finger around her wet lips, teasing herself. "We can masturbate together, right?" 

"Yes." I replied readily, letting her see my hardening cock now, just in front of her. I began to stroke the shaft, bringing myself to full attention, as she deserved. 

"Mmmmm, good," she purred, continuing to work herself. "You gonna cum on my pussy again?" 

"Yes." 

Lynn now knelt up and got closer to me, her amazing, silken breasts pressed to my throbbing manhood. She caressed them up and down, enveloping me, which felt incredible. 

"No hands, no mouth and no fucking, but maybe a titty massage is acceptable, right?" 

It certainly was in my estimation. I watched rapt as my pulsing cockhead poked up through the magnificent globes, which she squeezed together. She rubbed up and down, massaging me. She hummed in pleasure as she ministered to me, clearly enjoying herself. 

"This should be my husband I do this stuff with," she said huskily, looking up into my eyes as she titty-fucked me. "But I need to be doing it so bad..." 

She now reached around my hips and hugged me close, pressing me between her breasts hard and grinding around. The side of her face rested against my stomach and I put my hands on her shoulders, kneading and massaging them while she did her thing. I could tell she wanted to do more, but we had agreed to keep from doing that ultimate deed. 

She pulled her face back and looked up at me, her eyes glinting with unreal lust, even in the darkness of night behind our sheds. I took hold of my cock and began tapping it against her cheeks, her nose and her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as I teased her, yearning to suck on it but refraining. 

"Evil man..." she whispered. 

She then turned around and got on all fours, presenting her incredible ass to me. Her pussy glistened wetly. 

"Drive me crazy, chief..." she panted quietly. "Make me regret my resolve..." 

I stood behind her and bent my knees so that I was in a semi-crouch. I took my cock and began stroking up and down her gooey slit, the cockhead passing over her clit and making us both shudder. I would occasionally draw the tip of the head over her pussylips, parting them ever so slightly, but not enough to break our agreement, as much as we both might have wanted that. Lynn hissed and ground back against me, desperate for more. 

Suddenly she moved forward away from me and bit her lip as she reached back and began sliding a finger in and out of her cooze, shuddering deliciously as she fucked herself. 

"Oooooh, okay..." she moaned. "Calmer now..." 

She sighed and then reached into the bag she'd brought, spreading a soft blanket on the ground. She then beckoned me over to join her, which I did. She began positioning me for whatever she had planned next. 

"Thanks for giving me a moment there, sport," she said quietly. "Almost lost it and drove myself back on your cock, hardcore." 

"A part of me really wanted you to," I admitted. "Not sure I would have had the willpower to stop you." 

"Let's have fun but be strong," she said, sitting me down and spreading my legs slightly. She then sat against me, her legs scissored with mine and pulled herself close to me, breasts to my chest. I could feel her gooey netherlips against my shaft and realized what she had planned. 

"It's not fucking if you're not in me, right?" she breathed as she began to squirm against me. We held one another close, staring into each other's eyes, almost forehead to forehead. My cock split her pussylips as she slithered it against me, both of us trembling as the vein on the underside of my shaft slid between them. 

I wanted to kiss her so bad. I wanted to slide my aching cock deep inside her pussy so bad it was unreal. But I somehow resisted, continuing to writhe against her, denying the powerful urge to just take her, consequences and promises be damned. 

She writhed and ground against me faster, her hands flexing on my back. Her nipples pressed like hard pebbles into my chest as she squirmed her breasts into me. Her slippery pussy had my cock glistening with its desire, which I could feel trickling down over my balls. 

"Put your hands on my ass," she panted, looking into my eyes. "Pull me closer. I want to be as close as possible without having you in me..." 

I complied readily, putting my hands firmly on those divine cheeks for the first time and wedging her against me as tightly as I could. She shuddered and sighed, my throbbing shaft between her netherlips and sliding against her inner pink. She pressed her forehead to mine again, lost in reverie. She rocked her hips up and down along my length, her womanhood making slick noises as we ground and humped. 

"Oh my God..." she whispered, nuzzling my cheek with hers. "Oh my God... if only we could..." 

She exhaled with effort as she rose onto her knees, pulling her pussy away from my cock. Her whole body was trembling with the effort of restraint. She looked down at me, eyes flashing in the darkness. 

"Sorry, skipper," she breathed. "Had to pull away there before I did something I should regret but wouldn't. Let me make it up to you a little..." 

Lynn then pressed her incredible breasts to my face, enveloping me with them. I moaned in pleasure, wondering what I'd done to deserve such exquisite pleasures recently. She wiggled her chest back and forth, her nipples passing over my mouth. 

"Go ahead and kiss 'em a little," she breathed. "Just don't bite or I'll lose it and we'll be fucking instantly." 

It sounded more like a dare than a request to me, but I did as asked, kissing her nipples gently and even swirling my tongue over them. I didn't really suck on them for the same reason I wouldn't bite, because I figured that might be too much. My hands stayed on her ass, supporting her as she writhed against me. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she cradled me, panting and purring. She then reached under herself and took my throbbing cock in her hand. She pumped back and forth on it for a moment before lowering her body down, pressing the throbbing head against her pussylips, parting them ever so slightly. I moaned in pleasure, I was so close. She toyed it back and forth, never inserting me inside, but clearly wanting to and only holding off by some insane act of iron will. 

Then she pulled away from me and laid back on the blanket, spreading her legs wide. She held her arms out, beckoning me to her, eyes smouldering with unreal lust. 

"Get down here..." she rasped, barely in control. "Lie on me and fuck your cock against my cunt. Just don't put it in... please..." 

I was on her in a moment, writhing my body against hers. She groaned and wrapped her legs around me as she rocked back and forth, my raging hard cock pressed between us, sliding up and down her lips desperately. We humped and ground with an almost wild abandon and I was not sure if people couldn't hear us, no matter how isolated we were. I leaned down and kissed her breasts again and she shuddered with a dreadful eagerness. Her hips pressed up and keeping myself from slipping inside her wet, blossoming pussy was becoming actual work. I wanted to so bad. 

My body was beginning to shake as the familiar warmth enveloped me. I could feel her body readying itself too, both of us surrendering to the mutual orgasm that was approaching rapidly. 

"You about to blow, hun?" she whispered in my ear, nuzzling my cheek. I nodded and pushed against her harder, indicating my need. She pushed me up, rearing me back until I was kneeling between her legs, using my hand to pump my cock furiously. 

"Fire it on me!" she hissed, her fingers still stimulating her womanhood expertly. "Get your cum on my pussy. Just don't put your cock in me..." 

I needed no encouragement and I pumped my cock with a will, body stiffening as I felt the tingling surge flood through me. My back arched and I moaned as loudly as I dared, my cum shooting in ropes, splattering against her pussy. Lynn gasped as she felt it hit her, pulling her netherlips wide, taking some of the shots inside her gooey hole. She pressed her hips up so that my cockhead was right at the entrance, spurting directly in. I shook violently and some of my cum shot further up her body, spattering her stomach and her tits. Lynn moaned erotically at the feel of my warm cum on her skin. Her own cum bubbled over from within, glistening on her lips and against my cock when it was pressed to her. 

We were both silent for some time, panting and unable to say anything. I watched her lovely body heaving in the moonlight, an erotic fantasy that I would never be able to forget. Cum continued to ooze from the tip of my cock, which was pressed to her opening still. Her slippery hand pinched the head gently, squeezing the last of my essence onto her waiting labia before taking my hand gently. She smiled up at me. 

"You and I are not good at this whole behaving thing," she murmured. "Any old excuse like a birthday will do. We'd better not meet up on any holidays. Labour Day would be dangerous..." 

I simply nodded, unwilling to speak just yet. Our fingers stroked one another and my still-rigid cock rested now against her sticky pussy. I slowly laid back down on her and she took me into her arms, our bodies nestling together. She undulated beneath me gently, loving the feel of my strong form on top of hers. Her gooey pussy squirmed against my now softening member and I pressed my forehead to hers. Her fingernails traced along my jaw as she looked into my eyes. 

"That was pretty damned intense," she whispered, her fingers on my lips. "I wanted you inside me so badly, but against all odds we managed to keep from doing that. Not sure if I'm impressed or disappointed." 

"Me either." I said finally. "Like I don't spend enough time masturbating while I think of you." 

Lynn giggled and poked my nose with a sticky finger. "I admit, I cum a lot thinking about you, it's not exactly intermittent. If we can't stick to just pissing, do you think we can stick to this level of misbehaviour?" 

"So no kissing, jerking one another off or fucking? Just masturbating and lots of torturous grinding?" I posited. "I can probably do that. I've cum harder tonight not fucking you than I have fucking some girls." 

"Fair enough, I cum harder with you than I do with Carter these days, even when he does fuck me." Lynn replied. "I guess we both need this, hm?" 

She held out her pinkie finger. "No kissing, jerking one another off or fucking?" 

I wrapped my pinkie into hers. "Deal." 

"Good," she sighed, smiling and nestling her pussy to my cock. "Now let's get our ritual underway. Go ahead and just pee, lover..." 

I nodded and knelt up between her legs. She smiled dreamily and pulled her thick, sticky lips apart, exposing herself to me. I took hold of my cock and pressed the head against her pussy. I felt the rush and began to pee, causing her to sigh as I inundated her. She pressed her hips up gently and I could see my offering trickling inside her. Soon it bubbled over but I was still not done. I laid down again on top of her, my soft cock pressed to her womanhood as I continued to pee. Our fingers entwined beside her head as we looked into one another's eyes. Her hips and pussy undulated slowly and gently as she began to pee against me, our libations mingling between us. 

We finally finished and sighed heavily together. She hugged me close, humming in my ear and giving it a nibble before looking into my eyes. 

"One kiss? Just to have done it?" 

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. We resisted using our tongues but it was still incredibly arousing for me and my cock began to stir to life. Lynn giggled and shifted her hips around. 

"That turned on by me, are you?" she quipped, smiling slyly at me. "Naughty boy..." 

She wrapped her legs around me and I could feel my swollen cockhead pushed between her lips, warm and wet. Was I inside of her? Did this count as fucking? She purred as she raked her fingers along my back and bit my shoulder gently. 

"I want to fuck you so bad, but I can't..." she whispered. "I have to keep from giving in completely, Michael, no matter how much I want it. I am still married. This thing of ours will pass, I know, and I need to be able to say I made it out of this without disgracing myself completely. Does that make sense?" 

"As much as it can, I suppose," I said amiably. "We'll find a way to keep our deal." 

She leaned her head up and kissed me again before rolling out from beneath me. She giggled as our mixed pee and cum began to dribble and bubble out of her pussy, making some funny sounds. 

"You and I are nuts," she said in light-hearted tone. "Your cum and your pee are both in me but somehow we've managed to avoid fucking. How insane is that?" 

We toweled ourselves off and I helped her put the soiled towels and the sheet back into her back that she brought. She slipped back into her robe and looked at me, blushing. 

"I'd give you a hug goodnight, but to be honest I'm not sure I trust myself. I would probably fuck you if I touched you again, I am so turned on right now." 

"Return to our respective domiciles and send one another pics and videos later?" I suggested. She beamed a smile and nodded. "Sounds good. See you in the movies, sport!" 

Then she blew me a kiss and wiggled off, making sure she lifted the back of her robe to expose her ass to me as she disappeared into the darkness. I chuckled and returned to my house, where I showered and masturbated furiously. We exchanged some pictures and videos later that night but I felt calmer than I thought I would. We seemed to have found a level of ritual and taboo we could be satisfied with. We could justify it as being not a full-blown affair because we weren't kissing or fucking. 

It seemed we'd achieved the balance we sought. 

*** 

Two nights later, I had Lynn pushed up against the back wall of the shed and we were staring intently into one another's eyes as I slid my raging-hard cock back and forth over her slippery pussy. Her hips were tilted forward, my cockhead brushing over her clit with each pass. Lynn hissed and bit my shoulder as we both shuddered and began to cum. My hands reached down and took her by the ass, pulling her close. My pearly cum smeared all over her and her wetness covered my cock. 

We held one another close, waiting for the lovely flush of ecstasy to pass before she released me and squatted, beginning to pee. I took hold of my cock, aimed carefully and began to piss on her incredible breasts. She moaned in pleasure as we completed our ritual before standing and giving me a warm hug. 

We toweled off and said our goodnights, promising to set up another visit soon. 

*** 

This particular night was a mellow one, where we had decided to merely lie on the blanket together on our side, bodies barely touching, and look into one another's eyes while masturbating. My fist pumped my cock while Lynn fingered herself, her intense blue eyes locked with mine. 

Her nipples pressed to me and as her hips squirmed I could feel her hand touch mine or the pulsing head of my manhood. She bit her lip as she looked at me, her body warm, radiating her pleasure. We both wanted so much more so badly, yet refrained, an agreement that allowed us to morally justify continuing the ritual that meant so much to us. 

"Tease it against me, darling..." she whispered as she humped her fingers. "Let me feel your cockhead against my lips." 

I nodded and pressed my hips forward while her fingers rearranged themselves on her pussy to allow me access. She shuddered as my swollen head touched her clit before dragging it up and down her slippery netherlips. They parted just slightly around it. Her inner pussy was fairly blazing with her desire. It was so close. It would take a single push... 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 03



Lynn moaned and undulated her hips, driving me wild as I felt her stickiness along my length. She pressed her forehead to mine, whispering to herself as she got closer and closer to orgasm with me. I could feel my body trembling and we both knew we wouldn't last long. 

"Just the tip, Michael," she panted. "Can you manage to put just the tip in as you cum?" 

She wiggled closer to me without waiting for a response and slung her right leg over my hip, allowing me easier access. I kept firm hold of my cock but now pushed up ever so slightly, easing the head just between her delicate folds and inside. I could tell I was in when I felt the fluttering pressure of her walls contracting around me and stopped. No matter how much I wanted to push on, I would not disappoint this beautiful woman. 

Lynn sighed and shivered around me as she came, moaning as my fist pumped my cock and my twitching head erupted inside her. Her pussy squeezed and my cum spurted deep down into her. She pulled her upper body against mine, breasts squashed to me and forehead to mine as she shuddered and ground in pleasure. 

"Tell me not to push," she squeaked, her voice begging. "Tell me not to push, Michael, please." 

"Don't push, Lynn," I panted, desperately wanting to say the exact opposite. "It'll be fine. Just cum and don't push." 

She let go of her pussy and put her arm around my shoulder now, trembling with the effort. I was still cumming in Lynn and the effort of not ramming herself down on my cock seemed to be killing her. She keened as she refrained, squeezing as tight as she could around me. 

"Pull out when you're done..." she gasped and reached back to find something inside the bag she'd brought with her. "Oh God, pull out when you're done, please..." 

My cock finished pumping its load inside her and I withdrew the head from inside her. A split second later she had a dildo in her hand and slammed her pussy down on it, pumping along its length reflexively and exhaling loudly. Without being asked to but knowing it was the right thing to do, I pressed my thumb against her clit, helping her ride out the staggering orgasm she was having. 

I watched rapt as her pussy greedily swallowed the chrome phallus, smearing it and bubbling over with her cum, mixed with my own. After a couple of powerful thrusts, she threw her arms around me and kissed me, holding my close. I wrapped my arms around her and held the kiss. There was no tongue, just pressure. It may have been a violation of our rule, but it was really damned necessary at the moment, to keep anything else from happening. 

She moaned softly into my mouth and withdrew the dildo from herself, rolling it aside. She then nestled her hips to me, my sticky, still-hard cock pressed along the length of her gooey slit. Her hand caressed the back of my head as she finished our kiss and rubbed her nose to mine. 

"Thank you," she murmured, almost as if she were asleep. "Thank you for being so strong and not pushing in. Thank you for keeping me from taking you in." 

"I'll never disappoint you like that, I promise." I said quietly. "No matter how much I want to." 

She smiled as gave me a peck on the lips again. "So dutiful. I ought to reward you by sinking down 

onto that lovely cock, just once." 

"Oh, God, Lynn, no..." I chuckled. "I'm not that strong. If you did that, all bets'd be off and I'd pin you and fuck you for sure." 

"Sounds heavenly, lover," she cooed, now teasing her pussylips against my engorged head, sinking down ever so slightly to part them. She was in control now, so I could trust her to not make this more difficult. "I brought that dildo with me so that I could fuck something hard once I began cumming. You made me cum so damn hard but I couldn't have that final bit with you." 

"I understand, Lynn," I replied, smiling and caressing through her hair. We laid on our sides and held one another close, bodies together, lips barely brushing as we breathed but not kissing. I finally sighed and asked a question that needed answering. 

"You know, we're not fucking, but I still manage to cum inside you quite copiously," I mentioned. "Is that okay?" 

Lynn giggled. "I'm on birth control shots, hun, trust me, we're fine. I wouldn't let it happen if it were an issue." 

"Well that's good to hear..." I said, grinning evilly and pushing up with my hips. I could feel the head slide through her outer lips and Lynn gasped and pulled her hips away in shock. Her eyes were wide as she swatted me and giggled. 

"You bastard!" she hissed in delight. "What if I hadn't been faster to pull away? What if I hadn't tried to at all?" 

"I knew you would, though." I admitted. "Just keeping it real for us." 

"God, I guess we do need that once in a while, right?" she agreed. "All we were supposed to do is jerk off together and then we try to put your dick in me. Are we horrible people?" 

"No, just desperately horny for one another." 

She sighed. "True. I'm worried that our little ritual is becoming an almost-affair. I'm experiencing some emotional investment, to be honest." 

I smiled. "Me too. But we can stick to our promise. We clearly have the willpower, against all odds and reasoning." 

"Well, we broke the 'no kissing' rule already." Lynn murmured. "And I do like the kissing. Okay, revision... no making out, no jerking one another off to orgasm, no real oral and no fucking. 

"Okay, but you'd better keep that dildo handy." I suggested. 

"Mmmmm, I know, or I'll be tempted to make use of this bad boy..." she purred, reaching down and stroking her hand along my cock, which twitched in response. She toyed it against her pussylips gently before moving down to envelop it between her breasts. I rolled onto my back and let her squirm them on my length, which felt heavenly. My erection stayed and she finally took hold of it again, squeezing up along the shaft to milk cum out of me. She licked the tip, swirling her tongue around it before giving it a kiss and releasing me from her velvet grasp. 

"I think we'd better wrap up this sideshow before we keep finding excuses, right?" she said breathily, kneeling up and waiting for me. I knelt in front of her and fondled her breasts, which she pushed toward me. We kissed again, fighting the urge to open our mouths and I pulled away, standing up. She wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft again before angling it up and running her tongue along the underside. I felt it was safe to let her do as she pleased, since she seemed to be in control of herself again, something I could not guarantee. She stood and turned around before leaning over, letting me see her press my cockhead against her thick, pliant lips. She swirled it around for a moment, promising paradise before stepping away and turning to smirk at me. 

"I want to see a good video of you cumming tonight," she said, reaching for her towel and tossing me mine. "And I'll send you a couple of amazing teasers as well. Deal?" 

"You know it." I sighed, looking forward to the release. I dressed quickly and waited for her to do likewise. She put on her robe, leaned up and gave me a kiss before swishing away, flashing her ass at me as had become part of our ritual before disappearing into her house. 

The video of the cumshot I sent Lynn later lasted a full minute, thanks to her. 

*** 

"Let's do something different this time," Lynn panted as I pinned her down and slid my cock along her pussylips. She squirmed and writhed beneath me, grinding her hips in sensual circles, the slick, slippery noises driving us both wild. "Sound good?" 

"What do you have in mind?" I grunted as I felt my body tensing, ready to explode. 

"I love your cum in my pussy," she hissed, trying to hold on. "But how about my mouth? Want to shoot it in my mouth tonight?" 

"Sounds amazing," I groaned as I got off of her and stood. She knelt up eagerly and opened her mouth wide as she got between my legs. I inserted the head far enough inside to make sure I hit the mark and jerked my cock hard, feeling the familiar, boiling tingle and then erupted, shooting ropes of thick cum into her waiting mouth. Her hands churned in her pussy and brought her to orgasm as I filled her mouth, both of us moaning in pleasure. 

But I was still cumming hard and now aim at her magnificent tits, lashing them with my semen. She shuddered as I pressed the throbbing head against her nipples and she pushed her breasts together, massaging my slippery organ. Her eyes were closed as she swallowed my offering, reveling in the taste, seemingly. 

We both sighed as the orgasm subsided and I took her gently by the head, letting her rest against my hip, just to the side of my still-throbbing cock. She hummed against my skin before looking up at me to beam a bright smile and a wink. 

"Wasn't oral," she declared. "I never actually took you in my mouth, it just happened to be open when you came." 

"Fair logic," I grinned. "I like how you think." 

She then looked at my swollen member and took it in her hand, pumping along its length until cum dribbled out. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked it in, swirling her tongue to incredible effect. She drained me of the remnants of my seed and looked up at me solemnly. 

"Wasn't oral. You'd already cum and we agreed to not getting one another off orally." 

"Well in that case..." I said, pushing her onto her back and lifting her hips in the air so her knees were over my shoulders. She gasped and shook as I kissed her pussy and then lashed her clit with my tongue before putting her back down. She looked at me in wide-eyed disbelief and then giggled. 

"Clearly I'm not the only one with a mind for technicalities." Lynn quipped as she sat up and smiled happily. 

"Yeah, leave it to us to find a way to get my cock fully inside you and prove it wasn't fucking." I mused. 

"Ugh, don't remind me, I've been torturing myself for days trying to figure that one out," she sighed. "But I'm pretty sure that's the one line we'll never get away with crossing. Does that bother you?" 

I chuckled and shook my head. "Lynn, what we're doing is more than a man could hope for, even with our limitations in place. I freely admit I want to fuck you, more than you can imagine, but we have a deal. I'll stick to it, I promise." 

"I'm glad to hear that..." she cooed as she pressed me down on my back and then lay down to kiss me. 

*** 

I had Lynn on her back and her knees bent with her behind in the air. I knelt against her and dragged my cock back and forth across her pussylips, the sticky friction causing us both to shudder and pant in desire. Her eyes glinted with lust as she stared up at me. 

"Gonna get that cum inside me again, lover?" she whispered. I nodded, eager to fulfill her wish. 

"I envy you because you get to watch close up," she breathed as she reached between her long legs and grasped her netherlips around my cock, sliding squeezing them around the shaft. "Can you use my camera on my cell to record it for me? I want to see it..." 

I nodded again and she reached over and fumbled around for the pocket of her jeans with one hand while she massaged her slit with the other. Finally she found her cellphone and handed it to me. I turned it on, pointed it at the action and began recording. 

"And don't worry about filming just that, lover," she panted. "You can film all of me, I'm the only one who will see it." 

I recorded my throbbing cock sliding along the length of her slick pussylips, splitting them and grazing over her clit. The camera panned up past her middle to her heaving breasts, gleaming in the moonlight. Then I came to her lovely face, framed in her luxurious golden hair. Her eyes were shining and had an almost pleading aspect to them as she bit her lip, pleasure mounting within. 

"God, I want your cum..." she whispered. "I wish I could just let you fuck me..." 

I trailed the camera back down her exquisite body until I was once again focused on the action below. She used her hands to caress my cock shaft with her moist lips, both our bodies trembling as we came so close to fucking... 

I shuddered, took firm hold of the base of my shaft and pressed the head of my cock down while she pulled her lips wide. I brought her cellphone's camera in close as the glistening head jerked and twitched, pumping my cum down into her waiting puss. Lynn moaned as she felt my warmth entering her. I stroked along my length eagerly, squeezing out my essence. What didn't go down into her smeared her already sticky netherlips, the camera catching everything. 

Her hips began to roll down, her legs on either side of me, while I continued to pump my cock. The last sticky strands spattered her belly and even her breasts, before I relaxed and rested it against her, just the tip pressing through her pussylips. She hummed in satisfaction as she swirled her forefinger in the cum droplets on her tits before licking them off. 

"Mmmmm, good boy," she purred, looking at me through heavily lidded eyes now that she had cum. "I can't wait to watch that tonight." 

She squirmed her pussy against my shaft a little more and giggled and I teased the head against her clit before pushing it just inside. Finally I lay on my back and she now straddled me, rubbing her sticky lips along my length before suddenly peeing on me. She smirked down at me as she leaned forward, resting her hands on my arms while baptizing me. By way of response, I took my now-softening cock and pressed the head just back inside her. Lynn bit her lip and shivered as I returned the favour, my pee shooting up inside her tight passage. She lay down and snuggled into me, squirming her sticky hips around on mine. My cockhead head fell out of her and rested between her glorious cheeks. 

We kissed gently for a few minutes before she stood and began drying us both off. A hug was our send-off and we would text one another later that night. We sent one another pictures and videos before retiring. It was another night of wonderful dreams for me. 

*** 

Lynn had her ass in the air and face down into a rolled-up towel, chewing on it as she cried out in orgasm. I was holding her by her hips and sliding my cock up and down between her ass cheeks, shuddering as my cum erupted forth, first smearing her wet pussy and then pooling onto her lower back. 

We both heaved and shuddered as we began to calm down, waiting for the orgasm to pass. As she felt it do so, she reached underneath herself and spread her pussylips with two fingers. I pressed my still-swollen head against her and began to pee, even as she did likewise. We both sighed in pleasure at yet another culmination of our little ritual and I fell onto my back on the blanket. Lynn then laid back on top of me, facing up toward the night sky. My hands wandered over her lovely body, caressing her breasts while her hand reached down between our legs and caressed my still hard shaft against her pussy. She turned her head to look at me, winked and kissed my nose. 

"We should do it one night like this," she whispered. "I'd love to feel your cock coming up between my legs and then watch your cum just jet up between us and down on my ladybits. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" 

I couldn't have agreed more and we planned for that to be our next meeting. As we parted ways, I realized that I was enjoying this more than just about anything I'd ever done, even though we weren't fucking. 

I couldn't wait for the next session. 

*** 

As promised, we tried the position the next night. Lynn squirmed on top of me, facing the sky while her head was turned to the side and we kissed. From below, my cock slid up and down her pussylips, brushing her clit with each passing stroke. My hands were massaging her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, causing her to moan and grind around lustily. 

We were both close and she stopped kissing me for a moment to whisper in my ear. "Want to put the tip in and cum? You can if you promise not to push. God, I want you to cum in me so bad..." 

I nodded and reached down to her netherlips and pulled them apart, stretching her as I pushed the head of my cock just inside her walls. I shuddered and released myself, feeling my cum pump inside her. Lynn squirmed and sighed, pulling her hips up my body just enough to keep me from truly entering her if I lost control. Her lips pressed to mine fiercely as we kissed, losing ourselves in the orgasm we shared. 

She rocked on top of me until the waves of pleasure passed and then we lay still. I kept my hands on her pussylips but stopped pulling so hard. She purred and snuggled against me, basking in the afterglow of our almost-sex. 

"So good with you..." she whispered in my ear before planting little kisses on my cheek. "I love it..." 

She kept the head of my cock inside her and I could feel her squeeze her pussy muscles around it. She caressed her breasts for a while, bringing herself back to normalcy, or our best semblance thereof. Some time later she gently rolled off me and onto her side, facing me. I did likewise, our bodies pressed as we looked into one another's eyes. 

"Hmmmm, got any spunk left in there, skipper?" she asked, smirking at me. I nodded and she reached down to wrap her hand around my johnson and began pumping, stopping occasionally to massage it and my balls with her palm. 

"Mmmm, you can massage my pussy if you like," she whispered, nuzzling to me. "Just don't put your fingers in..." 

I reciprocated willingly, rubbing my palm over her mushy, sticky lips, causing her to purr and moan. As requested, I did not stick any fingers inside her, but pressed them against her little nub, causing wonderful shivers. Her hand stroked up and down my shaft while she smirked at me. 

"We are so naughty and so bad at boundaries," she whispered. "I hate them so much." 

"I hate them too," I replied, giving her lips a gentle squeeze. "But necessary." 

"I know," Lynn murmured, sighing as she stroked up and down my length wistfully. She crawled down between my legs for a moment and squeezed up along my length, milking the last cum out and sucking it off the head gently. She hummed and smiled up at me. 

We slowly got dressed, knowing we needed to stop or we would not be able to. We said our goodbyes and sent each other pictures later that night. She sent me a lovely video of her pussylips pulled wide apart, wet and pink with her need, whispering that she wanted to feel my cum in her again soon. 

How much more of this did she think I could take? 

*** 

Lynn had seemed somewhat subdued the next time we met- she was still happy to see me and all, but much softer in her manners. We laid together side-by-side and held one another for some time. We caressed one another and gave small kisses, but little more. Something seemed to be on her mind. 

"I've become so dependent on this," she said quietly, reaching down now and stroking her fingernails along my shaft, barely grazing. "I have so little intimacy with Carter, it's ridiculous. I'm lucky if we fuck once a week and it's so damned unsatisfying." 

She held her body over mine and slowly glided down my form, until she reached my cock. Her lovely breasts enveloped the shaft and she caressed me until I was throbbing and hard. She smiled up at me and kissed the head, trailing her tongue around it. I chuckled and took hold of my cock, tapping it against her cheeks, as if to chastise her. 

"Naughty girl," I said. "If you keep this up, I won't be responsible for what happens next." 

"Ooh, big talk, mister," she purred as she now straddled me and pulled me up into a sitting position. "So sure of yourself?" 

She squashed her breasts to my chest, moving them back and forth slowly as she ran her fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes. She moved her gooey pussy up and down my cock, causing us both to shiver. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 03



Then she paused as her slit touched my throbbing head and didn't move for a moment. There was no sound, except our breathing and the pounding of our hearts. 

Her pussylips split around my cockhead and she looked into my eyes. Then she slowly moved down just a bit, the head now inside her. Lynn bit her lip and I could feel her hands tightening ever so slightly at the back of my head. I continued to hold her steadily, waiting to see what she would do. 

She eased herself down a tiny bit more, just past the head now. It was a daring game we were playing and we were terrified to see who would blink first. I could feel her trembling as she moved further down my shaft... 

Before I could feel the exquisite heaven of her walls around my cock, I sighed and smiled, easing myself down and away from her. 

"It's okay, Lynn," I whispered, staring into her deep blue eyes. "We are in control." 

She trembled and sighed, though whether in relief or the frustration of denial I could not initially tell. She sat on her knees and struggled to rein in her almost primordial urges. 

"Holy freaking God, you're strong," she breathed. "I don't know that I would have stopped. I wanted to fuck you so bad, Michael." 

"And I want to fuck you," I agreed. "But we agreed we would not do that. Lynn, we clearly want one another so badly and cannot behave or stick to our boundaries, but maybe that's the one we need to avoid." 

Lynn sighed and nodded again. "There's no denying this is an affair, is there? True, we're not fucking, per se, but that's just about all we're not doing and I am pretty sure having your cockhead inside me and jizzing in my cunt technically qualifies anyway." 

She put her hands over her face and groaned in frustration as she looked up at the darkness of night. "Gnnnn, I just want to fuck! I just want to be fucked! Is that so wrong?" 

She looked at me now and her eyes were flashing with annoyance. "You know Carter won't even let me suck his cock? He thinks it's messy! So I am allowed to jerk him to hardness and then he sticks it to me for maybe three minutes before he blows and then rolls over and sleeps, leaving me to finish myself off! How can he not want me to suck his cock?" 

She pushed me down again. "We can't fuck, but you are so getting a blowjob tonight, mister. And there'd better not be any objections. And you sure as hell had better cum in my mouth..." 

Without another word, she pushed her mouth right down on my cock, taking me all the way in. The sudden, warm sensation enveloping me was Heaven and I shuddered and groaned, hopefully not loudly. She bobbed up and down on my shaft, her hand following along behind her lips, massaging and squeezing gently. I saw her free hand snake its way down between her legs and she began massaging her wet pussy as she sucked me. 

My hands found her hair and caressed and knotted in it as I gently pumped my hips against her face. She hummed, vibrating her lips around my shaft and I felt her tongue also begin to expertly swirl around my length. How she stayed so masterful at sucking cock when apparently her husband hated it was beyond me, but I didn't exactly feel the urge to ask her at the moment either. 

Lynn bobbed up and down hungrily, clearly loving what she was doing. She moaned in a kind of ecstasy, the sound articulating how much she had missed giving head and the sheer relief she felt, even if it was behind our garages in the dark with her neighbour. I could feel her breasts grazing against my thighs, her nipples hard with her arousal. 

Clearly she wasn't interested in prolonging the session and wanted my cum, because she worked me into a frenzy and I stiffened and groaned as the heat boiled up within me. I gasped as I shot a titanic load of cum, which she began swallowing with a devilish hunger, even as she fingered herself to her own orgasm. She sucked my cum down, still bobbing along my shaft before pulling her mouth off and pressing my cock against her tits, jerking and massaging as I splattered them. Her eyes were closed in delight as she felt the heat of my essence on her silken skin. 

I was not even finished cumming before she crawled up my body, pressed herself to me and kissed me deeply, squirming her gooey pussy against my pulsing rod. My cum smeared her pussylips as she ground against me. I held her tight and moaned into her mouth, a sound she echoed with her own. She lay on top of me, trembling as we let our mutual bliss subside. I could still feel her pussylips against me, split by my shaft. The head of my cock poked up between her cheeks, still oozing cum. 

"Holy shit," she whispered, putting her face next to mine as she tried to calm down. "I want to feel the tip of your cum-covered cock in me, but I won't be able to stop. Keep it out..." 

I nodded and held her close, still rather dizzy from how hard she made me cum. We lay in embrace for some time before she rolled off me and looked at the sky again, but kept her body pressed to mine. 

"Damned if there isn't a sex demon waking in me," she murmured. "And I'll be damned if I know what to do about it." 

She finally sat up and looked at me. "Let's pee and call it a night before something happens, skipper." 

We didn't have what it took to simply pee. We were all over one another as we did. Pressing her back against the wall of the garage, I rubbed my swollen but now-limp cock all over her pussy before peeing on it and she did the same to me. We ground our bodies together and somehow refrained from kissing but looked deep into one another's eyes as we baptized each other. We both fell to our knees, panting at the restraint we were showing. 

We finally managed to pull ourselves apart and toweled off. She dressed and smiled sheepishly at me, thanking me for a lovely evening. She then gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and darted away into the night. I made my way back to my house and took an icy shower. As I lay in bed, I admitted to myself that I had no idea about how to keep from fucking her. 

*** 

Then I didn't hear from her for about two weeks. It had become late August and while I saw her around and we waved to one another, I received no text messages or other communication from her. I never saw her in the back behind the shed, doing anything on her own either so I figured something was wrong. It seemed weird to me to text her and ask for an explanation, since she owed me nothing- it's not like I was a jilted lover. Maybe she had just begun to compose and control herself and decided that our little ritual had run its course and was no longer needed. 

But then I got a text message one evening as I was getting off work stating that she was in her car nearby and could I meet her at a certain corner. I replied I could and made my way to the designated spot. Sure enough, her minivan was there and she opened the door and beckoned me in. I got in and she drove off somewhat suddenly, before I'd fully closed the door. 

"Sorry about being abrupt," she said in a rather dull tone. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll explain..." 

I nodded and waited patiently while she drove. The town I am stuck in is bisected by a river and she drove us down to an outlying area near the wharves and docks. At this time of day, the area is completely dead, the only lifeforms being the gulls and the mutant fish in the polluted river water. 

She pulled into a small parking lot behind some trees and turned off the engine. She stared ahead at the river for some time and I waited for her to say what was bothering her. Her expression seemed unusually hard and there was a set to her jaw that was not becoming on her lovely face. 

"Carter's been cheating on me," she said quietly. "For nearly two fucking years and I didn't know it." 

She hadn't asked me to do it but I leaned over and pulled her to me, hugging her tight. Consoling her seemed to be the thing to do. She allowed me to hug her, hardly moving. 

"I'm so sorry, Lynn," I whispered. "What an idiot." 

"Thanks," she murmured. "I've been crying for two weeks. I'm done crying. Now I'm just mad. He's been seeing a fucking secretary at his work for nearly two years." 

"Wow, talk about unoriginal." I commented, wrinkling my nose. 

"I know, right?" Lynn added. "She's not even that pretty." 

"Does he know you know?" I asked, letting her go. She rested back in her seat, sort of zoning out. 

"No, he doesn't. I intend to keep it that way, to see what happens, you know?" 

"I understand, but what are you going to do?" 

"I'm fucking pissed," she almost snarled, sitting forward. "I'm going to fix my fucking marriage somehow. You know Carter maybe has sex with me once a month?" 

"That's just dumb," I said with certainty. "You're amazing to look at and you must be great in bed." 

"Damn right!" she announced. "I'm always trying to spice up our love life, even let him do things to me I haven't done since college, if I could convince him to do anything remotely exciting aside from pump his dick in and out of me for three minutes. But he's always too tired or not in the mood." 

"Well apparently we know why, he's got his little secretary power trip on the side," I reasoned. "It must be a power thing. He doesn't feel like he can own you, I guess. You're too dynamic." 

"I'm his fucking wife, you would think that'd take precedence." Lynn growled. "Every fucking weekend we go to church and he smiles and acts all pious. Here I thought that I was the one committing a sin by hiding in a dark corner and pissing with you..." 

"So what do you plan to do to fix your marriage if you're not going to confront him and make him call it off?" I asked, trying to sound reasonable. 

"I don't know yet," she answered, looking at her lap. "But what I do know is that I am pissed and I cannot forgive him until I feel like I've had my revenge or that we're even. Does that makes sense?" 

I nodded, getting an inkling of where this conversation was about to go. 

"Michael," she said, turning to face me, her expression earnest. "I am so mad that I'm going to go and fuck someone. Or maybe a lot of someones. He's been making a fool of me for two years. But trusting people is hard, especially with random flings in a small town. I am going to fuck until I am not mad at him anymore and feel avenged." 

She placed a hand on mine. "Would you...would you be my affair until then?" 

I stared at her while she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind. "I can keep myself from falling in love with you, but at least I like you, a lot. That makes it personal and my revenge sweeter. Also, we already know we can be discreet. If I fucked a different person, I'd have no guarantee of not getting caught. Please, I really need this. It's you or someone else..." 

My body, of course, already know what its answer was. It knew before the question was fully asked. My conscience, on the other hand, was much more conflicted, especially since my ex-wife had cheated and me and left me in despair. However, I believed Lynn that she was going to somehow save her marriage and it's not like Carter was an innocent cuckold in all of this. 

"Lynn, if I do this for you, it's got to be on the understanding that we won't fall in love, so we agree there," I said quietly. "I like you a lot too. Under other circumstances I'd be trying to make you my own for sure. If you really mean to save your marriage and this is a step you need to work through the hurt he's caused you, then I'm in. I promise to never implicate or mention you in any capacity to my friends that might compromise you. You have my solemn word." 

Lynn sighed and hugged me, trembling a little. 

"Thank you," she said in a tiny voice. "You have no idea what this means." 

Now she looked up at me. "This is revenge, sport. It has to feel like revenge for me. You can't be wishy-washy about helping me. You've got to be in all the way and ready for it." 

"I think I can accomplish this." I said, smiling down into her face. She smiled and hugged me again before turning her attention back to the van and turning it on. 

"I'm still kind of pissy, so we're not doing anything this second," she mentioned. "Let's drive for a bit and I'll tell you everything that got me here and why I decided what I did." 

We headed around town, driving casually while she explained about how she had eventually found out- a friend of hers had been walking by the back of Carter's building and saw him kissing the secretary before heading inside. The bitch had waved to him and jogged down the alley, accidentally dropping panties out of her purse in the process, a pair of unattractive creme-coloured granny panties. 

Then these panties had shown up in Carter's dry-cleaning once. Lynn had not really thought anything of it, since dry cleaners can make mistakes and the panties in question were unattractive granny-style panties. She had casually mentioned it to that same friend one day while they were jogging and her friend told her about the other incident nearly a year earlier. It hadn't taken Lynn more than a few seconds to put everything together. 

"Why hadn't she said anything to you at the time?" I asked. 

"We didn't know each other back then, at least not very well," Lynn admitted. "My friend is a swinger and didn't really give the matter a second thought. By the time the dry cleaning thing came up, she'd forgotten all about it." 

We were stopped at a light and she leaned her head back against the built-in rest on the chair. "Ugh, what the fuck, Carter? She's not even slightly attractive! She's thick and mousy and has big feet-" 

"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "Does she have kind of lanky dark hair and wears bright red lipstick? Like Christmas tree red?" 

"Yes..." Lynn replied suspiciously. 

"Does she kind of look like your husband?" I asked. 

Lynn thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I guess she does. Never thought of that before. Maybe a little darker." 

"Then I've seen her too," I concluded, my face grim. "Maybe a year ago, soon after I moved in. She left the house and they kissed sort of casually. They looked enough alike that I assumed it was his sister." 

"I must have been in LA with the kids," she fumed. "In our own house? Damn him!" 

"Wow, she is not attractive," I said. "Is he blind? That's the only reason I can think of for him chasing her instead of craving you." 

"No, he's just a fucking moron," Lynn muttered. "You'd think he'd at least cheat on me with a hot young secretary who could give me a run for my money in the looks department." 

"Yeah, good luck finding one of those within a hundred miles. Look, Lynn, it doesn't make sense. It really doesn't." 

"I know," she said in irritation. "He asked me to give up my career so I could raise the kids and he would support us. I had a future, dammit. And he's passing up sleeping with me for that pudding of woman?" 

I shrugged, having already explained my position. Lynn's foot was pressing down harder and harder on the gas as she thought about the situation. I subtly buckled myself in. She pulled off the street we were on and into an alley way. She found a widening near some compactors and stopped the van, turning to look at me. 

"I am getting out and taking a piss," she said in a voice tinged with iron. "If you join me, can you keep from fucking me just yet? This isn't the time." 

I nodded and we got out of our respective doors and moved around to the wall, out of sight of anyone on the streets. Lynn was wearing a skirt and blouse while I was in my work khakis and a dress shirt. She backed herself up against the wall and raised her skirt, showing me she was wearing no panties. 

"Remember, keep it out of me but fucking ravage me while we piss," she said in husky voice. "And your pants are going to get dirty, so just get used to the idea." 

Without another word I pressed myself up against her and crushed my lips to hers. We kissed hungrily while we groped and tore at one another's clothes. My hands forced open her blouse and pulled up her bra, freeing her magnificent tits. I kneaded and almost mauled them and she moaned into my mouth. Her hands ran through my hair before traveling down to my belt and unbuckling it. My pants dropped and my cock sprang out, already hard as a rock. 

I pressed my throbbing shaft against her pussy, delighted to feel she was already wet. She shuddered and bit my shoulder as the bulbous head slid against her netherlips. My hands now slid around and grabbed hold of her ass, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me again, her tongue tangling with mine. I squeezed those firm cheeks, wild to be inside her. But I had told her I would wait until the time was right. 

She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, hers glassy with lust. She squirmed against me and began to pee. I pressed my cock against her wetness while she did so, the pressure and friction driving us both mad. Indeed I could feel my pants getting soaked but I simply didn't care. I had other pants and these could be seen to eventually. 

Her pee trickled between us and I pressed her harder into the wall, pinning her while my hands went back to her tits. I massaged and squeezed them before leaning in and sliding my tongue over the hard, dusky-pink nipple of one. She gasped as I sucked on it and tugged gently with my teeth. 

"Mmmmm, harder, sport..." she moaned. 

I took a better hold with my teeth and pulled a little harder, causing her to almost keen and trembling at the delightful sting. She pressed and ground her pussy against my raging cock as she continued to pee. Her fingers flexed and almost clawed at my back. 

She finally stopped peeing and pulled my head up to look into her eyes, flashing with an almost unholy lust. 

"What a good boy you are," she whispered. "And good boys get rewards..." 

She put her feet back on the ground and then turned us around so I was pressed back against the wall. She squatted down in front of me and took hold of the base of my cock. She squeezed it once before her lips enveloped it and then her mouth slid down the length. She was so amazingly warm and her lips were a tight seal around the throbbing shaft. My hands curled into her hair as she bobbed back and forth, her free hand now massaging her tits fervently. 

Her hand massaged the base of my cock faster and faster while her mouth moved along the length. I didn't try to hold back since we were in an alleyway and there was no guarantee of privacy. I moved my hips along with her motions, kneading her hair with my fingers. Her free hand now moved down to her slick pussy and teased it mercilessly. 

My breath was coming in gasps, as was hers when I suddenly came, spurting globs of my warm cum into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed, her body shivering as her own orgasm following mine. Her tongue slid and swirled around my cock as she continued to swallow my cum, not missing a beat or a drop of it. My hips pumped rhythmically against her lovely face until she had drained me. 

My head thunked back against the brick wall of the building and her mouth released its demon grip on my cock. Her hand continued to slowly massage it until I was getting soft. She smiled up at me wickedly. 

"And now," she cooed. "You owe me a piss..." 

She pulled open her blouse completely, exposing her gorgeous tits, still squatting in front of me. 

"Don't worry," she said, winking. "I brought a spare outfit in the car for when we go home." 

"Well, you have thought of everything." I declared, taking hold of my cock and aiming it at her tits. I let myself go and the golden stream spattered across her chest and ran down her beautiful body. 

"Mmmmmm, yessss," she moaned, smiling blissfully. "You make this so good..." 

She took hold of my cock and pinched the underside for a second, interrupting my flow. I took the hint and waited until she stood and lifted her skirt, presenting her amazing ass. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 04



Chapter 4- And Not A Moment Too Soon

"I think it'd be really fun if we just kinda did it without much preparation. Like jut get undressed while talking and then begin a casual fuck. Of course, we'll really go at it, but let's have no awkward build-up, okay?"

"As you wish."

Having readily acquiesced to her plan, I went to work and found myself distracted all day by the thought was what would happen next. Normally I am very focused but today was an exception. I think it didn't help that I had a perpetual hard-on to hide all day. I rarely left my desk unless I had to. I think one of my female co-workers caught sight of my wood and she kind of smirked at me. I didn't even try to explain it away.

My walk home was one of giddy anticipation and there might have been a bit of a spring in my step. When I got home I showered, making sure I teased myself plenty. For clothing I wore my Asian-style silk robe, red and with golden dragon motifs all over it. I wore nothing beneath and was pretty sure she'd be thrilled by the sight of it.

The appointed time of evening arrived and I made my way back to our little nook. There was still plenty of light, but I had tested her theory about how well-concealed we were and found her to be correct. We had plenty of room to misbehave with no chance of being spotted from the street or neighbour's houses.

Lynn soon joined me, smiling knowingly as she approached- she was wearing her luxurious terrycloth robe but that's all I could readily see on her. She had a small gym bag with her, probably with a spare outfit in it in case things go a little too sticky or messy. She winked as she stopped in front of me and dropped the bag.

"Holy shit, nice robe..." she said, admiring my glorious ensemble. "So, how was work?" she asked casually, undoing the knot of her robe's belt.

"Eh," I replied in a non-committal tone, watching her. "My reps taking calls are morons, of course. They aren't paid well, so there's little incentive for them to try. Makes my job more difficult when the customers get angry and ask for a supervisor."

"Oh, poor dear," she said with sympathy. She pulled the robe off her shoulders and slowly let it fall down her body, revealing a lacy white bra that deserved a Congressional Medal of Honour for the monumental task it performed of supporting her tits. The robe slid past her tiny waist and over her hips, revealing the panties to match the bra. "Are you glad to be home for the weekend?"

"Always am, it's nice not to get shouted at, you know?"

"Oh, I'm a mom, I understand," Lynn said in an assuring voice while she unhooked her bra in the front and let it drop away. "If you're stressed, we'll just have to see what we can do about that, yes?"

"Glad you have an idea," I said lightly. "And I don't mean to break the moment, but I thought I'd mention I brought party favours. Just being responsible and all, didn't want you worrying."

"Oh, no worries there, love," she said, turning around and presenting me with the sight of her luscious behind. She caressed it slowly for a few moments before hooking her thumbs into the waistband and beginning to pull them down. "I'm getting a contraceptive shot, have been for years. It works."

"Sweet," I declared cheerfully as she bent over while taking her panties down to her ankles, presenting me with a view of her beautiful pussy. "My turn, I guess..."

She turned around and stood there looking at me expectantly, leaning into one hip with her hand resting on it. I undid my belt and pulled off the robe without much ceremony, revealing my naked self. My cock was already swelling at the sight of her, if not hard yet.

Lynn now stepped forward, pressing her body to mine, looking up into my eyes. "A little prep work maybe?"

She slowly slid her body down mine, until her face was next to my manhood. She nuzzled her cheek against it for a few moments before taking hold and swirling her tongue around the tip, teasing me. My fingers caressed her silken hair as she took my cock into her mouth, humming around it before she started bobbing back and forth. I was hard and throbbing within seconds. Her hand slid back and forth along the shaft just behind her mouth, the thumb pressing along the throbbing vein on the underside.

I closed my eyes and just let her work her magic. Lynn was amazing at sucking dick. Carter had to be the stupidest man to ever live if he was passing this up for some frumpy secretary that looked like his sister. There was just no accounting for some people's taste, apparently.

And speaking of people's taste, I was eager to try Lynn's out for myself, something I had not truly done yet. I let her keep hold of my cock while I laid her down on her side and faced down her body. Lynn purred and moved her legs apart, knowing what I had in mind. I took gentle hold of her hips and began to plant gentle kisses around her pussy, which was already glistening with her desire. She smelled and tasted sweet, my tongue sliding along the slippery lips.

"Mmmmmm, Michael..." she moaned around my cock, not missing a beat in her sucking. Her free hand massaged her tits while she masticated on me, her hips undulating slowly. I lapped at her slit slowly, dragging my tongue up an down before pushing it through and inside her. She shivered at the welcome intrusion. Even to my tongue she felt tight and warm.

We licked and sucked and teased one another happily for some time until I felt the overwhelming urge to get my cock in her pussy. I disengaged from her and turned myself around, positioning my body over hers. I held myself over her and she looked up at me with her shining blue eyes, putting her arms on my back and parting her legs slightly.

"May I?" I asked softly. She nodded, smiling.

I took hold of my shaft and slid my throbbing cockhead up and down her pussylips for a few moments before pushing the engorged bulb inside. She drew in a soft breath, her eyes still locked with mine. I slowly pushed myself all the way inside and she bit her lip, still staring at me. I was in to the hilt and she smiled.

"Well, that's done it..." she breathed. "We're fucking..."

I nodded in response and began to move slowly back and forth, pulling my cock almost all the way out of her before pushing back inside. Lynn skilfully began to move her hips in time with my gentle thrusts, complimenting them and making sure we achieved deep penetration. Her body shivered as I went deep into her.

"God, Lynn, you're so wet and so damn tight..." I said in a hushed tone. She felt so good.

"Mmmmm, thank you, love..." she purred. "Your cock is getting me so deep and hitting all the right spots. You'll have to kiss me as we cum so I don't scream..."

I leaned down and kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped around me and our tongues tangled playfully as I slide in and out of her. She squeezed and rippled her pussy around my shaft, sending shivering thrills throughout my body. Her hands wandered up and down my back, reaching down to squeeze my cheeks and help push me deeper inside. My toes pressed into the grass as we rocked back and forth rhythmically.

Lynn's breath and her gentle whispers in my ear were all I could hear. Her slippery pussy squeezing my cock was all I could feel. I was fucking this goddess and lost to the world. I didn't really feel any need to come back.

"Ohhhhh, Michael..." she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. "It's so good... fuck me, lover. Fuck me..."

I began thrusting in and out a little faster and harder, stunned by how tight she was. How could she have had two kids and still be tighter than some virgins I'd known? Lynn moaned and grasped me closer, heaving against me.

"I can't wait to feel you cum in me..." she gasped. "I need it so bad... please, promise you'll cum in me, Michael... please..."

"Yes, I will... I promise..." I panted. "I want to so much..."

We squirmed and writhed faster and faster, fucking ourselves into an absolute frenzy. The warm night was humid and our bodies began to shine with the sweat of our mutual exertions. Her nails started to dig into my back as her pussy flexed and became ever tighter. My cock throbbed and pulsed, swelling inside her.

"Oh, God, Michael..." she rasped. "I'm gonna... oh God..."

Her entire body arched upward as she strained, shaking and shuddering. I pressed down as hard as I could, remembering to kiss her before she screamed. She moaned loudly into my mouth as she churned and ground beneath me, her skin going flush as she came. My hips pistoned against her as I flooded her pussy with my cum. Tingling fire spread through me as my essence left my body for hers. I could feel her cum and mine mingling and trickling down between us, her pussy and my cock making greedy sucking sounds as they became one.

Once she had drained me we collapsed, panting heavily. She held me to her, her hips still working against me while I continued to gently slide back and forth, slowing the tempo down and making sure our transcendent delight lasted as long as possible. Our kiss became one of melting affection while the waves of pleasure passed over us. It was some minutes later when we both heaved a sigh and relaxed, looking into one another's eyes. I could feel my cock softening inside her as we calmed down, her pussy releasing its vice-like grip on me. Lynn smiled and kissed me on the nose.

"Can you believe it?" she said softly. "We fucked... you came in me... we're lovers..."

I nodded, now rubbing my nose against hers. "Been a long time since I've looked forward to or enjoyed anything that much, I admit."

"Oh, was your ex not much of a lover?" Lynn asked, looking somewhat sorry.

"She could be... repressed," I said, somewhat reluctant to think about my ex-wife at a moment like this. "Pretty much the exact opposite of you, Lynn. You're so... liberated and alive and free."

"I don't get to feel that way often enough, so I am thrilled that you bring it out in me," she sighed. "Just think, it's all because we peed together one night."

"True that," I replied, making a show of thinking. "And speaking of..."

I pressed my weight down on Lynn, pinning her beneath me. Before she know what was happening, I smiled evilly and began to pee inside her pussy. Lynn's eyes went wide and she squealed and began to squirm, giggling.

"Ooh, you perv!" she hissed, her eyes sparkling as she wrestled with me. "Are you really pissing in my pussy after you fucked me?!"

"Get used to it, pervette," I replied, using my superior strength to keep her pinned. Not that she was wrestling too hard to get away. "You don't seem to mind too much."

"It's all your fault for bringing out the slut in me." Lynn shot back, pressing up with her hips and making sure she took it all in. Her slit was now spilling over with our combined fluids. Even pissing in her felt good. Was there no end to the enjoyment?

She shivered in scandalous delight and then settled down again, smiling in satisfaction. "That's not the first time you've pissed in a girl, is it? I can tell by how you're looking at me and assessing my reaction."

"Guilty as charged," I admitted. "I lost my virginity to my babysitter."

She raised an eyebrow. "Now this I've got to hear. How young, sport?"

I told her how old we both were and her eyes widened for a moment in what bordered on shock. "Long story."

"And here I thought I got started young," she muttered. "But what's that got to do with peeing in me?"

"After my babysitter and I began fucking, I saw some porn movies. I saw guys cumming in girls but I didn't know how to do that."

Lynn burst into giggles. "And so when to tried to do it you peed in her instead? Oh my God, that's so precious! Oh, lover, that's just another whole new aspect to you I'll cherish!"

"It became a little ritual of ours after that. She was a total perv." I said somewhat wistfully. "She was a minister's daughter."

"Oh, you have got to tell me everything you remember about it," Lynn cooed, stroking my hair while looking up into my eyes. She pulled me down and kissed me again before rolling over on top of me. We both laughed as we heard her pussy slosh.

"Better do something about that..." she muttered, straddling my cock. She gently lifted herself up, letting my member fall out, followed by a gush of fluids that bathed my entire midsection. Lynn grinned and then began to squirm around, rubbing the mixed effluence into my skin. I reached up and massaged her glorious tits while she did this. Finally she sat still and stretched, her arms over her head and her boobs jutting forward.

"Mmmmmmm, I haven't cum that hard in forever," she sighed. "It was just wonderful. I hope my revenge kick goes on for a long time, sport."

"Me too," I replied, enjoying the feel of her against me and just the sight of her. In no way, shape or form did she look her age, she looked at least ten years younger than she was. And by God, did she feel the part. I've had my share of cougars and she was just beyond compare. "You were absolutely amazing, Lynn."

"Carter and I rarely have sex and if we do, it's so fucking mechanical and boring," she groused. "He's so damn vanilla, you know?"

"Not personally, but I understand you. A boring lover can make life a little flat. Chances are he just doesn't know what to do with you. I mean, there's so much to you and it's all spectacular."

"You're going to give me a swollen head if you keep talking like that." Lynn warned, holding up a finger.

"You give me a swollen head every damn time we meet, why should you have all the fun?" I shot back, grinning.

Lynn giggled and laid down again, hugging me close. "Mmmmmm, all I want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck... you're going to make my inner slut very happy, Michael."

"The man-whore in me has no complaints. I want to fuck you and make love to you every chance I get."

"Ooh, make love, hm?" she queried, making a show of thinking. "Well that'd be a whole new wrinkle in our little tryst, wouldn't it? Not just fucking but making love? Sounds deliciously dangerous."

"Maybe, but I don't know what else to do with you," I admitted. "I can fuck you, yes, but I really like you, Lynn. Sometimes, at least for me, it'll be making love to you. I'm just being honest."

"And I appreciate that," she purred, nuzzling her cheek against me. "Making love is just fine by me. That'll make it a proper affair, right? There has to be some emotional investment, after all."

She rolled onto her side and held me close, kissing my shoulder. "Mmmmmm, let's just lie here and make out, okay? I've got maybe an hour before anyone gets home."

I nodded my agreement and we wrapped our arms around one another and began kissing deeply, rolling back and forth on the grass. We caressed and massaged one another and I nibbled her ass and sucked on her tits. Her wonderful mouth felt so good around my cock, even if she wasn't trying to make me cum.

We talked about our past love lives, who we lost our virginities to and how she ended up married to Carter. We discussed how my marriage ended and consoled one another if the memories became sad. But before long we were both hungering for each other again and she slithered her pussy against me until I grew hard. She straddled me and slowly sank down onto my waiting shaft, exhaling as she did so. When I all the way in, I began to fondle her breasts while she ground around in gentle circles.

"Ohhhhh, let's not fuck, Michael, let's make love..." she said in a soft voice. "I want it tender and loving."

"Of course," I answered, letting her control the tempo and responding to her movements. "I'll happily make love to you."

Lynn nodded and sat up, running her hands through her hair while squirming around on me and giving me a wonderful view of her body in motion- slow, languorous gyrations, her pussy slowly gripping and squeezing my hard cock inside her. She fondled and massaged her tits while staring into my eyes, her own gleaming with her desire.

"Mmmmm, I've never really shown you how flexible I am, have I?" she asked in a sultry voice. I shook my head, making her smile. "Then let me show you, love..."

She gently put her palms on my hips, where the bone was strongest and the muscle thickest and stretched her legs out to the sides in a perfect split. She was still impaled on my cock but sunk farther onto it than ever with the lack of support.

"You like?" she asked, smiling slyly as she pushed herself up and down on her hands, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, her body borne by the strength of her arms alone. I nodded my agreement again and she settled down onto me, clearly not interested in exhausting herself while we were making love. She stretched one leg out to the side, resting her heel on the grass and moved herself up and down, changing the angle of penetration. She shivered as I touched a different spot inside her and giggled, as if I was tickling her.

Finally she just laid down on top of me again and moved slowly back and forth, letting me hug her close. We kissed and fondled until we both moaned into one another's mouths, cumming again. I felt her heart fluttering against me, our gentle climax spreading slowly through us, my cum deep inside her pussy.

I do not know how long we laid there, just cuddling, but the sun had shifted position significantly when I finally looked up. Lynn stretched and arched her back before disengaging from me with a wet 'pop'. She rotated her neck and grinned.

"Gotta pee..." she said happily. She squatted near the shed and I watched contentedly as she did so, my cum dribbling out of her pussy at the same time. When she was done I helped her to her feet and we toweled off. We put our robes back on and stood close, holding one another's hands and looking into each other's eyes.

"We can't do this again soon enough," she whispered, her voice carrying the note of honesty. "When is good for you?"

"You name the time and I'll be there," I answered. "I can take paid time off if need be. This'd be the best use of it imaginable."

"I may just hold you to that, sport," Lynn said as she stood on her toes to kiss me. "Keep an eye on your inbox!"

We waved and she departed, a decided swish in her hips as she made her way into the house. I waited a few more moments and then headed back to my own. I jerked off furiously in the shower, still overcome with lust for that blonde goddess.

Lynn confessed that night over text that she had masturbated too upon return home and she sent me the pictures and videos to prove it.

"Michael, if we can arrange a safe way to do it, will you take me on a date?" she asked.

"If we can arrange it, I'll take you on the best date of your life." I replied, thinking of ways to make this happen. We discussed the logistics of it and agreed to have more ideas for presentation the following day. After tender goodnights, we both retired to bed, doubtless dreaming of one another.

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 05



Chapter 5- Spygasm 

Though Lynn and I had agreed on a date and were eager to go on it, we decided that we might have to wait a little while to make it happen, strictly for logistical purposes. We couldn't have a date in-town, for fear of her being recognized, meaning we had to drive elsewhere and this was predicated on her home schedule and being able to find a good excuse for being away for an entire evening. 

This was not a huge letdown, as we would still be getting together as often as possible to fuck or make love, depending on our mood and availability. Sometimes she might have a few hours in the afternoon after I got out of work and before any of her family members got home, especially Carter. This meant we could meet behind the sheds, as we had been, and go at each other, expressing our ferocious mutual desire. 

Our second experience fucking behind the shed was wonderful as we continued to establish our relationship and boundaries. Physically, of course, we were beyond boundaries, but emotionally we were still feeling things out, because the entire point behind this torrid affair was allowing Lynn to feel sufficiently avenged that she would want to repair the marriage her husband had damaged so badly already with his neglect lies and cheating on her. 

We met two days after our first lovemaking encounter and Lynn was in fine form for the event- she was wearing nylon bicycle shorts, a sports bra that could barely contain her tits and her hair in a ponytail. Before I could say anything, her clothes were off. 

"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as loudly as you dare..." she said in husky voice as she approached me, her blue eyes smouldering. "Take me hard and fuck me until I don't remember my husband. Give me my revenge, lover." 

I nodded and stripped off my shirt and pulled down my pants. Lynn looked hungrily at my cock, which was already swelling at the sight of her luscious, naked form. She knelt in front of me and immediately took my cock into her mouth, sucking on it with a will. Her hand followed her mouth, massaging back and forth along the length. Before, Lynn would look up into my eyes while she was kneeling before me, maintaining that wonderfully erotic eye contact, but today her eyes were closed and her intensity was palpable. 

My cock grew raging hard and I gripped her hair, pulling on it tightly. She sort of moaned and growled all at once, her eyes opening as I pulled her head away from my shaft. Keeping hold of her wonderful blonde locks, I turned her around and made her face away from me, kneeling on all fours. Her wonderful ass squirmed at me and I could see her bald, pink pussy was already glistening wet. I knelt behind her and toyed the swollen head of my cock up and down her slippery lips, causing her to hiss and grind back against me wantonly. 

I suddenly and forcefully slid all the way inside her, causing Lynn to shudder and her elbows to buckle. Trembling in desire, her head down and her ass up, she bit her lip as I gripped her hips and began to slide in and out of her, strongly and rhythmically. Her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut while my cock drilled into her steaming pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, yes, fuck me..." she panted. "Fucking give it to me... don't hold back..." 

Eager to oblige, I began to move faster, pounding her with my cock, feeling it ramming deep inside and even touching her womb. She grunted and hissed, grinding her ass back against me and flexing her cooze around my throbbing shaft. My thighs pounded against hers as loudly as I dared allow, given that we were outdoors. 

Keeping her in her position I now switched mine, standing and keeping my knees bent. I was sliding my cock at a downward angle into her and she shuddered and gripped a towel she was holding tightly, groaning gutturally. Her body was beginning to shine with sweat, as was mine, no doubt. The heat of her pussy was unreal and it clenched harder and harder around me. My balls slapped against her and she reached back with one hand and fondled them. 

"Holy fuck, Michael..." she gasped. "Where'd you learn that shit?" 

"It's a Chinese technique called 'Beating the Mountain'" I replied as I stuffed my cock down into her. "I know a couple of others I'll unleash on you when you're not expecting it." 

"Oh, God, I'm gonna fucking die..." Lynn moaned. 

I began to move faster and faster, bracing myself to deliver the powerful thrusts she craved. Her whole body writhed and shivered, her pussy clenching my cock tighter and tighter. Sweat dripped off me and I felt the delicious tingle building inside me as we came close. 

I rammed in one more time and the dam burst. I pounded down on her as my cum shot powerfully inside that unreal poon. Lynn buried her face in the thick white towel and screamed as she shook almost uncontrollably. Her pussy bathed my cock in its cum and oozed lasciviously, spilling over with our mingling pleasure. Mercilessly I battered her quim and she pushed back with a desperate ferocity that almost knocked me on my ass. I reached down and grabbed her hair in a knot, wrapping it around my fist and pulled back. Her back arched and she hissed as her neck craned toward me. Her eyes were flashing and her lips curled in an almost feral way. 

I did not relent, determined to exhaust her. I slammed my cock inside her and she squeezed my throbbing rod with her voracious pussy. Her eyes almost rolled into her head and her arms shook at the effort of supporting her upper body. I slowly relaxed and released my grip on her hair. She fell forward, her body trembling and her face buried in the towel. Her ass slumped and my cock popped out of her slit with an unexpected speed. I gasped at the sensation and steadied myself. Taking deep breaths, I gazed down at the magnificent woman I had just fucked and tried to gauge her condition. 

"Oh God..." she whispered in a trembling voice. "Give me... just... please, give me a moment... oh God..." 

I knelt next to her, waiting for some sign. The trembling finally stopped and she began to sigh. She finally turned her head to look at me, resting her lovely face on the towel still. I could not tell, but her eyes were either glazed over with pleasure or perhaps bleary from tears. 

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned. 

"Oh, yes, my love," she said quietly, giving the faintest smile that still conveyed warmth. "I am just fine." 

"Okay, I'm glad." I said nodding. "I was worried for a moment that I'd either hurt you or that you were crying because you felt bad about all this." 

Lynn turned her face back into the blanket and giggled for a moment. "No," she answered finally. "You just have to understand, Michael, I haven't cum that hard in a long, long time. Nowadays I have to really work myself to cum when Carter gives it to me. He's so average and mechanical. He would never fuck me forcefully the way you did just now." 

I nodded, looking at her. "He did something recently to piss you off, didn't he?" 

Lynn sighed. "And you're too clever for your own good, sport," she admitted. "Yeah, he did." I now sat down next to her and she put her head on my lap, turning over to look up at me. I caressed her beautiful face before reaching down to massage her breasts, which I had sorely neglected up to this point. She purred as I ran my hand over them. 

"At church this morning we were talking with our friends at the coffee hour afterwards and I had to sit there and smile charmingly while people talked about what a happy marriage we had. Carter boasted about how happy I was to be a mother and with him as provider. I was seething, Michael. He made himself sound like the perfect model of fidelity. I was so humiliated." 

"But at least no one knows." I pointed out. 

"If anyone knew and the issue blew up, that'd be the end of the marriage, for sure." Lynn grumbled. "Somewhere, deep down, I still love the jerk, I know it. But through all my hurt and fury I just feel an aching need for revenge." 

"You're a strong woman, Lynn, to be able to want to save your marriage after all this," I commented, one hand stroking her hair and her cheek while the other continued to casually fondle her breasts. "Are you sure you're not just doing it for your kids?" 

She nodded. "I thought about that, but even if the fledglings left the nest, I would still want to stay with Carter. I'm the right age to want to spread my wings and soar if I am not satisfied. I have lots of divorced friends my age, Michael. But no, I need to make my marriage work. This thing we're doing, you need to believe me, it will help me get through it." 

I chuckled. "Lynn, you are quite possibly the only person I would ever believe if they made a ridiculous statement like that. Not only do I think you believe it, I think you'll make it happen." 

"So... you're not jealous that I'm using you to try and fix my marriage?" she asked somewhat apprehensively. 

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "I'm insanely jealous of your fat idiot husband. He doesn't deserve you. But I commend your commitment and I'm happy to help you. If you can hold up your end of the bargain, I can hold up mine." 

"Uhhhhhhh, you bastard..." she groaned, pulling the towel up over her face to conceal it. "Why do you have to be so fucking nice? Do you know how damned hard it's going to be to not fall for you if you keep saying shit like that?"  

"Oh, don't you dare become a complicated wench on me now," I said cheerfully, pulling the towel away from her face and poking her nose. "We made a deal- no falling in love and fucking up this plan of yours, remember?" 

"Unfortunately, yes," she said darkly. "I do indeed remember. And somehow, some way, I will hold myself to it. Damned if I know how, but a promise is a promise." 

"And a vow is a vow," I agreed. "Pity Carter is choosing not to remember that." 

Lynn sighed and stared up at the trees overhead. "I did laundry the other night and found a little folded note in his back pocket, designating a place and a time next week. It looked like a woman's writing. I mean, I can't be sure, but..." 

"Easy way to find out," I answered. "Just tell Carter you want to do something that night at that time. He's bound to say he's already committed to doing something else." 

"Well, yes," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. "What's that going to prove?" 

"You and I could tail him." I said simply. 

Lynn made a wry face and then looked at me in minor disbelief. "Why the hell would I want to watch my husband cheat on me?" 

"Well, you can begin collecting evidence, gain an inkling as to why he's doing this and maybe we'll have some laughs if it turns out they're both bad at fucking. You already know he's cheating and you might as well find a way to enjoy it." 

"That is the weirdest damn logic I have ever heard." Lynn snorted. 

"True, it's right up there with having a torrid affair to repair your marriage." I pointed out. 

Lynn began to giggle and then smiled. "Okay, you win that round. That was completely brilliant and you are a total bastard for using my own logic against me. Who knows, maybe it'll be so pathetic that I'll feel bad for him and want to forgive him, to save him from his miserable affair, right?" 

"That's the spirit." I agreed cheerfully. Lynn giggled again and sat up, facing me and snuggling into my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder and she kissed the skin gently before nuzzling her cheek against me. Her hands wandered around and caressed my back. Her sticky, gooey pussy rested against my cock, still oozing our cum. 

"Mmmmm," she purred. "You feel heavenly pressed against me. Just hold me, let me feel protected, Michael. Being a strong mom with a weak husband leaves me feeling... I just need to feel vulnerable but protected, I guess." 

I held her tight and kissed her hair gently. "No need to explain. Whatever you need, I am happy to provide. Count on it." 

"I'm afraid I do..." she whispered. "I'm becoming emotionally dependent on you in ridiculous ways far too quickly. Normally this sort of thing scares a man off." 

"You can't scare me off, I'm not trying to win you," I answered, stroking her hair. "We're just close friends. And yes, we have a strong emotional bond we are discovering and its progression is pretty far ahead of our cognizance of it." 

"What?" she murmured, not looking up from my shoulder. 

"Our emotions are a lot stronger than our minds will admit to." 

"Yeah..." she sighed. "Stupid emotions. So tell me, did you come up with ideas for our date?" 

"Many ideas," I said, nodding. "We just need a time frame so we know which ones are viable. How long do we have? One night? An overnight? A weekend?" 

"Goodness," Lynn mused, looking into my eyes. "You love to cover your bases, don't you? I hadn't even considered beyond one night." 

"When you think about it, a weekend might be easier to procure than a single night," I explained. "If you're the type of wife and mother who never goes on a night out, a sudden night out could raise suspicion, especially if you have to explain said night out is not happening here in town. And hubby doubtless knows most of the people your circle of friends, so you can't say you're going out with them, right?" 

"Nope, then I'd have to explain you to them and they'd have to cover for me." Lynn sighed. "Not too many of them who'd be down with that. A few, but I'm not ready to open this can yet." 

"So then we need at least one night and a solid reason for you to leave town, yes?" I reasoned. "A trip to a specialist that can't be found in this dinky damn town, for instance. You are after all, crossing into a different health and women's wellness bracket, right?" 

Lynn considered. "True, and Carter has no fucking clue about medical terminology. I'm the one who gets to be responsible for doctor's visits and making sense of what they're saying." 

I laughed. "Maybe his secretary will give him chlamydia and he'll need the cure." 

She made a wry face. "It's not that big a deal for women to get cured, what's so bad about it for guys?" 

"You get a very long, blunt needle shoved up your dick. A friend of mine had it done after a girl gave him the clap. He couldn't walk right or fuck for weeks." 

She giggled. "It would serve him right, and it'd be really funny to watch him try and hide that from me, since I handle all the medical bills. But back to your theory, I am sure I can think of something. If I'm gone, he'll doubtless use the opportunity to see his little bitch again. The kids are fine by themselves for a few days, I could make that work." 

"Just say you're part of an elective group of women getting screened for cervical neoplasms using new tech in Chicago. We'll leave on a Thursday night and come back on Monday night or Tuesday morning, once your 'results' are in." 

Lynn gave the matter some thought. "Good God, that's four damn days with you at least. You could ravage me countless times." 

"That is the idea. It could be considered one date or a whirlwind dating spree. Take your pick. And since it was my idea, I'll find and pay for our accommodations. That way you've got no paper trail to explain." 

"Ooh, clever boy," she said smiling sly and kissing my nose. "But are you sure you can afford it?" 

"I have a sizable rainy day fund I am more than willing to splurge on your behalf," I said with confidence. "If I don't spend it on you I'll probably just buy video games with it." 

"Well I'm better than any video game." Lynn said haughtily. 

"Yes, but like my controller, you have buttons." I replied, smirking and pressing my thumbs onto her nipples and moving them about like the directional pads on my controller. Lynn flushed and giggled, tingled by my touch on her boobs. She kissed me deeply as I fondled her bringing her body in close to mine. I cannot describe with mere words how erotic her body feels, skin to skin, her warmth complimenting my own. 

She broke the kiss and smiled. Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I felt my cock and thighs suddenly getting very wet. The little minx had peed on me. I pulled her close, kissing her neck as I reciprocated, baptizing her pussy with my own offering. She shivered and whispered in my ear about how much she loved it. It was truly a bizarre exchange between us, since we neither liked water sports in particular. But perhaps that made it all the more thrilling, since it was a taboo, not just for society but a personal limitation we had broken together, exclusively for each other. 

We stared into one another's eyes for a while longer and it was time for her to go. She finally stood and we assisted one another in cleaning off. Once again dressed, we shared a kiss before I watched her go inside. I waited a few moments and departed back to my own house, where I showered away the evidence of our illicit congress. 

"Do you think of me during the day?" she asked that night over text. 

"All day every day," was my reply. "You've wreaked havoc on my concentration at work, for certain. Hell, I can't even play my video games properly anymore. I get distracted thinking of you." 

"Oh, so sorry, love, how shall I make it up to you?" 

"Trust me, I'll think of something." 

"I'm counting on it, my love. Dream of me. Goodnight!" 

"Sweet dreams, my secret angel." 

*** 

We began planning our little extended-weekend date, which was scheduled for the middle of September, a month hence. This gave us plenty of time to make excuses, in her case, or get the required time off in mine. Lynn was positively giddy about the idea whenever I saw her and we texted endlessly about it. I drove her crazy by assuming responsibility for the majority of our itinerary and not letting her know what I had planned. 

"Michael, please tell me," she whined, as she squatted in front of me in our habitual spot behind the shed and peed, all the while stroking my cock earnestly. "Please give me a hint as to what we're doing." 

"Not a chance, young lady," I said firmly, refusing to accede to her mewling demands. She sucked my cock, but to no avail. 

"Well, dammit," she muttered. "What if I threaten to withhold peeing or fucking privileges?" 

"You'll do no such thing," I said in my favourite commanding tone. "Now turn around." 

"Yes, love..." she breathed, spinning about and leaning in against the wall of the shed, her magnificent ass pointed at me. I pushed my pulsing cockhead inside her moist pussy and we both moaned as I slid all the way in. I took hold of her hips and began rolling against her cheeks. Lynn gasped and pressed back, determined to take me in as far as I could go. I reached forward and almost mauled her tits as they swayed back and forth invitingly. She groaned at the treatment, begging for more. 

Lynn loved it good and hard. We had our tender lovemaking sessions as well, but she was not a porcelain doll and her body could withstand the rough and tumble stuff too, as long as she had no odd red marks to explain. So different from my ex-wife, who had been a such a priss and afraid of everything. 

I fucked her fiercely and we came together, hard. My goo filled her and she shuddered and ground back against me as she gasped for air. My fingers gripped her so fiercely I thought her bones might crack. But in the end we collapsed to our knees together, chests heaving from our mutual exertions, my engorged cock still pinned inside her tightness, which refused to relinquish its prize. 

We finally relaxed and held one another, lost in bliss. I held her close, my arms encompassing her, just the way she liked it. The beat of her heart matched my own and granted me a deep serenity. 

"Will you let me plan out our Friday night, at least?" she asked in a gentle voice. There was no way in hell I could have said no to that. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 05



"The night is all yours after eight, okay?" I answered. "I have a dinner planned until then." 

"That would be perfect," Lynn sighed contentedly. "I'll happily trust the rest of our time to you, but I would like to have a contribution." 

We snuggled for some time before she perked up. "So... ready to go and play sleuth?" 

I grinned. "For some weird reason, I'm looking forward to this. Let's go spy on your husband while he cheats on you." 

"I know, I'm kind of looking forward to it too," she said, beginning to dress herself. "Since I know it's happening, I want to find out what I'm up against, does that make sense?" 

"Perfect sense," I replied. "Who knows, maybe what we see tonight will help you decide that it's gonna be a snap to repair your marriage." 

She thought about that for a moment and sighed. "Let's hope not. I want to be furious and fuck the hell out of you for at least a season. I could easily stay mad for a year." 

"Who am I to object to your schedule?" I said easily, pulling on my shirt. 

"But I am a little concerned," she said now, her voice taking on a serious note. "I think my daughter Kait may suspect." 

"About you and I?" I asked warily. 

"No, about her father and his slut," Lynn replied. "She's a smart girl, though, I think she will handle it fine if I can talk to her about it. Trav, on the other hand, he'll just fall to pieces if he finds out. He's having a hard enough time in school without that traumatizing him." 

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," I muttered darkly. "C'mon, I borrowed a friend's van, let's get this done..." 

*** 

"This van is ridiculous and huge," Lynn commented as she clambered in and looked around the interior. "Holy shit, no middle or rear seats?" 

"It's meant for two and the back is meant for music equipment, less-than-legal materials and sometimes other activities. But only two people ride in the front." I replied simply. "It's a good set up." 

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "We're using a criminal drug van?" 

"No," I replied. "It's seen more versatile uses than that. I think he once transported ten thousand Cuban cigars in the back, but he's never used it to move crack or heroine or even weed, if that's your concern." 

"So what's the plan?" she asked, getting settled in the big, plush seat. "Oh, this is comfy." 

"I know, right?" I said, grinning. "We're going to get to the location given ahead of time and we'll feel it out from there." 

Lynn pursed her lips for a moment in thought and then got out of the van and looked at me through the front windshield. 

"Michael, the windows are huge, don't we run the risk of getting spotted?" 

In response, I turned on the ignition and pressed a button. The windows darkened to such a degree that she could no longer readily see me, even if she came right up to the glass. 

"Is... is that legal?" she queried as she got back in. 

"No, but neither is the engine under the hood or the tires," I replied simply. "My friend's Russian." 

"Well, that means nothing to me, but I'll assume it's a good thing in our case," she concluded. "So we can watch without being seen and follow him anywhere. Ooh, it's almost like being a spy." 

"Well, it's not like we have a cloaking device, he'll probably get suspicious if the same big fucking van keeps showing up wherever he goes, so we have to be careful." 

"I just thought of another use for the big empty back..." she purred, giving me her sultry gaze. 

"Yeah, that'd be the other reason I borrowed this bad boy. Plenty of room to be naughty. And don't worry, there are no spycams in here or anything. You have my word." 

"Goooooood," she said, trailing a fingernail up my arm. "So let's get going. I want to see what the hell he thinks he's doing." 

I nodded and threw the vehicle into gear and we made our way into toward the east side. Lynn had met me downtown in a parking lot near my work downtown, where my Russian friend had agreed to drop off his van for me. He owed me several favours, so he asked me no questions when I said I wanted to borrow it possibly overnight. 

Lynn seemed excited. I thought at first it was because we were going to fuck again, which made sense, but I gradually concluded that it was also the fact that we were spying on her husband. What we were doing seemed covert and James Bond to her. She must be really bridling at the small-town domestic life that had been imposed on her if she got this worked up. 

The place designated in the note she had found in her husband's pocket was in the middle of a poor neighbourhood. Our van did not look terribly out of place here, so I wasn't worried about suspicious looks from anyone, especially since cop cars could be seen roving the streets intermittently and were the focus of the locals' attention. 

"Hmmmm, your secretary must live around here," I concluded. "If not, then they're borrowing someone's apartment." 

"Well their borrowed apartment is no match for our borrowed super van." Lynn replied, her eyes still glinting with excitement. This seemed to be turning her on. Which reminded me... 

I reached back behind us and rummaged inside a dufflebag I had brought. She watched with interest as I pulled out a stick shift. I then unscrewed the one my friend had in place on the gear box and replaced it with my own. I made sure it was on good and tight and then nodded in satisfaction, smiling at her. 

Lynn had watched with curiosity as I completed the exchange and then glanced at me quizzically. Realization soon dawned on her and her eyes widened. 

"Oh, you can't be serious," she exclaimed. "Are you shitting me?" 

"We've got time." I said simply. "Got something better to do?" 

"Michael, I've never done anything like that," she rasped, gazing down at the knob of the gearshift I had added. "You're such a fucking perv." 

"That's a good thing, remember?" I replied. "And I brought a condom or two in case you're feeling squeamish, even though it's brand new and sterile." 

"But I still get to fuck your gearshift," she stated, looking at me warily. "Because I'll need your cum in me. I'm getting addicted." 

"I need my cum in you too, Lynn." I told her. "Trust me, this is just a new and wicked foreplay. We're being naughty is all. Enjoy the new taboo." 

Lynn nodded. "Hope the shocks on this van are good..." 

I grinned and tinted the windows to their maximum level, since I was about to get a private show. I then pulled out a small, folding canvas chair, like the type you would see at a ballgame or an outdoor concert. I positioned it behind the big chairs and facing the gearshift I had installed. Lynn watched as I removed my clothes and sat in the little chair, smiling at her. She drew a deep breath and began to remove her shirt. She then took off her bra and her gorgeous tits sprang free. She wiggled out of her pants and her panties and I noticed she was already wet. God, everything seemed to turn this woman on, as long as it was naughty. 

She went into the little satchel she had brought, along with her purse and pulled out a small tube of scented lubricant. She squirted some in her hand and looked at me. 

"This thing is clean, right?" she asked. 

"It should be," I answered. "I bought it for you. Never been used for anything before today. The only reason it's out of the package is because I tried fitting it earlier." 

Her eyes seemed to light up at the statement, although I could not decide whether this was because of my thoughtfulness or because she was safe to do this naughty thing now without fear of an infection. Either way, she went at it with a will, sliding her slippery hand up and down the shaft and around the bulbous head. Naked, she now tried squatting over the gearshift and gazed down at it. 

She put some more lube in her hand and smeared it onto her pussy and then stared again. 

Finally Lynn nodded and began to settle down. The head pressed against her lips and split them. 

"Take your time, darling," I said easily. "We're two hours early, remember?" 

She nodded absently, clearly concentrating on the task at hand. She couldn't seem to decide if she wanted gravity to do the work for her or whether it would be better to press down with her hips. She looked at me, her eyes conflicted. 

"Michael, have you done this before?" 

"Not myself, no," I replied, making her roll her eyes. "But yes, I've done this with girls before. Some girls like to let nature take its course and sink onto it, but the more athletic girls who've tried it used their own muscles and flexion to get it in. I think you are more the latter. So take your time and do it at your own pace. You're in command of the stick, lover." 

She nodded and shifted around again, leaning forward so her hands were propped on my shins. This elongated her and while she was still pressed against the knob, it meant she could chose how fast she took it inside, rather than relying on physics. She closed her eyes and slid her pussylips up and down the imposing knob, letting it part them and touch against her walls. 

She pushed down and forward slightly, hissing as the bulb began to stretch her. She pulled back and squirmed again, her fingers flexing on my shins. 

"Mmmmmm," she said quietly. "Oh, Michael, this will be good..." 

I nodded and let her continue, reaching forward to caress her face while she challenged the knob. 

She pressed her hips down again, flexing her marvellous, tight ass as she did so. The gearhead opened her again and she pushed a little harder, taking in more. She pulled back and rubbed herself on the knob a little more, working herself up. With a quiet inhale and a nod to herself, she pushed her hips down again... 

There was an audible wet noise and she gasped and shuddered as the knob popped inside her suddenly. She gripped my shins tightly and doubled over for a moment, trembling. When she looked up at me, her eyes were heavily-lidded and glazed. Lynn slowly straightened herself out a bit, affording me a view of her pussy. The knob of the gearshift was completely inside her and the shaft below partially enveloped. 

She sat still for several seconds, composing herself and getting used to the feel. "Holy shit..." she murmured. "I've had two kids, you'd think this'd be easier or not much of a challenge." 

"Told you that you were damned tight," I replied, smiling. "Now do you believe me?" 

"Proudly," she breathed as she began to slowly pump her hips up and down. "Oh God, this feels so good... I need to get a gearshift for myself..." 

My cock was starting to swell at the sight of her writhing. Lynn noticed and now leaned down, trying to reach my cock. She strained but could not quite bridge the gap. 

"Ohhhh, Michael..." she whined, even as she squirmed on the gear. "I cant reach your cock!" 

"Well, you're in Drive, silly," I pointed out. "Shift into Reverse and see if you can reach then." 

Lynn was initially puzzled by my statement but then tried to think it through. She took firm hold of my shins and seemed to squeeze with her thighs, sucking in her breath as she did so. Awkwardly, she tried to grip the gearshift with her pussy and move it down. She struggled for several seconds, biting her lip and finally it moved. She stopped and panted heavily, looking like she had just run a full marathon. 

"Take a moment if you need to," I said chuckling. "That looked like a lot of effort." 

"Yes, but now I know I can shift gears with my cunt..." she wheezed. Normally I dislike that word, but Lynn using it was rather arousing, so I let it go. She smiled at me somewhat wearily and then leaned down again, finally able to reach my cock. She kissed it lovingly and began to suck on me. Since she had moved the gearshift, its angle of penetration into her had changed and she ground and gyrated around on the stick, moaning as it invaded her. 

"Oh, God..." she rasped, pulling her lips off me to breathe while she continued to pump it with her hand. "Holy motherfucking God, I need to get my own private gearshift..." 

She was leaning forward, her ass now perched in the air, the gearshift skewering her at a new angle. She hissed and groaned, in the throes of rapture with this new vice I had introduced her to. My cock was rock hard as I watched her pleasure herself. My fingers caressed her face and her hair, her eyes fluttering rapidly as the thick knob violated her. 

She stopped sucking to pant heavily, the sweat along her hairline glistening. She gazed at me with an almost desperate pleading look in her eyes, like she was begging me for release. I just smiled at her, knowing that there was nothing to do but observe. Her arms were beginning to tremble from holding her up and the widespread position of her knees had to be causing her a little discomfort by now, since they were propped on the seats to either side. 

"Relax, Lynn," I suggested gently, taking hold of her shoulders and calming her down. "You're nice and worked up now, let's try another position to relieve the strain on your arms..." 

She allowed me to help her get upright, kneeling directly over the gearshift and arching her body back so that her arms were spread out to her sides on the dashboard. I carefully moved the gearshift back into Drive so that she was not getting pulled in different directions and she sighed, still pinned to the protrusion. 

"There you go," I said softly, kneeling close to her. "Now you can move up and down and your arms will help to support you." I pushed a towel under each of her knees, hoping to cushion them. "Go ahead and do what you do best until you cum. I'm right here, love." 

Lynn nodded and began to sink up and down on the ersatz godemiche, groaning as it slid deep up into her hungry, wanton pussy. I watched in fascination as she greedily swallowed it, the now-glistening plastic disappearing and then reappearing with each gyrating movement of her hips. Her breasts swayed and bounced and I could not resist fondling them, pinching and tugging on the nipples as she fucked herself into a frenzy. 

"Uh, oh God..." she almost choked out, her chest thrusting forward as she ground and squirmed. I could actually see the blunt knob beneath her skin as it moved up inside her, incredibly and strangely erotic. Her neck craned back, her mouth wide as she writhed and churned. "So good... so good... ah!" 

The orgasm crashed over her suddenly, sending her body into a series of convulsions that almost shook the van apart. She gnashed her teeth as she kept from screaming, but the tortured moan she let out made it sound like she was being torn apart. I gripped her firmly, letting her feel my presence, but her skin was almost burning to the touch, slick and shining with her sweat. Her lovely blonde hair clung to her wetly. 

She shook and thrashed about, still pinned to the gearshift, her blue eyes fluttering open as she tried to stare at me, letting me see into the depths of her soul at that most vulnerable of moments. Her pussy slathered the knob and the shaft, gripping them tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her body jerked a few more times and Lynn's eyes rolled up into her head. I leaned in and caught her as she fell forward, trembling with exhaustion. 

I held her for a few moments, just caressing her and kissing the side of her head, helping to calm her down. She weakly put her arms around my hips, indicating she was, at least somewhat, alive. I would need to help her off the gearshift, but that might be a little traumatic for her if I did so too quickly, so I reached down and guided it into Reverse, pulling her along gently. Once I had her away from the dashboard and her hips tilted a little more forward, I hooked my arms around her back and ever so slowly began to pull her off, leaning myself backward so that she was not moving straight up. 

"Gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..." she moaned loudly as her greedy pussy started to relinquish its suction-like grip on the gearshift. She gasped and yelped as she slipped off suddenly, the motion punctuated with a loud and wet popping noise, along with a 'splashing' sound. She lurched forward and I wasn't ready for her weight, sending me crashing backward into the rear of the van, with Lynn on top of me. 

Dazed for a moment, I stared at the ceiling while she shuddered and trembled, whimpering. My arms hugged her close and I could feel her soaking my cock and my entire midsection. It suddenly occurred to me what had happened- Lynn had pissed herself when I had pulled her off the gearshift. It had been building up and backing up until I opened the floodgates. Now I could feel it trickling around us on the van floor. 

Damned if I wanted to explain this to the friend I'd borrowed it from. 

It was some time before she spoke and it was barely above a whisper, but it was nice to know her brain had survived the ordeal. 

"Holy fuck..." came the tiny voice. "Oh my God... oh, Michael... it... it may be a while before I can do that again..." 

"I think that's understandable, darling," I said gently, stroking and caressing her, relaxing her muscles. "Just relax and lie here for a second. I'm gonna lay you on your back okay? Take deep breaths..." 

I slowly got out from beneath her and rolled her carefully onto her back, stretching her out. Lynn dutifully began to breath as deeply as her lungs would get her while I examined the scene. Sure enough, she had peed upon being popped off, a lot. Her thick, puffy and slippery pussylips were red and still parted, while her inner walls still had not closed, leaving a dark hole from the intrusion. 

I pulled a cold pack out of the cooler I had stashed in the back, wrapped it in a light gauze and gently pressed it to her battered and abused pussy. She shuddered and sucked in her breath as it touched her, but I laid a calming hand on her and she relaxed. 

"It's alright, this'll help, I promise." I said assuringly. "Just think about the pleasure you felt and how much you loved it. Pleasurable thoughts will help you relax and keep you lubricated. You came real hard, Lynn." 

"No shit, sport," she said wearily, covering her eyes. "Fucking van is spinning for me. If you ever fuck me that intensely or hard, I may just die. I think I broke my cunt..." 

I smiled and massaged her stomach and thighs, the muscles of which were hard as rock and tense from the constant flexion. "I hope you do a lot of ab exercises, Lynn, or your stomach's gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow." 

"We just finished shattering my pussy and you're worried about my abs?" she muttered. I placed a small weight on the cold pack, keeping it stationary while I laid next to her on my side and caressed my hand up and down her body, letting the tension bleed out of her. Her chest was still heaving but her breaths were regulated and slowing down. I leaned in and kissed her breasts, causing her to sigh and smile. 

"Mmmmmm, but who better to shatter my pussy with than you?" she mused, now looking at me and smiling with tired eyes. "Don't worry, lover, I'll be horny and ready to fuck your brains out in no time, I promise. This was just different and a little intense." 

"I'm glad you liked it," I said easily. "Seems to me like you're up for just about anything." 

"Well, nothing too hardcore," she replied, now looking at the ceiling. "No blood and no real pain, and don't try to take a dump on me." 

"We agree on all those points, my dear," I laughed. "But I'll bet you're into roleplay, aren't you?" 

"I could certainly be persuaded," Lynn giggled. "Got anything in mind?" 

"We'll discuss it later, let's just get you functional again." I suggested. I continued to massage her body, getting the blood flowing. She hummed contentedly as I worked on her. The windows were still darkened and no one bothered us. She finally seemed able to move and she turned on her side and we kissed for some time, just enjoying the closeness. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 05



"Oh, God, I pissed everywhere, didn't I?" she groaned, finally noticing the wetness beneath us. 

"Well, yes, but I cant say as I blame you," I reasoned. "That was a pretty intense experience for you, after all, and that gearshift kept you plugged up pretty good." 

"Mmmm, it's sweet of you to make excuses," she cooed, smiling into my eyes and stroking my cheek. "I hope I can only be one tenth as nice and understanding to you as you are with me." 

We snuggled close, lying on our sides, kissing gently when I caressed and fondled her incredible breasts. It felt so good to be pressed to her, holding that lovely body close. Her breath seemed like flowers and even when sweating the scent of her body was intoxicating. 

After some time she moved gingerly, letting me spread her legs so I could take a look at her. Her lips and the gap inside had closed and I slid a finger in slowly, testing her sensitivity. 

"Does that hurt?" I asked. 

"No, not at all," she said lazily, lifting her head to smile down at me. "Keep it there and I may just get horny enough to fuck you." 

I grinned. "Save it up for later, let's get you dressed and play spy..." 

While I toweled up the mess on the floor, Lynn got into a change of clothes and we resumed our wait, the windows closed. We did little more than hold one another's hands and chatted idly about whatever came to mind until I saw something in the rear-view mirror... 

It was Carter. He was dressed in his work clothes and looked hurried. I felt Lynn grip my hand tightly as he walked by, paying no attention to us. He walked up the short set of stone steps to the indicated apartments and rang a buzzer. About two minutes later, his secretary came to the door and flung her arms around him. She was wearing a rather threadbare robe and one of her breasts came out as she kissed his ear hungrily. 

"Guh, look at her..." Lynn hissed, her eyes hard as ice and her teeth gritting. "She's greasy and has a huge fucking nose. Look at her grope his dick, right there on the landing. Fucking slut..." 

Lynn was not being catty about this woman's appearance, she really wasn't that attractive. Her dark hair was lank and she had a pudgy waist, punctuated below by chubby legs mounted on what could only be described as cankles. I really had no idea what Carter was thinking. I shrugged and continued observing. 

Carter reciprocated the kiss for a few moments before urging her inside. She did not go, however, without a sly smile, untying her robe and flashing herself at him. Lynn snarled and I gripped her hand tightly to keep her from bursting out of the van. The woman's pussy was ridiculously hairy and her muffintop really ruined any aesthetic she might have had. She wasn't even Runbinesque, she was just... thick and dumpy. 

Finally she pulled him into the apartment and Lynn leaned back in her chair and sighed, looking at the ceiling. "I don't get it..." she mumbled. "What on earth is wrong with me that he's been going behind my back for a piece of that pork fat? Two years. It doesn't make sense! What does she do that I don't?" 

"There's nothing wrong with you, Lynn, trust me on this," I said, stroking her hand. "Whatever the reason is, it sure as Hell isn't justifiable on any level I can conceive of. Like I said before, maybe Carter can't feel dominant with you and he needs the power trip. You're a very active, engaging and dynamic woman. I somehow doubt that thing is." 

"So now what?" she asked dully. 

"We do what we came to do," I replied. "We wait a few minutes, find a way in and do some eavesdropping. I brought some microphones and recorders that I bought online, we can put these to good use once we know where she lives and if we're careful." 

"Ooh, aren't you the clever one." she said, smiling at me now. "Sounds like fun. Wanna make out for a few minutes until it's time?" 

I nodded and leaned in, pulling her to me. We kissed and fondled one another for a while until she looked flushed and horny again. I then told her it was time to go get some evidence. Lynn nodded and waited while I dispensed our trinkets and I explained how the microphones and recorders worked. 

"Do you know her last name?" I asked. "We'll need to know what apartment is hers." 

She thought for a moment. "I think its Vargas or Vega, something like that. Hopefully it'll be on the buzzer list..." 

I turned on the vehicle and pulled it around toward the back of the building, somewhere a little less conspicuous. We then found another entrance with a list of names of the mailboxes and scanned for them. 

"That's the one," Lynn said, pointing to a small plastic label. "del Vega. I remember it now from a dinner party." 

I nodded and looked around. No cameras. Classy area. I randomly pressed buzzers (except the del Vega one) until some person let us in without checking. We scampered in and began our sleuthing, moving to the floor indicated by her name. Rather than using the elevator, we made our way up the dimly lit steps. It was stake and smelled of urine. 

"Oh, God..." Lynn grimaced, wrinkling her nose. "What a reek. At least you and I haven't pissed here." 

"First time for everything." I replied, smiling evilly and stopping her. I pinned her to the wall and lifted her skirt. She seemed stunned as I pulled down her panties. 

"Michael!" she rasped, seemingly in shock at what I was planning. "You can't fucking be serious! Here? Now?" 

"If you want to continue spying, you'd better do it because I'm not letting you out of this stairwell until you do." I said in a stern tone. She looked at me in disbelief for several seconds and finally shook her head, squatting down and hiking her panties away. 

"The things I do for you," she muttered. "What happens if someone comes down the stairs and sees us?" 

"Helluva story to tell the arresting officers, wouldn't you say?" I answered, smirking. She sighed and shook her head again. 

"Alright, just... gimme your dick if you're gonna make me do this. Sucking on you will probably relax me enough to do it, you know?" 

I nodded and pulled my cock out of my pants. She took hold of it and began sucking willfully. She used her fingers to teased her pussylips and clit until she moaned and shivered a little, finally beginning to pee. It pooled in the corner and spread out slowly, yellow against the stale gray paint of the landing we were on. 

"Good girl," I said as she let go of me and stood up, putting her panties back in position and lowering her skirt. "My turn." 

"Oh God, I can't believe this is turning me on. What the fuck have you done to me?" she muttered as she watched me piss where she had. She bit at her fingernail as I did the deed and then we moved on, hand in hand, ready for adventure. 

We reached the Fifth floor and made our way to the apartment number that Secretary del Vega lived in. We turned on our mics and I turned on my recorder and we pointed the units at the door. The hallway was dim, the yellowish lights of little help illuminating. The rug was patchy and stained, reeking of who knows what. 

The little headpieces that came with my spygear began picking up sounds from inside, mostly the girl mewling and whining about wanting to try things and Carter promising they would. 

"Carter, you keep promising we'll try it and we never do," she groused in her Latino accent. "We always fuck like this, we never do nothing different. I want to try new things! Uhhhnnnn, a little harder... 

"I said we would and we will," Carter replied. "But not tonight, I have to be home before too long. I told them I had a meeting." 

"Yes, yes, your precious family," the woman said snidely. "Carter, why don't you leave them for me? I'll give you good babies too, I- mmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, my dear, there... I will treat you so good..." 

"It's... a little more complicated- mmmmmmm, than that, Lee..." Carter grunted. 

"Oh God, he came already," Lynn whispered. "I almost feel bad for the little skank." 

"Wow..." was my only reply. 

"C'mon, Carter, let's do it again," she begged. "Please, lover, I want to feel you. And can we not use the condoms? I promise to not get you in trouble..." 

"Ohhhh, give me a second, Lee," Carter said, clearly deflated and spent by his so-called efforts. "I might need some time here and if it gets late-" 

"Oh, always with the excuses," she snorted, now stomping her foot. "For two years I have been a shadow and I want more. You leave me no choice!" 

We heard rummaging and then firm footsteps. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" Carter protested. 

"Your clothes, big boy? They outta here!" we heard the secretary declare loudly. Carter gasped and moaned in distress at whatever she had just done. 

"Too late, they on the street now, man," she said emphatically. "Now you staying until I'm satisfied, like I used to be when you first started hitting on me, remember? You fuck me good, I get your clothes..." 

Lynn began to smirk and looked at me, her eyes glittering with mirth. I suddenly had a wonderful and evil idea. 

"Her window must face out the back, near where we parked," I whispered. "Go gather his clothes up now, I'll be right there and we're gonna bolt." 

She smiled wickedly and kissed me before turning and leaving, scampering back to the stairwell we had come up. I waited about two minutes, continuing to listen and record. Carter was still complaining about his clothes having been thrown to the street, but at least he still had his wallet and keys. The secretary was still whining for more sex and it seemed like a bad movie plot. 

"You have this coming, you colossal dickbag..." I thought darkly. "For Lynn. You don't deserve her..." 

I then strode over to the fire alarm near the stairwell and pulled it. Instantly the bells went off and confusion ensued. I calmly and quickly retraced my route out and found the van, which Lynn was already sitting in. She was giggling so hard there were tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Oh, you bastard..." she tittered. "You did all this for me?" 

We pulled back the van and tinted the windows, watching as people streamed out, complaining and arguing about who had done what. Many were in various states of undress. We pulled around to the front and drove by, Lynn howling with laughter as Carter stood there in his striped boxers, undershirt and socks, along with his secretary, clad once again in her crummy robe. Carter seemed panicked and confused. 

"Don't worry," I commented casually as we drove away. "He still has his wallet and keys." 

"He's gonna have to think real hard to come up with an excuse tonight," Lynn said cheerfully as she displayed his coat, shirt, pants and shoes. "The poor schmuck." 

"What are you gonna do with those?" I inquired. "Keep them as evidence?" 

Lynn made a show of thinking for a few moments. "No, I want revenge. And to be honest, Michael, I don't want this over with quickly. I am willing to let his little fling run its course because it means I can have you. This affair of his is a fucked up one, I'll let him suffer through it some more before I rescue him. His clothes will simply disappear." 

"Well I'm not objecting to that plan," I said cheerfully, driving along. "Where to now?" 

"We have time, since my darling hubby will now need to buy some clothes," Lynn observed. "Let's go somewhere isolated, I want to do something." 

I nodded agreeably and drove us to the docklands. The sun was westering and the area deserted, except for the ever-present gulls. We got out of the van, Lynn brining the purloined clothes with her. She looked at them and sighed. 

"You know, I bought this outfit for Carter several years ago," she mused, assessing them. "They used to look pretty damn good on him, but now I'll never be able to see them without thinking of that slut rolling around on them..." 

She laid them out of the ground and then hiked down her skirt and took off her panties. I looked around to make sure we were not being observed and nodded to her. She smiled, stood over the clothes with her legs on either side and spread her pussylips. Tilting her hips, she began to pee up and down them, completely soaking the articles. 

"Your bladder must be the size of a yoga ball," I said, watching her in amusement. "You are a urinary wonder." 

Lynn giggled. "Admit it, you love it." 

"With you, yes, there is no denying it." I confessed. She now carefully gathered up the clothes, took them over to the edge of the water and dumped them in unceremoniously. She dusted off her hands as she came back, a look of satisfaction on her face. She was still naked from the waist down. 

"Anyone looking?" she asked, gazing around. I shook my head and she went over to the front of the van and bent over it, wiggling her ass at me. 

"Then give it to me good, sport," she said in a low, daring voice. "Fuck the hell out of me to celebrate our successful spying..." 

I nodded and dropped my pants, taking hold of her hips. I ground my cock against her ass and pussy until I was good and hard. No teasing this time, I shoved myself in hard and began thumping against her. My hands reached under and squeezed and mauled her tits until she was moaning and panting loudly. 

"Ohhh, Michael, fuck..." she rasped. "You fuck me so good, my love... make me want to fucking scream... God, right there, yes..." 

I slammed my hips against her hard, pulling my cock almost all the way out each time before sending it back in forcefully, battering her pussy. I would be amazed if her netherlips weren't bruised in the morning. But Lynn didn't seem to mind or care and just wanted it harder. 

"Fuck... fuck... fuck...ooh, yeah..." she hissed, looking back at me, her blue eyes flashing. "Ooh, God, cum in me, Michael... come on, get it all in me, fuck me raw..." 

I jackhammered myself into her until her stomach was bouncing off the grille with each thrust. I clenched her tits hard and she squealed, squirming back against me wildly. I could feel the pressure building up in my balls and pulled her back, arching her back. 

"Oh fuck!" she gasped, going rigid. 

I growled as I began to cum, spunking deep inside her. Lynn wailed as loudly as she dared and came with me, her pussy clenching my cock like a vise. We thrust against one another madly, my cum filling her and hers bathing our hips and thighs. We eventually were spent and slowed down, my grip on her becoming gentler. In a wonderful display of flexibility, Lynn slowly lifted on leg to the side of her head and turned herself around to face me, still keeping my shaft inside her. I felt a bit of a twist on my cock as she did this but nothing bad and it was actually a rather amazing sensation. She put the leg back down and stared up into my eyes, saying nothing but just looking at me, as if trying to see into my soul. 

"That was impressive." I said gently as I continued to slowly move in and out of her. She tilted her hips forward, changing the angle and sighed in pleasure. 

"Ballet my whole life and now two hours of yoga and stretching every day," she said in possibly the softest voice I had ever heard her use. "How can I ever thank you for all you do for me?" 

"I'd say you do a wonderful job and our arrangement is more than satisfactory," I replied amiably. "I think I'm getting the sweet end of the deal here." 

Lynn blushed. "No, Michael, not at all. I am glad you like me, I mean really glad, and I am glad you want to help, because it keeps me from doing anything stupid, but I owe you. I hope you know that." 

"How about we just call it even?" I suggested and I leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and we made gentle love in the setting sun. 

*** 

Lynn texted me a few days later, sending me pictures of a series of novelty gearshifts she had found online and bought for herself. The collection included one that looked like a big, fat fleshy cock, another that was bulbous, one that had exotic ridges and bumps along the length and a fourth that was topped with a floppy rubber tongue. She told me she couldn't wait to install them in her car and try them out but wanted me present for their christening. I suggested that she wanted me there in case she couldn't install them readily, a fact she sheepishly admitted to. 

Nice to know I was useful. This was turning into a pretty fun affair. 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 06



Chapter 6- Some New Blood 

The next time I met up with Lynn, she seemed very light-hearted and giddy almost. She had a certain carefree air about her that I really liked. We met behind the sheds and she was almost bouncy. Wearing low-cut jeans and a tight white shirt with no bra, she was positively breathtaking to behold. 

"Thanks for coming, sport!" she said cheerfully. 

"Somebody's in a good mood," I commented as I watched her strip out of her shirt and then her pants. She hadn't been wearing panties, apparently. "You getting some on the side?" 

"Only from you, my love," she smiled. "But I am indeed in a good mood, I must admit. I had something of an epiphany last night." 

"Oh? Do tell." I replied, beginning to remove my own clothes. 

"Nothing earth-shattering, just that... well, now that I've witnessed Carter's sad little affair and seen him standing in his altogether in the middle of a slum, I don't at all feel bad about this," she explained, standing there naked and perfectly comfortable with it. "I can have my affair with you in good conscience now. And I won't mind if it takes a whole damn year." 

"That makes two of us," I said blithely. "I am certainly enjoying your revenge on your husband." 

She smirked and strolled up to me, walking two fingers up my chest. "Mmmmm, I figured you wouldn't mind. Goodness, you certainly have a muscular frame. Why aren't girls throwing themselves at you?" 

I sighed. "I guess I give off damaged goods vibes or something. You said yourself my eyes are sad, even when I'm smiling. And yeah, finding a girl to fuck wouldn't be difficult, but that's neither here nor there for me, you know?" 

She took my hand and placed it on her breast over her heart as we knelt, looking into my eyes. "Their loss is my gain, then," she whispered. "I do not mind if you have other girls, Michael, I have no claim on you. Just remember your promise to help me as well, okay?" 

I nodded. "You're the most attractive and vivacious woman in the entire city, Lynn, trust me, it will be no difficulty to keep my promise." 

"Oh, such a sugar talker," she cooed, cupping my cheek with her palm. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel wanted." 

"It's easy when I want you so badly. You're bordering on an unhealthy obsession for me, Lynn. You're constantly in my thoughts." 

"Hopefully all the naughty ones at least," she purred. "So, here we are, naked and aroused. Shall we indulge our little ritual first or after?" 

I looked over at the sports bag she brought out. "Wow, you planned for today. What's in there?" 

"Well, it is September and even if the air is still warm I notice the ground is getting sort of cool," she answered, reaching over to retrieve the aforementioned bag. "I brought a blanket large enough to lie on and some towels." 

I smiled and spread out the blanket, followed by laying her on it. Her eyes shone as I put her on her back. She pulled me to her and we kissed rapturously, our bodies melting together in a manner now familiar and comfortable to us. Tongues entwined as her legs wrapped around me. Her lovely breasts were soft against my chest and she moaned gently into my mouth as she grew wet. 

"Oh, what you do to me..." she whispered. "Please, bring it up here..." 

I stood and then knelt over her shoulders and neck, my cock right in her face. She began kissing at it while I took one of the towels she had brought and put it under her neck to help her. She moaned as she took my member inside her mouth and began masticating on it slowly, enjoying herself. I felt myself swelling and growing hard with little effort on her part. This woman made me wild. 

Her head bobbed back and forth, her hand wrapped around the base and stroking along behind her wet lips. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock and then along the shaft as she went down. It was an exquisite feeling and I have no idea how she became so dexterous with her tongue. Not that I objected, mind you, because it felt incredible. 

I decided to have some fun, since Lynn seemed to have a fetish about being pinned. I leaned forward onto my arms and straightened my body out over her. My hips were over her face and I began to pump up and down, sliding my cock down her throat and not allowing her to control the action. Lynn moaned in surprise but adapted quickly, lying her head back and relaxing her throat. Pushing down into her at this angle, where my cock was bent down past ninety degrees to get in her mouth, was a whole new sensation. She sucked as hard as she could with her lips, forming a perfect wet seal over my shaft as it slid in and out. I could hear her breathing through her nose rhythmically. 

"If Carter's so damn boring in bed, where the hell did you learn all this stuff?" I asked as I pulled out of her mouth and turned around to face down her body. Lynn giggled and spread her legs to allow me access to her pussy while she took my glistening cock in her hand. 

"I was a pretty naughty girl when I was a teen and in college," she confessed happily. "And I keep a few dildos and vibes handy to practice on so I don't lose my touch." To prove her point, she deep throated my cock suddenly, causing me to shiver. 

I lapped at her pussy and sucked her clit willfully, probing my finger inside her increasingly wet slit. Lynn groaned and squirmed beneath me lustily, ever eager for more. We licked and teased one another into a small frenzy until we were both trembling. 

"Mmmmm, take me, love..." she whispered. "However you want me, fucking take me..." 

I rolled onto my side and positioned Lynn so I was spooning her. I lifted her right leg and pulled it back over my thigh. With her legs parted like this, I guided my cock into her slick pussy from behind. I slid in until I was pressed against her magnificent ass. Lynn shuddered, arched her spine and reached back with one hand to clench me and pull me in further. 

"Oh fuck yes..." she panted, allowing me to thrust in and out of her. "Oh, Michael... haven't done this position in forever... fucking forgot..." 

I held her right leg and pulled back a little more on it, stretching her and allowing me to sink in even deeper. My other hand crept around her and began molesting her tits, which were warm and begging for attention. Lynn squirmed back against me wantonly, craving the feel of our bodies in unison. 

"Yes, love..." she moaned. "Ohhhhhh, you fucking know how to hit all my spots, you wonderful thing... beat my cunt into submission..." 

I smirked, thinking that maybe Lynn's little fetish with being pinned was indicative of something more. I would have to test that theory at some point, but for now I just pushed in harder while pulling back on her leg. Her pussy stretched as I pulled and my she felt tighter than ever around my pulsing cock. I bent her knee and locked it behind myself, now able to pull easily on her thigh if I wanted to stretch her more. I pinched and pulled at her nipples and gave her breasts a good squeezing, making her groan. 

"Oh my fucking shit..." she grunted. "You're gonna rip me in fucking half... oh God, Michael, please..." 

She craned her neck and clenched her teeth, with all her might she squeezed my shaft as I pulled further. I pounded my hips against her ass, driving my cock home deep inside her. I shuddered along with her as we came together, my thick ropes inundating her as the walls squeezed and gripped me demoniacally. I thrust repeatedly, not relinquishing my grip on her leg, pumping hard while she squirmed and writhed. Her pussy made obscene squelching sounds as my cum was forced out of it, bathing our thighs. 

Lynn collapsed on her side, shaking like a leaf. I slowly massaged her breasts, helping to calm her racing heart. I was still moving in and out of her pussy letting it milk the last of my cum and slowly released her leg. It returned to her natural position and she breathed deeply. 

It was some time before she spoke, resting her forehead on her hands, her eyes closed. "You know, I'm not gonna be much good to you in this affair of ours if you kill me, you bastard," she mumbled quietly. "Is that what you want? A deceased Lynn? You got a thing for dead chicks?" 

"You'd probably still be the best fuck in town." I replied, causing her to giggle. 

"Oh, you," she sighed contentedly, turning her head to look at me with her lovely blue eyes, shining with the afterglow of our lovemaking. "I don't think I could ask for a better affair." 

"Hopefully a lot better than your hubby's," I commented. "Just don't develop cankles, okay?" 

She shot me a wry smirk and squirmed for a moment. I felt my midsection grow warm and wet and realized she had peed on me. 

"Take that, man-whore." Lynn said, grinning. 

"Wow, with me inside you, not bad." I replied. I held her in place and returned the favour, bathing her insides with my offering. Lynn shivered and groaned in delight, reaching back to caress my face as I peed in her pussy. We kissed lovingly for some time, content to just be together, bonded in wet, sticky affection. 

"Mmmmm, I can't wait to see what other fetishes you awaken in me," she purred, nuzzling my neck and squirming her pussy around my cock. "You've got me pissing with you, letting you piss in and on me, pissing in public places, fucking in public and allowing you to tear me nearly in half. I'm beginning to wonder about the deviant within." 

"I am looking forward to getting to know her," I said cheerfully, slowly pulling my cock out of her. There was a wet 'pop' followed by a rush of fluids that made Lynn shiver and suck in her breath. "Poor blanket." I mused. 

"Oh, I've got plenty more, and that's probably the most fun one of our blankets has seen in a long time." 

She looked down at the blanket and paused. "Actually, I think this is one of Kait's blankets, so maybe I was wrong. She lies on this one to sunbathe, so it's felt her ass. It's pretty hot." 

"Well, hopefully there's no problems hiding the evidence. " I commented, rolling over on top of her. We kissed some more before getting up and drying off. We dressed and I helped her pack away the items she had brought. 

Lynn smiled at me dazzlingly and winked before blowing her habitual kiss and sauntering off. I watched her exit, entranced by the swish in her hips. Several moments and deep breaths later, I went back to my house and began thinking about testing out my fetish theory... 

*** 

We texted back and forth for about two days but could not find a good time to get together. Lynn's schedule seemed pretty busy but we agreed to make up for it as soon as we could. I asked indirect questions about what we had done thus far that really turned her on and the answers I received were as expected- Lynn was so dynamic and in control in most of her life that she felt the need to be pinned and dominated on occasion. Clearly this was something she desired in her marriage but Carter was not providing. 

I had initially wondered if he was saving all his dominance for his secretary fling, but since we had spied on them I realized he wasn't doing it there either. He just didn't seem to have the androgen to be the dominant male his wife craved. 

Now true, I don't have an overwhelming need to be sexually dominant, but I can certainly play the part if called upon, which is just as well since I would be the world's worst submissive. If Lynn had any dominatrix fetishes about tying me up and grinding her heel into my balls, she would be very disappointed. But she didn't strike me as the type, so I dismissed the question. 

On the third night, I was sitting up in my office one evening, zoning out and playing a strategy game on my computer. My curtain was mostly drawn and it was not quite dusk out. Movement caught my eye from outside and I turned to look- someone was behind the sheds. 

I got out of my chair and went to the window, standing off to the side and peering out from the edge of the curtain so I could not be seen. 

Lynn was standing there in yoga tights and a halter top, seemingly having just come back from her run if the sweat marks were any indication. With her was a young Asian woman, similarly dressed and sweating from running. The newcomer was shorter than Lynn, with long, glossy black hair in a ponytail, a pretty face, decent-sized boobs, a great ass and toned legs. She made me smile. 

Lynn was telling her something, gesturing to the area behind the shed and then at my house. The Asian girl looked back and forth and seemed to giggle at what she was being told. Lynn did not pull down her pants but demonstrated squatting, holding her tits together while squatting and leaning against the back of the shed with her ass pertly poised out. Her friend seemed delightfully scandalized by the explanation, looking back at my house several times. 

Lynn continued to explain or confess something, seeming to blush on occasion. What I found odd, though, was the way that the Asian girl was looking at her friend, with a certain desire that Lynn seemed not to notice. Something in the newcomer's body language, the way she shifted back and forth from foot to foot and kept staring at Lynn's body told me she was turned on. 

Finally the explanation seemed to have ended and Lynn hugged her compatriot. The Asian girl returned the gesture readily, squashing herself into Lynn's tits rather ardently. They were face to face for a moment, smiling, when the Asian girl kissed Lynn on the lips. It was just a peck, something close friends might have done, but it caused Lynn to pause. They stared at one another for a moment before they kissed again, holding it a little longer this time. They stared and kissed once more, for about two or three seconds before the Asian girl broke off the hug and jogged away, waving back at her friend. 

I watched the woman leave, heading my way down the street with a big grin on her face that Lynn could not see. Clearly she was delighted. I now looked at Lynn, who was staring at her friend's retreating back. Her lips were pursing and moving, as if trying to remember the feel of her friend's lips on her own. She then retreated to a corner of the shed, hiked down her pants and peed, massaging her pussy the whole time. She finished peeing but kept rubbing, her eyes closed until she shuddered and came. 

I moved back from the curtain and sat in my chair, smirking. 

"Well I'll be damned. Just when I thought saving Lynn's marriage couldn't be more fun..." 

I decided to let things just play out and see what Lynn said, I would not bring this up. Best to let her work through it for herself. After all, she had come to the conclusion of having our little affair without any help from me, right? And even if nothing happened, I was still making love to my blonde goddess. I had nothing to complain about, except how much she dominated my thoughts. 

God, Lynn... 

*** 

"So what was tonight's obfuscation?" I asked as I sat in the passenger's seat while Lynn drove. She had commandeered the Lexus, something that Carter normally drove. Lynn had seemed unusually confident, cheerful and poised during our last encounters. True, she was always confident in some manner, but the anger and hurt seemed to have gone out of her. She was enjoying her revenge on her cheating husband and seemed guilt-free. 

"I just flat-out lied and said I was meeting some of my fitness group for yoga." she replied easily. "Carter couldn't care less about that sort of thing. I'm guessing it means he'll have time to call his dumpy secretary and give her platitudes about bad sex. He objected initially to the Lexus being used, but I made some excuse about using it so I wouldn't be the one stuck driving everyone home and wasting gas money." 

"If he drives a Lexus, why is he worried about gas money?" I mused, making a wry face. "Makes no sense." 

"Well, we are well off, I guess, but Carter's a penny-pincher. The only thing he ever spends money on is this car, Travis' sports equipment or tickets to games." 

"And probably his dumpy secretary." I added. 

"Yeah, probably that too," she sighed. "After a little digging in our finances, I think he's actually paying for her apartment we found." 

I laughed. "Shit, you'd think he'd find her a better place than that dump in a slum. He can't think too much of her." 

"I dunno, Carter's weird," Lynn replied. "Keeping her there is cheap, meaning he can do other things for her if necessary, like buy her food and clothes and stuff." 

"I still don't get him, at all." 

"Neither do I, sport, but that's not my problem right now," she said, once again cheerful. "My problem is having the best damn affair anyone could ask for and getting my revenge." 

She now reached over and began massaging my cock through my jeans. "That being said, we're gonna violate the hell out of this Lexus tonight, okay?" 

"Music to my ears, Lynn..." I said, leaning back and enjoying the feel of her touching me. The sun had set and it was dark out, so no one could see us. "Where to?" 

"The docks, I think," she replied after a moment or two. "That one afternoon was very deep and touching for me, I'd like to try it again." 

I nodded and let her drive. The moon was hidden but the night was still warm. We drove out to the docklands, as far from civilization as possible. The spot we eventually decided on was not far from a small wildlife sanctuary and some wetlands. We parked the car and got out, walking around holding hands for a few minutes and listening to the sound of the river and the nearby animals. 

"Are you happy with our little arrangement, Michael?" she asked, looking at the sky as we walked. 

"Absolutely," I said, squeezing her hand. "It's more than I could ask for or deserve. Are you happy?" 

"Oh, definitely," she replied, smiling at me. "I just... have a weird subject to bring up." 

"Please, Lynn, go ahead," I said gently. "Remember we promised to not keep secrets about this." 

Lynn drew a deep breath. "I... I might have kissed one of my jogging buddies the other day and I have to admit, I kinda liked it." 

"Oh?" I mused nonchalantly. "I've got competition from another guy, eh?" 

"Oh, God, Michael no..." she said finitely and stopping to gaze into my eyes earnestly. "No, no, I promise you, nothing like that. Yes, I jog with guys occasionally, but this was a woman, a friend of mine. Her name is Xiong." 

I made a show of thinking. "Oh, isn't she the little Thai one I see running with you on occasion?" 

Lynn looked puzzled. "Yeah, that's her, I guess, but... how do you know she's Thai?" 

I shrugged. "She looks Thai, what can I say? Around here, Asians are either Hmong, Laotian or Thai and she looks Thai. Not to mention Hmong and Laotians are almost never named Xiong. Pretty much only ethnic Chinese and Thai are." 

"If you say so, sport," Lynn said, knowing better than to get my going on ethnic anthropology. "But the fact remains, I kissed her and it really turned me on. I had to get myself off almost immediately after she left." 

I laughed. "Naughty girl. Where did you do that?" 

Lynn sighed and took another deep breath. "And here's where it gets difficult. I... I kind of told her about you and I... about our little ritual and everything that has happened since. I showed her the spot behind the sheds where it all began and... well, she seemed to be happy for me and sort of giggly at the thought of what we did back there." 

"So she's a perv," I said, shrugging. "Then you kissed her?" 

"No, not exactly," Lynn said hesitantly. "I... we hugged after I had explained everything and she was getting ready to leave. She... kissed me on the lips, just a light kiss, but then we kissed again and then again. It's like we didn't want to stop but didn't dare get started either, you know?" 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 06



"Oh, so she initiated," I mused, smiling slyly. "But you liked it." 

Lynn nodded. "I was thrilled by how she felt as I hugged her and I guess I was secretly hoping we would kiss. The whole letting her in on our secret and talking about pissing and fucking must have got me going , but I was too nervous to notice." 

"Can she be trusted?" I asked. 

"Yeah, she doesn't like Carter at all," Lynn answered. "She has no use for him, she thinks he's a dud. It's not the first time she's told me, she's rather blunt and honest." 

"So a lesbian Thai girl kissed you and got you thinking you may want to try her on for size?" I posited. 

"I think Xiong's probably bi, to be honest," Lynn said, thinking. "I've only seen her with guys, but I know she's not dating right now. She dumped her last asshole for being a cheating shit with a little dick. Her words, by the way." 

"So you two have something in common, aside from she dumped hers and you're going to win yours back," I observed. "So you think Xiong wants to try you on for size, is that it?" 

"Are you... are you okay with that?" Lynn asked, sounding nervous. "I admit, I'm rather wanting to try out a girl, it's been a long time, but not if it would come between us. I need you, Michael, I don't need Xiong. Please understand that. I am asking your permission because what we have is too important to me. It's the most important thing in my life aside from my kids." 

I laughed and smiled down at her. "Lynn, you absolutely have my permission to fuck your Thai jogging partner. I hope she fits you very well." 

"Oh thank God," she said in relief, hugging herself to me. "You're not jealous. Thank you thank you thank you. I was so worried..." 

"No need to worry, darling," I said soothingly, holding her close and caressing her hair. "Like you said, it won't come between you and I, so what's to worry about?" 

She looked up at me and her eyes were shining with honesty. "And I mean it, Michael... you're free to do as you please with girls, as long as you have the time I need as well. Yes, I could get jealous very easily if I let myself, but I won't. Thank you so much for understanding." 

I kissed her deeply and she responded with her whole being, seeming to almost surrender to me. I pulled her shirt off as we kissed, loving the feel of her awesome breasts pressed to me. She broke the kiss and looked up into my eyes, slowly undoing my pants and dropping them to release my cock from its confines. She then slowly knelt, dragging her soft orbs down my body until they enveloped my manhood. She massaged my swelling dick with her breasts, a feeling so intense that I was hard almost instantly. Everything she did felt so good... 

She kissed and licked at me while continuing to rub my cock between her tits. My hands caressed and tugged gently on her silken hair, my eyes locked with hers. One of her hands found its now-habitual place at the base of my shaft and stroked along in time with her mouth as it took me in. God, Lynn's mouth felt so good. 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, vibrating her mouth around my cock and making me tremble. "Mmmmmm, Michael, I love your cock in my mouth... mmmmmmmmmmmm..." 

My fingers flexed and kneaded in her hair more fervently as she brought me close to the edge, my hard-on raging. She took me all they way in, bobbing back and forth, pressing her thumb along that vein on the underside of my needy cock. I felt like I could bust at any second. Fortunately, Lynn seemed to notice this and stood up, releasing me from the wet grip of her mouth. 

"Oh no, not yet, big boy..." she whispered in a sultry tone, turning around and pulling down her form-fitting jeans to reveal her lovely ass, protected only by a tiny black thong. "You've got your work cut out for you, we've got a car to desecrate..." 

Without another word I took her and spun her around, pressing her over the hood of the Lexus. She exhaled and looked back at me, grinning wickedly. 

"Oh, now that's what I'm talking about," she hissed. "Fuck me until I black out, lover. Grind me into the hood of this fucking car, I want to leave a dent!" 

I pushed my weight on top of her and and shoved my cock deep inside her pussy, not bothering to be gentle. Lynn grunted and let out a guttural moan, her fingers flexing against the metal of the hood. I rammed in and felt my cockhead batter her cervix. I pulled back and slammed home again, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling, craning her neck back. 

"Augh!" she wailed, shuddering as I fucked her harder than I ever had before. "God, Michael! My fucking cunt! You're breaking it! Don't fucking stop! Gnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" 

I pounded my hips against her ass powerfully, ramping up the speed. Her pussy clenched my shaft and she tried to writhe and move but I held her in place and forced her head down, her face to the right. Her tits were pressed to the cold metal of the car and she groaned through clenched teeth. I smacked her ass as I fucked her and she gasped and whimpered, the sting seeming to agree with her. 

"Ugh, you bastard, you're fucking killing me!" she choked out. "Crack me in half, fucking do it!" 

Without waiting I took hold of her leg and stretched it out to the side, pulling it around to force her to turn over while I was still buried deep in her pussy. Lynn shuddered and squealed, her body contorting like she was almost possessed as she tried to move. I slammed her leg back down and pinned her by her shoulders, glaring ferociously down into her eyes and started pounding again. 

Lynn's eyes goggled up at mine in shock at the ferocity of my assault on her body. She may not have expected or been ready for this but she didn't seem to be objecting to it either. She gasped and trembled, her massive and glorious tits shaking like jello as I fucked her pussy raw. She gripped my arms, her nails digging into the flesh as she tried to hold on. 

I pistoned my hips against hers, each thrust accompanied by an audible 'thump!', followed by a groan from my lover. I reached up and began squeezing and mauling her breasts and she keened in delight, her eyes squeezing shut at the delicious sting. Her legs grappled around my waist in a frenzy as she attempted to stabilize herself and seemingly not lose consciousness. 

I felt the boiling tingling beginning and her soaking pussy clenched tightly as we came to the brink. I reached up with one hand and wrapped it around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her eyes widen in shock and perhaps terror. But a second later we both exploded in ecstasy, my cum pumping deep inside her while she almost screamed her way through her orgasm. She thrashed and ground mightily against me, her pussy spasming around my throbbing shaft. 

When she had drained me I collapsed against her, panting heavily, my chest heaving. Lynn was just shaking, her eyes wide as saucers and staring at the sky. Her mouth hung open and her breath was ragged. I now wrapped my arms around her, letting her feel my warmth, a gentle blanket after what she had just been through. 

Eventually I felt her breathing normalize and her arms slowly came up to rest on my back. I looked into her eyes and she smiled, even though they were glistening with tears and trickling down her cheeks. 

"Okay, I suppose I might have a bit of a rape fetish..." she whispered, reaching up to stroke my cheek. "How did you know?" 

"I just sort of guessed based on some things we've done before and the way you sometimes talk when we're into it hot and heavy," I replied. "You okay?" 

"Oh, I'm better than okay, my darling," she said, her voice trembling with emotion and doubtless some pain. "I'm great, fantastic even. You gave me exactly what I needed tonight, even if I didn't quite know it." 

I gently leaned back and began to pull out of her. She winced and whimpered as I did so, but she smiled and nodded that she was okay. I kissed my way down her body until I reached her battered pussy. My cum oozed out of it and her lips were inflamed and red, her inner thighs bruised. It was dark, but I was pretty sure there was a tiny trickle of blood there as well. 

"It's fine, my dearest," she said softly, seeming to sense my concern. "I know you could never really hurt me and I know you're not a brutal monster either. You did that for me and I am so appreciative now." 

I nodded and kissed her clit gently, causing her to shiver and sigh. She tried to get up, wincing and grunting as she did so. 

"Oh, wow, you really fucked me up..." she wheezed, one eye twitching with the effort she was putting forth. She held out a hand for me. "Little help?" 

I helped her gingerly to her feet and caught her as her knees buckled. She wheezed and giggled wearily, using my body to pull herself back up to a standing position. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. 

"God, it's been a while..." she muttered. "Haven't done shit like that since college." 

I raised my eyebrow in amusement. "You let yourself get raped in college?" 

"Well, not raped, but the boys knew I liked it rough, so only a few of them could handle me," she replied, wiping the sweat from her brow. "God, my legs are still trembling. You got me good. We might have to hold off on doing this too often." 

"Glad to hear it," I said honestly. "Not sure my conscience can handle it too often. Fuck you hard, yeah, I can do that, but rape the fuck out of you, no, that's a special occasion." 

"Agreed," Lynn said, trying to walk. "Jesus, what did you do to me? Feels like you took a jackhammer to my crotch." 

"Hope you liked it." 

"Oh, I did, my love, trust me..." she said with authority. "No one has ever fucked me that hard before or made me cum until I blacked out." 

"Yeah, I thought I might've lost you there for a moment or two." I admitted. 

"Oh, God, when you put your hand around my neck and choked me?" she exclaimed, looking ecstatic. "Right then, I knew I was going to cum like I haven't in nearly twenty years. I only hoped I would stay conscious long enough to experience it. And I did, it was amazing. The pleasure, the pain, the sting, the terror, all of it. Like nothing else, my love." 

She walked along gingerly, still holding my arm for support. We walked in circles, letting her acclimate to movement and she bit her lip if the ache got bad. But she did not stop or rest, knowing that she had to be able to move and function normally when she got back home. She was a trooper, I had to admit. A glorious body, the sex-drive of a nymphomaniac and a will of iron. Carter was one lucky and undeserving man. 

"I've wanted to do this for weeks now," she said, holding up her arms. "Help me up onto the hood..." 

I gently took hold of her and assisted her in getting up on the hood of the Lexus. She moved around until she was on her knees, legs spread wide. She smirked at me in satisfaction and begin peeing, the stream cascading down the hood. 

"Fuck you, car..." she muttered, scowling at the vehicle. "God, as soon as I can, I'm fucking the gearshift and let Carter use it without knowing. I'll violate the shit out of this car." 

She finally finished and sighed in satisfaction, the deed done. "And when he asks, I'm going to tell him that as I was coming back to the car and saw two hoodlums running away from the car and I guess they pissed on the hood, not to mention left any dents or scratches you and I put in it." 

"Clever girl," I agreed, helping her off the hood. "You've got a pretty complete revenge mapped out for yourself." 

"Hopefully so, and better than that, I can continue it guilt-free for as long as he keeps up his crap. God knows, I've got two years to make up for, right?" 

She pulled me over to the car and opened the rear door. "Mmmm, I can't fuck yet, but let's make out in the back seat, Michael. This whole car's gotta get it..." 

I laid on my back and pulled her to me, holding her close, our legs sticking out of the car. We kissed and fondled like a pair of horny teenagers, just reveling in the feel of one another's bodies. Everything about Lynn was enthralling. She had no flaws that one could pick on. Her face was beautiful, her hair thick and shiny, her eyes sparkled with delight and emotion, her skin was fair and smooth, her tits were big but did not sag, she had a trim, flat belly, a gorgeous, toned ass, a tight, shaved pussy, long, supple and athletic legs and tiny ankles. Whoever didn't find her completely enchanting to look at was a fool. I could never get tired of it. 

I kissed my way down her neck and paid lavish care to her heaving breasts, sucking and sliding my tongue around them gently, making up for their earlier brutal treatment. 

"Ohhhh, you know just when to be gentle, to help bring me down..." she murmured, caressing my shoulders. "You're such an attentive lover." 

Kissing further down, her belly muscles were tight from the excitement of our earlier activities, so I gave the region soft attention. She purred and caressed my head languorously. Her navel undulated beneath my lips. I then planted tender, loving kisses on her bruised and swollen pussylips. Still somewhat red and distended, I took care not to cause her any further aches or get her wet, since her muscles were so sore. 

I caressed and massaged her legs, relaxing the muscles. I rubbed her shapely ankles and the soles of her feet and she hummed in pleasure. 

"Ohhhhh, you take such good care of me, my love..." she sighed. "I'll never deserve you..." 

I took her gently in my arms and hugged her, kissing the top of her head. She purred and wrapped her arms around me. Finally we stood and I helped her get dressed. Once she was taken care of I dressed myself. I laid out a blanket on the nearby grass and we gazed up at the sky for some time, just holding hands. 

"I can't believe you're okay with me doing it with another girl." Lynn said softly, squeezing my hand. "You're so not the jealous type?" 

"Well, you having sex with a girl is no threat to me, since she is providing a service I cannot" I said simply. "If I had the right to, I might object to you fucking another man, probably have to kill him and all." 

She giggled. "There's only you, my hunky divorcée. When it comes to men, you're all I need." 

"Well that's comforting to know," I agreed. "How are you feeling?" 

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine, my dearest," she said lightly. "I can certainly walk as if nothing's wrong and it's not like anyone's going to see my pussy tonight. Even if Carter wanted to for some odd reason, I'd just say I was too tired. We needn't worry." 

We lay silently on the blanket for some time longer before we stood and headed back to the car. I offered to drive since Lynn might still be sore but she declined, saying she was just fine. We listened to music on the way back and she dropped me off about two blocks from my house. We kissed lovingly for a few moments before I got out and she drove away. I was ambling casually down the street when she pulled up behind me, apparently having circled the block and come back. I smiled as she rolled down the window. 

"Can you meet me behind the sheds as six tomorrow morning?" she asked, looking expectant. I naturally nodded and she grinned and headed off. I got home and showered, thinking tomorrow was off to a good start already. 

*** 

I arrived behind the shed at the appointed time and Lynn joined me shortly after, wearing her customary jogging outfit. She seemed perky and cheerful, showing no signs of last night's physical stresses. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked as she came up and gave me a kiss. 

"Just fine, sport," she replied, grinning. "Truth be told, I spent the whole night getting more and more horny. I tried playing with myself and it hardly hurt at all. Right now I'm so damn wet I have a pad on just to keep from showing the world through my pants." 

"Well, I can probably help with that," I suggested lightly. Lynn nodded and took my hand. 

"Exactly what I had in mind, but with a small variation. Hang on just a second..." 

She dashed to the front of her shed and unlocked it, opening the door a little. She glanced around furtively to see if anyone was within visual range and then beckoned me to join her quickly. I did so and she pulled me into the shed, closing the door behind us. It was pitch black inside and she giggled as she pressed herself to me, her hands roving around my body. 

"Just a change of scenery, but I figured it might be fun, you know?" she whispered, one of her hands reaching down and massaging my cock through my pants. "Let me give us a little light..." 

She felt around for a moment and turned on a small night light, just enough to give the room a tiny glow and let me see her. The shed itself was neat and orderly, with every tool in a designated place or on a hook and the floor was concrete, regularly swept. The inner walls were wooden, as opposed to the aluminum facing outside. She turned to me again, her eyes shining in the magical light. 

"I've been thinking about taking you in here since our first time," she said in a soft tone, running a finger through my hair. "I want you to make love to me in here and pee in me, Michael. Another sacrosanct, sterile room and ritual in my life broken, please give it to me." 

I nodded and swept her into my arms, kissing her deeply. She responded in kind, our mouths meeting and our tongues tangling together eagerly. We undressed one another completely and quickly; indeed she had been very wet. I snaked two fingers inside her gooey pussy and she moaned into my mouth and squirmed on them heatedly. 

"Oh, God, the only thing I love more than your fingers in me is your cock in me," she murmured, pressing her forehead to mine while she ground on my fingers shamelessly. "Oh, Michael, you bring out the slut in me so easily. I'm such a fucking whore for you..." 

Her hand massaged my cock, pumping back and forth until I was good and hard. She then leaned back against the wall and tilted her hips forward, looking up at me expectantly. 

"Do, it sport," she breathed, her chest heaving in anticipation. "Fuck me good and make me cum. Fill me up with your cock and just blow it all in me..." 

I nodded and took hold of her hips, looking down into her lovely eyes. She used two fingers to spread her pussylips open, inviting me in. She was biting her lip in anticipation. 

I slid my cock all the way inside her in one slow, steady motion and she closed her eyes and moaned, squeezing herself around me. Her legs trembled at the invasion and she smiled serenely. 

"Mmmmmmm, yes, my love..." she cooed, her eyes still closed, transported off to her secret Heaven. "Exactly where I want you and exactly where I want to be, pinned to you and you inside me. This tiny little shed is my universe, Michael, and you're what I need in it... it's my everything..." 

I began to move back and forth inside her, watching in the dim light as I fucked her. I would pull my cock all the way back until the head had barely come out, press it against her glistening lips and then push back in to the hilt. Slow but deliberate, which seemed to be what she needed. Lynn undulated her hips against me, now biting her fingernail. 

"Uhhhhhh," she murmured, massaging her tits now with her hands. "Yes, just right there..." Her capacity for receiving pleasure was just astonishing. I had nearly broken her less than ten hours before and this morning one would think that nothing of the sort had happened. She was showing no signs of her rough treatment the previous night. 

She suddenly crushed herself to me and kissed me fiercely, wrapping her legs around my waist. I took hold of her tight behind and held her off the ground, bracing her while I continued to thrust in and out. She squirmed against me, flexing and squeezing her pussy around my shaft expertly. She was already breaking a sweat and pressed her damp forehead to mine, her eyes closed and her breathing rapidly becoming a heated panting. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 06



"God, Michael..." she whimpered. She kissed me again and again, like she could hardly stop, her fingers kneading reflexively on the back of my back of my neck and my shoulders. I bent my knees and pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly, beginning to thrust up inside her and she shuddered as the angle of penetration changed. I could picture how it looked, my cock sliding up into that tight, wet pussy, the inner lips pulling down slightly as I withdrew, keeping a wet grip on me, and then long push back in, making both of us tremble. 

I could feel her trembling as her climax drew close and I loosened my grip on her behind, causing her to sink even farther down onto me. She gasped and went rigid for a moment, biting my shoulder. I squeezed her cheeks hard as I pushed one more time and the dam burst, my throbbing, engorged member spurting my hot cum deep inside her greedy pussy. She groaned against me and writhed her hips around, eager for my offering. Her slit clenched and rippled around me, sucking every last bit of my spunk out. Lynn panted and whimpered, her hands gripping me tight. 

We were finally spent and relaxed, with me gently pressing her against the wall of the shed. We just breathed for some time, because even though the time spent fucking one another had been short, it was emotionally intense and thrilling, here in this new locale. She kissed me and whispered to me while I held her against the wall, her heart beating in time with my own. Lynn had this wonderful capacity for making every act of intimacy feel so right. 

"Okay, stud," she said finally. "Remember what the second act was?" 

I nodded simply and pressed my forehead to hers, just relaxing myself as I held her in place. I let my mind go and my cock eventually softened. I kissed her nose as I squeezed my muscle and began to pee inside her. Lynn shivered and sighed, hugging herself tightly to me. I could feel it all around my cock deep in that pussy and then it was trickling out, pattering onto the floor or running down her ass and my hands and legs. 

Once I had finished inundating her we just held one another, which seemed to be every bit as important to our ritual as making love or peeing. Just the oneness of it made for a perfect denouement to anything we had done. 

She slowly climbed off me and smiled, putting her arms around my shoulders and pressing her sopping pussy against my cock while looking up into my eyes. 

"How did I get so lucky?" she sighed. "A girl couldn't ask for any more in an affair..." 

She retrieved two towels she had brought with her and we cleaned ourselves off before dressing. 

"Don't worry about the mess," she said cheerfully. "I'm the only one who ever comes 

in here and I'll just clean it up later this morning after everyone's gone. Truth be told, I almost want to keep the mark on the floor, you know? I might let it set in and then clean up, just as a reminder to myself of what I have." 

I smiled and squeezed her behind, knowing that whatever this blonde goddess desired was just fine by me. She opened the shed door and looked around before shooing me out. I scurried behind the sheds and waited until she followed. We then kissed deeply and lovingly until she broke it off, waving and jogging back to her abode. I would follow suit moments later. 

This was the best ritual ever. 

*** 

Okay, I lied. 

It hadn't been the best ritual ever, but only because it had not reached its fullest expression. Granted I had not recognized this point yet, but indeed my affair with Lynn progressed to new levels of delight for us both. A man could have been perfectly happy with how things were and should have been, with no right to demand more, but when something better simply falls into your lap, it behooves you to recognize it as another blessing, does it not? 

It was maybe two days later when I get a text message asking if I would be available behind the sheds in approximately forty-five minutes. I replied I most certainly would be, looking forward to another romp. Lynn was waiting for me, wearing a short jean skirt and a tight top. She kissed me eagerly, pressing hard. My hands found her behind beneath her skirt and gave the pantiless cheeks a squeeze, but she pulled back suddenly, smiling slyly. 

"Just hang on a second, stud," she whispered. "Today is something special..." 

I nodded and stood there patiently while Lynn teased my by strutting around in the corner, lifting her skirt occasionally to flash her ass or her pussy at me. Then I heard jogging feet approach, followed by tip-toe movement. Lynn got all giddy and excited and pulled my surprise into view. 

"Michael, this is Xiong," she said, introducing her cute Thai friend I had espied her with some days before. "I told her about us and she and I kind of want to try things and... well, she wanted to see our little ritual back here." 

Xiong smiled and blushed as I shook her hand. "Very nice to meet you, Xiong." I said easily. 

"Likewise, thank you," she replied somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry, I... don't talk to many big white guys." 

"You'll want to make an exception for this one, darling," Lynn said easily, stroking Xiong's shoulder. "You said you wanted to see what it was we did back here and now you'll see, okay?" 

Lynn looked at me. "Unless, of course, you have anxieties about performing in front of an audience, sport." 

"I think I can manage," I replied. "Wouldn't be the first time I've done naughty things in front of a Thai girl." 

Lynn giggled and pulled her shirt off, opting to keep the skirt on. Xiong's eyes wide wide at the sight of Lynn's huge tits, an unmistakable desire flaring up in them. Lynn then sauntered over and began helping me out of my clothes, since Xiong seemed afraid to watch but now had no choice. She pressed her lovely breasts against me as she stripped my shirt off, followed by my jeans and my boxers and exposing my cock. Xiong went incredibly red as it came into view. 

"Oh, c'mon, Xiong," Lynn teased, taking hold of my member and giving it a little shake. "You act like you've never seen a dick before." 

"I... I don't think I've ever seen a white dick before," the Thai girl stammered. "At least, not in real life, and sure as hell not that big." 

"It's the same as any other dick, except this dick's not attached to a dick, Michael's a nice guy," Lynn replied, grinning. "That and he really knows how to use it." 

"So you... you two come back here out of sight and you... pee together?" asked the willowy Asian girl. 

"It starts out there, of course, but I told you our relationship has blossomed since that first time," Lynn stated. "Pissing together is almost foreplay or afterplay now, you know?" 

"It's so naughty," Xiong said, starting to smirk as she thought of it. "I can't believe you're letting me watch." 

"To be honest it's something of a turn-on for me to have you here watching, Xiong," Lynn admitted. "And I doubt Michael minds either, he's pretty easy-going. And since you and I have talked and expressed an interest in getting to know one another physically, I think this is a good place to start. You can see a little more about the real me, okay?" 

Xiong nodded and bit her lip as Lynn returned her attention to my body, caressing me with her boobs and kissing my cock tenderly. I willed myself not to go hard but I did swell considerably. Xiong's eyes went wide and she blushed furiously, sometimes turning her head away and muttering something under her breath. She seemed to be working up the courage to do something or ask something. 

"Could I..." she started, biting her lip and squeezing her fists. "Could I..." 

Lynn giggled and stood up. "Oh my God, Xiong, I have never known you to be so embarrassed or tongue-tied. You're almost always the first person I know to begin partying and saying whatever's on your mind. Is Michael's dick scaring you that badly?" 

"I want to pee with you two," Xiong blurted out, almost shaking with the effort of talking. "I am so totally turned on by what you're telling me and I want to try it out too. I've never pissed with anyone before and I want to." 

Xiong exhaled and looked apprehensive. Lynn laughed and hugged her friend close, clearly forgetting she had no shirt on, because Xiong's eyes widened and she nearly passed out. 

"Of course, my love," Lynn said easily. "You are more than welcome to join us. But if you're going to, then you've got to just go for it, no hesitating, okay?" 

Xiong nodded as Lynn let go of her and came to stand beside me. We both looked at the Thai girl expectantly. 

"Well, go on," Lynn chimed. "Make a game of it in your head if it helps, or decide this is a new and exciting chapter in your life like I did or just adapt the way Michael did, but if you're going to do this, do it happily and without regret, Xiong." 

The newcomer thought about that for a few seconds, sighed and nodded, finally smiling. She then stripped out of her sports bra, revealing her breasts. They were somewhat large for her tiny frame, making them look extra big and they were beautiful to behold. Xiong's skin was tan and even, her nipples tiny and brown. Like Lynn she had a tiny waist and trim, flat stomach. She shimmied down her jogging pants and the thong beneath, revealing a nice, tight ass and a delicate pussy she kept shaved except for a little racing stripe above. Her legs were shapely and smooth. She stood in front of us, naked except for her jogging shoes and waited for our assessment. 

"Oh, God, I want some of that..." Lynn breathed, her eyes trailing up and down Xiong's body. She stepped over to her friend and stood close, the two of them staring into one another's eyes. Lynn moved just close enough for their nipples to be kissing lightly. They both trembled at the contact and Lynn finally leaned in and pressed her lips to Xiong's. They held the kiss for several seconds before she stepped back, sucking in her breath and taking control of herself. 

"I want to so badly but we don't have the time," she said, steeling her voice. "I promise you, though, there will be, and soon, Xiong. But for now, let's do what we came to do." 

Xiong nodded and joined us, stepping close. Lynn took both our hands and smiled. "Now, how do we want to do this?" 

"Well, what do you two normally do?" Xiong asked. 

"Sometimes if we're short on time we just watch one another but if we're not in a rush then I'll sit on Michael's thighs and pee on his cock and he'll pee on my pussy. Sometimes I'll kneel in front of him and he pees on my tits." 

"Wow, I didn't know you were into watersports, Lynn," Xiong said, smirking. "Never had you pegged for the type." 

"To be honest I'm not, but Michael has me into just about anything these days," Lynn admitted. "We never piss in one another's faces, , but he's pissed on my pussy and my ass and my body before. It feels so naughty and taboo but so right with him." 

"It's getting me all tingly just thinking about it," Xiong breathed. "Can... can you and I pee at the same time and then can Michael pee on us together?" 

Lynn looked at me and I shrugged and nodded. Lynn also nodded and Xiong beamed brightly, clearly over her embarrassment and now eager to be a part of our little ritual. Lynn led her to a spot on by the wall of the shed and I followed. They squatted down holding one another's hand, able to see each other but also making sure I had a good view. I knelt and just watched quietly. 

"You ready, love?" Lynn asked. Xiong nodded, all signs of hesitancy gone. Lynn closed her eyes and began to pee, with Xiong following suit moments later. Their eyes opened and they stared at one another's pussies while they did their thing. I saw their hands clasp firmly and they both smiled. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

While they were peeing themselves, I stood up and positioned myself in front of them, taking hold of my cock. They both smiled up at me and I let go, baptizing their bodies. Xiong drew in her breath as my stream spattered off her skin and Lynn turned sideways and pressed her body to Xiong's, kissing her. Their tongues swirled greedily around one another as their tits pressed, my pee getting them at the same time now. Lynn was still peeing but Xiong seemed to have stopped, at least for now. They moaned into one another's mouths, enthralled by the steamy taboo we had engaged in. 

Xiong fell back onto her ass, panting and rubbing her pussy while she stared at Lynn. My blonde lover kept squatting but massaged her slit while looking down at Xiong. Her free hand grabbed my cock and pumped it vigorously, making me hard. 

Xiong rubbed faster and faster, her tan little pussy glistening with my pee and her arousal. She bit her lip and her hips pushed against her hands until she shivered and came. Lynn came moments later, forgetting to let go of my dick and squeezing it so hard that she nearly snapped it off. Both women wilted after they had cum, spent by their efforts. 

"Oh my shit," Xiong whispered, dipping a finger in to her slit and then kissing and licking it off. Her tan skin shone invitingly, still wet with my piss. "Oh, Lynn, you are... oh fuck..." 

"Lucky is the word you are looking for, I believe." Lynn said happily, still massaging herself gently. 

"Yes, definitely, but you're so fucking hot when you're being naughty." Xiong added, trying to catch her breath. "I've never cum like that, ever." 

"Oh, it'll get better, my love," Lynn promised, smiling. "Especially if you let Michael join our little fling as well. He'll fuck the living hell out of you." 

Xiong's eyes lit up. "I was afraid to ask, since he's your affair, Lynn, but yes, I'd love that." 

"I don't own Michael, but I do owe him, so giving him some tasty Asian pussy is the least I can do," Lynn purred, massaging my cock again and then kissing it. "Mmmmm, Xiong, c'mere and try this..." 

Xiong crawled forward and joined Lynn between my legs, beginning to kiss and slide her tongue along my shaft. The two women shared my cock for several seconds, occasionally stopping to kiss one another around it. My hands reached down and gently held their heads, caressing their hair. Lynn now took me inside her mouth, her lips sliding all the way down to the base of my shaft. Xiong watched in wide-eyed delight as her friend slowly bobbed back and forth, finally relinquishing my weapon and letting her have a go at it. The Thai girl slid me inside her mouth, not able to go as far down as Lynn, but she made a firm seal around my cock and she was warm and wet, a wonderful sensation on my member, which ached for release. 

They took turns molesting my dick, one sucking on it while the other pumped with her hand or massaged their tits. Sometimes they would slide their tongues up and down the length together, driving me wild. My hands flexed and caressed their necks, the warmth inside me building to almost unbearable levels. 

I growled and without warning either of them I took the back of their heads firmly, holding them side by side in place. My cock pulsed and exploded, shooting a great load of white cum into their faces. Lynn gasped and Xiong moaned as I covered them with my goo. Lynn attacked my cock eagerly, her lips enveloping it and sucking hungrily, determined to take in what was left. She then kissed Xiong fiercely, licking her face clean, with the Thai girl doing likewise, they bodies crushed together. 

When we were finished, I knelt down with them and we just caught our breath, waiting for the heart-pounding exhilaration to pass. I put my arms around them and hugged them to me. Lynn purred and hugged me back while Xiong snuggled close, apparently liking how big and protective I felt around her. 

"Thank you, for letting me do this..." she said in tiny voice. "Do you promise I can be a part this sometimes? I promise not to come between you, because it's obvious you really, really like one another." 

Lynn blushed furiously and then smiled, kissing Xiong on each eye. "Of course you can, my love. You're no threat to me. Use Michael whenever he agrees to it, or myself for that matter. I want you so badly." 

The moment finally ended and we stood, retrieving the towels Lynn had brought and cleaning ourselves off. Xiong made sure she was nice dried off, since she still had to jog home and didn't want to smell like piss. Once she was dressed, she kissed Lynn some more and then departed, waving back at us. Lynn watched her leave and then sighed. 

"Gotta get me some of that..." she muttered, turning back to face me. "But as much as she turns me on, I really need some alone time with my Michael..." 

She walked up to me and put her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes as she pressed her body to mine. "Are you really serious about this long weekend trip to Chicago next Thursday? I mean, you work..." 

"I've already been approved for paid time off, darling," I assured her. "I've got a healthy bank account even with all my bills paid on time and I need someone or something to blow it on. I cannot think of anyone more deserving than you." 

She hugged me close, nuzzling her cheek against my chest and sighing. "God, you are so dangerous..." 

She looked up at me again. "Have you got another cum in you yet? That was a titanic load you napalmed my face with. Thanks for the notice, by the way..." 

I chuckled. "I thought I might surprise you, do something a little different, y'know?" 

"Alright, but no pissing on my face, remember that. I'm not into weird shit." Lynn said, smirking. "Smacking the crap out of me and raping me, pissing on my body, that I can do, but no deviant stuff." 

I kissed her nose. "I think you'll love the Chicago itinerary. And yes, I remembered to give you the Friday night after dinner. It's all yours." 

She seemed very pleased and took my cock in her hands, massaging it until I was hard again. She turned around and leaned forward, her hands against the wall of the shed and her ass sticking out. She wiggled her behind at me, her pussy clearly wet. This woman was insatiable. 

"Take 'em home, sport," she whispered seductively. "You know where to park..." 

I nodded and pressed my hips against her ass, sliding my cock between her netherlips and deep inside. She cooed and squirmed back on me, loving the feel of being pinned. We made gentle love behind the shed until I came inside her, warm and wet and sending us both to Heaven. We kissed and fondled and caressed for as long as we could until it was time for her to return to her home. 

"I want to text you until next Thursday but let's not meet up until then, okay?" she said, looking at me coyly. "Well, at least, let's not fuck or make one another cum. We will get together and piss, but no cumming. I want a lot of buildup, okay?" 

"Fair enough," I said. "You have a deal." 

"Oh, and we can kiss, but no fondling or stuff like that, we just want to tease one another until it's unbearable, got it?" 

I nodded. 

"Oh, and no getting yourself off," she added, raising a finger. "I want you so full of cum that my pussy just bursts open with it." 

"You are one weird lady, for someone who's not a deviant," I laughed, pulling her close and kissing her. "Okay, so we cannot fuck and we cannot masturbate at all. We can get together and piss and we can kiss, but only for the purposes of driving ourselves nuts. I can do this for you." 

We kissed some more and she departed, signaling with her hands that she would text me. I waited until she was gone and then closed my eyes and sighed. I looked up at the sky and saw my albino squirrel Thunderhorse sitting in the tree overhead, watching me curiously. 

It made me wonder what he had seen over the past few weeks. Who knew squirrels were voyeurs? 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 07



Chapter 7- Breaking Cultural Barriers 

Quick Notes: I recently canned my proofreader/editor for not doing their job. Handling it myself until I find a new one. I am convinced, based on conversations with other authors, that this story belongs in this particular category. I know it has some Fetish elements to it, but they're not my focus, they were just the springboard. There will be other twists as well, involving other categories. If this bother you, you know where the 'Back' button is. I promise my feelings won't be hurt. 

Enjoy! 

*** 

"Everyone's gone. You all packed?" 

"Indeed I am. My stuff is sitting behind the shed. If you bring it along in your van, you can just pick me up from work." 

"See you soon, my love!" 

The weekend we had been longing for together was finally upon us. Carter was gone to work, her kids were both out of the house and she had made her preparations, as had I. We were heading down in her van, since it had the most room and was technically her vehicle, as opposed to the Lexus. If we needed to stop and get naughty, the van had a lot more options. 

I walked out of my work at around three-thirty and headed around to the other side of the block, where she was to pick me up. Soon after I got there, her van pulled up and I clambered in. Not seeming to care if anyone we knew in this small town saw us, Lynn threw herself against me and kissed me ferociously, with an almost unreal passion. 

"Oh God, we're actually doing it," she now exclaimed, looking into my eyes with what could only be head-over-heels excitement. "We're really doing it! We're going to Chicago for five whole days!" 

I grinned and nodded, noticing her eyes seemed to be on the verge of welling up with tears. Maybe they were just shining with joy, but they looked nearly wet to me. She bit her lip and smiled. "Are... are you as excited as I am?" 

"Every bit, I promise you," I said easily. "It's been nearly a week since I've cum. We've done nothing but tease one another and I am ready to fuck you in half, woman." 

Lynn giggled. "I like the sound of that, my love. I'm looking forward to screaming in pleasure as you tear me apart." 

She moved back into her driver's seat and began driving. She had a sly grin on her face. "So how far do you think we'll make it before we need to stop and fuck?" she asked. 

"Not too far, I hope," I replied, my humorous tone belying my honesty. "I'm just about fit to burst here." 

"Ooh, poor baby..." she said sympathetically, reaching over and massaging my crotch through my jeans. "Well, mommy will take care of that for you, as many times as you like..." 

"That's some naughty roleplay you have planned there," I laughed. "No wonder you and I get along so well, we're both utterly perverted." 

"Yeah, and Carter is sooo boring," Lynn lamented. "I almost dread sex with him these days." 

"And my ex was repressed and scared of things," I added, shaking my head. "Go figure, eh?" 

"Well, a little jaunt is exactly what we both need, then," she replied cheerfully, obviously pleased with our arrangement. Whatever guilt she might have been carrying around about our little affair was completely gone. "I am so worked up that I already soaked my panties and had to take them off." 

"Proof or it didn't happen..." I said challengingly. She smirked and then squirmed and shifted around, hiking up her short skirt. Sure enough, she was wearing nothing underneath and her smooth pussy glistened wetly. I was duly impressed. 

"Ever given a girl roadhead before, sport?" she asked, looking cocky. "Because you just lost your bet." 

I nodded and turned in my seat, laying across the chairs while avoiding the gearshift. I gently rested myself across her thighs, which she parted to give me easier access. Without further ado, I began kissing and teasing her gooey slit. Lynn sighed and trembled, enjoying my attention. She kept one hand on the wheel while the other reached down and stroked my hair. 

My tongue flicked against her pussylips and clit while my fingers probed inside her. She was so aroused and her wetness was trickling down between her cheeks and onto the seat below. 

"Mmmmmm, better lap it up before it stains my seat and I have questions to answer," she chided. I sucked on her pussy willfully in response and she almost lost control of the wheel, swerving suddenly. "Ack! Be careful down there, you bastard, you nearly killed us!" Lynn giggled. 

"I'll try to not make you cum, then, because I really don't want to die," I replied as I snaked my tongue around her dripping lips. "Not my idea of fun." 

"Aw, even with me?" she asked, trying to sound hurt. 

"If I'm gonna die with you, I want us to be in throes of the world's biggest mutual orgasm." 

"You've got a deal, sport. Shake on it?" she declared, tilting her hips forward. 

I slid two fingers deep inside her, causing her to moan and shudder and then held them up to hers lips. She kissed the fingers and then took them inside her mouth, sucking on them joyfully. "Mmmmm, I love it..." she murmured around my digits. 

I brought her close to orgasm at least three times but then backed off, torturing her something fierce. Lynn was sweating and trembling before long, biting her lip. When I sat back up, she had engaged the cruise control and had crossed her legs, bouncing them vigorously. 

"Do we really need to wait until Chicago?" she whined. "There's a rest stop up ahead that doesn't see a lot of use..." 

"If we don't make it to Chicago it's no big deal, we've already waited nearly a week," I offered. "We're on our first real date, it can only get better from here, right?" 

Her face lit up and she sighed in relief. "Thank God, I'm ready to cum just from thinking about it. Let's just tease one another with talk and flashings and stuff until we get there." 

I agreed readily, since I really wanted to be in Lynn and soon. I undid and pulled down my pants, releasing my cock. Lynn sucked in her breath at the sight and shimmied up her skirt, fully exposing her pussy, which was still glistening with desire. She rubbed at her lips, occasionally pulling them back with two fingers to let me see inside her while I stroked myself, allowing my dick to swell and get hard. 

Ohhhh, that's gonna feel so fucking good inside me..." she moaned, teasing her clit while staring at my manhood. "I can hardly wait..." 

"That makes two of us, darling." I replied, stroking my cock for her. She hard a difficult time remembering to watch the road because she was getting so fixated on my show. Eventually she reached over and moved my hand aside with her own to take over and begin stroking. I reciprocated by snaking my hand over to finger her pussy, causing her to moan. 

Pretty sure a trucker or two got a good show as they drove by and one or two actually honked in approval. Lynn just giggled, apparently enjoying her exhibitionism. Another half hour of slowly teasing one another passed until we reached the rest stop she had mentioned. We pulled around to a part that was completely deserted and out of the late afternoon sun. 

Lynn had barely turned the van off before we attacked one another hungrily, removing our clothing as quickly as possible. She clambered into my lap. She gasped and groaned loudly as I squeezed her breasts and sucked on them hard, her hands raking up and down my back. She reached under and grabbed my cock, pumping it hard, pressing it against her sopping pussy. "The back..." she hissed. 

Lynn had laid out blanket and padding in the back of her van, obviously she had collapsed and flattened the passenger seats into the floor. before the trip. We rolled around in a frenzy, kissing and swallowing one another's tongues. Lynn humped and writhed against me like a fiend, her breasts heaving as she panted and hissed like she was in heat. 

"Give me that cock," she hissed. "Give me your cock and you lick my cunt until I can't take it anymore. Don't you dare be gentle!" 

I pushed her on her side and pressed my head between her legs, lashing her gash mercilessly with my tongue and sliding three fingers deep inside her. Lynn went rigid and smashed her hips against my face, desperate for more. I crooked my fingers inside her and massaged her upper wall back and forth. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she squealed, thrashing back and forth. She then braced my hips and took my raging hard cock inside her hot mouth, bobbing up and down eagerly, once again her hand pumping along behind it. 

We sucked and licked one another until we were sweating and trembling profusely. Lynn's body was flush and slick with perspiration. She grunted and panted and squeezed my shaft, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin. I thought for sure I would bust in her mouth but I whirled around and pinned her down. Lynn's eyes were almost wild, flashing with an incredible eagerness. 

"Yes, fuck me!" she hissed. "Pound into me, try to break my fucking spine from drilling me so hard! Fuck me and make me your slut!" 

I felt the lips of her engorged pussy and slammed my hips home, battering her womb with my cockhead. She cried out, pushing her hips up with all her might. She grappled with me and raked my back with her nails, leaving long red marks. I thrust in and out powerfully, her greedy pussy clenching my rod with its slippery walls. 

We kissed and mauled one another savagely while we fucked. Our hips rammed together and she gasped each time. I was certain we'd be black and blue before we were finished. Lynn's teeth clenched and gnashed while she ground her pussy around my cock, making it so tight it was unreal. Her sweat-slicked body was on fire. 

She clasped my head and stared deep into my eyes while we rocked and writhed, desperate to see into me. I stared back but still pounded her pussy relentlessly, her spine bouncing off the floor. I dug my toes into the padding on the floor and pushed harder than ever- Lynn's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Her whole body shook as she tried to hold on but then she cried out in what almost seemed like agony as I slammed my cock home one final time... 

It felt so good to cum. I came so hard, my thick, hot sperm filling her clenching, pulsing tunnel. Lynn's body shook violently and tears welled from her eyes. She crushed me to her, those long, strong legs wrapping around mine as we rocked back and forth. 

"Don't stop, my love..." she sobbed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh God, I needed you so..." 

She wept against my shoulder, biting it as she rode out the orgasm that had nearly torn her apart. "Oh, Michael... my big, strong lover... I feel so safe, my love... it feels so good..." 

I stroked back and forth strongly, not letting up until she was done. I then slowed down the tempo until I was simply inside her, not moving. She smiled up at me and stroked my cheek again, giving my cock a few squeezes with her pussy. 

"Luckily I was ready this time around or you would have broken my spine," she said softly. "Not sure why brutal sex with you is so good, but it is. Mind you, gentle lovemaking is every bit as amazing, it's just nice to have variety." 

I nodded as I slowly withdrew from her. Her slit oozed and bubbled over with our mingled cum, making her squirm and giggle. "God, I'm gonna be sneezing your jizz at this rate. I suppose I could use the bathroom in the rest stop, but since the woods are right next to us, I'm gonna go pop a squat in there and clean up. I brought towels, in case you want to join me..." 

I stuck my head out the door and looked around, making sure no one was nearby. Once I was certain the coast was clear, we hopped out of the van naked and scampered a few paces into the woods, stopping behind a large tree. We laughed and held one another, kissing and enjoying our ribald behaviour. 

I positioned my cock under her pussy as she leaned back against the tree and she smiled and began to pee, bathing me in her juices and our cum. I held her gently and pissed against her pussy, making her sigh and moan lightly, biting her knuckle. Once we were both drained, we toweled ourselves off thoroughly and darted back to the van, closing the door just as a few cars came around the back. Lynn was giggling in the excitement of almost being caught. 

"God, we are so naughty!" she squeaked. "I could live the rest of my life this way!" 

"I don't doubt that about you one bit, darling," I agreed. "Shall I drive for a while? You probably need to rest and regenerate." 

"That might be a good idea." Lynn mused. We switched seats, still naked and then I got into my clothes while Lynn simply wrapped herself in a blanket she had brought along. I turned on the ignition and was about to get started when Lynn put a hand over mine, staying me. 

"Hang on, sport, I got this..." she said, smiling at me. Without another word, she got out of her blanket and began twisting around so that she was positioned over the gearshift. With a hiss and biting her lip, she sank down onto it, shuddering as she did so. 

"Oh, shit..." she rasped. "It's even better when the engine's running..." 

She leaned forward to support herself on her hands and began squirming her hips. Groaning and straining with the effort, she managed to shift the van into Reverse, then looked at me and nodded. I laughed as I backed up the vehicle and turned it around to face the road back around the rest stop and out to the highway. Lynn took a deep breath and began squirming and pressing backwards with her hips. She juddered and gasped loudly as the gears went into Drive. She collapsed against the dashboard, panting like an animal. 

"Holy fuck..." she wheezed. "Shouldn't that get easier?" 

"It's the second time you've done it, you twinkie," I laughed. "God knows how long it takes to get proficient at shifting gears with your pussy." 

"I brought my novelty ones along for the ride," she murmured, her face stuffed into the cushion of her seat. "They're not quite as wide as that one, I think, maybe it'll be easier..." 

I waited and watched intently while she eased herself off the gearshift, pulling slowly. It was rather fascinating to watch her pussy entrance stretch around the bulbous head, her inner lips pulling down the hard plastic wetly. Lynn groaned long and loud, sounding like she was passing a bowling ball. With a final 'pop!' she fell of it and tumbled to the floor, looking utterly dazed. 

I shook my head and helped her into her seat, wrapping her back in her blanket. She smiled sheepishly and kissed my nose before I returned to the driver's seat. I habitually reached down for the gearshift and paused as my hand clasped the sticky head, grimacing at the unexpected sensation. Lynn began giggling uncontrollably at the sight. 

With a sigh I wiped my hand on her blanket and began driving. Chicago was some hours away... 

*** 

While Lynn had been to Chicago plenty of times, she had never been to the part of the city I was taking her to, apparently. She was fascinated as I pulled into the narrow neighbourhood streets, which consisted almost exclusively of long rows of buildings never more than six stories, narrow alleys, countless shops and restaurants and vibrant colours, usually red and gold. 

"I've never been to a Chinatown before, not a real one." she whispered, looking out her window. "Are we staying here overnight?" 

"That's the plan," I replied easily. "We'll be staying at a hotel I've used when I come to Chicago for Chinese New Year, but only for tonight. I've got us set up at a posh hotel downtown starting tomorrow and for the rest of our stay." 

"This'll be great," she murmured, seemingly to herself as she stared out the window. "So these people are going to be actually Chinese, not Hmong or Laotian like back home?" 

"Oh, there'll a sprinkling of other Asians living here in Chinatown, like Thai, Japanese and Vietnamese, but the vast majority of the people will be ethnic Chinese. They're mostly from southern China, like Hong Kong and Guangdong in general, so they speak Cantonese." 

"Ooh, so we're staying in a Chinese hotel and we'll eat here tonight as well?" Lynn asked, sounding excited. 

"Yes, but don't grow crazy imagining the hotel, it might not be what you think. Most people think of big lights and Tokyo, but Chinatown's not like that. Fun, yes, but not glitzy like that." 

"Whatever it is, if I'm with you, Michael, it'll be great." Lynn said with certainty. She seemed to have recovered from battering herself senseless on my cock and the gearshift, because she had moved her blanket around to expose her pussy and was stroking it absently, the pliable lips getting shiny with her arousal. The woman was a succubus. 

"So we'll eat first and then check into the hotel," I told her. "I'm hungry." 

"Oh, you're always hungry," she replied, smirking at me. "You never stop eating." 

"It takes a lot of fuel to match your sex drive, lady," I replied, squeezing her hand. "I should invest in Red Bull stock." 

"You are so full of shit," she giggled. "You're every bit as horny and love to fuck as much as I do, you also are just a bottomless pit to boot. My poor little cunt has the war wounds to prove it, may I remind you..." 

She had me there, for sure. I had bruised her pussy and made her bleed slightly on at least one occasion. I loved fucking Lynn. I never wanted to stop. 

I found a parking space not far from our hotel but also close to the restaurant I intended to take her to. I turned off the vehicle and helped her into the back where we began to get changed. 

"Ever had real Chinese food?" I asked as I got into my khaki slacks and put on a white undershirt. 

"Well, we eat Chinese back home, but from your question and what I've seen, the stuff we have in our backward town not exactly authentic," she mused. "You're not gonna make me eat boiled frog or anything, are you?" 

I laughed. "No, darling, tonight is dim-sum night." 

"Ooh, I've aways wanted to try that," she exclaimed happily. "I keep seeing it on cooking shows, it's where they serve all the little dumplings and things in the bamboo steamer baskets, right?" 

I nodded as I pulled out my Sun Yat-Sen jacket from my suitcase. I had brought along two of them, both imported from China. This one was red and had white and gold dragons embroidered into the fabric. Lynn stared at my jacket while I put it on and buttoned up the frogs. 

"That is gorgeous..." she breathed. She reached forward and helped me clasp the frog at the neck and put her hands on my chest, feeling the material. "I love it." 

"I was thinking we'd try and find you an outfit tomorrow," I suggested. Lynn's eyes lit up at the prospect." 

"You mean like one of those slinky Chinese girl dresses you see in movies?" she asked excitedly. 

"It's called a cheongsam and yes, I meant one of those." I replied, nodding. "We might have to wait and pick it up on Tuesday morning, though." 

Her face fell. "Why?" 

"Because you're easily five-foot-ten and have big tits, silly," was my response. "No shop in Chinatown is going to have a quality cheongsam ready in your particular dimensions tonight, I guarantee it." 

"Oh." Lynn conceded, accepting that logic. 

"Besides, I know the place I want to use for it and they do quality work, so it'll be worth the wait, I promise." 

"I guess I was just hoping to match you for our trip when you told me about it," she sighed. "A little unrealistic of me." 

I shrugged. "So we'll just comeback to Chinatown another time and you can wear it then. What's stopping us?" 

Lynn laughed and hugged me. "Nothing at all, my dearest," she cooed, rocking me gently. "Let's go get you fed..." 

*** 

The dim-sum restaurant I took her to was one of the best in Chicago and the Midwest, without question. It was on the second floor of a building on the main street of Chinatown, near the entrance to the neighbourhood, the road of which was spanned by a lovely and ornate red Chinese gate. Lynn stopped and we took many pictures before we headed inside the restaurant. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 07



At least one of the hostesses remembered me from New Years that previous January and seemed delighted to see me. Lynn's eyes widened in shock as I babbled on in Cantonese to the girl and a few other staff members. They seated us quickly at a nice table in a corner, flanked by a small carved fountain and an exotic fern. Chinese ballads played over the sound system, helping to drown out the cacophony of the packed dining room. There were some white faces, but the majority were Chinese. 

"You speak Chinese?" Lynn asked after she had been seated and we were alone. 

I shrugged. "I speak Cantonese, Mandarin and some Wu, which is the dialect from around Shanghai. I'm really good with languages." 

"So how do you say 'Lynn wants to fuck Michael until they die in one another's arms' in Chinese?" she asked. 

I thought about that for a moment and replied. "Xióngdàilín xiǎng tā mā de màikè'ěr, zhídào tāmen zài bǐcǐ de huái li sǐqù. Although technically, that's in Mandarin." 

Lynn giggled in delight, trying to mimic what I had said but failing miserably. I taught her how to say 'thank you' just in time for the tea to arrive, which she actually said with surprising eloquence. We then discussed what the different items on the menu were and Lynn agreed to try everything I ordered, since she had no clue what any of it was. 

We tried various dumplings and rolls, some sweets and soups and I bought us a bottle of Chinese plum wine, which I intended to take back to the hotel. I bought a little wine glass set as we paid, along with a tiny wine jar heater. We then walked through the cool night for a few blocks, letting Lynn look in the shop windows. The sun was nearly set and the sky was dark gray. Most of the shops were closed, but we found one or two that were open, including a bakery. We bought cream buns and mochi cakes and then headed to the hotel. 

Lynn seemed perplexed as we stepped down into the lobby, which was concrete and painted in an old, faded mint green. I checked us in and got two keys, having been told that our room was on the fourth floor. I picked up our luggage and began making my way up the narrow stairs, followed by Lynn, who tugged at my sleeve. 

"What about the elevator?" she asked. "Wouldn't that be easier?" 

"It doesn't work," I replied simply. "It never has." 

"How the hell many times have you been to this place?" she muttered. "And the stairwell smells like piss. What is it with us and stairwells that smell like piss?" 

"Don't worry, we can add our own contributions later," I said cheerfully, causing her to blush and giggle. 

We reached the fourth floor and went into the narrow corridor. Lynn followed close, listening to the sounds of a very loud argument in Cantonese emanating from one of the rooms. 

"Wow, you weren't kidding about it not being what I expect..." she murmured. 

"Don't worry, you'll love it, I promise." I said as I found our door, put the key in and unlocked it. The room I had booked wasn't large, but it was enough. Lynn wandered through it as I put our luggage on the bed and then drew back the curtains of the large window. 

"The hell" she exclaimed. "Are there supposed to be bars outside our window?" 

"It'll keep people from getting in from the roof," I answered, unconcerned. "Don't worry, it's safe." 

"There's nothing really... Chinese-y about this place." Lynn mused. "At least not to me. And it doesn't feel safe." 

"And that, Lynn, was the whole idea of tonight's stay here," I declared, grinning at her. "Tomorrow we'll be in some big, safe old hotel downtown, surrounded by rich white people. Tonight, we're staying in the heart of Chinatown in a dingy little hotel where couples are arguing in Cantonese and probably slapping one another around and if we're lucky we'll hear a gunfight nearby." 

Lynn thought about that for several seconds and then laughed in utter delight. "It's perfect!" she sighed, throwing herself against me and onto the bed. We kissed hungrily, pulling one another's clothes off. Our panting and moaning was punctuated by the sounds of the protracted argument that was happening down the hall. 

*** 

We had held off on fucking long enough to unpack and get ourselves settled in. Lynn was now sitting on the bed, wearing only panties and a tank top while munching on one of the cream buns we had purchased from the bakery. I had hooked up the heater and was warming our wine. She watched with interest as I steeped the elegant little jar in its water bath on the element. 

"So you drink it hot, like sake?" she asked. 

"Correct," I replied, testing the temperature of the water with my finger. "This stuff has a nice, tart flavour to it, I think you'll enjoy it." 

"Why's that, because I'm a tart too?" she giggled. 

She paused and listened to the ongoing argument from down the hall. "The fuck are they arguing about, anyway? Are we sure that's not just a loud TV show on a loop?" 

I chuckled. "No, it's real, and they're arguing about which one of them cheated on the other first." 

"Oh," she said in a somewhat subdued tone. "Sounds like an argument Carter and I should be having." 

"Nah, the guy cheated first," I replied. "With her brother." 

Lynn stopped chewing for a moment. "Really? There are gay Chinese people? But... there are so many of them..." 

I stopped what I was doing and laughed. "Yeah, they could probably use a few more homos," I said cheerfully. "Be that as it may, he fucked her brother, but had started that before he was dating her. He said he would stop seeing her brother once they started, but he didn't, going behind her back. She got angry when she found out and began fucking around, including with his best friend and the best friend's dad, who now wants everyone else to stop fucking her so he can marry her." 

"That's... fucked up," Lynn observed. "Will you keep me up to speed? I really want to know how this turns out." 

I nodded as I brought over a small tray, on which was sitting the wine jar and two little cups. I set it on the bed between us and poured the hot, purplish beverage into the shallow containers. 

"Mmmm, it smells good," Lynn commented, watching intently. "Is it strong-tasting?" 

"Not like a whiskey, no, just tart. You'll like it, go ahead and try." 

Lynn picked up her little cup and I did the same. We clinked them together and then downed the contents. Lynn swallowed and then smiled. "More, please..." 

We finished the first jar quickly and the heated up some more. Within a half hour we had emptied the bottle and Lynn was sitting on the bed, giggling, now just wearing panties since she had somehow misplaced her tank top. 

"I really do have great boobs, don't I?" she asked, looking down at her whoppers and fondling them. 

"The best I've seen in a damned long time." I affirmed, reaching over to give one of her nipples a pinch. She squeaked and swatted my hand, giggling. We paused and listened as the argument down the hall got even more heated and then the sound of a slap was heard. This was followed by shouting and stuff breaking, followed by more slapping. 

"Should this be turning me on?" Lynn asked, making a quizzical face. "Because it kinda really is. Who's hitting who over there?" 

"Probably a mutual thing," I said, unconcerned. "She sounds pretty tough and she called him a scrawny runt, so it's probably an even match." 

"Are they gonna end up fucking?" 

"If they don't get arrested first, I imagine." 

"God, I kinda wish we could watch them, see who ends up raping who." Lynn said quietly. 

"I guess we'll just have to emulate them, then..." I declared, reaching for her. Lynn squeaked and scrambled away, falling off the bed. I made to grab her but she was already scampering and I caught her by the ankle and tried to pull her back to me, but she resisted, her eyes flashing with delight at our impromptu roleplay. 

She struck at me and I caught her wrist, trying to turn her around. She squealed and thrashed hard, breaking away and sprinting behind the chair in the corner. I got off the bed and strode toward her, making sure she couldn't get by. She attempted to anyway and I caught her by her middle as she streaked by. She elbowed me in the ribs and tried to bolt again but I held on. Her heel bashed backward into my shin and them stomped on my instep. I grunted and let go and she whirled around and tried to tackle me to the floor. 

Lynn was strong and fast, incredibly fit and she was clearly a tigress when she wanted to be. I was borne backwards to the floor and she tried to pin my by straddling my neck but I threw her off. I was on her instantly and she hissed and struggled to escape, but to no avail. I pinned her by the neck against the bed and took hold of her lace panties, giving them a savage yank and tearing them off her. 

"Aiiieek!" she squealed, thrashing in outrage. "Those were some of my favourite panties, you motherfucker!" 

"Mine too," I growled as I took the torn underthings and rubbed them against her pussy and then in her face. She snarled and writhed, trying to get away but I quickly transferred my grip to her hair, wrapping it around my fist and pulling tight. She keened as her neck craned back. 

Her hands scrabbled at the bed and she managed to grab the thin metal serving tray we had used for the plum wine, clearly intending to reach back and hit me with it. It flashed back toward me but I was ready and it glanced off my forehead with a loud clang! Thank God for my thick skull. 

Lynn tried to hit me again but I bashed the tray from her grip and pinned her arm behind her back. She squirmed and thrashed and strained until I was sure she would pop her arms from their shoulder joints. Her blue eyes flashed defiantly at me, her mouth curled in a sneer. 

I pushed my hips in and ground my cock against her pussy, which was already wet from our wrestling and forceful sex-play. Seconds later I pushed it in and Lynn hissed as I pulled tighter on her long blonde hair. My shaft slid in and out of her slippery tunnel and she squirmed and clenched around it, grinding her ass back against me. 

"You'd better fucking keep it up and rape me or I'm gonna rape you!" she snarled. "That all you got?!" 

"Not even close," I growled, rising to her challenge. Without warning, I pulled my cock all the way out of her and then pressed it against her little knot right above her glistening lips. Before she knew what I was doing, I pushed my throbbing member deep inside her behind, forcing her face down into the mattress. 

"Aughhhhhh!" Lynn screamed in shock as she went rigid. She could barely thrash or even move, so unexpected was the new violation. She screeched again into the bed as I pushed even harder, going all the way up to the hilt and still pressing. I held still for a moment, seeing what she would do, but she all she did was tremble. I almost pulled out and wanted to see if she was okay, but then I took a chance and continued on with my assault, hoping she could take it. She had proven resilient thus far, hadn't she? 

I began stroking back and forth, long, strong and slow movements that took my cock almost all the way out of her ass and then pushing back in as deep as I could go. Lynn's body shook almost uncontrollably and didn't seem to know what else to to. Apparently this was completely new to her and had sent her into sensory overload. 

"Gnnnnn, my ass!" she wailed into the mattress. "My fucking ass! Oh God, you're tearing me apart! Ahhhhhhh!" 

I continued pounding her ass, still gripping her hair but using my free hand to smack her cheeks until they were almost cherry red. Lynn shuddered and squealed and sobbed but made no demur and did not beg me to stop. To my amazement, her ass was at least as tight as her pussy, not because I had expected otherwise, but I have fucked more than a few girls in the ass before and this woman was the tightest yet. 

Gasping and groaning, either in pain or pleasure, Lynn had surrendered and let me do as I willed- she lay against the bed like a dead thing, her entire body moving in time with my thrusts. I could feel her beginning to try and flex her ass muscles around me and I smiled. She was such a demon... 

I continued sliding in and out, but not so forcefully for a moment. Remembering how flexible she was, I took her right leg and pulled it out to the side and then up, stretching it. Lynn let out a long, low cry as I slowly pivoted the leg, forcing her to turn over with my cock still in her ass. She panted and hissed like she was giving birth, her eyes squeezed shut as I pulled her around. 

Finally she was facing me, squatting while leaning back against the bed, her arms splayed out against the edge of the mattress for support. Her legs were spread wide enough for me to be kneeling between them and her ass propped on my thighs. Her face was red with effort and streaked with tears, her eyes bleary but also seeming to shine when they looked at me. Her chest shuddered as she tried to breathe, her lovely breasts jiggling and glistening with the tears that fell from her cheeks. 

I said nothing but continued to pump, my cock sliding up inside her ass and then back out slowly. Lynn just stared at me, seemingly beyond any verbal response. She tried to catch her breath as I fucked her and she continued to try and squeeze me with her ass. It felt so good, I found myself desperately hoping it was one tenth as pleasurable for her as it was for me. 

We just looked at one another for some time while I moved in and out of her. Our eyes were locked and her beautiful blue orbs became the limitless universe I dwelt in. They were so deep and carried so much feeling in them. 

I sensed her breathing getting stronger and her muscles tightening, which in turn caused that lovely tingle in my balls that began to spread throughout my body. I pumped harder and harder as we approached, Lynn letting her head fall back and her teeth clench as she pressed down on my cock... 

I snarled and thrust hard as I came deep inside her ass and Lynn screeched through clenched teeth, her body writhing on mine. My sperm pumped and spurted and my breath caught in my throat. I came and came and came as her ass squeezed around me. 

Her head snapped back up, her eyes flashing fiercely as they caught mine and I wasn't ready when I saw the flash of flat, tray-sized silver in her hand as it sped toward my head... 

CLANG!! 

I swayed for a moment and fell onto my side, taking Lynn with me, as she was still impaled on my cock. I landed with a thud, Lynn doing likewise and she yelped as she hit the floor. The tray scattered away from her hand and she lay there trembling, her eyes wide with shock. I merely stared at her from my vantage point on the floor, trying to uncross my eyes. I didn't really feel the need to say anything, experiencing a sensory overload of my own. 

Some time must have passed before I felt her hand on my cheek, stroking it. 

"Poor baby," she said softly and with concern. "Did I hurt you?" 

"I... no..." I replied dazedly. "But I think you won that round." 

She smiled. "You fucked my ass so hard I thought I'd die, my love. That was so unexpected. I haven't had someone in my ass since college. It was... it was wonderful." 

We were silent for some time, needing to say nothing. The only sound was the ongoing struggle and arguing between the other couple up the hallway. 

"Wow, do you ever think we'll be that good?" Lynn wondered. "They're still at it." 

I just smiled and shook my head, pulling her close to me and hugging her. "I think our rape roleplays are enough, beautiful." 

Lynn sighed and nodded. "I guess my rape fetish isn't so minor," she murmured, stroking my face again. "At least we know we'll never run out of ways to keep our lovemaking interesting." 

"I'm glad you liked it," I said softly. "I took a chance with your ass, but I had a feeling you'd like it." 

"Yes, I really did, at the very least because it was you," she whispered, moving a strand of my hair out of my face. "We'll need to do that a lot more often." 

Lynn then slowly twisted her upper body around and looked down at our conjoined waists. "Ugh, I have no idea what's going to happen when you pull out of me," she muttered. "I'm so tight that you may have trouble getting out and all and when you do, I might just crap myself." 

"Well, we can't have that." I said wearily. I slowly, very slowly rolled on top of her my cock sinking deep into her ass again. She gasped and hugged me close, kissing my shoulders and neck. I knelt and put one arm under her back, gently scooping her up and then rising to sit on my haunches. Lynn wrapped her legs around my waist and stared into my eyes, touching my lips. With my lover firmly in hand, I now rose slowly to my feet, Lynn still sitting on my member. We kissed lovingly as I walked us to the small bathroom and maneuvered myself toward the toilet in the corner. 

"How are we going to work this?" she asked, trying to figure out the logistics. 

"I'm going to sparingly sit on the seat and you'll have your back to the tank," I explained. "Then you can just sort of pull yourself off me and what happens, happens, at least it's contained to this area." 

Lynn nodded and waited for me to sit, facing in to the commode. I hugged her close and kissed her, stroking her back. Lynn wrapped her arms around me and whispered something inaudible before slowly beginning to rise. She sucked in her breath and popped off me, shuddering and letting out a gasp. 

Praise be, she didn't crap on us both. My cum oozed out of her distended knot but that was all that happened. She settled back down and breathed slowly, calming herself. After a few seconds she took my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly, her eyes shining. 

"Thank you for taking such good care of me, my love," she cooed. "And I'm sorry about your head. Does it hurt?" 

"No," I replied honestly. "You caught me off-guard, but no pain. As long as you're sure I didn't hurt you." 

"Well of course it hurt, dopey," she giggled, poking my nose. "You just about turned my ass inside out. But it was amazing after I adjusted, I haven't felt that in so long. Do you promise to rape me like that again?" 

"Lynn, I'd say it's fairly obvious I can't say no to you about anything," I answered, smiling. "Of course I will." 

"Mmmmm, good," she said, sighing in satisfaction. "I've gotta pee." 

"Well, for once in our lifetimes we're on a toilet, so let's make use of it before the chance disappears forever..." 

Lynn giggled and nodded, pressing her forehead to mine and looking down at our middles. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her in closer so her pussy was over my cock. She began peeing, showering me with her warmth. I waited until she was done and then did likewise, her netherlips glistening with my juice. We kissed deeply as we peed, our hands wandering over one another's forms, just satisfied to be together. 

"Hmmmmm, we'd better shower." I said finally. 

She looked over at the tiny cubicle provided and made a face. "Will we both even fit in there?" 

"That's why God invented soap, babe." I replied cheerfully. I rose and put her down, letting her lean against me as she got her balance back. She moved gingerly at first. 

"Shit," she muttered. "Hope I'm not walking funny tomorrow or everyone's gonna know I'm your anal slut." 

"I'd be proud of everyone knowing that," I said grandly, smirking at her. She giggled and thumped me on the chest with her fist. "You get in first and find a temperature you like and then I'll join you." 

"I dunno," Lynn said, looking at the stall again. "You should probably go first and then I can squirm in, because I don't think-" 

"Soap." I said firmly, interrupting her. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 07



"Oh, I see," she said slyly, smirking at me now. "You just want to watch me get all lathered up and then come in and violate me." 

"Guilty as charged." I admitted. 

"Well why didn't you just say so?" she asked in a chipper voice. She turned on the water and got it hot. She then stepped in and let it cascade over her lovely body. My cock was already stirring at the sight of her. She ran her hands through her hair and over her smooth skin before taking the small squeeze-bottle of soap provided and trickling it onto herself while looking at me. 

I sat on the toilet seat and watched intently as she lathered the cleanser onto her body, which glistened in the yellowish-white light of the bathroom. She rubbed it into her neck and her breasts, over her flat belly and into her hips and pussy. She turned turned away from me and massaged her ass cheeks in long, slow circles, parting them and teasing me with tempting glimpses of her puckered little rose and her lovely lips. 

I rose and stepped into the cubicle after she had applied more soap to her body. She pressed herself to me and began grinding around sensually, making me every bit as slippery as herself. She knelt and massaged my cock with her hands, washing it before enveloping it in her tits, rubbing and giving the head kisses and sucking on it as it appeared. My hand caressed her wet hair and face gently. 

I was hard again and Lynn smiled and stood, looking up into my eyes expectantly. 

"Try to keep it in my pussy this time, okay, slugger?" she whispered. 

I nodded and pressed her back against the wall, taking one of her legs and lifting it to expose her wet slit. I pressed my cock against her and gently slid in. Lynn took hold of my ass cheeks and pulled me closer, helping me get all the way inside her. I reached under and took her by the behind and lifted her, keeping her pressed to the wall. We kissed as the water beat down on us, my cock sliding in and out of her, delighting us both. 

We made gentle love in the shower until we both climaxed, my cum filling her pussy and oozing out around my shaft. The water was cooling down by the time we stepped out, still kissing and lost in one another. We dried each other off and stepped back into the dim main room, where I cleared off the bed and got ready for us to sleep in. 

"You hear that?" Lynn said, pausing to listen to something. "The fighting. It stopped. Wonder what happened?" 

She then did something I didn't expect and went to our door. She opened it and looked around, then strode out into the hallway, completely naked. She went straight toward the door at the far end that the fighting couple had been closed behind, pressed her ear to it and listened for several moments. She finally shrugged and made her way back, pausing just outside our door to stare at something. My gaze followed her to the room next to ours- the door was ajar and a young Chinese girl, maybe around nine or ten, was poking her head out and staring at Lynn with a wry face. 

Lynn, being Lynn, wasn't about to get sassed by a kid, even if she was doing something as strange as standing naked in a Chinese hotel hallway. She leaned into one hip, crossed her arms and frowned. "Problem?" she asked archly. 

The girl rolled her eyes and shut the door on the crazy white woman. 

Giggling, Lynn scampered back inside our room and collapsed on the bed. "Ohhhh, I am so going to jail or Hell for that, aren't I?" 

"Don't worry, no one would believe it anyway." I said dismissively, joining her on the mattress. Lynn looked at the clock and pouted. 

"Poo, do we have to go to bed already?" she whined. 

"No, not at all. Shall we see what's on TV?" I asked, pulling her under the covers and snuggling her to me as I took the remote and turned on the television. 

We flipped through channels, not really seeing anything that sang to us until we reached some pay-per-view features. Lynn's eyes widened as the titles came into view. 

"Oh my God..." she breathed. "Anal sluts 141? Chinese Chain Whores? Are these for real?" 

"Welcome to the dark side," I said in a deep voice. "Pick any two and I'll put them on the bill." 

She picked a Western porno that mainly featured men fucking women's asses first and followed that up with a Chinese movie about two schoolgirls who fucked boys but were in love. Lynn was quickly wet and squirmed her way into my lap and onto my cock, her gooey pussy massaging it gently as we watched both movies. Neither of us came until the very end of the second movie, just to finish off, since it was the closeness we were craving and the intimacy rather than sex. 

I turned off the television and she turned around and snuggled on top of me, my cock still inside her. She kissed me all over my face and hugged me close, nuzzling my shoulder. 

"Tonight's our first night together..." she whispered. "The first of so very many, I hope. There's not a single thing I don't want to do with you." 

I kissed her head gently and held her tight. Before long she had drifted off to sleep, with my cock buried in her. Rather than move her I just settled myself into a comfortable half-sitting, half-laying position and closed my eyes. Sleeping with Lynn against me would prove remarkably satisfying. 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 08



I woke to a pleasant, wet feeling between my legs and a sound I can only describe as purring. I smiled and reached down, caressing Lynn's hair as she lay between my legs, sucking on my cock slowly and gently. She smiled up at me, twirling her tongue around the tip of the head. 

"Rise and shine, my sexy man," she cooed. "We've got a full day ahead of us..." 

As if it somehow emphasized her point, she now turned herself around, facing away from me and kneeling over my hips. She took hold of my shaft and guided it inside her waiting pussy, which took it all in greedily as she sank down slowly, moaning in pleasure. 

I watched as she rocked back and forth on my cock, the now glistening rod sliding in and out of her, an intoxicating sight. I massaged her ass cheeks while she squirmed on me, teasing her little knot but not putting any fingers inside in case she was still tender from the night before. She shivered and giggled at my playfulness, squeezing her pussy around me. 

Neither of us lasted long and we shuddered and came together, with Lynn finally laying back on me, my cock still inside her while she stared at the ceiling, sighing contentedly. My hands reached up and cupped her breasts gently, caressing them. 

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Could there be a more perfect way to wake up?" 

"Until I figure out how to clone you, no." I said, giving her boobs a squeeze and making her giggle. "So what got you up so early?" 

"That magnificent cock, of course," she said simply. "I don't feel complete unless I have it in me somewhere." 

I smiled and tilted my hips a little, pushing myself a little father inside her. Lynn trembled and nodded. "Yes, my love, that's exactly what I needed. All day, every day, I am addicted." 

Lynn tried to move but then gasped as my cock accidentally sprung out of her, moving like a whip and then we heard a spattering sound as some of my cum hit the opposite wall. Lynn began giggling uncontrollably, to the point where tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

"I can't wait to try and explain that to the management," I muttered, slowly rising. 

"Oh, pish," she said playfully, kneeling on the bed and looking at me. "We were lucky they didn't give us a room with a dead Chinese hooker in the mattress." 

"That probably would have turned you on." I said, smirking as I rose from the bed. Lynn crawled over and took hold of my cock, sucking it dry and making sure not another drop of my cum was wasted. I stretched and walked over to the window, pulling back the drapes. Through the iron bars I saw the broad, dark bricks of the neighbouring building, not six feet away. 

"Helluva view," Lynn commented, still kneeling on the bed. "But you were right, this was amazing fun. I've never stayed anywhere like this in my life. It felt so... dangerous somehow, even though I knew I was safe with you." 

"Well, we can always stay here again if the mood takes us," I pointed out. "Whaddya say, a quick shower and then breakfast before we get underway with our itinerary?" 

"We'd better shower separately or it won't be quick," Lynn admitted. "I'm not feeling terribly in control this morning and I do really want to get underway..." 

I nodded agreeably and showered, with Lynn sitting naked on the toilet and watching me. I then watched as she washed up and we dried and got dressed, somehow managing to keep our hands off one another. I packed up our luggage and began hauling it out the door. Lynn tarried a few moments to take more pictures, something she loved to do so that she would never forget anything. 

I was taking our luggage down the narrow flight of stairs when Lynn stopped me suddenly. 

"I almost forgot..." she said in a hushed tone. She stood on the landing of the third floor, looked around for a moment and then hiked up her skirt, revealing she was pantiless. She squatted and peed hurriedly, making me shake my head and chuckle while she filmed it on her camera and kept up a quiet commentary. 

We checked out a few minutes later, the girl behind the counter trying to stare at Lynn's amazing body without being obvious. The girl knew I spoke Cantonese and looked at me with interest. 

"Sorry about the noise down the hallway from you," she said apologetically in her own tongue. "Those people won't be back, I promise." 

"Pity, they provided an interesting ambiance for our evening." I said cheerfully. 

"And also I was informed by another room that there was a white woman walking naked around the hallways," she added. "Would you know anything about that?" 

"If you have other white women in the building you might want to ask them," I replied, shrugging. "I can account for my white woman and her happenings." 

It wasn't a lie, just more of a non-answer. The girl seemed to accept this and nodded. "I hope you have a great day." 

We exited the hotel and headed back to the parking lot where her van awaited. We packed away our luggage and then set out to find breakfast in Chinatown. It was only just nine in the morning and there was some time before the shops opened. Lynn seemed to like cream buns, so I took her to a bakery where we sat and had buns and tea for breakfast. Lynn kept rubbing her foot up and down my leg while smirking mischievously, garnering stares from the other patrons. Lynn clearly didn't mind. 

We went back out into the neighbourhood, which was now bustling with bodies. People steered clear of us and we had a relatively easy time navigating the street. The first place I took her to was the tailor shop I intended to have make her cheongsam. We were greeted by a matronly Chinese woman with a stern gaze, her hair threaded with gray and wearing a Western-style pantsuit. I explained to her in Cantonese what we wanted and she assessed Lynn's body analytically, her gaze trailing up and down. 

"That is a tall order," she said in accented English. "She is not exactly built the way a traditional girl is." 

"But can you do it and make it look great?" I asked. "So Seng Tailors downtown already quoted me that they can do it by Tuesday." 

Her eyes flashed and met mine at the mention of a shop that was apparently a rival to her. "We most certainly can," she declared haughtily. "If you have the money." 

I nodded. "I believe your standard rate is five hundred for a custom fitting?" 

She stepped up to Lynn and walked around her, taking note of her shape. She wrinkled her nose and finally nodded. 

"The figure is right but she has big teats," the Chinese woman said, causing Lynn to blink and then blush. It will be six hundred due to the extra material and workmanship." 

"Deal. Let's get her measured." I said. 

"Very well, but you will have to wait outside," said the proprietor. "It would be unseemly for a man to be in the room with us." 

"No, I want him to stay," Lynn interjected suddenly. "I would feel best if he did." 

"It is not proper," scoffed the Chinese woman. "I cannot allow it." 

"He is my husband and I want him to stay." Lynn said tightly. "The So Seng tailors were going to let him, so it's up to you." 

The Chinese woman's eyes hardened at Lynn's defiance but then she relented. "Very well," she muttered. "But you must not use a public room, you will go to the back where respectable patrons cannot see you." 

Lynn nodded, pleased with her victory. The woman marched off, calling for seamstresses. I came up to Lynn and hugged her. 

"Quick thinking there with the So Seng bit," I said admiringly. "This should be fun..." 

We were led through the store and into a back room, which was dry but perhaps a little drafty. Two young seamstresses were busying themselves with their pins and measuring tapes while I sat back and watched. 

"Take your clothes off, please.." one of the girls said in flawless English. Lynn nodded and stripped down until she was naked. The two girls stared at her body for several seconds, as if trying to figure out what it was. 

"You... have no underwear on?" the other girl said. "Please take clothes off, but okay to keep underwear." 

Lynn nodded and asked me to throw me the panties out of her purse. I cheerfully did so and she caught the skimpy black offering in one hand, slipping it on quickly. The two girls recovered and began measuring her. Lynn pursed her lips as she measured her inseam and thigh and bit them when the two girls got rather hands-on in measuring her expansive breasts. 

"Be careful, you're turning her on..." I said in Cantonese to the seamstresses and they nodded. 

"What did you say to them?" Lynn asked, shooting me a suspicious look. 

"I just said that they needed to be careful not to poke you with the needles." I lied. 

"Oh, okay," Lynn replied. "I thought you were telling them to not be so gropey because it was making me wet." 

I pinched my eyes. 

I thought maybe one of the girls was enjoying feeling up Lynn a little more than she should have and they took extra time to make sure they got their measurements right. When it was finally done, they helped her dress and escorted us back to the front. We looked at fabrics for the dress and Lynn chose a shiny, deep red embroidered with gold. The proprietor suggested some nylons and heels to go with the outfit and gave Lynn a small brochure about hairstyles that would compliment the cheongsam. I paid for the whole thing in advance, since I was giving them something of an undertaking. We then exited the store and decided to do some shopping before we left Chinatown. 

Very quickly, Lynn found an adult-themed shop. She squeaked in delight and dragged me inside, where a pretty young Chinese girl was waiting at the counter. She greeted us politely but seemed amused by our presence. Lynn flitted around from novelty to novelty, pointed out the myriad erotic paintings and tapestries to me. She found an ornate wooden box that had a painting on the inside of two women having sex with a man. She then gathered up several small exotic sex-toys that she declared she would keep in said box. 

She also found a lingerie and sexy costumes room. 

"Um, Michael my love..." she began, smiling sweetly at me. "Would you be so kind as to take yourself elsewhere for maybe half an hour? I want to see what I can find and surprise you with." 

I nodded and kissed her and then exited the shop. I spotted an old Chinese book store and perused the contents for a while, buying myself some old copies in Mandarin of the Orphan of the House of Chao and the Dream In the Red Chamber. The half hour was gone before I was ready and I hustled back to the sex shop, where I found Lynn cashing out and thanking the girl for her help. The young Chinese woman looked at me and winked before Lynn took my hand and led me out. 

"I think you'll be very pleased with my purchases," she said cheerfully, walking arm in arm with me. "Now we should blow out of here and move onto our next target." 

"Oh, in a moment, maybe..." I answered, taking her by the hand and pulling her down a narrow side street. We passed some apartment buildings and took another turn. When no one was around, I pulled her down a narrow alley, heading back and finding a recess where we couldn't be seen. 

Lynn giggled and smiled at me. "Honestly, Michael..." she purred. "You must think I'm the dirtiest girl ever born. Do you think I have a stinky alleyway fetish?" 

"No, you just bring out the daring perv in me." I answered, pressing her back against the wall and kissing her. Lynn certainly didn't object, returning the kiss with interest and snaking one of her legs around my waist. She reached down and undid my belt, fishing my hardening cock out of my pants. 

"And I hope you know I wouldn't do this for anyone else..." she whispered in my ear, shivering as I pulled aside her tiny black thong and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. "Only you, my love. Only you..." 

We ground and thrust in the alleyway, kissing hungrily as we made love. Surrounded by the odours of old vegetables and grease from the nearby restaurants, we took pleasure in one another's comforting scent, which was part of the attraction in this bizarre ritual. No matter how unseemly our locale, we would always find solace in one another. 

Lynn shuddered and gasped and bucked her hips against me, cumming hard. My cock twitched and pulsed until I pumped my cream deep inside her. She held me tight, breathing heavily until we finished. I stepped back and smiled at her while she squatted down and peed, expelling some of my cum but also leaving another mark. Naturally, she filmed it with her camera. 

"You'll love the pics I took in the sex shop," she said sweetly as she led me back out of the alley. "I got pretty busy." 

We found the van and clambered in, with Lynn assuming the driver's seat. "So where are we off to now, Chief?" she asked, winking at me. 

"Our new hotel, methinks," I replied. "Gimme your phone and I'll key it into the GPS." 

She handed me her phone and I put in the hotel name. Lynn followed them and her eyes went wide as we pulled up in front of the Peninsula Hotel. 

"Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed, looking up at the building that towered over us, at least twenty stories. "You sure this is the right hotel?" 

"Positive," I said simply, getting out and retrieving our luggage. "Now bring your Chinatown goodies, we should check in." 

Lynn still seemed agog as we went into the lobby, having had a valet take the van from us. I went up to the concierge and checked the reservations I'd made. True, four nights at this place was putting me back some money, but Lynn was worth it and her expression was priceless. A cute bellhop led us up to our room on the nineteenth floor, smiling at us as she left. 

My companion was looking around our suite in silence, seemingly stunned by its elegance and opulence. She walked around the main room, touching all the furniture and making sure it was real. Dark wood accented the furniture while red, gold and black provided most of the décor. Asian themes were subtly laced around the room, which was exactly what I had wanted. 

Lynn's smile indicated she was enthralled. She made her way to the bathroom and giggled when she saw all the room in the shower. But the feature that stood out most was the raised area by our large bay window, on which was located our lovely hot tub. She squealed in delight as she saw it and stripped instantly, turning on the water before whirling about to look at me, her eyes shining and her hands clasped. 

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "We get to fuck in the hot tub and we can keep the window open if we like! We'll have an audience!" 

"I thought that might please you," I replied easily, walking over to her. "I picked this room specifically for the décor and the tub in the window." 

"Oh, you thought of everything, my love," she murmured as she pressed her naked body to mine and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss and let her remove my clothes. "Mmmmmm, I hope we have an audience for what's about to happen..." 

Lynn pulled away from me to check the water while I made my way to our kitchen. Inside the small chiller I found a very nice bottle of champagne. I located two elegant flutes and popped the cork, which echoed loudly through the suite. 

"Oooh, somebody found champagne..." Lynn sang from the other room. "Gonna get me all liquored up and take advantage of me, big boy?" 

"You read my mind, little girl..." I replied cheerfully as I entered the room, carrying the libation. I handed Lynn her glass and we clinked glasses before crossing our arms and taking a sip, looking into one another's eyes. 

"Mmmmm, very nice..." Lynn said, enjoying the taste. She took another sip and looked down into her glass. A second later, her eyes widened and she stared into the golden liquid. She slowly dipped two fingers into the champagne and drew out an thin but elegant gold chain. Attached to the chain were the letters M and L, entwined with one another. 

She stared in silence at the chain for several seconds in wonder and then lowered it to look at me over her glass. Her eyes were wide and glassy. 

"Michael... I..." 

I smiled. "Well, we want this to be a proper affair, don't we?" 

She stepped close to me and looked up into my eyes. "Can you... Can you look into my eyes and assure me that you're not trying to steal me away from my husband, Michael?" 

I nodded. "I made a promise. It's a promise I'm crazy for keeping, but I will stand by it. I just wanted you to have that, to let you know what you mean to me." 

Lynn kept her eyes fixed with mine, downed the last of her champagne and put her glass aside. She then put the necklace on, took my hand and led me over to the tub. 

"I... I am proud to be your girl..." she whispered. "And I don't care who knows it. Take me right here in this window, my love. Let's give anyone on the other side of the hotel a show..." 

I leaned down and shut off the water before putting on the jets. I pulled her to me again and kissed her lovingly, our bodies melting together. I lifted her gently and carried her into the tub. I knelt and eased her into the water. Lynn spread out and sighed, luxuriating in the water, a wonderful smile on her face. 

"Mmmmmmm, I hate to say it, but these jets may give you a run for your money where my affections are concerned..." she said lazily. "Bring that cock over here and let's start the competition." 

I eased myself in front of her face and let her take hold of my cock. She kissed it and then took it inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and shaft. Her free hand took water and spilled it over her lovely breasts, massaging and caressing them. My head turned to see if we happened to have and audience yet in any of the myriad windows across from us, but none yet, seemingly. 

She sucked me until I was hard and then I took her gently out of the water and laid her on her back. She stretched out languorously, one leg up on the edge of the tub while the other remained in the water. 

I got between her legs an began kissing her creamy pussy, causing her to squirm and moan. My tongue snaked deep inside her and made slow, deliberate circles. 

Looking off to the side, I spied a woman in a suite across the way, staring at us. She was a brunette, possibly around Lynn's age and her eyes were wide. She didn't know I'd seen her and continued to ogle us. Lynn didn't seem to notice and if she did, she probably wouldn't care. She probably would have been totally turned on, in fact. I went at her even harder, lashing her pussy and making her writhe and gasp. Her fingers knotted in my hair as she shuddered and hissed my name. 

I pulled her up and made her kneel in the tub, facing out the window. I knelt behind her and took hold of her hips. She purred and wiggled her glistening, wet cheeks at me. 

"Mmmmm, I think my ass is ready for another round, slugger..." she cooed. "Do anything you want to me, I am yours..." 

I nodded and tickled her pussylips with my cockhead, giving her shivers as I caressed her back. I slowly slipped myself inside her and stroked back and forth gently. Lynn rested on her arms and sighed happily, her eyes closed. I would never get tired of feeling that tight pussy around me. 

A few more strokes and then I pulled out and pressed my engorged head against her little rose. She giggled and looked back at me. "Mmm, go for it... looks like we have an audience after all..." 

I nodded and subtly looked out the window- the brunette across the way was still watching, but she had sat in a chair and her hand was down her pants, rubbing herself. She seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. 

I gripped Lynn's hips firmly and pushed my cock inside her ass. Lynn arched her back and groaned as I invaded her. I sunk in as far as I could and Lynn hissed, grinding back against me. She ground her ass in slow circles, squeezing my cock with each motion. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 08



"Ooh, that feels good, love..." she murmured. "I love how you feel in my ass. It's so good and tight and I can feel you throbbing..." She humped back and forth against me as I fucked her, the warm water splashing between us. She moaned as I slapped her wet ass, shivering in delight. 

I looked up again and our secret watcher was rubbing her pussy furiously with both hands and her legs spread wide as she sat in her chair. I pulled Lynn up by her arms into a standing position in front of me, exposing her body to the voyeur. Lynn groaned and slithered back against me, her slippery body to mine while my cock pushed in and out of her ass at this new angle. I fondled her breasts and pussy while we kissed hungrily. 

"Oh, God, gonna cum..." she moaned into my mouth. She pushed down hard on my pulsing member and moaned loudly as she climaxed, her ass clenching me tightly. I too shuddered and began to cum, my essence going deep inside her. We ground and writhed together heatedly until we were spent, with Lynn collapsing forward to rest on the raised area of the tub, panting and trembling. I very carefully pulled out of her and smiled up at the brunette, waving to her. She seemed to have finished cumming herself and waved back sheepishly before disappearing. I was hoping she'd watch us again soon. 

Finally Lynn stirred, looking back to smile at me. "Mmmmmm, this is so nice I almost don't want to leave the hotel room and do anything we have planned..." she purred. "But I have a great night all worked out for us, so I will be strong." 

She sighed contentedly and looked down at the pendant I have given her, kissing it gently and then sinking back into the tub to wash off. I did likewise, assisting her with the task. She giggled as I spent an inordinate amount of time massaging and cleaning her opulent breasts. We finally got out of the shower and toweled off. Lynn strolled over to the large bed and sprawled out, sighing. 

"Mmmmm, haven't enjoyed a bath that much in a while..." she sighed. "Methinks a nap is in order, my love. Frankly, you've tuckered me out a little." 

"Now I've heard everything," I chuckled as I joined her and pulled her to me. "Alright, then, a rest before the evening begins." 

She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed as we lay on the bed, enjoying one another's warmth and company. She snuggled against me and dropped off to sleep quickly. I kissed her head and let myself doze. Our vacation had barely begun. 

*** 

I woke first and held Lynn close, kissing her awake. She hummed and snuggled to me, her breasts resting against my chest. She looked up and smiled. 

"Mmmmm, time check?" 

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Just after five," I replied. "We're not due to our dinner reservations until six." 

"Ooh, reservations. Swanky," she giggled, sitting up and straddling me. "I love me some swanky eatin'..." She reached her arms over her head and stretched, her breasts jutting proudly forward. I propped myself up on my arms and kissed them lovingly. She cradled my head and let me do as I pleased for some time before smirking at me. 

"I'm getting wet again, but I'd better conserve my strength for tonight. I have something special planned." 

She reached down between us and toyed with my cock, teasing it up and down her sticky lips. My manhood swelled in her hand and started to get hard but she smiled at me slyly and shook her head. She crawled down between my legs and kissed my dick, swirling her tongue around the head before getting off the bed and wiggling her way into the bathroom. I laid back on the bed and waited, smiling at the ceiling. 

"Michael, my love, I need your help..." she called. I rose and joined her in our spacious bathroom. She was sitting on the commode and grinned. 

"Couldn't go without you," she said, winking and spreading her legs a little. "You know what to do?" 

I nodded and stood in front of her, taking hold of my cock. She smiled warmly as I began peeing on her chest, my stream running down between her glorious tits and over her stomach and pussy. She sighed in pleasure until I was done and then stood up, indicating I should sit. I took the proffered position and she turned and sat on me, her tight ass squirming into my hips. She leaned forward slightly and began to pee, soaking my groin. I took hold of her shoulders and pulled her back to kiss her. Her lips met mine and we tangled our tongues, kissing hungrily as she peed. 

When we had finished our little ritual we stepped into the large shower and cleaned one another off. We dried and returned to the main room, where we set about dressing ourselves. Lynn decided I needed to dress in a different room so that her outfit would be a surprise. I retired to the bathroom and shut the door, so I would not be tempted to peek. I put on my best suit that I saved for only important occasions, that being a very nice Hugo Boss three-piece with a double breast. I had to say, I looked great. 

Lynn called me back to the main room and my eyes must have bulged out of my head- she was wearing a magnificent, slinky black cocktail dress that had a thin silver chain accenting her small waist. The spaghetti straps over the shoulders must have been made of titanium because her huge breasts were contained snugly in front, displayed prominently. She had put her hair up in an elegant coil, complimenting her dress splendidly. She posed and did a sexy turn, showing off the full outfit. 

"Not very often I feel underdressed when I wear this..." I admitted, still gaping. "You look utterly beautiful, Lynn." 

She looked pleased and skipped toward me, giving me a hug. "I didn't know where you were planning on taking me but I brought a nice dress just in case," she said, beaming a smile at me. "When you said someplace nice, I knew I'd made a good choice." 

"You'll be the most stunning woman in Chicago," I replied, staring down at her breasts. "How did I get so damned lucky?" 

"It all began with a little piss..." she teased, winking at me. She grabbed her elegant little black purse and led me to the door. "So, where to, stud?" 

*** 

"You know, I'd heard about this restaurant here in the Peninsula but never had a chance to try it out," Lynn commented as she looked around in wonder. "It's even better than I imagined." 

"As well-off as you seem to be, I'm kind of surprised you haven't been more places." I said honestly. I had brought her to the Terrace Restaurant, which was on the roof of the hotel. It was warm out and torches around the area kept it well-lit. We were led to our table and seated on plush couches. Around us stood a canopy with red gauze surrounding it to give us some privacy. 

"Well, yes, I should be able to visit these sorts of places, but Carter never spends money on anything that isn't related to his job or to his slut," Lynn replied, her brow darkening. "And Trav's sports equipment. I'd love for him to take me somewhere like this, but unless he could write it off as a business expense, it won't happen." 

I laid my hand on hers and squeezed it. "It's sad that it fell to me to do this for you. You deserve nights like this and so much more." 

She smiled at me. "Perhaps, but I am so lucky to have you taking care of me. I can't tell you how much it means to me, my love." 

We ordered our food and talked about little things, with Lynn staring into my eyes and tracing her fingernail up and down my hand. I had a wonderful steak and she had a lovely dressed salad. We shared a bottle of red wine, discussing books and politics and art. She ran a conservative household but I finally coaxed it out of her that her own personal views were far more liberal than her family circumstances allowed. 

"I'm glad to find out that you are in fact not a stuck-up and snotty conservative bitch," I said slyly, squeezing her hand. "Although, it might have been a lot of fun to deconstruct you if you had really been one deep down." 

"Oh, you in the habit of having sex with prissy conservative girls to wreck their values system and confuse them?" she asked, winking. "Because I'm sure I could at least fake it." 

"As long as that's all you're faking." I replied. "Maybe a fruit parfait for dessert?" 

We enjoyed a dessert and exited the restaurant. When we were going down in the elevator, Lynn turned and kissed me lovingly. 

"We're going to be apart for about an hour," she whispered, slipping a note into my pocket. "Go to that address about sixty minutes from now." 

She got out of the elevator, blew me a kiss and left. I sighed contentedly and made my way out of the hotel and went for a leisurely walk to the place Lynn had designated. I couldn't wait to see what she had in mind... 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 09



Chapter 9 - A Surprise Treat 

Lynn's note had given me the address of very posh strip club in Chicago's lively night district. Pretty sure my Hugo Boss attire is what got me in because lots of guys were being turned away by the bouncers at the door and said rejects were universally wearing jeans and t-shirts. The bouncer nodded to me and let me in without so much as a word. 

The inside was spacious and delightfully dim, mostly illuminated by neon lighting along the walls and over the various raised surfaces the girls were utilizing. Spaced around the main stage were small platforms that girls were gyrating on and entertaining men. Topless waitresses wiggled back and forth between the tables. Several smiled and winked at me as I walked in, no doubt assessing my wallet by the make of my suit. 

"You're Mike, right?" one of the bouncers inside the club asked as I strolled through, looking around. I nodded and he indicated I should follow him. I stayed behind him as he led me to a chair seated in front of the main stage, one that seemed to have been reserved. 

"Been expecting you," he explained. "Got told to look for a big blond guy in a gray suit and keep you here." 

"Thanks for your time, I appreciate it." I replied agreeably. He nodded and left me to assess the club once again. A cute brunette waitress with perky tits took my order and wiggled off, flashing her behind at me. I saw small booths along the walls, away from the main area, with plush seats inside and curtains that could be drawn across to afford the customer and dancers some privacy. Certainly not big enough for anything prohibited by club rules to happen, but private all the same. 

I watched as a few girls did their routines on the stage, smiling and giving them platitudes as they asked me if I wanted a private dance. I'd had two drinks when the DJ announced a special treat, a tag-team consisting of the club's very own Sindy and her talented friend Crystalynn. 

I hadn't been expecting Lynn to come out on the stage, my conclusion had been that she was wanting to meet me here and we'd watch some hot strippers, get really worked up and then back to the hotel or find an alley and fuck like mad. This, admittedly, had not occurred to me although I feel it should have, looking back on it. 

Crystalynn and her dance partner Sindy slinked out onto the stage, wearing very abbreviated schoolgirl skirts and blouses which were knotted under their midriffs. Both wore white stockings and short heels one might see a schoolgirl from an 80's rock video in. Sindy seemed to be about 19 or maybe 20 but what astonished me was Lynn- she most certainly didn't look her age and anyone looking on would never guess she was more than 25. She looked amazing. 

People clapped and cheered as they danced and ground and teased to the Van Halen song 'Hot For Teacher', flashing their panties at the audience. They removed their tops, exposing their tits to more cheers. They swung around the silvery central pole in sync and then rubbed their nipples together, to the delight of the audience. 

Lynn seemed to be having the time of her life, teasing the audience, but she reserved most of her attention for me, sitting front and center. She got down on all fours and crawled towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. As she reached me she slowly turned around and knelt, squirming her behind at me, offering me tempting glimpses of her pussy by pulling her tiny panties aside for a moment. 

Sindy then joined her and the crowd went wild as they pulled one another's panties down from beneath the skirts. They stood ass-to-ass and suirmed against each other, teasing the audience with the promise of so much more. Finally they whipped their skirts off and tossed them in my lap, clad now only in their stockings and shoes. They ground around the pole some more and danced provocatively in front of me until the song ended, at which point they sent the room into a near-frenzy by kissing and then running off-stage, hand-in-hand. 

I clapped as eagerly as anyone else in the room, perfectly aware that I was the luckiest sonofabitch in the entire building. Another dancer came on and the busy pace of the club resumed, with another drink in my hand, courtesy of one of the dancers, identity anonymous. I drank another two beers when the bouncer who had led me in here put a hand on my shoulder and indicated once again I should follow him. I left the drink but took the skirts the girls had left behind with me. 

"You're one important man, seemingly," he said as he took me through some doors and down a hallway. I heard women laughing and various dancers exiting the rooms around me. "Ain't that often anyone gets allowed back here, so you must be a decent fella or a helluva tipper. Either way, through that door there..." 

I went through the door he was pointing to and sure enough, it was a dressing room. Several girls in various states of undress smiled at me as they primped and made themselves up for their numbers, but near the back were the two girls I had come to meet- Sindy and Crystalynn. I could tell Lynn wanted to dash up and hug me, but she waited patiently until I arrived at their chairs, staying seated. Both of them were still quite naked, except for their stockings and shoes. Lynn stared at me expectantly. 

"Ladies, that was, quite simply, the best show I've ever seen," I declared, just loud enough for the two of them to hear me without offending the other girls nearby. "They'll be talking about that for months to come and I am not going to forget it as long as I live." 

"Thanks," Sindy said, nodding and smiling pleasantly. "Miss Gunderson is right about you, you're a really nice guy." 

"Oh, Miss Gunderson said that, did she?" I asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow at Lynn. She blushed a little and smiled somewhat sheepishly. 

"Sindy and I know one another," she admitted in a quiet voice. "She was graduating from high school when Kait was a freshman. She sort of took Kait under her wing and looked out for her during her first year, so she'd been over to my house a few times. And I knew she'd come to Chicago and was a big hit in the exotic dance circuit." 

Sindy nodded. "My real name's Eileen, by the way. So Miss Gunderson found me on Facebook and let me know what was happening and said she wanted to surprise you with this routine." 

"Well she certainly managed that," I agreed, turning to look at my paramour in amusement. "How on earth did you work the pole that well? Do you have a secret dancer past I don't know about?" 

Lynn giggled. "No, I've just snuck in some pole dancing lessons when Carter wasn't looking. When I knew we were coming to Chicago, I practiced extra hard for you." 

I looked at Eileen again. "And Lynn told you... well, everything?" 

Eileen nodded. "I'll be honest, I never liked her husband, Carter. I thought he was a workaholic jerk and I didn't like the way he stared at me. If you make Miss Gunderson happy then I approve, because she was always amazing to me and deserves it." 

"And working with a friend's mom on the stage wasn't weird or anything?" I asked, curious. 

"Oh, hell no," Eileen replied emphatically. "She's one of the hottest women I've ever known, I'd always been wet for her, since high school. It was amazing to strip and dance with her." 

"Likewise, darling," Lynn added, giving Eileen's hand a squeeze. "You gave me some tingles I couldn't admit to when you used to come over." 

Eileen looked at Lynn and smiled. "I promise you, your little secret is safe with me, no questions asked. I think this is amazing and I hope that it works out the way you want it to." 

"So what now, ladies?" I asked. "Should I resume my seat and wait for another duet?" 

Eileen shook her head. "Public shows are over. You get a private show next." 

"Are we all going to fit in one of those little booths?" I asked cheerfully. Lynn rolled her eyes and looked at Eileen. "Ignore him, he thinks he's witty all the time." 

The girls got back into their abbreviated schoolgirl outfits and led me out of the dressing room, to the sound of many cat calls from the remaining dancers. We got out into the club again, each of the girls leading me by a hand. We went up a ramp that had neon blue lights and signs that read 'VIP Lounges'. We came to a door and another bald bouncer waited for us. 

"Hey, Steve, is there a room open?" Eileen asked casually. Steve nodded. "Number Three." 

"Is that the one with the busted camera?" she inquired, her tone compelling me to reach into my pocket and hand the man hundred dollar bill. Steve nodded. "They say it won't be fixed until tomorrow." 

Eileen nodded and took us through the heavy door and into the hallway beyond. This hallway was softly lit, as opposed to the garish lights of the main club. A long carpet ran down its length, accompanied by soft jazz music. We found Room 3 and I must admit to being impressed once we entered- the suite was large and had several amenities one would not normally associate with such establishments, such as several couches, tables for food, drinks and dancing and even a hot tub. Mirrors were spaced around the room, but we have Steve's assurance that the cameras were not functional. Whatever the girls had planned, this was important, seemingly. 

They sat me on the plush couch and then went to retrieve some drinks for us from the cooler. Eileen found champagne and Lynn brought back chocolate-covered strawberries. They poured me a glass and began the process of pampering me. I surrendered to this treatment readily, enjoying myself. 

"I suppose I could expand on what's happened," Lynn said as she fed me a strawberry. "Eileen agreed readily to help me make this an amazing night for you, my love. At first I was worried about telling her but I realized I couldn't do this alone, even if this was amateur night." 

"You sure don't move like an amateur," Eileen added, letting me sip from my champagne glass. "I'd've sworn you'd been working the pole your whole damn life the way you move. You made me look like the amateur." 

"Oh, you're sweet, darling, but there's no comparison," Lynn said, smiling. "I'm twice your age." 

"You sure as hell didn't look it or move like it up there," I interjected, agreeing with Eileen. "The guys around me thought you were in your early twenties. I'd have agreed with them, no question." 

Lynn blushed. "Thank you, Michael..." 

"Oh, wow, you've got it bad, Miss Gunderson," Eileen giggled, causing Lynn to blush even further. "I've had bandaids less wrapped around my thumb when I cut it." 

"This is an amazing setup," I commented casually, looking around and sparing Lynn more embarrassment. "Are all the VIP rooms like this?" 

"This is one of the big ones," Eileen replied, changing tack easily. "It must've cost you a pretty penny to rent it." 

I looked at Lynn but she avoided my gaze, concentrating on her dance partner. "So Eileen, my love, or, should I say Sindy..." 

Eileen smiled wickedly at Lynn. "Sindy tonight, I'm feeling sinful." 

"Well, you and I have a guest to entertain, don't we?" 

"Absolutely," said the stripper, running her hand through her chocolatey-brown locks. "Best show anyone's ever seen in this fucking club..." 

Eileen went over to the sound system and turned on some mellow funk. She then took Lynn by the hand and led her a few feet away from me. They began slowly moving and gyrating with the rhythm of the music, looking at me intently. Standing side-by-side, they were mesmerizing to behold. They backed into one another, lifting their short skirts and squirming their asses together. They still had no panties on and I was rapt as I watched their pert cheeks squash and move against one another. 

Lynn now stepped in front of me and swayed back and forth, running her fingers over her body, tantalizing me. She lifted up her skirt a little, giving me the briefest glimpse of her bare pussy, glistening in the dim light of the room. Her eyes never left me as she moved and gyrated sensually, her hands now in her hair, gliding through the silken golden tresses. 

Eileen now appeared, crawling from behind and through Lynn's legs to smile at me. She knelt in front of her dance partner, rolling her hips and cupping her breasts through her blouse, squeezing them at me. She ran her tongue around her full lips and winked before turning around to lift Lynn's skirt, exposing her again. She smirked back at me one more time before planting gentle kisses around Lynn's pussy, snaking her tongue against it. 

Lynn kept dancing but she moaned as Eileen's tongue traced around her lips. She bent her knees a little more and removed her blouse, her huge, wonderful breasts now in full view. Eileen did likewise and then stood to kiss Lynn, their breasts squashing together as their tongues snaked and tangled in one another's mouths. My cock was so hard it was just about bursting out of the front of my trousers. 

"Oh, look at that..." Lynn teased, smirking at the bulge in my pants. "I think someone's feeling left out. Think we can do something about that?" 

"Mmm, maybe," Eileen replied, turning to kneel in front of me. She slowly undid my belt and zipper, deftly helping me to move my pants down my legs and then did the same for my boxers. "Ooh, Miss Gunderson, you sure picked a good one..." 

She was now joined by Lynn, who knelt beside her in front of my throbbing, rock-hard cock. They kissed one another and then leaned in to give my aching shaft the same treatment. They planted gentle kisses and slid their tongues along its length, making my whole body warm. Their tongues met at the top of the head and swirled around it before Lynn took me inside her mouth, sinking all the way down to the base while Eileen teased my sac with her tongue. Her hands trailed down to Lynn's breasts, caressing them and tugging on the nipples. Lynn moaned around my cock, vibrating it pleasantly. 

Before long they switched, with Lynn crawling down to kiss and nibble at Eileen's tits while the brunette began to slowly suck my cock, her hand pumping up and down the length behind her mouth. She couldn't make it as far down as Lynn had, but she still did a wonderful job of bringing me to the brink before letting me relax. She then stood and turned around, lifting her skirt and letting her pert ass sway in my face. 

"Well, big man," she said in a brazen voice. "You know what to do with an ass, right?" 

I kissed the cheeks and bit them gently, making Eileen shiver. Lynn was now sucking my cock again hungrily, her wet lips moving up and down my length willfully. I kissed and nibbled Eileen's ass until she turned around and presented me with her pussy, the lips of which she spread wide to give me a good look at her inner pink. 

I kissed her slit and sucked on her little bud so that she gasped and shivered delightfully. Lynn had also removed her skirt and the two naked goddesses began to molest me and one another in earnest now. What had started as a strip tease was rapidly becoming tawdry sex and that was exactly what we all wanted. 

While Lynn sucked my cock, Eileen had moved behind Lynn and was now snaking her tongue against my lover's pussy, causing her to groan and squirm. She looked over Lynn's ass into my eyes as she got Lynn worked into a panting mess, he whole body trembling and shining with desire. My fingers caressed and flexed in Lynn's hair as I watched, beyond speaking. 

Finally Lynn could take no more and let go of my cock, spinning around to kiss Eileen hard, their tongues plunging in one another's mouths and they knelt in front of me. Her fingers snaked down and slipped into the brunette's pussy while Eileen did the same to Lynn. They moaned and panted as they kissed and finger-fucked one another, tits squirming together and hips humping lustily. 

Lynn now took Eileen by the hand and stood her up, bringing her to me. She helped the younger girl to straddle me and got her pussy pressed up against my throbbing cock. Lynn then leaned in and kissed me before whispering in my ear. 

"She is my gift to you, my love," she said softly. "Fuck her good, but save some for me..." 

I nodded and took hold of Eileen's hips, helping her to sink down onto my shaft. Her eyes were locked with mine as she took me in. She sucked in her breath and sat still for a second, feeling my member deep inside her. She then began to move up and down slowly, our eyes still locked and her arms around my neck. Lynn kissed us both while she removed my shirt, leaving me as naked as they were. Her hands roamed over our bodies, seeming to know where they would be needed for just the right touch and effect. Her fingers grazed and played with my shaft as Eileen slid up and down on it or teased my balls and Eileen's pussylips. She giggled as she pulled her fingers back and licked the sticky essence of them. 

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed. "Not gonna get tired of that flavour combination anytime soon." 

Eileen was moving up and down my cock a little faster now, her tight pussy squeezing me exquisitely. Hey eyes were still locked with mine and her warm skin was now slick with our mutual perspiration. She shivered as Lynn knelt behind her and bit gently as her ass cheeks or her damp pussylips. Her tongue flicked against my cock as it appeared, sending little jolts of delight through me. She was certainly enjoying herself as she got us worked up together. 

"Okay, your turn, Miss Gunderson..." Eileen panted, needing to regroup before she came. With trembling legs she got off of my lap and helped Lynn settle down. Lynn did so eagerly, taking my cock into her pussy and then crushing herself to me to give me a wet kiss. She ground her hips against mine as she snaked her tongue into my mouth. We writhed and squirmed and humped like we had been lovers for a thousand years, seeming to know exactly how to pleasure one another at any second. 

Eileen had assumed Lynn's position between our legs, kissing and nibbling at her pussy and my cock while we fucked. Lynn stiffened and then moaned into my mouth when one of Eileen's fingers snaked its way into her ass unexpectedly. Her pussy clenched tightly around me for a moment as she adjusted to the sensation but then she began to writhe on me with even greater eagerness. 

"Ohhhhh, Gooooooooood..." she groaned, moving up and down on top of me, her hands gripping my shoulders. She ground her hips in circles, squeezing my cock inside her gooey pussy. Eileen fingered her ass, stroking slowly while sliding her tongue against my cock and Lynn's slit. I held my hands on her lower back and let her lean backwards, kissing and licking her tits until she was squirming and panting. 

"Please..." she gasped, her eyes fluttering. "Get off the couch, my love, let me do something..." 

I nodded and allowed her to clamber off before standing, my rock-hard cock pointing straight out in front of me. The girls both knelt and began sucking on me greedily, taking turns guiding me into their wet mouths. They fondled and fingered one another as they pleasured me but finally Lynn took hold of Eileen and led her to the couch. She laid the brunette down on her back and spread her legs wide. She then straddled the younger girl and rested over her, their tits squashed together, her pussy on top of Eileen's. 

"Well, slugger," she cooed, smiling back at me and wiggling her ass invitingly. "Pick a hole and get plumbing..." 

I knelt between Eileen's legs and used my hands to press down on Lynn's lower back, pressing her lovely womanhood into the one below. They both shuddered and I pressed my cock between them, sliding my shaft along the two sets of slippery lips, teasing them. They kissed one another hungrily and then Lynn groaned loudly as I pushed my cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She moved her hips in circles as I slid in and out of her, grinding her netherlips into Eileen's while we fucked. Eileen bit Lynn's lip and tugged on it while she reached around and took hold of the blonde's ass cheeks, pulling them wide. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 09



Without warning I pulled out of Lynn and slid my cock into Eileen's, who grunted in surprise and pushed with her hips, arching her back. Lynn ground her pussy into Eileen's lustily and sucked on her tits while I fucked the younger woman. I thumped in and out of her strongly, battering her pussy while Lynn molested her tits. I could feel my blonde lover's pussy squirming against my cock even as it melted into Eileen's. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck!" Eileen hissed, craning her neck as I rammed her. "Gonna fucking cum!" 

"Yes, love, cum!" Lynn panted, kissing her feverishly. "Cum so hard. Michael, bust in her!" 

I kept pumping my hips but looked at Lynn with concern. "But I don't-" 

"It's okay, cum in me..." Eileen hissed, her body beginning to shudder. I nodded and gripped her hips firmly and rammed my cock deep inside her until she clenched me so tightly that I could not hold back any longer. With a growl I began pumping my creamy cum into her spasming pussy. Lynn seemed to be cumming too, moaning into Eileen's mouth as they kissed savagely, almost tearing at one another in ecstasy. 

I pulled out of Eileen and plunged into Lynn suddenly, causing her to cry out. She thrust madly against Eileen as my cock finished emptying its load inside her. I continued thrusting while I felt Lynn's greedy pussy clenching and squeezing around me. When she had settled down, I slowly withdrew and used my still-hard shaft to tease their gooey, mingling lips, sort of stirring them around, watching as our mingled cum oozed between them. 

"Holy fuck..." Eileen breathed finally, still holding Lynn to her. "I don't remember the last time I came that hard. That was amazing." 

"Oh, thank you, dear," Lynn whispered, smiling and kissing Eileen's nose. "It's a pity there are no showers back here or I'd have Michael demonstrate our little ritual all over us." 

Eileen giggled. "Been a while since I've let myself get pissed on, gotta admit. Almost as long ago as my last threesome. You two nearly killed me." 

The two women laid me back on the couch and crawled over me, their bodies to mine while we made out. Their hands gently caressed and stroked my cock and each other's forms. Eileen was nuzzled to me and I sensed a little more affection than function in the touch than I had expected. 

"Mmmmm, how long are you two here for?" she purred. 

"Until Tuesday morning, darling, and yes, I insist you come and visit us in our hotel." Lynn replied. "I'll be sure to let you know when we're there." 

"Deal." Eileen murmured, still pressed close, her eyes closed. 

Lynn looked at me and winked. Everything had gone according to plan, seemingly. 

***



My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 10



I awoke the next morning, feeling Lynn's warmth next to me in our huge, plush bed. We had left the strip club and Eileen the night before, hurried back to our hotel room and showered, still horny and eagerly fucking one another. We could not seem to get enough of one another's bodies and we finally collapsed, exhausted, into our bed and drifted off, sated for the moment. 

Lynn slowly stirred beside me, sighing contentedly. She emerged from beneath the satin sheets and stretched her arms over her head as she lay there, her magnificent breasts coming into view. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me serenely. 

"Good morning, my love," she said softly, reaching over to caress my arm. "Did you sleep well?" 

"And dreamed of you the whole time," I replied, grinning. "Even in my dreams you keep me perpetually horny." 

Lynn turned on her side and lifted the sheet covering my midsection to look at my erect cock. 

"Hm, seemingly so," she observed. "Well, you have morning wood and I have morning dew, so let's take care of that situation, shall we?" 

She then knelt next to me and gently pushed me onto my back. A moment later she straddled me and easily sank down onto my waiting cock, her pliant, gooey pussy taking it all the way inside her. 

"Ooh, that's what mommy needs," she murmured, arching her back as the swollen head touched something deep inside her. "Can never get enough..." She now laid down on top of me and held me close, moving back and forth along my length, feeling it slide in and out of her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her while she fucked me, squeezing her tight tunnel around me. 

She didn't seem to need a good, hard fucking, this morning she was feeling gentle and wanted to be close. We made love for some minutes until she shuddered and moaned, my cum pumping deep inside her. She snuggled to me and kissed my chest lovingly, whispering against my skin. 

Finally she sat up, looking down at me and caressing her lovely breasts while she smiled. She was so beautiful, I could not take my eyes off her angelic face. She squirmed her hips around, enjoying the feeling of my cock deep inside her, our cum mingling within. 

"God, I want you to pee in me," she sighed. "But not here on our lovely bed. Can you carry me to the bathroom, my love?" 

I nodded and stood slowly, holding her to me while I got up. She moaned as she sank down onto my still-erect tool and I took firm hold of her by her ass and carried her to the bathroom. I deftly slid open the shower doors and stepped inside. I pressed her back against the wall and looked into her eyes. She stared back into mine and then shivered and let out a tiny gasp as I let myself go and peed inside her tight pussy. 

"Oh yes, Michael..." she whimpered as she gripped me tight and bit lightly at my shoulder. I could feel our mingled essence trickling down between us. "Oh, God, it feels so good..." 

I finished and she hugged me close, sighing and then taking a deep breath. "Mmmm, let's get washed up and then we have breakfast in bed coming to us. I already arranged it." 

"Sounds like a great continuation to our morning." I replied easily as I reached over and turned on the shower heads. We stood under the refreshing cascades and cleaned one another, pausing to kiss and have fun occasionally. Lynn knelt and sucked on my cock for some time and then massaged it between her tits until I came again, an offering she hungrily swallowed. We finished up and wrapped ourselves in the luxurious towels provided, heading back into our bedroom. 

Some minutes later there was a not and a woman's voice announced breakfast. Lynn swished over to the door and opened it, to reveal the cute brunette bellhop girl, now wheeling in our food. She smiled at Lynn and then myself. 

"Goodness, darling, is there anything you don't do for the hotel?" Lynn asked as she followed behind the girl, staring at her ass. The young woman giggled and smiled gratefully as I tipped her. She wiggled out of the room, Lynn's eyes still on her behind. 

"There's an ass I wouldn't mind fucking..." she breathed. I chuckled and set out our food, letting Lynn get situated back in bed. We ate our continental breakfast and discussed how the rest of the day would unfold- we finally concluded that we would go shopping and then return to the hotel to spend a lazy afternoon fucking in bed or anywhere else we thought of. 

We finished breakfast and got dressed, agreeing to take Chicago's rather (in)famous subway system to the Magnificent Mile, where the best shopping was. Lynn looked sexy and splendid in a short, black leather skirt, a tight white t-shirt, heeled boots and her black leather jacket. She wore her lovely, long blonde hair down and I swear she looked fifteen years younger than she was. How on earth had I chanced upon this magnificent creature? 

Hand in hand we left the hotel and walked over to the subway and began wandering around the station. It was one of the older ones, not recently revamped and churning with throngs of people. Lynn squeezed my hand as she scanned around, looking for something. 

"Ooh, Michael..." we whined quietly. "There's gotta be a secluded place around this station somewhere..." 

We ended up on the subway platform, pressed up near one of the walls. The platform was jam-packed with people, all waiting to get on with their days. Even on a Saturday, Chicago was still busy and thrumming with activity and commuters. 

I protected Lynn from the press of bodies with my own, facing into her while she was backed up against the wall. The chatter of countless voices and the general din of a busy subway station was all we could hear. She hugged me close, whispering in my ear. 

"Oh God, I want you, Michael..." she said breathily. "Just to feel you inside me somehow..." 

A crackling voice blared over the speaker systems, announcing a delay in the next train's arrival. Scores of people on the platform began complaining and cursing loudly and the crowed churned in frustration at the delay. 

Without losing a moment, Lynn shifted around, her hands undoing my belt and the button on my jeans. She subtly spread her legs and hiked up the front of her skirt. I nodded and pressed closer to her, my cock now nestling against her panties. She squirmed around until she was wet and I was hard; then she pulled aside her panties and we shifted around until my erect rod was inside her. We looked into one another's eyes, ignoring the mass of humanity around us and losing ourselves in the feel of our bodies joined together. 

Lynn squeezed her pussy around my cock while I moved my hips as much as I dared without attracting attention to us. The jostling and movement of the people around us actually made this somewhat easier as my thrusts went unnoticed and the press of bodies often pushed me deeper inside her at random moments. 

Lynn shivered and bit her lip, determined not to gasp. As little as we could move, we were both very turned on and enjoying the thrill of fucking in public. She held one of my hands and squeezed it hard as she gripped my cock with her wetness. I could tell she was fit to burst and I moved my hips a little more, making her shudder. 

A large man shoved his way through the crowd nearby, jostling people out of the way and pressing me up against Lynn, forcing me deeper inside her. She groaned involuntarily but the noise seemed to go unnoticed in the cacophony around us. I leaned in and whispered to her. 

"Go ahead, cum, darling," I said gently. "Let me cum in you..." 

She nodded and closed her eyes, shuddering and releasing the pent-up orgasm she had been trying to hold back. I reciprocated, shooting my cum deep inside her. We pressed hard against one another as we climaxed, Lynn pressing her face into my shoulder and whimpering quietly. She murmured something I could not hear and then looked up at me, her eyes glassy. Once we had finished cumming, I subtly slipped out of her and put my cock back in my jeans, zipping them up. She put her panties back in place and then we waited with everyone else, still holding hands. 

A few moments later, Lynn squeezed my hand to get my attention. She nodded over at a woman standing not far away who was smirking at us. The woman nodded and winked, seemingly indicating that she knew what we had been up to. I smiled back and returned the nod as a train finally rumbled into the station. We managed to clamber in and waited patiently until we got to our stop a few minutes later. We flowed out the doors and then made our way up into the busy Magnificent Mile. 

We walked around holding hands and Lynn visited just about every shop, at least browsing to see what they had. She purchased some blouses and another set of boots but then we came across an upscale lingerie shop. Lynn dragged me in eagerly and flitted from display to display in delight, elaborating on how everything would look on her. I smiled and listened cheerfully to the running commentary. 

One of the attendants finally joined us and asked how she could help. Lynn intimated that she might need help trying some of the outfits she had in mind on and that I needed to be taken elsewhere so I could be surprised. The attendant smiled and called over another girl, indicating I should be shown to the reading room. The new girl nodded and led me to the small lounge in question where she let me sit and offered me some coffee. 

"Your wife sounds eager to please you," she commented casually as she poured me a cup of coffee. "Lucky fella." 

"No argument there," I said agreeably. "Thank you for the coffee." 

"I wonder what she'll buy," wondered the girl, who was slim and had auburn hair. She was actually rather attractive, even if she wasn't anywhere near as gorgeous as Lynn. "She seems the adventurous sort and we have some items for that." 

"Pity we can't see ahead of time," I mused. "I love watching her try things on." 

The attendant paused for a moment and seemed pensive. "Well, can you keep a secret?" she asked. 

I nodded and she indicated I should follow her. I took my coffee and left the lounge through a side door and into the back, where the employees were allowed to go. She brought me to a small room with three monitors and turned one of them on. 

"We generally speaking do not use the security cameras," she explained. "Not unless we have a reason to believe one of the customers is stealing in the dressing room. But this seems like a pretty good use too. But please don't tell anyone, I like my job." 

"Your secret is safe with me." I said cheerfully as the screen came on. The camera was looking at a downward angle into what was currently an empty change room. It had velvet walls with two long mirrors, two small cushioned seats and a chaise. 

"This is Brenda's favourite room to use when she is helping customers," said the attendant. "She uses this one if it's available, this is where they'll go." 

We waited a minute or two and sure enough, Lynn and the attendant named Brenda entered the change room. Brenda closed the door and began helping Lynn peruse the items they had picked out. Lynn seemed delighted and kept pressing the bustiers and teddies on over her tight white t-shirt, wiggling her torso at Brenda and seeming to ask what she thought of it. Brenda seemed agreeable to the apparel but it seemed like she occasionally stared a little too long for it to remain a professional perusal. 

Lynn then stripped out of her t-shirt and skirt, now just in a bra and her panties. Brenda paused at the sight of her customer's body and then made some comment that caused Lynn to blush and giggle for a moment. She then removed her bra and panties readily, standing naked before Brenda. 

"Oh, wow," said the girl standing next to me, watching the screen along with me. "I kinda knew your wife was built but I wasn't expecting that." 

I said nothing but just continued watching intently while Brenda helped Lynn try on some items. Lynn was plainly enjoying herself and the feel of Brenda's hands on her while she got into her lingerie. She would turn and model the items for Brenda, waiting for her opinion. I only barely noticed my attendant girl leave for a few moments but then she returned and continued staring. 

At one point Lynn seemed to ask a question about the shape of one of the outfits as she climbed out of the first one and Brenda responded by reaching out and cupping Lynn's breast for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. Lynn giggled and then teasingly gave Brenda's breast a squeeze through her blouse in return. Brenda certainly did not object but gave Lynn's breast another squeeze as she blushed and looked into her customer's eyes. 

I smiled slyly as they began to fondle one another's chests, not saying anything but simply staring. This was going to be fun to watch. 

"Holy shit, didn't expect that," murmured my attendant. "Are... are you okay with that?" 

"More than okay, I assure you." I replied, my eyes not leaving the screen. "This is going to be hot." 

"Good thing the rooms are sound-proofed and that I locked the front door, then," she added. "I put up a sign that said we were having a private fitting for the next hour." 

There was no audio on the cameras but in a weird way that made it even more erotic to watch the proceedings. Lynn now leaned in and kissed Brenda fully on the lips. The attendant stiffened for only a moment but then returned the kiss lustily, her arms wrapping around Lynn. My blonde goddess began removing Brenda's blouse and skirt, until she was only in her panties and bra. She had a decent-sized set of breasts that Lynn was kneading through the lacy bra she still wore. 

"Didn't know Brenda had those," muttered my spying companion, who now leaned forward to watch the action. "This is hot." 

Lynn and Brenda somehow with trembling, eager fingers managed to undress one another, still kissing hungrily. Their fingers slid down and began pushing inside one another's pussies and I could see them both moaning, even if I could not hear it. Lynn was already dripping wet, not that I would have expected anything else from her. 

I felt my cock getting hard inside my pants and sensed the attendant girl next to was aroused. Her hips moved and she closed her legs unconsciously as she watched. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her bite her lip. 

"Be a shame to let them have all the fun, wouldn't it?" I suggested, my eyes still on the screen. The aurburn-haired girl looked at me for a moment, clearly understanding what I meant but not sure what to do about it. She gazed back at the screen and then made her choice. 

"What the hell," she muttered. "I mean, Brenda's married, right?" 

Without another word, she undid the buttons of her skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving her in a lacy thong. I undid my belt and let my pants fall, revealing the large tent post that was my boxers. 

She got down on her knees and yanked my boxers down, taking my shaft in her hand and beginning to suck. She wasn't very experienced, but it wasn't bad either. I watched her as her head bobbed back and forth and she made moaning noises. Her free hand snaked down between her legs and began massaging her slit. 

Eager to watch Lynn again, I pulled my companion up to her feet and then leaned her over the desk the monitors were sitting on. She gasped as I forced her onto her elbows and looked back at me, her eyes glinting with lust. She hooked her thumbs into her thong and pulled it down over her ass, leaving them pinned on her thighs. 

I took firm hold of her ass cheeks and spread them, giving me a magnificent view of her wet cooze. I pressed the head of my swollen cock to the slippery lips and then slid it inside her. She arched her back and moaned loudly as I invaded her. Both of us were watching the screen as I began to slap my hips against her ass, plunging my cock back and forth inside her. 

Lynn was sitting back in one of the chairs now, her legs spread wide while she clasped Brenda's head as the brunette lashed Lynn's pussy with her tongue. Lynn's free hand massaged and teased her breasts, squeezing them or pulling at the nipples. She shuddered and squirmed while Brenda's tongue slithered around inside her wet womanhood. 

Watching Lynn with another woman made me incredibly aroused and I fucked my partner harder, reaching down to grip her hair and pull on it. She keened and gasped but did not object. Her pussy was warm, the walls clenching wetly at my cock. We were held spellbound by the action on the screen while we fucked, not wanting to look away. 

Lynn now clambered out of the chair and put Brenda in it, spreading her legs and going to town on the attendant's slit. Her tongue teased it mercilessly before going inside while she squeezed and pinched Brenda's inner thighs. Brenda ground and writhed almost uncontrollably, her mouth wide as she moaned and panted. 

Lynn began snaking fingers inside Brenda's puss while her tongue lashed her clit. Brenda gyrated and strained as Lynn kept adding fingers until all five of the ones on her left hand were inside the woman. She then slid forward until she was in to her wrist. Brenda seemed almost paralyzed and her mouth was wide open, her eyes seeming to roll up into her head. 

"Holy shit, look at that..." my lover hissed as she watched the screen. "She's getting fucking fisted..." 

I nodded and kept fucking her, my cock hitting deep inside. I reached down and under her blouse, beginning to squeeze and maul her breasts. She ground and strained back against me, her pussy dripping and smearing our thighs with her lust. 

"Ohmygod..." she panted, squirming against me. Her fingers flexed against the table while we fucked, her ass grinding in circles. "Gnnnnn, fuck me, yessssss..." 

Lynn was working her hand inside Brenda, who looked like she might die. But before the brunette passed out, Lynn pulled her to the floor and put her on her back. Without another word, she straddled Brenda's face and pressed her gooey pussy down onto her mouth. Brenda began lashing Lynn with her tongue. She may have been married, but she seemed to have some inkling of what to do with a girl. Lynn bucked and ground her hips shamelessly, clearly in the throes of ecstasy. One of her hands reached back to finger Brenda's pussy while the attendant tongued her. 

"Oh, God..." moaned my partner, her skin getting flush and warm. "Oh, shit, I'm so close..." 

"I'd better pull out." I grunted, making to do so but she shook her head wildly. 

"No, don't!" she hissed in protest. "I'm on the pill, fucking cum in me! I'm too close!" 

I nodded and took firm hold of her hips. I began slamming my thighs against her hard until we both broke. She arched her back and threw back her head, moaning loudly. My hips bucked and then I busted, pumping my cum deep inside her. We humped and ground against one another heatedly until we were spent and she collapsed forward on the desk, panting and trembling. 

Through the whole orgasm, my eyes had been on Lynn, who seemed to have cum at about the same time as us. She had shuddered and writhed and almost convulsed until she climaxed on Brenda's face, cumming joyously. When she was spent she laid back along Brenda's body and then rolled over, kissing her lover's pussy gently. They seemed content to lay there for some time. 

I stood still, letting the sensations of pleasure slowly trickle out of me and into my partner. She sighed contentedly before propping herself up on her elbows and looking back at me. 

"Wow... thanks, man." 

"My pleasure, I assure you." I said as I gently pulled her up and turned her around, sitting her on the desk. My cock was still inside her and her pussy gripped me warmly. 

"I'm Vicki, by the way," she said, holding out her hand. "Don't think I'll be telling my boyfriend about this." 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 10



"Don't worry, I won't tell him either." I said pleasantly as I shook her hand. "Shall we go check on those two?" 

She nodded and waited while I pulled out of her. We used a small sink to wash ourselves off and then got dressed again, although I noticed Vicki declined to put her underwear back on. We exited the employee room back through the lounge she had initially brought me to and then found the change room where Lynn and Brenda were ensconced. Using a small key, Vicki unlocked the door and we went inside, finding Lynn and Brenda still entwined. 

Brenda seemed a little shocked and panicked for a moment at the sight of us, but Lynn just smiled warmly, her face still over her lover's pussy. 

"Mmmm, did you two enjoy the show?" she purred, stroking a single nail up and down Brenda's slit slowly. 

"It was quite spectacular, as I've come to expect when you're involved." I replied, grinning at her. Lynn smiled slyly at Vicki. "He has a nice cock, doesn't he?" 

Vicki nodded. "I'll be sad to see it go." 

Lynn now sat up. "Sweetheart, Brenda's married, but she should at least feel how nice your cock is inside her for just a moment. I want to suck your cum out of your friend if you don't mind..." 

I nodded and helped her up. She led Vicki over to one of the chairs and sat her down, pushing up her skirt and spreading her legs. Leaning in, she began lapping at the slick lips before sliding her tongue inside. Vicki caressed her head and moaned gently at the treatment. 

I helped Brenda to her feet and led her to the other chair. She seemed nervous, which was understandable, but also determined to go through with this uncharacteristic debauchery. 

"I... have a condom in my purse," she said quietly. "If we're going to do this, I don't just want to feel you inside me for a moment, I want to fuck, okay?" 

"As you wish." I said agreeably. She poked her head out of the dressing room for a moment to make sure no one would see her and then dashed behind the counter to retrieve something. She returned with a condom which she gave to me before she knelt and bent herself over the other chair inside the room. 

"I'm sorry, I might not be able to look at you or anything," she murmured. "But please, I do want to do this." 

I nodded and took down my pants. I was still hard from earlier, since I figured the fucking would not end if Lynn was involved and slipped on the condom. To be honest, it felt rather odd to wear one, since I'd not done so since I began fucking Lynn. I now sidled up behind Brenda and took hold of her hips. She may have been nervous, but she was clearly still aroused and glistened wetly. 

I gently eased inside of her and she groaned. She had a small pussy and I filled her up easily, stretching her quite a bit. 

"Oh, ow, you're a lot bigger than my husband," she hissed, trembling. "Unh, keep going..." 

I began stroking back and forth slowly, letting her adjust. She breathed heavily as she acclimated to the feel of me inside her. 

"Oh my God, that's good..." she said under her breath, beginning to move back against me. I leaned forward and began massaging her breasts while I fucked her, causing her to moan and squirm. It occurred to me that she was not going to last very long so I decided to make sure she really enjoyed herself. I gripped her firmly and pushed my cock in and out of her, causing her to shudder and groan, quickly moving to panting as my cock invaded her. 

"Holy shit!" she rasped as her back arched. "It feels like you're tearing me apart!" 

She bucked backward against me and then went rigid. She gritted her teeth and then began cumming. Though I knew I would not cum myself because it had been over too quickly, I was pleased by how wet she became as she burst, her sticky effluence glistening on our thighs. She thrust back against me, squirming and pumping her hips eagerly as her body squirmed and shuddered. Finally she collapsed against the chaise she was leaning on and sighed deeply. 

"Well done, lover..." Lynn said cheerfully, as she looked out from between Vicki's legs. "I'd say you've given her a tip to remember..." 

Lynn now made me stand and brought all the other two girls close so that they were all kneeling in front of me. They took turns sucking my cock, an exhilarating feeling that lasted until I groaned and shot my cum down Lynn's eager throat. Vicki and Brenda then licked my shaft clean while Lynn caressed their behinds. Finally we were done and got dressed. I waited patiently while the two attendants helped her pick out and package some lingerie she wanted and we were on our way after Lynn got their numbers. Just in case we were ever in Chicago again and looking to play. 

We continued our walk down the street, with Lynn beaming one of her megawatt smiles. Clearly she had enjoyed herself immensely. She stopped us at other stores and we sat down in a small cafe for some tea and dainties. Lynn smiled slyly as she told me that I would love the various outfits she had picked out for herself over the past two days. There were several times during our sojourn where one of us pulled the other into an alley or another remote location so that we could kiss fervently and express a burning mutual desire that seemed to know no bounds. 

Finally we returned to our posh hotel and Lynn was eager to show me what she had bought. She smiled at me devilishly. 

"You up for a little roleplay, sexy?" she asked, removing her leather jacket and then her skirt. Soon she was clad only in her heroic bra and barely-there thong panties. 

"With you that can only be incredibly naughty fun." I replied. "Suit up and I'll be making drinks. I promise not to peek." 

Having said that, I made my way to the kitchenette and began making some martinis. True to my word, I did not peek, even though Lynn chose to get changed in the main living room rather than the bathroom or some other remote location. 

"Pardon, monsieur, you asked for maid services, non?" came a lilting voice behind me. I turned and smiled widely. Lynn was dressed in an exquisite French maid outfit that had a very low-cut neckline and a remarkably abbreviated ruffled chiffon skirt. She smirked as she posed sexily, holding a small feather duster. 

"Mais oui." I replied as I stepped forward, holding a martini in each hand and offering her one. 

"Oh, mais arrete monsieur," she said, looking a little surprised and fluttering her feather duster in feigned agitation. "We must not, I am merely ze help. What would your wife say?" 

"That she's relieved someone else is finally taking over and giving her a break," was my answer, still advancing. She backed up, seeming apprehensive. Before long I had backed her up against the plush couch and she was caught. She looked at the floor, somehow blushing. "Come now, I make an excellent martini. All my other maids have said so." 

Her eyes flashed up at me and her mouth had a tight set to it. "Other maids?" 

"Yes, they... couldn't fill the positions I required." I said, smiling evilly. 

She blushed and looked away again but took the martini glass from my hand. She took a sip and looked up at me. 

"What... expectations does monsieur have of me?" she asked somewhat nervously. "Ze agency said you were a model client for... for... zis is so unprofessional, to be consorting like zis, non?" 

"I reward loyal employees well," was my reply, moving a little closer and taking a sip of my own martini. She looked up at me, her eyes glinting in anticipation of my response. "Good pay, time off and... benefits..." 

"Oh, tell me more, s'il-vous-plait..." she said as she took another drink. 

I moved even closer now but she showed no signs of hesitation. "Certain close members of my staff are assigned other duties they seem to have enjoyed immensely." 

"And zese staff members, zey have all been les femmes, oui?" she asked, smirking a little. 

"Definitely," I agreed, nodding. "Paid well for services rendered and-" 

"Oh, monsieur," she interrupted, suddenly looking disdainful. "I am a skilled professional, a master of my craft, and what you speak of would make little more zan a well-kept poule, non?" 

"Well it would hardly do to hire you on if I knew nothing of the skills you brought to the table, would it?" I countered. "So, madame, what-" 

"Mam'selle," she corrected, looking at me over the rim of her martini glass as she took another sip. 

"Very well," I continued. "What valuable assets and special skills would you bring to work with you?" 

She smiled and put down her glass on a small side table and turned away. She wiggled a short distance over to another table and bent over, beginning to dust it. Her pert and unbelievably perfect ass peeked out from beneath her ruffled skirt, barely contained in sheer black panties. She looked over her shoulder at me and smirked before walking slowly around the table and then leaning in to dust again, giving me a magnificent view of her cleavage at it threatened to spill out of the form-fitting top. 

"Impressive," I said agreeably as I watched her. "What else should I know?" 

She stood and sauntered over to me and knelt primly, looking up expectantly. "Does monsieur need any... personal attention? I would be remiss if I did not make sure his home environment was relaxing, non?" 

I nodded and she reached forward and expertly undid my belt and then the zipper on my jeans, pulling them down over my thighs. She rubbed her palms slowly over my boxers, biting her lip as she did so. She then pulled my underwear down, revealing my cock, which was swelling but I willed not to get hard. Not just yet. 

With the delicate lace gloves on her hands, she traced her fingers up and down its length, causing it to flutter pleasantly. Gently she took hold of me and began to move her hand back and forth, leaning in to let her warm breath pass over my member. Almost against my will I began to grow hard, so expert were her ministrations. 

Then she kissed me, the tip of her tongue swirling around the engorged head, followed by her lips and I shuddered. She slowly took my cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down its length, her wet lips forming a delightful seal. She hummed as she sucked on me, her hand following closely behind. 

She then stood and took hold of my shaft, leading me over to the couch I had originally trapped her against. She brought me behind it and with a coy smile made me lean back so that my now-raging erection pointed out in front of me. Without a word, she turned around and sidled back against me, rubbing her ass cheeks onto my cock. 

"Mmmmmm, does monsieur approve?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me, still bumping her cheeks into my groin. She certainly knew how to make a man wild with desire. 

I took gentle hold of her ass and massaged, pulling the perfect cheeks apart and allowing my iron-hard cock to slide between them, the throbbing head dragging over her pink little pucker. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly. 

Then, without another word, she pulled away from me, knelt and pulled up my pants, leaving my raging hard-on constrained within the barrier. She stood up, winked at me and disappeared into the bathroom. I stood there in silence for several moments, stunned and almost unable to move. I finally took a deep breath and closed my eyes, massaging my face with my hands to try and focus. 

Whatever she had planned next, I didn't intend to make it easy for her. I turned and went to the sink and ran my hands under the cold water, my cock eventually settling down. I took several deep breaths to clear my mind and leaned against the counter. 

"Sorry, sir," chimed her lyrical voice. "Am I late again?" 

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and turned around to see what she had done now- she stood not far away, dressed in an impossibly daring schoolgirl outfit. The tartan skirt was red and so short that it left the bottom of her pert ass cheeks exposed. Her white shirt was knotted at her midriff and her breasts were splitting the garment to almost bursting. The girls' school blazer she wore was dark blue with a crest on the right side. She wore white thigh-high socks and chunky prep-school shoes with a slender dagger heel. She smiled innocently as she swirled her tongue around a lollipop. 

She had also put her hair up in pigtails, completing the erotic mystique. My eyes must have been wide open because her own glinted in triumph at my reaction. 

"I'm afraid I've been a bad girl, sir..." she cooed in a pouty voice as she slinked on over to me, still rolling her wicked tongue around the candy. "I am late... I didn't do my homework..." 

She now stood in front of me and looked up into my eyes. Standing up on her toes, she leaned in and whispered in my ear. 

"Do you want to know why I didn't do my homework and why I was late, sir?" she breathed quietly. 

"Tell me," I said in a firm voice, having finally comeback to myself. "Tell me everything." 

"Because I have been messing around with some of the other girls at night, sir..." she answered, her lips almost pressed to my ear. "And sometimes... sometimes we get naked and do things to ourselves and one another while thinking of you..." 

She now stepped down and looked almost remorseful. "You're not mad, are you sir?" 

"Even if I am not mad, we have rules and you have broken them, young lady," I said sternly. "We cannot flout discipline." 

"Am... am I to be punished, sir?" she asked in a slightly tremulous voice. "I want to do well in your classes, sir..." 

She now pressed her hips gently into mine and looked up at me. "I would do anything for a passing grade, sir..." 

In one corner of the suite was a large and ornate desk, dark wood with leather accents and brass nails. I pointed to it and she hung her head and walked slowly toward the imposing piece of furniture, as if she knew what was coming next. I followed just behind, captivated by the sway of her hips and ass beneath that skirt. 

She stopped at the desk and leaned back against it, looking at me expectantly. "What punishment does sir have in mind for me?" she asked. 

"The only kind a defiant girl like yourself seems to understand," I answered, my tone authoritarian. "Turn around and lean forward." 

She nodded and turned to face the desk, bending somewhat at the waist. The skirt rode up, exposing still more of her perfect ass. The little minx wasn't wearing any panties this time. I stood next to her and drew up her skirt a little more, leaving her completely exposed. She shivered slightly in anticipation. 

"If this is the only way to get through to you, young lady, then so be it." I declared as I raised my left hand and gave her a swift but controlled swat across one cheek. She gasped a little and bit her lip. 

"Yes, sir..." she whispered, daring to look back at me and see what I planned to do next. 

I swatted the same cheek again and she whimpered, sticking the lollipop in her mouth, as if to satisfy a sudden oral craving or stifle any unnaturally loud sounds she might be about to make. I slapped her cheek and she grunted and leaned forward, putting down the sucker and resting her weight on her hands. Her eyes were closed as she prepared for the next strike. 

I cracked my hand across both cheeks a little bit harder and she shuddered and arched her back, a gasp followed by a moan escaping her. Her silken cheeks were slightly red and clearly she was enjoying it. 

"I am a bad girl, sir..." she dared to say quietly. "I think I- ah!" she squeaked as my hand smacked her again. "I hope you can make me behave sir! Ohhhhhh, sir..." 

She now leaned forward onto her arms, burying her face in them. I smacked her three more times, watching her body shiver in delight. 

"Have you punished me enough, sir?" she asked in a muffled voice while her ass wiggled invitingly. "Am I a good girl now?" 

I knelt down behind her and began to massage her stinging cheeks, causing her to moan. I moved them in gentle round circles, splitting them and showing exactly how aroused she was by all this roleplay. Her pussy gleamed wetly, the lips pliant and yielding as I moved her ass about. 

"Such lewd and wanton behaviour..." I said in a disapproving tone. "It is not befitting a young woman. If you are to be saved from these demons, then I must take action, seemingly." 

I stood and then turned her around forcefully, pushing her against the desk. She was breathing heavily and her eyes glinted as I asserted myself over her. She spread her legs slightly as I stood close, her glistening slit just peaking from beneath the pleated plaid skirt. 

"Lie on the desk," I commanded. "On your back, girl. You need to reflect on your actions." 

Lynn nodded and clambered onto the desk, making sure I get several good views of her ass and pussy as she did so. She prostrated herself and stared at the ceiling, waiting to see what I would do. Her magnificent breasts heaved beneath the tight shirt she wore. 

Without another word I reached down and took her by the shoulders, pulling her head and most of her neck off the desk toward me. I then undid my pants and dropped them around my knees along with my boxers. Taking my cock in hand, I pressed the swollen head against her lips, tracing them back and forth. She closed her eyes and hummed as I teased her. Over her cheeks and nose and across her face before I returned to her mouth, which her tongue licked at eagerly. 

I pressed the head to her lips and she began to kiss it, letting me control the pace and not daring to do anything I had not commanded. Slowly her tongue came around and swirled around the purple head and I sunk my cock a little farther into her mouth. She moaned and hummed at the intrusion, welcoming it. Her own hands began to wander down her body. 

"Did I say you could do that?" I asked firmly. Her hands returned to her sides, clearly wanting to do something, anything, but now unable to. 

I pushed my cock farther into her mouth and she groaned around it, her neck dropped over the side of the desk. I slid my shaft down her throat and then pulled back. Her lips kissed greedily at my cock as it left and then formed a perfect seal around it as I slid back down. 

Wanting to see her breasts, I reached over and loosened her blouse, exposing them. She shuddered but otherwise remained still, thrilling in our little game. I game them a good squeeze and she groaned involuntarily around my cock. She keened in pleasure and pain as I squeezed and pulled on her nipples, just how she liked it. 

I moved my hips back and forth, slowly at first but gaining speed as she sucked my cock eagerly. Her hands, still at her sides, clenched and flexed desperately, eager to service but commanded to do nothing, building her anticipation to almost unbearable levels. 

Without warning I took her body and pulled her lengthwise to the desk, her legs now hanging over the side. I parted and knelt between them, pushing her skirt up to reveal her dripping pussy. Lynn was practically trembling in need but I decided to torment her a little longer. My lips and tongue ran up and down her slit and she whimpered and moaned. It almost sounded like she was crying. 

"Sir..." she said in a quavering voice. "Oh God..." 

I snaked my tongue up and down, occasionally parting her netherlips but never fulling entering her. Her fingers gripped at the rich leather surface of the desk or along the wooden sides, almost clawing. It occurred to me that she might damage the furniture at this rate so I had better not torture her for too long. 

Without any warning I slid my middle finger deep inside her pussy. Lynn shuddered, arched her back and moaned, pressing her hips up and squeezing the finger as tight as she could. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 10



"Oh, yes sir... ohhhhhhh..." 

I kept stroking my finger in and out of her quim as I stood and then positioned my cock against her. I started sliding my engorged head up and down her pussylips, eliciting an almost incoherent whining sound from my wayward 'student'. 

"Pleeeeeeease..." she begged, her voice trembling. 

I nodded and sunk my cock deep inside her with one push. Lynn groaned loudly, her body beginning to squirm and writhe almost uncontrollably. I took hold of her hips and began making a series of powerful thrusts into her. Their previous command forgotten, her hands now moved to her breasts, squeezing and tweaking them as I fucked her. She gyrated her hips in time with my thrusts, squeezing my cock deep inside her ferociously. I don't think she had ever felt this tight before. She was incredibly aroused, obviously. 

I now took both her legs and pulled them up, pressing them together and holding them against my chest. I thrust in and out of her strongly, my hips smacking against her firm ass. Lynn gasped and panted as my cock invaded her, this new position making her even tighter as her thighs squeezed in around me. 

"Oh God, fuck me, sir..." she rasped, still fondling and almost mauling her breasts. "Oh fuck... yes... fuck this bad girl, sir..." 

My thighs slapped against her as I drove my cock home deep inside. I then pulled her legs apart and held them wide, leaving her shamelessly exposed. I watched as my cock took the long, powerful strokes in and out of her, filling her gooey, clenching pussy. The sticky inner lips pulled back and forth along my shaft as I fucked her. The noises we made were intoxicating. Lynn keened and bit at one of her finger knuckles, her back arching. 

"Still naughty and wanton, are we?" I said in my stern tone. Without warning I slapped her pussy and she gasped and shuddered. I then rolled her over onto her stomach leaving her bent over the edge of the desk. Before she could adjust, I had pinned her down and speared my cock home deep inside her. She groaned gutturally and tried to squirm but I pushed her down, keeping her immobile. My fingers snaked into her hair and clenched a fistful of it and she hissed. 

My other hand took her left leg and raised it, resting it on the desktop next to her body. The angle of penetration changed and Lynn almost wept in pleasure. I thrust up inside her while pulling back on her hair. She grunted and arched her neck, looking back at me through fluttering eyes, glassy with lust. She squirmed her ass back against me in circles, clenching her tight tunnel around my shaft. 

My hands now moved under her blazer and came to her heaving breasts, which I released from the confines of her shirt and massaged, pulling, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her breath came in shuddering gasps at my touch. She pushed on her hands, lifting her chest off the desk as she ground back against me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she moaned through clenched teeth. 

I pulled her back against me, her lower body still pinned to the desk. I griped her chin and cheeks in my hand and brought her mouth to mine. Our tongues tangled as we kissed feverishly. Lynn was so aroused that she was almost drooling. Feeling her tight against pressing against me while I fucked her pussy, I distracted her by biting her lower lip and tugging on it while giving one of her breasts a good, hard squeeze. 

In the moment she was distracted, I pulled out of her tight tunnel and pushed my cock forcefully into her ass. Lynn cried out and twisted in shock, not ready for the invasion. I held her tight as I slid all the way into the hilt. Her whole body was shaking as if she was having a seizure. 

"Uhhhhhhhh, my ass!" she wailed, tears now streaming down from her glistening blue eyes. "You're going to destroy it, sir! My fucking ass!" 

"Naughty!" I snarled and cracked her across one of her magnificent cheeks. She squealed and whimpered, writhing as I held onto her. Without regard for her position, I continued to pump in and out of her tight knot, which stretched almost beyond her endurance. I smacked her again and she sobbed as I fucked her. 

"Oh God..." she wept. "Sir... I.." 

She almost screamed and I covered her mouth with a hasty kiss to muffle the noise. Her body twisted and contorted as she came. I held her tight to me as my cock began to pulse and squirt inside her, filling her ass with my cream. Lynn's tongue plunged into my mouth greedily, even as her ass gripped my cock, rippling along its length. Her wetness covered my thighs while we came together. 

Lynn collapsed forward onto the desk, trembling like a leaf in a stiff wind. Still inside her ass, I caressed and massaged her gently, letting her try to relax. It almost sounded like she was crying quietly, but knowing her now as I did, I realized this was not a negative thing. After so many years of sexual repression and no outlet, these were quite likely tears of fulfillment and joy. I could now hear her murmuring to herself as she buried her face in her arms but I could not make out what she was saying. My hands stroked slowly up and down her spine, comforting her. 

Some minutes later, Lynn looked back at me, her eyes reddish and glistening. She hadn't been wearing any mascara or makeup so there were only tear streaks on her pretty face. She looked beautiful and my heart pounded in my chest. 

"That was so perfect, Michael..." she said softly. "I needed that so badly and you were utterly perfect. I couldn't have asked for more." 

She put her face back in her arms and took several more deep breaths, composing herself. When she looked back up, she was smiling cheerfully and her eyes were bright, even though her cheeks were still red (both sets of cheeks). 

"You have no idea what a relief and a release that can be for a girl, Michael," she mentioned. "Sometimes a good violation is what a strong woman needs." 

She now pushed her arms forward on the desk and stretched back, squirming her ass against me. We both moaned in pleasure as my cock reached deep inside her. Lynn moved her behind in gentle circles, humming in pleasure before standing and gingerly removing me from her knot. She then turned around and hugged me close, her face next to mine. Her breath was sweet like the lollipop she had been sucking on. 

"What would you say to a shower, my love?" she asked in a quiet voice. "I think we should cleanse ourselves and get ready what whatever the night may bring, yes?" 

I nodded and led her to the bathroom where we slowly undressed one another. She was moving somewhat gingerly and I allowed her to take her time. Whatever discomfort she might have felt, though, she certainly did not let it impede her from proving her normal, wanton self in the shower. She was holding me close, grinding her slippery body against mine. She kissed my skin, whispering against me and caressing my form gently. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it until I came again. She swallowed my offering eagerly as she knelt between my legs, her eyes locked with mine. 

Finally cleansed, we got out of the shower and dried ourselves. We lay down on the bed, holding one another close, just content to feel the other people's presence. Lynn dozed off, clearly worn out from her exertions throughout the day. I let her sleep and caressed her air until my eyes shut and I slumbered with her, content. 

I felt her stirring and grinned as she opened her eyes. She touched my face, smiling beautifully and leaning in to give me a peck on the lips. She looked at the time and sighed in a somewhat forlorn tone. 

"I could easily spend all day in bed with you," she murmured. "I don't want to do anything except fuck and fuck and fuck when you're with me." 

I shrugged. "That's pretty much all we do regardless of whether we're in bed or not, may I point out. You and I just love to fuck everywhere and almost get caught, seemingly." 

"Hm, true," she mused, admitting the contention. "I do love doing naughty things in just about any location. God knows I wouldn't have met you and we wouldn't be doing this if I didn't." 

I pulled her close and she giggled as she cuddled to me, happy to be in my arms. "It may sound weird but one day I want to try a naughty roleplay where we pretend we're a brother and sister. School-age, you know? The two of us fucking and trying to not get caught?" 

"Sounds sexy, I'm in." I replied easily. She giggled in delight and kissed me all over my chest before rising to a kneeling position and stretching, her lovely breasts jutting out proudly in front of her. She smiled at me as she caressed them before turning her gaze to the clock. 

"Goodness, that time already?" she exclaimed. "What shall we do for a late lunch or early dinner?" 

We discussed possibly going out but admitted we were feeling lazy and just wanted to stay at the hotel. That meant either having food brought to the room or trying out one of the other restaurants attached to the hotel. Eventually we agreed to put forth a modicum of effort, put on some clothes and dine downstairs. We chose the fusion cuisine establishment and enjoyed ourselves. Lynn kept sliding her foot under the table and along my inner thigh, teasing my cock. 

Eventually she excused herself to visit the bathroom and disappeared for a few minutes. Not long after she had left, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. Never one to be boring, Lynn had positioned herself inside one of the roomy stalls inside the women's lavatory and was taking pictures of herself, along with videos. I turned the volume down on my phone and watched intently. She spread her legs wide and filmed herself peeing and then fingering her pussy, making sure I could see how wet her inner pink was. 

She finally returned to the table, just in time for the main course, a naughty smirk on her face. 

"Enjoy the show?" she purred as she sipped at her glass of champagne, looking at me over the rim. 

"You know I did, you vixen," I replied easily and meaning every word of it. "I am rapidly losing my ability to think about anything except you these days." 

She smiled warmly at the heartfelt compliment and ran her toe along my inner thigh again. Dessert was finished and we walked around the hotel for a little while, visiting the gift shops and just observing the décor. Lynn finally suggested we return to our suite and I followed willingly. 

"I can't wait to try our brother-sister roleplay" she purred, stroking her finger up my arm as we entered our room. "I was an only child, I never had any sort of kink to work out there." 

"I'm looking forward to it as well," I said easily. "God knows, if you'd been my sister I'd have been fucking you all the time." 

"Mmmmm, thinking about us fucking and hiding it from our parents gives me tingles," Lynn said breathily. "You sure know how to bring out the perv in me, my love." 

We stopped and kissed in the middle of our suite, hungry to feel and taste one another. We stopped short of fucking, but only by an act of sheer will. I picked her up and spun her about in a circle in the middle of the suite and she giggled and held on tight. 

"I'm thinking let's stay in," I used, putting her down and holding her steady so she regained her equilibrium. "I'm sure we can find ways to amuse ourselves." 

She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Meaning you've already got something figured out. Alright, I'm game. "Let's stay in, my love." 

She led me to the couch and sat me down, disappearing into the bedroom for a few minutes and them returning, dressed in another scandalous schoolgirl outfit, this one with an even shorter skirt. She turned on some vaguely punk music and began dancing for me, finally ending up on my lap, squirming her hips against me. We were both enjoying ourselves when someone knocked on our door. 

Lynn looked offended at the door and walked alongside me petulantly as I went to answer it. "The nerve of some people," she groused, apparently planning to give whoever was at the door a piece of her mind. "Interrupting our-" 

I opened the door and there stood Eileen, blinking as she noticed what Lynn was wearing. 

"Well, apparently I'm late for the party," she mused. "Couldn't wait, hm?" 

Lynn turned and smirked at me. "So this is why we stayed in, hm? Best plan ever, sport." 

She took Eileen by the hand almost yanked her inside the door, which she then closed. Wasting no time, she pulled the new arrival tight against herself and began kissing her hungrily. Eileen made no demur and reciprocated, tongues exploring hungrily as they removed one another's clothes. They were naked within moments, hands wandering and caressing. 

"Mmmmm, we haven't forgotten about you, my love..." Lynn purred, smiling at me. Both women turned and began peeling off my clothing, kissing and nipping at my skin as it was exposed to them. Once they had pulled my pants down, they attacked my cock in tandem, taking turns sucking on it willfully while the other slid their tongue along the shaft or fondled my balls. I soon had a raging hard-on and wanted to fuck them both in half. 

"So what to do with our big, gifted boy..." Eileen mused as she stroked her hand up and down my shaft while Lynn used her lovely mouth. "I think we both want to get on him, but who goes first?" 

"Let's tease him a little more and then decide," Lynn said breathily. "Help me lay him down..." 

They then rested me on the floor and Lynn positioned herself in a crabwalk over my thighs, her pussy against my cock, the lips split by the shaft. Sensing what Lynn had in mind, Eileen took up a similar position over my hips, her pussy also pressed to my shaft. With their pussies now on either side of my throbbing member, they began to snake their slippery netherlips up and down its length, their lips sliding against one another around it. Both girls moaned in pleasure as they slithered and writhed shamelessly. It felt absolutely unreal, my cock completely covered in their sticky wetness, tortured by their sexplay. Clits throbbed against my engorged head and lips split around the erect rod. 

My hands ran up and down Eileen's back as she ground and slithered against Lynn and I. She moaned and shivered as Lynn squirmed back heatedly. I was almost in agony and could take no more, so I took hold of Eileen and pulled her down on top of me, her back to my chest. Before she could move, I hooked my legs around hers, pinning her and slid my cock deep inside her pussy. She shuddered and moaned loudly, her tight tunnel squeezing me. Lynn clambered on top of us, settling her own gooey slit down on top of Eileen's and began grinding back and forth, her pussy rubbing against Eileen's as well as my cock as it plunged in and out of the dark-haired girl. 

Lynn leaned down and began tormenting Eileen's breasts, kissing, licking, sucking and biting on them, tugging at the nipples with her teeth and eliciting gasps of pleasure at the delicious sting she caused. She ground her hips in time with my thrusts into Eileen, the three-way fucking propelling all of us into a world of intoxicating pleasure. 

"Gnnnnnn, fuck!" Eileen rasped as she squirmed, sandwiched between us. "You two're gonna fucking kill me! Fucking give it to me, make me scream!" 

Lynn and I went at it with a will, almost mauling the dancer girl's body, my cock pounding her mercilessly while Lynn squirmed and writhed, continuing her relentless assault on Eileen's breasts. She was covered in sweat and shuddering, all composure gone as all three of us neared the brink... 

Lynn kissed Eileen hastily as she shrieked in pleasure, her body wrecked with ecstasy as I pumped my cum into her. Lynn moaned as Eileen bit her tongue while she came, her own sticky offering bathing Eileen's blossoming pussy and my cock. Eileen was shaking like she was having a seizure, her pussy clenching me tightly as I filled her. 

Panting and exhausted, we all collapsed together, limbs trembling from the intensity of our mutual orgasm. My cock was still buried inside Eileen and Lynn lay on top of us, caressing the younger woman and kissing her. 

"Holy shit..." Eileen whispered in a shaky voice, her body still recovering. "Want to fucking marry you two..." 

Lynn giggled and kissed her. "Well hopefully we didn't use you up already, we have a long night planned. Can you play sleepover with us?" 

"Mmmmm, I'd love to." Eileen purred, seeming to regain some control of her limbs. "Haven't had an offer that good in... well, ever." 

We slowly untwined ourselves and poor Eileen tried to stand, her elbows shaking as she did so. Lynn cheerfully helped her to her feet, taking plenty of opportunities to cop a feel while she was as it. She led the brunette over to a chair and sat her down before kneeling between her legs and parting them. She smiled slyly as she leaned in and began licking Eileen's pussy gently, lapping at our mixed cum. 

"Mmmmm, flavour of the month winner," she murmured as she tongued the wet, gooey slit. "I wish we could keep her, Michael." 

Eileen purred and shivered while Lynn ministered to her womanhood for some time before she stretched and giggled. "Ooh, gotta pee..." 

Lynn looked up and smiled. "Really?" 

Without another word, she took Eileen by the hand and hauled her off to the bathroom. I looked on in amusement until she frowned at me. "You waiting for an engraved invitation, your lordship? Get in here already. Can't do this without you..." 

I shrugged and followed the girls into our spacious bathroom, Eileen still looking somewhat perplexed. She made no demure but seemed confused as Lynn got her into the shower and made her sit with her legs spread. 

"Okay, now what?" Eileen asked. "Am I just supposed to go while you two stare at me?" 

Lynn replied by sitting down opposite Eileen and scissoring their legs, pressing their pussies together. 

"Now just go, love..." she purred, her eyes glinting with desire. "Trust me on this..." 

Eileen adapted readily enough, knowing to trust Lynn and I in matters of debauchery, seemingly. She squirmed around for a few moments and then sighed as she began to pee, splashing her offering all over Lynn's waiting pussy. Lynn shivered in delight and returned the favour, her golden stream meeting Eileen's and bathing the brunette's slit as well. They both moaned and pressed harder against one another as they did their business. 

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss..." Eileen murmured. "A new perversion for me... fuck, this is naughty..." 

"It gets better, my love, trust me." Lynn said softly as she rose to her knees and pulled Eileen to herself. Their wrapped their arms around one another kissing deeply, breasts squashed together as their tongues snaked around one another. 

Lynn broke the kiss and smiled wickedly at Eileen. "Now press your tits against mine as hard as you can." 

"Ooh, my pleasure!" giggled the dark-haired beauty, arching her back and letting head fall backwards as she pressed her boobs into Lynn's. I was already standing over them when Lynn looked up at me and winked. I took hold of my cock and released myself, my streaming arcing down to splatter across their squashed breasts. Eileen's eyes went wide and she gasped in surprise, looking on in shock as she realized what was happening. A look of delirious delight crossed her face as she accepted the offering joyfully. 

"Oh, God, you two are so damn perverted!" she laughed in rapture. "You're my fucking sex god and goddess! Everything is so amazing with you two!" 

She mashed her mouth to Lynn's and kissed her savagely, the two women wrapping their arms around one another as the flames of desire consumed them. I reached over and turned on the water, allowing the dual heads to beat down on them. Lynn looked at me, wanting to know if I was coming in but I shook my head. I wanted to watch these two fuck one another raw. 




My Naughty Neighbour Ch. 10



"Ever had a pussy-pounding contest, slut?" Lynn said in a challenging voice to her lover. 

"So we what, slam our junk together and try to make the other submit or cum?" Eileen asked, her eyes flashing with lust. Lynn nodded. 

"You're on, old lady," she declared defiantly. "May the mightiest cunt win." 

She had barely finished the statement before Lynn grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her forward, jamming her mouth to Eileen's, kissing her hard. They grappled on to one another, bodies now pressed close as they kissed feverishly, seeking advantage. This was not gentle or even playful lovemaking, this was hard, merciless fucking, to make the other person cum with sheer force. 

Eileen moaned as Lynn's fingernails dug into her soft breasts, even as the blonde's pussy began squirming into her own. She responded in kind, her hands squeezing Lynn's huge tits and eliciting a groan of discomfort and delight. Lynn pulled on Eileen's hair, yanking her head back and making her keen. The younger woman responded by pinching her opponent's clit. 

They tussled and writhed, vying for advantage for several seconds before they both fell back on their hands, pressing their pussies together before beginning to bump them- not squirming or grinding, but a hard, thrusting motion. The soggy smack of their netherlips meeting was soon replaced by the thud of their hips cracking into one another, legs scissored as they tried to batter one another into submission. 

They both groaned, panted and yelped, their sexplay more of a duel now than anything. Lynn hissed through clenched teeth as she propped herself on one hand and slapped her palm across Eileen's tits with the other. The brunette gasped and slapped back, causing Lynn to almost snarl and begin pounding her pussy even harder into her rival's. Eileen was squeezing her eyes shut, trying to focus past the pain and turn the tables on Lynn. She pinched her clit again, causing Lynn to shudder and whimper. 

"God... damn... it..." Eileen rasped, pressing her hips forward, her pussy to Lynn's now, hoping for a even a brief respite from the brutal beating, but Lynn drew back, her eyes flashing with determination. "Forget it, missy!" she hissed as she began to pummel her quim into Eileen's again. "No rest for the wicked!" 

"Fuck!" Eileen wailed, having no choice but to pound her crotch into Lynn's again and hold on for dear life. The water beat down on them, the wet slapping noises all I could hear aside from their laboured breathing. Both girls were gasping and wimpering, trying to hold on just a little bit longer until the other could take no more. 

"Say it, bitch..." Lynn hissed, her fingernails digging into Eileen's now red and swollen breast. "Say you give or I'll shatter your fucking cunt right here and now..." 

"Jesus fucking fuck, I give!" cried out Eileen before collapsing backwards in the tub, shuddering as she conceded defeat. Lynn was on her like a tiger, straddling the younger woman, their legs still scissored as she leaned down and kissed her defeated opponent greedily. Eileen seemed almost in a swoon, laying like a dead thing while Lynn did as she pleased to her. 

Seconds later, Lynn could take no more and collapsed back the opposite way, their hips locked, bodies heaving from their exertions. Their pussies, snuggled into one another now, were swollen and a rather unlovely shade of purple from the brutality of their contest. Tears were streaming down Eileen's face, although she did not cry and Lynn's were red and bleary from pain, even though she'd won. 

"She lost, my love," she said to me weakly, the back of her hand against her forehead. "I was going to piss on her, but I don't think I can. Care to pinch-hit for me?" 

I shrugged and looked at Eileen, who looked back up at me with weary, glistening eyes. "Nothing personal, darling," I said as I pointed my cock down at her and let fly. She shivered as I pissed up and down her body, though whether this was in delight or humiliation was unknown to me. I stopped short of her neck, deciding to not napalm her face. In her current condition, if she couldn't move she might drown, and I really didn't want to explain to the hotel why there was a drowned stripper in my suite. 

Once I had finished, I knelt beside the tub and just watched the two of them. Their pussylips continued to get puffier. Clearly they had not held back from ramming their genitals into one another and I'll be damned if I understood what the appeal of that was, at least for the two of them. I mean, sure, I'd enjoyed myself, but I was a spectator and the person who got to dole out the punishment. What was in it for them, no clue. 

Lynn finally began to move and spoke, her voice little more than a weary moan. "God, sweetie, that was... we'll need to do that again some time. You game?" 

"Oh, hell yeah," Eileen said weakly, trying to stir. "Pound you so hard your cunt will crack like cheap china. You're on. In about six months after my moneymaker recovers." 

Lynn giggled while I shook my head. I would never understand women. 

I escorted the two ladies out of the rest room, one leaning on each arm, getting them over to the bed where they laid down gingerly, letting out little gasps of discomfort and muttering as they did so. They snuggled up together, kissing and massaging one another's scratched, tired and aching bodies, war wounds from their carnal duel mere minutes before. 

"Gonna be a while before either of you can fuck now," I mused, still confused about the appeal of that whole incident for them. "You're both swollen up like horny bonobos, and about that colour too." 

Lynn giggled and reached over to swat me, apparently not appreciating my comparing their genitalia to those of perpetually rutting primates. "Don't worry, sport, you've seen how quickly I recover from battering myself senseless with ridiculous objects. I love to fuck way too much to let this sort of thing slow me down for long." 

"You're a fucking lunatic," Eileen muttered, still holding Lynn close. "Or just a succubus. My cunt's gonna be bruised for days, I am not gonna be allowed on stage to dance with something the size and colour of an eggplant between my legs." 

Lynn giggled again. "You're fault for accepting the challenge, whore." 

"Yeah, should've known better," replied Eileen, conceding the point. "Even if I'd won, I'd still be fucked up and walking funny. You two just bring out the shameless slut in me, hardcore. And I love it." 

"I love your hardcore slut, darling," Lynn said, kissing Eileen softly, their tongues tangling slowly. "You're always welcome on my doorstep. I only wish I'd known this about you earlier." 

"Mmmm, ditto," hummed Eileen through the kiss. "I've always had a crush on you, since I met you with Kait." 

They kissed a while longer before parting silently and making room for me between them. I settled into the middle and they both snuggled close, arms across my chest and touching one another on the shoulder. They fell asleep quickly and I allowed myself to drift off, smiling about what the day ahead might have in store for us.