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The Girl Next Door Ch. 01

By: AveryTomDeaconHarry



Chapter 1: Rachel

It all started innocently enough, or so I thought at first, late one morning when I was lying outside by the pool. Summer term had just finished and I wanted to relax so I stayed home and had the whole place to myself while the rest of my family was out doing whatever around town all day. It was a blisteringly hot day so I had decided to go outside and work on my tan.

Then my neighbour's 18 year-old daughter came out of her house about five minutes later, evidently with the same idea as me, to get some sun.

Rachel, the same age as me, was one of the most popular girls in school and had always treated me well even though I thought she was way out of my league.

I'm not a dork, but at the same time I don't think I'm anything special to look at either though I am fairly athletic, medium build, with dark hair and hazel eyes.

But Rachel, she was amazing.

She was captain of the Cheerleaders and absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen anywhere, before or since. She had a tight ass, long toned legs and perfect 38DD breasts (which might be considered a bit large for a cheerleader but with her statuesque figure and astounding beauty they were just right); hers was altogether an incredible body that was often the focus of my bedtime erotic fantasies.

I could just see over the low fence into her garden and I admired her stunning figure as she took her robe off to reveal a pure white g-string bikini. I'm sure I saw her glancing over in my direction a few times and she seemed to be standing in a few provocative poses for my benefit as she laid her towel out on the lounger beside their pool.

Damn she was hot, and double-damn that suit was tiny.

Then she definitely looked over in my direction, smiled and waved at me.

She clasped her hands together over her head and stretched upwards, showing her superb figure off to great advantage, turned round slowly and dived into their pool.

When she climbed out of the pool moments later she looked in my direction again and waved hello a second time.

I waved back, not knowing what would come next, and I wondered about her bikini as it seemed to have changed colour, going slightly darker.

Then she put her hands on her hips with her elbows and shoulders pulled back and called out, 'Hey, Dave, are you just going to stay there on your own all day or come over here and keep me company.' She sat down on the edge of her lounger, obviously waiting for me to join her.

What the hell? I thought, I AM on my own so I might as well have someone to talk to.

And I didn't want to pass up the chance for a closeup view of her amazing figure in that miniscule chameleonic bikini.

Rachel and I have hung out together a few times and we got on quite well with each other so I gathered my things and climbed over the fence. As I approached her she leaned back, put her hands behind her on the opposite edge of the lounger behind her, straightened her legs out and crossed her ankles. I saw that the white bikini top, in addition to being so small it only just covered what it was supposed to, was made of material so thin that it had turned nearly transparent from the water, her skin, nipples and areolae showing through. Her bottoms were so small that I could only see the top edge where they disappeared between her legs.

When I got next door I went to put my towel on a lounger a little way away from Rachel and she exclaimed, 'Not over there silly, that will be in the shade in a few hours, get over here by me,' pointing at the lounger in front of her.

Why was I so nervous I wondered, she obviously expects me to be here for a while?

I moved over, laid down on my back and we began chatting about inconsequential things at first, and then it got more interesting.

'So who are you dating Dave?' Rachel quizzed as she spun round on the lounger and laid down on her back as well.

'No one really,' I replied.

Rachel propped herself up on one elbow, twisting her upper body towards me and pressed on, 'Well who do you like?'

I glanced at her and answered, 'Debbie, but she doesn't even know I exist.'

'Have you told her? I mean, why do guys think girls should know everything?' Rachel proclaimed.

'I just, well, I ah,' I couldn't make any sense. 'I guess I just don't know what is the right thing to say, or do. I've never done it, so I'm just not sure...' I finished in a rush.

Holy crap, did I just admit that I am a virgin to my hot ass neighbour? Yep, I sure did. Rachel covered her face and giggled.

'Well, neither have I, but what's the big deal, its just sex,' she said.

'You only think that because everyone wants to fuck you, Rachel, you don't even have to try to get laid,' I blasted.

It was all to true, she was a knockout and the guys lined up for her.

'Just because people want to fuck me doesn't mean anyone has...yet. These guys in the squad are all mouth and trousers anyway.'

She paused.

'Do you want to fuck me Dave?' Rachel demanded.

I turned my head to look at her again and stammered 'Ah, well, I ah...'.

My voice trailed off as I didn't know what to say, and was a bit distracted by the sight of one of her nipples which had slipped out from under her bikini top.

'You do don't you,' Rachel howled with what seemed to be an approving smile, 'you want to fuck me.'

I could feel my face going red as I nodded.

She noticed my glance down at her exposed nipple and howled again as she tucked it back under her top saying, 'Hey, stop staring at my tits.'

My neighbour Rachel had somehow got me to admit I was a virgin and I lusted after her. Damn, what a fool I am.

Then I realised she had just said she was a virgin as well, twice.

And was she suggesting what I thought she was?

'I need to flip over,' I said, wanting to conceal my growing erection, and turned over to lie on my stomach.

As Rachel laid down on her back again I thought Hang on, if she doesn't want me to look at her tits then why is she wearing that bikini. She must have seen me in the garden before she came outside?

So I looked in her direction again, at her breasts, and thought her nipples seemed to be getting a little swollen...or was that just my imagination seeing what I wanted to see.

Rachel said, 'You better put some sunscreen on Dave, you'll burn up. Here, I'll do it for you.'

Ok, I know, insert sunscreen story here. But this was happening and my god it was great.

As she stood up and walked the few feet to stand next to me I saw her tiny bikini bottoms were shaped like a very narrow and very short oval that, like her top, was only just large enough to cover the minimum of what it should. The wisp of cloth moulded to the shape of her bulging labia which, like her nipples, were so clearly visible through the white material, still soaking from her swim a few minutes earlier, that she might just as well not have been wearing anything at all.

I rested my chin on my hands and Rachel moved round in front of me, knelt down and started spreading the lotion on my shoulders and upper back, my cock growing more as I enjoyed the silky feel of her hands sliding across my skin and the sight of her pussy and nipples in that nearly transparent g-string just inches in front of my face. She moved round to my side, to do my lower back, and when she did the backs of my legs her hands seemed to travel further up the insides of my thighs than seemed necessary, and my cock got harder. Upon finishing, she returned to her lounger and laid on her stomach with her arms at her sides.

Rachel said, 'Ok, would you like to do me now, please?'

We both had a laugh at the not-so-subtle sexual innuendo when I replied, 'Yes, I'd like to do you, but don't you think I'd better put some sunscreen on you first.'

I knelt down next to her and prepared to grease up the single hottest girl I know. Could this really be happening? Well, she was here so I had better get busy and I began spreading the lotion onto her shoulders and across her upper back. Her skin felt electric and I grew increasingly confident with each touch. I had soon covered her shoulders and began on her lower back.

I stared at her ass; I had dreamed of what she looked like naked and here she was, in front of me, in a friggin' tiny string bikini. Lewd thoughts began racing through my mind.

I thought I was done so I started to return to my lounger.

'You missed some of my back Dave,' Rachel said slyly.

'What?' I asked. 'I was trying not to get it on your bikini.'

'Oh, ok. I'll take my top off, then.'

She lifted her hands to her back, untied the knot and dropped the ends of the strings to her sides.

Then she released the knot at her neck as well, propped herself up on one elbow and pulled her bikini top out from under her.

She dropped it on the ground next to me, laid down flat again and rested her head on her hands.

'Right, satisfied? Now do the rest please?' Rachel offered.

Holy shit, I thought to myself as I gazed at her, entranced by the sight of her breasts pressed against the towel covered chair and squeezed out beneath her.

'Come on,' Rachel preached.

I squeezed a small amount of sunscreen onto my hands. Then I did her neck and the part of her back where the strings had been and stopped as I thought that was it.

'You haven't finished, Dave,' she said.

I didn't want to be obvious and just grab her tits so I moved my hands over her sides, not even touching her breasts.

But damn I wanted to.

'There, all done' I said.

'Dave. Come on. You can touch my tits, they won't bite,' Rachel screamed and propped herself up on her elbows.

'Ok,' I said and moved my hands very gingerly over the sides of her breasts where they hung down beneath her. I began covering just a bit more of her breasts with each pass and after a few moments I was caressing the skin close to her nipples.

I forgot I was trying to play it cool and slid my hands under her to cup her breasts, her nipples trapped between my fingers.

Rachel startled me when she moaned from the touch of my hands and I yanked my hands away quickly.

She twisted round, half turning her torso towards me with her hand on her left breast covering her nipple and, laughing, demanded, 'What did you stop for, I was enjoying that? Just for that you can forget about touching my tits and do my legs instead.' She took her hand away from her breast, patted the left cheek of her ass with it and said, 'Don't forget to do my ass as well.'

She made an obvious pretence of being annoyed, flopped down onto her front and lay with her legs apart a little.

I smiled back, thinking how incredible this experience was, and started at her ankles, working slowly up towards her glorious ass. My cock was completely hard by now, hell it was practically aching as my hands approached the tops of her legs.  

Her legs were slightly apart so I did between them, and she moaned again when my fingers passed close to her pussy. I moved up to cover most of her ass, gave the left cheek a squeeze and a pat and said, 'There, all done.' I paused and added, 'Like I said, I don't want to get lotion on your bikini,' not really expecting her to go as far as removing the bottoms too.

'What?' she demanded playfully. 'Surely you don't expect me to take my bottoms off as well, do you?'

I didn't think she would actually do so but I said yes anyway.

'You just want to get me naked, don't you?'

'Mmmm,' I replied.

'Hohkay,' she added in a sweet, "little girl" voice.

I couldn't believe it when she reached down to the knots in the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulled them undone and tugged her bottoms out from under her, dropping them at my feet.

She spread her legs, moving her knees out to opposite sides of the lounger, and said 'Now you can do the rest of my ass, ok.'

I squirted some sunscreen into the small of her back, spread it out around her hips and smoothed it into the crack of her ass, avoiding going too close to her pussy.

Finally I poured some more oil in my right hand and did the very top of her left leg that I avoided before, my index finger just touching the lips of her slit.

I swivelled my hand around, my oily fingers brushing slowly across her labia, and smoothed the lotion over the skin at the top of her right leg.

'Mmmmmm, thankyou,' she said abruptly just as my little finger actually pushed between her labia. 'That'll do, I think...for now anyway.'

'Oh,' I replied, disappointment sounding in my voice.

'Well, if you hadn't stopped doing my tits...'

I returned to my lounger and we lay there in a companionable silence for a while, and I was mentally kicking myself for doing, or rather for not doing, something that might have brought this encounter to a premature end.

But I was still here.

Then she said, 'Dave, you know on a hot day like today you shouldn't spend more than fifteen or twenty minutes on either your front or back?'

'I had heard something like that,' I replied and turned my head to look at her lying just a few feet away, hoping she meant what I thought she did now that she was naked.

She did.

'Well, it's time to turn over then. Here's the bottle for you to put some sunscreen on my front,' and rolled over onto her back, but with her legs together now.

I stood up, moved the few feet to kneel next to her again and looked up and down her stunning naked body lying before me, the sight making my cock grow harder again.

I studied her huge breasts, so firm that they were flattened only very slightly now that she was on her back, noting the slight flush on her chest and her swollen nipples, and let my gaze wander down over her stomach to her smooth pubic mound and glistening labia.

Then I looked back up at her breasts.

She reached out and grabbed my arm, giving it a little shake, and said, 'Hey, you're meant to be putting some sunscreen on me, not staring.' Then she giggled as she covered her pussy with the same hand and added, 'I hope you are going to do my tits properly this time.'

I began putting the sunscreen on, starting with her ams, going up to her shoulders and moving slowly down to her breasts.

She took her hand away from her pussy and clenched her fists at her sides when I smoothed the sunscreen along her deep cleavage and around the underside of her left breast.

'Oooohh yes, that's right,' she said, 'carry on.'

When I began spreading the oil over the rest of her breast with both my hands, her swollen nipple between my finger and thumb, she let her right hand fall over the side of the lounger and onto my knee.

'Oh yes,' she said as I squeezed the oily nipple with my finger and thumb, and responded by squeezing my thigh.

'You like that, do you?'

'Oh, yes, don't stop this time.'

'How about this then?' I said and bent down to suck her right nipple (the one without sunscreen yet), feeling it swell in my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue.

'Ooooooohhh yes, that's better,' she said, put one hand on the back of my head so I couldn't draw away and slid her other hand up my leg towards my cock.

I spread some sunscreen over her right breast, sucked the nipple I had already oiled up (not for very long because I didn't like the taste of the sunscreen) and then did her stomach and hips almost as far as her pubes.

Now I moved sideways to do her legs, starting at her ankles, and edging away from her hand just as the tips of her fingers touched my cock.

I put the lotion on her shins, doing each one up to the knee, and she propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch me.

I looked up at her face when my hands reached her knees, and she smiled and blew me a kiss as my hands moved higher, up the outside of her thighs to her waist.

Then I did the front of her thighs from her waist and down to her knees again.

I paused and looked up at her face; she knew where I was going to put lotion on next.

She smiled and nodded, bent her legs, drawing her feet up to just below her bottom, and slowly moved her knees apart so the soles of her feet were together in a clear invitation for my hands to smooth the oily lotion over the insides of her thighs towards her crotch, which I did.

But I still didn't touch her pussy, instead smoothing the lotion around the outside of the area which had been covered by her bikini bottoms.

She let her head fall backwards, thrusting her magnificent breasts skywards, and shivered when I finally ran my finger up and down between her moist, swollen labia.

'Ohhhhhhh yessss, I do like that. More.'

When I pushed a finger into her pussy and brushed her clitoris with my thumb, she dropped down flat on her back, put her hands on the insides of her knees and pulled her legs further apart.

'More.'

I slipped a second finger inside her to join the first, pushed them deeper and leaned forwards to lick her clitoris with the tip of my tongue; she tasted delicious, even with the faint tang of the lotion.

'Yeeessss, oooohh yessss, just right.'

Her feet were hanging off the edge of the lounger now, the toes of one foot touching my leg.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and put both hands on the sensitive areas on the insides of her thighs, pushing her legs flat. Then I ran my tongue along her slit between her labia from one end to the other and sucked her clitoris, flicking it gently with my tongue.

'Oh, god, I'm nearly cumming already,' and straightened her legs, one foot moving up my thigh until it was pushing against my cock.

She suddenly froze and snapped her head up to look at me, startled by something.

I stopped as well and asked, 'Is something wrong?'

She just carried on feeling my cock with her toes and answered me saying, 'No, I think there is something very right. Stand up.'

'Huh?'

'Stand up.'

Rachel squinted up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun.

Then she shouted, 'Hey, what do we have here?' and reached over to grab my fully erect cock through my bathing suit. 'Holy crap Dave, you're huge,' she screamed with excitement.

'I am?' I asked. Hell, I didn't know. I didn't go around comparing and I was a virgin, so no other female had ever told me.

'How big is it?' Rachel asked.

'I don't know,' I said.

'You never measured it?' Rachel continued as she sat up completely and worked her hand under my trunks to get a better grip on my cock.

'Ah, no.'

'Wait there,' Rachel said.

She stood up and scampered into the house, the sight of her naked form making my cock grow even harder.

When Rachel came back with a ruler a few minutes later she stood just in front of me and spoke, but I was so distracted by the sight of her glorious nudity that I missed what she said.

She put one hand on her hip, taking an indignant stance, and prodded me in the chest with the ruler, having to repeat herself.

'Hello, Dave, wakey wakey. Now go and measure.'

I hesitated and then reached out to take the ruler but the delay had been sufficient for Rachel to think of something else and she suddenly snatched it back.

'I've changed my mind,' she said. 'Take your trunks off and I'll measure it for you.'

'Huh, what?'

'Come on, drop 'em.'

I couldn't believe this was happening but I dropped my trunks as she knelt down at my feet.

'Wow,' she said as she grasped my cock with one hand and held the ruler alongside it with the other.

'Holy crap,' Rachel screamed when she looked closer at the measurement, 'nine inches, you are going to make me very happy with this.'

'Huh, "me"?' I said.

'Stop saying "huh",' she ordered as she dropped the ruler. Then she looked up at me and continued saying, 'Well you said you want to fuck me. You are going to fuck me, aren't you?''

'But I don't know where to start?' I responded.


The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



"I'm going to work. Try not to waste the day."

I mumbled something and turned over. My mum smiled and shook her head.

"Did you hear me", she said" if your father finds out you spent the day in bed he'll have a fit. So, like I said, try not to waste the day."

I heard the front door slam as she went out and tried to go back to sleep but now that I was awake I could see the sun streaming through a chink in the curtains. Well, I thought if I can't sleep indoors I'll try outdoors, maybe even get a bit of a tan.

I pulled a pair of shorts from the drawer and a towel from the bathroom and headed downstairs. It looked like a scorcher and as the garden was south facing I'd get rays all day. I spread the towel on the grass and stretched out. Perfect!

I must have drifted off because suddenly a radio cut through the peace and quiet.

Sitting up I looked across to my right to see who it was disturbing my well-earned rest. At first I couldn't see anything except a towel being shaken out, but then, as it was laid on the floor I saw whom the culprit was. Dawn, the girl from next door, a constant source of irritation since she had moved in with her family 3 years ago. Ever since they had arrived her parents had been coming round to us with their stories of wonderful Dawn. Dawn did this, Dawn won that. Who gives a shit! My parents unfortunately, although she was a year younger than me I was always being reminded how nice and polite she was, how sweet and helpful. Oh well, I rolled over and just tried to ignore her.

"The radio isn't too loud is it?" the question was said in the sort of sickly sweet tone of voice that you would expect from the perfect girl. The sort of voice that said butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

"No" I said, hoping MY tone of voice would kill any further attempts at conversation.

"I will turn it down if you want me to." 

I turned back over to tell her that I didn't give a shit either way but the remark died in my throat. Dawn was standing by the fence in the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen. She had one hand shielding her eyes and the other resting on her hip. This was not the scrawny kid that had moved in. This was a babe! She had grown to about 5 feet 4 inches tall, a bit short really, but perfectly in proportion. That is except for her tits. They looked at least a 40D, a pair that would have looked good on a much taller girl but looked fantastic on her smaller frame. My jaw must have dropped because I saw her smile a little as my gaze travelled down and then back up that gorgeous body.

"Well, do you want me to turn it down?" 

"What? Turn what down?" I sounded like a complete jerk, stammering and stuttering, but I just couldn't help it. She was stunning.

"The radio silly" she giggled, "up or down?"

"What ever you want, I really don't mind."

I was having a tough job keeping my eyes above neck level and I couldn't help notice that her nipples were hard, poking through the silky material of the bikini top.

"OK, I'll leave it up" she said turning back to her towel.

I lay back down and pretended to go back to sleep but really my mind was working overtime. I had to find a way to get another look at those tits. I considered going back in the house and spying from my window, I could even beat off, but I wasn't sure I could see her from there. The thought of her watching me wanking had started to harden my cock and soon I was as stiff as a board. I rolled on to my stomach to hide the bulge in my shorts and started dreaming of things I'd like to do to that amazing pair of tits.

"Hello, sorry to disturb you again, but would you do me a really big favour", she was back at the fence and I quickly put my sunglasses back on so she wouldn't see me staring at her tits. She was holding a bottle of lotion in her hand and had her head cocked to one side, " I don't want to burn my back, would you mind?"

I quickly said it was no problem and as she went to open the back gate I said a silent prayer of thanks. Not only was I going to get another look but this was a chance to get my hands on that lovely body, albeit only her back.

She let me into her garden and as I followed her back to the towel I got my first look at her ass. The pert buttocks were barely covered by the tiny drawstring bikini bottom and I thought again that it was amazing that such a small girl could have such huge melons.

Laying down she told me to be certain and not miss any bits, legs too. Was she kidding, I was going to make sure that I had my hands on as much of this hot little body as possible.

I squirted some lotion on to her leg and smoothed it across her calf, gripping the shapely muscle firmly and pushing from her ankle up to her knee, like wanking a meaty cock, up and down, up and down. A little more lotion on the top of her leg but this time just the tips of my fingers circling across the back of her thigh, dipping towards the centre then back to the outside. I heard a little sigh as she closed her eyes almost seeming to drift off to sleep.

Slowly I worked my way to the edge of her panties, the urge to slip my fingers under the elastic and into her hot pussy was driving me wild, hardening my cock again. Although she was facing away from me I was worried that she would see my hard-on and freak. I quickly finished the other leg, hoping I could get back to my house without her noticing my bulge, and started to get up.

"You haven't done the top, silly" she said, "here, I'll make it easier."

Her hands came around her back and she quickly undid the strings of her top. A large crescent of skin appeared as the side of her boob was uncovered, pushed out to the side as she lay back down. I stared at this wonderful slice of soft white flesh, mesmerised; it wasn't as though I hadn't seen one before but these were something special. The urge to reach out and caress it was driving me crazy. 

"Come on slowcoach, or I'll burn." 

The sound of her voice snapped me out of my daydream and I squeezed the upturned bottle, a stream of white goo, looking so much like spunk that I almost laughed out loud, squirted across her back.

"Wow! That's cold "she said, shivering, an action that seemed to uncover more of her tit and crank my hard-on up another notch on the pain scale. I needed to get out of these shorts and soon. If I didn't do something quick it might well be spunk that covered her back. I smeared the cream across her lower back trying to think of something else, anything.

As I squeezed the bottle again to cover her shoulders it made that fart noise that meant we were out of juice.

"Damn!" she said, " I thought there was enough in the bottle. Never mind there's another one indoors." She pushed herself up and I quickly hugged my knees to stop her seeing the bulge in my shorts. I had forgotten that the strings of her top were undone and obviously so had she. For one brief second it fell forward and I got a perfect view of her tits, they were so huge that even though she was on all fours the nipples were brushing against the towel. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot. 

"Whoops!" she cried, "That was embarrassing." 

She immediately covered herself with her hands and although I could see her blushing there was a glint in her eye that said maybe she hadn't forgotten her top was undone.

"I er well I mean, no need to worry, I didn't see anything", I felt myself blush; " I really should be getting back". This was fast becoming a nightmare. Here I was with a raging boner 2 feet from the most fantastic pair of tits barely held in by the ultimate 'girl-next-door'.

"No!" cried Dawn, " you promised to finish my back".

Before I had a chance to protest she had skipped into the house. While she was gone I made an attempt to rearrange my prick in my shorts so that it wasn't quite as obvious.

"I can't reach it" the voice was coming from the upstairs window, "my mum put it on top of the cabinet and I can't reach."

I looked up to see Dawns sweetly smiling face beaming down at me.

"I'm really sorry but I'm all sticky and I can't reach that high. Would you mind?"

Our houses are the same so I knew where I was going. Inside of the house was a dark blur to my sun drenched eyes and I groped my way up the stairs and turned left into the bathroom. The light was on and I quickly scanned the room looking for Dawn and the other bottle of lotion but I was alone. I walked back onto the landing and heard a voice coming from one of the bedrooms.

"I'm in here" it was Dawn's voice but sounding strange.

I walked into the bedroom and saw her lying on top of her bed.

"Are you OK?" I said. She was face down, just as she had been in the garden, but she had her head buried in her pillow, facing the wall and I could hear small sniffles sneaking out from the other side.

"Dawn are you OK?" I repeated. There was a mumbled response that I couldn't quite catch so I moved further into the room. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, but at the same time I felt a little thrill run through my balls. Here I was in little miss goody two shoes bedroom, nobody else in the house and neither of us wearing a great deal. I inched closer, sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her shoulder. She turned to face me and I could see through the fringe of blonde hair that she had been crying.

"What's up?" I asked nervously. I was convinced that she had seen my boner and was going to tell everyone that I was some kind of perv. 

"Why don't you like me?" she said, her bottom lip pushed out like a baby. 

I was completely taken aback. "Who said I don't like you?" I exclaimed, " I hardly ever talk to you."

"That's what I mean" she sniffed, " you're always ignoring me. Whenever I say hello you just walk past."

She turned onto her back and looked up at me with tear filled eyes and at that moment I thought see looked so pretty and vulnerable that I bent down and kissed her.

"Oh god I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." 

I was shocked at what I had done but Dawn put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. I felt her lips crushed against mine and as they slowly parted her hot tongue pushed itself between my lips.

We carried on like this, exploring each other mouths with our tongues, hot breaths mingling, until I realised that I could feel soft flesh not material pressed against my chest.

I broke away from our kiss and looked down to see that her top had ridden up around her neck and that her wonderful tits were exposed to my greedy gaze.

"I saw you looking at them in the garden" she whispered, "Do you like them?"

My only answer was a happy nod and she smiled as I stared at first one then the other. Up close they were everything I had imagined, the flesh was firm and smooth and the nipples were dark and very long. I leant forward and kissed her again, but instead of staying on her mouth I began to plant small kisses along her chin up to her ear, circling the shell with my tongue and making her gasp with pleasure. I moved across to her shoulder and kissed my way along her collarbone, raising gooseflesh that spread down her breasts, making her nipples harden further. Very slowly I ran my tongue down the slope of the breast till I reached the hard point of the nipple. I circled it with my tongue, round and round until it was coated with saliva finally sucking it into my mouth and licking across the sensitive tip. Dawn's hands were pressing my head down, forcing me to take more and more of her firm tit into my mouth, crying out for me not to stop.

I pulled my mouth away with a loud pop and her tit glistened, covered in saliva, the nipple standing out a good half inch.

" Oh no" she murmured, " please, don't stop. I've been dreaming about this for 3 years. Suck my big tits. Pull my nipples. Oh god, I can't believe what I'm saying I just feel so horny." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; here was the perfect little girl, everybody's angel, begging me to suck on her tits. I didn't have to be asked twice, immediately I set about her other tit, giving it the same treatment, until her entire rack was wet with my saliva, the melon shaped objects of my attention heaving as she gasped for breath. I leaned back to stare at this wonderful sight and Dawn grabbed her tits pushing them together, tweaking her nipples for her own pleasure.

"Would you like to spread some cream on them" she smirked.

"I would, but not the type from a bottle" I said emboldened by her slutty behaviour.

Her eyes widened and she turned her head to look at my groin. My shorts were tenting out with the pressure of my raging hard-on, barely able to conceal the helmet that was trying to poke over the top.

"I'll do anything you want," she whispered and I couldn't tell if her voice was husky with fear or lust. 

"Really" I said, " anything?" She nodded vigorously, making her tits shake and my nob twitch, "Anything. I've wanted you ever since we moved here. I rub myself at night and think about you."

I stood up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my shorts, slowly easing them down over my hips. As they fell to the floor my cock sprang up to attention and I heard Dawn gasp. "It's beautiful," she breathed.

"Touch it," I commanded, and like someone in trance, Dawn reached up and curled her fingers around my manhood. I put my head back and closed my eyes. " Now wank me off" I said, quietly. Dawn's hand didn't move and I realised she wasn't sure what to do. I put my hand around hers and started to stroke. She soon realised what I wanted and I took my hand away, stroking her hair. As I looked down I could see her tits, still glistening with saliva, "rub my prick over your tits" I ordered. Without a second thought Dawn pulled me closer and rubbed the head of my prick back and forth across her nipples. I groaned, and she looked up smiling, " do you like that?" she said, " what else shall I do?"

I wasn't sure how far she would go but this was a chance I wasn't going to miss.

"Lick Me," I said.

Dawn looked up nervously, but I said it again, louder "lick me you bad, bad girl", and I pulled her head down to my crotch. I felt her hot breath on the head of my prick and then the warm moist rasp of her tongue.

"Aghhhh" I cried, and this seemed to spur her on, she ran her tongue around the crown of my cock, licking the ooze of pre-cum from the slit and then popping the head into her hot mouth. I held the side of her head and slowly fucked in and out of her mouth, her tongue lathing the under side on each stroke. She might be new to this game but she was a fast learner.

I knew I couldn't hold back any longer so I pulled out of her mouth and straddled her stomach, pushing my cock between her tits. She squeezed them tightly around my shaft and I started poling up and down. " Oh fuck I'm going to come," I cried as I felt the onset of my orgasm and a huge wad of spunk pulsed out across her face. I grabbed my dick and carried on pumping my fist shooting line after line of semen over her huge tits. Using my prick like a paintbrush I spread the spunk all across her chest, flicking her long nipples with my still hard cock.

I looked up and saw a look of blissful contentment spread across Dawns face. 

"Wow" she said, "that was awesome. Can we do some more?" Her tongue poked out from between her lips and she bent her head forward to lap at some of the spunk that was pooling in her cleavage. "Hmm. A bit salty, but creamy too." She smiled and I knew that things had only just begun.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



Danica lay out by the pool. It was a hot sunny day and she was burning hot. She had been outside all day tanning and knew she was on the verge of burning. She had on her red two-piece and was trying to get the perfect tan lines. She loved tan lines because it was so sexy and she loved seeing the contrast between white and dark skin. She rolled over and rubbed more baby oil into her skin. She knew that sun tanning was bad, but it was an addiction she had had for years. She closed her eyes and daydreamed.

Danica had just turned eighteen a week ago and had had a miserable birthday. Her dad had been unable to fly home from his business trip in time and her mother, who had disappeared years ago, didn't call of course. She had spent the day shopping, spending her dad's money. She had then gone into the wine cellar and drank a bottle of the most expensive wine he had. She had puked on the marble floor of the master bathroom and then stumbled into her room and fallen asleep. She didn't cry or anything. She had spent her formative years crying about her horrible life, now she was indifferent.

"You going to share your pool?" The voice came from next door. Danica opened her eyes and saw a young woman standing by the fence. Her yard had black iron fencing which didn't give a lot of privacy. She figured that way if she had any wild parties her cranky old neighbors would tell her dad when he got home, like he cared.

"Sure. I'll open the gate." Danica got up and walked to unlock the gate. She knew that the house next door was recently sold and she had noticed moving trucks in the driveway the last few days. She assumed this was the daughter of the new neighbors.

"I'm Kimberly, but everyone calls me Kim. I just moved in next door with my Mom." Kim was tall and thin, with dark chestnut colored hair. Her face was round and very cute. She was wearing the tiniest of bikinis that barely covered her body. Her breasts were small and Danica could see the outline of her nipples against her top.

"I'm Danica. I live with my dad although he's always away." Danica unlocked the gate and let Kim into the backyard. Kim laid her towel on one of the loungers and undid her top. Danica could only stare.

"Is this alright? I hate tan lines."

"Sure. Sorry I was staring." Danica blushed and lay on her stomach facing Kim. Kim did the same.

"So how old are you?" Kim was licking her lips and squirming a bit on the lounger.

"I turned eighteen last week, what about you?"

"Did you have a big birthday party?"

"No. My dad was away so I just went shopping and then got drunk on his most expensive wine."

"Are you serious?" Kim's eyes went wide. How could a parent ignore his daughter's birthday? "That sucks. My birthday was four months ago. I had a big party with lots of presents including a BMW convertible in red. My mom took me shopping for a new wardrobe and then a week later we went to Jamaica for a week."

"Wow your mom sounds so nice."

"Yeah sort of. She spent the week fucking all these black guys though. I hung around the pool and flirted with the college guys. She seriously needs a husband or something."

Danica burst out laughing. Kim did the same.

"I'm going into the pool to cool off, want to come?" Danica couldn't stop staring at Kim. She just loved her body and wanted to touch her so badly. Now that she thought about it they were almost identical. They were about the same height with the same sized breasts and same color of hair. Even their faces had the same shape.

"Yeah."

Both girls slipped into the water and swam around a bit. After a while, Kim sat up on the edge of the pool, her legs spread wide. Danica was floating on a mat facing Kim. She looked right between her legs and saw the black material pressed up against her pussy. She could see the outline of her pussy lips and it was evident that she waxed or shaved completely and that she either had a clit ring or her clit was swollen and protruding past her pussy lips. Either way, this made Danica so hot and bothered. Kim noticed and whispered.

"Want to touch me?"

Danica only nodded and the girls climbed out of the pool onto Danica's lounger. Danica lay back and Kim lay on top of her. They could feel their cold skin against each other and both of them wiggled out of their bathing suits. Kim kissed Danica first and Danica tried her hardest to be soft and sensual. This wasn't her first time with a girl. Kim was so gentle and when she turned slowly into a sixty-nine position, Danica just moaned as she was faced with Kim's beautiful pussy. She spread her lips with the tip of her tongue and licked gently. She tasted sweet with a hint of the pool water. The more she licked, the more she tasted sweet and tangy. Danica licked up and down her slit, and then flicked her tongue against Kim's swollen clit. Kim was moaning and panting so Danica knew she liked it and continued.

Kim stared down at Danica's pussy and whimpered softly. Her pussy was so small and delicate. Her lips were perfectly smooth and her clit was just slightly poking through her lips. She ran one perfectly manicured finger up and down her slit and then pushed through. She pushed all the way in then found Danica's g-spot. She tapped it lightly three times and then pulled out and tasted her juices.

The two girls continued their licking and sucking until they were both covered in sweat. Danica sat up and kissed Kim. It was a long sensual kiss and both of them tasted their juices on each other's lips. Kim wrapped her legs tight around Danica and the two of them continued their kissing, practically sitting in each other's laps.

"Tell me how to make you cum Kim. I want to make you feel good."

"Finger me."

Danica nodded and pushed three fingers into Kim's waiting pussy. She only had to thrust a few times and then suddenly Kim came. It was an explosive orgasm. Kim screamed out and gushed all over Danica's fingers. She clawed at Danica's arms and fell back, her whole body convulsing. Danica continued the assault on Kim's pussy and pushed harder and faster, stretching her pussy. Kim gasped for breath. She couldn't handle the intensity and finally pushed Danica's hand out of the way.

"Sorry. Was that too much?" Danica was worried. Kim was still shaking and couldn't talk. Finally, she took two deep breaths and spoke. "God that was amazing. Your turn sweetie." Kim grinned and pushed Danica onto her back. She leaned down and sucked her clit into her mouth while fingering her roughly. Danica came quickly and clamped her legs around Kim's neck. Danica was in pure heaven. The idea of Kim's lips around her clit and her delicate fingers deep inside her pussy drove her over the edge. Once Danica was calm, Kim rolled over and lay on her back.

"So do you have a boyfriend?" Danica had rolled onto her back as well and the two girls were stretched out on the lounger.

"No. I prefer girls. What about you?" Kim waited for an answer.

"No. I don't have a boyfriend either. I dated a guy in freshman year, but he was a prick."

"Most guys are. So want to be my girlfriend?" Kim turned to face Danica. She was smiling wide.

"Of course Danica."



The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



Copyright© 2010 by Stultus

Synopsis: It is really cheating if she asks your permission to have an affair... and with the girl next door? A young married couple discovers that the women next door to their apartment run a live porn webcam and slowly they join the fun, or do they? Note the story codes -- this is a more explicit story than is usual for me nowadays.

Sex contents: Plenty of Sex

Genre: Romantic Erotica Drama

Codes: MF, FF, Exhibition, Voyeur, Oral, Anal, Water Sports

Originally Posted at SOL: 2010-09-17

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Thanks to my usual cast and crew of advance readers and editors, especially Dragonsweb, The Old Fart and WanderingScot

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I've been married for the last five years to my one and only girlfriend, the proverbial girl next door. We'd both known each other since we were in middle school and with that amount of familiarity we both should have known exactly what we were getting in each other. Perhaps it would have been better if we had both dated other people back in high school or even college, but we didn't. We were both each other's first and only sexual partners, as far as I know, and sometimes this causes some minor issues.

Carla is adventurous, a 'type-A' go-getter who was determined to rise to the top of her career ladder at her company in record time. Instead, allegedly due to the weak economy, her company just recently laid her off... but kept the other six people in her department with less seniority that weren't any direct threat to her boss. She loves to argue and just has to be 'right' and win every debate no matter how petty. Her boss at work finally got tired of her attitude but I don't think she understood the message and instead she took her layoff extremely personally. Now she's stuck at home and drawing unemployment and hates every minute of it.

As for myself, I'm usually the quiet mouse, both at home and at work, and I'm absolutely no threat whatsoever to take over my boss's position... and I like it that way. The pay isn't great, but the ability to loaf off while at work for at least six hours a day more than makes up for it. I'm usually very happy with the status quo... both at work and at home, and sometimes that's a disappointment to Carla, to say the least. She likes to start fights just to keep the relationship 'interesting' and she gets increasingly mad when I won't play. I only argue with her over things I consider to be important, or if she's pushed me too far, but even with right on my side I hardly ever win a fight with her. When she starts to lose, she either takes it personally and escalates our argument to heights I don't want to follow, or else she unilaterally declares herself to be the winner and changes the subject, or else gives me the silent treatment... as if the entire fight had been my fault in the first place! When it comes to arguments or disagreements, she has a very selective and edited memory of the facts.

One of the areas of our life that my wife would especially like to spice up is our sex life. Now don't get me wrong, I love sex... but Carla would be happier if there was more of it -- and it was more exotic and kinkier... way kinkier. She's always the one that asks about putting in a DVD porn movie to watch in the evening, if she's in the mood to get frisky. Usually because watching it together quickly turns into other more vigorous activities!

Over the years I've learned that almost nothing gets her hotter than watching two women kiss, undress each other and make nasty dripping wet love! She's hinted on several occasions that she wouldn't mind experimenting with a threesome -- if the added partner is a woman. Once a few months ago at a night club she became very friendly with another single gal and together they danced most of the night together and even kissed quite a bit while rubbing their barely covered breasts all over each other. Like an idiot, I told Carla 'no' that I wasn't in the mood, so her friend didn't come home with us that evening... and Carla gave me the silent treatment for most of the next week.

Yeah, I was an idiot. I ought to have said 'hell yeah baby!' and at least watched the fun, even if I wasn't really in the mood for weird and wild love. We'd been fighting a bit lately that prior week and I was still a bit stung by a few sharp critical comments she'd made to me earlier in the car that evening, so I was feeling crabby and in the mood to get back at her somehow. It was very petty revenge, but at the moment I sort of enjoyed it. Since Carla lost her job, we haven't had any spare money for drinks out, let alone clubbing, so the opportunity for a retry hasn't been right. That and we're fighting worse than ever right now hasn't improved the mood much either!

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Carla's corporate job in lower management had paid nearly double what I make, but then again she was allegedly worth it, having a degree in business, while mine was just in Sociology. A stupid thing to get a degree in, but it was easy for me and it didn't require any study all. Like most Humanities BA degrees, it's also useless for doing anything other than working fast food -- a fact that Carla's been reminding me of nearly non-stop for years. She made her point years ago and now the entire subject has just been flogged dead as far as I'm concerned. I think the main reason that I continue to keep my crappy job now just because it deliberately annoys her... and I actually like it enough to be happy to go into work in the morning. You can't say that about most jobs!

Fortunately, I'm good with computers and have l33t programming skills so I don't have to work fast food -- thank goodness! I'm a senior support analyst for an auto parts company, working in the tech support office for their franchise supply software division. All of our stores are franchise operations, privately owned and operated, but they're required to buy only our parts, ordered online via our inventory software system. The system, coded nearly 99% by my boss John, usually works like a charm and we have very few problems, all mostly handled by our three normal customer service support techs. Sometimes there will be a problem that gets escalated up to me, or John himself, but not often; at most a couple of times a week. This leaves me with too much time on my hands to either read a book, surf the internet, or play an on-line computer game for endless hours. My boss doesn't care -- I'm just there so that he has a reasonably capable backup available in the case of an emergency so that he can take an occasional sick day or some vacation time.

This leaves me with way too much time on my hands, usually. Sure I could job hunt for a better paying job (that wouldn't be hard) but then I'd also probably have to work harder... much harder. I'm a slacker at heart, so I'm fine with where I am. I've got seniority over all of the other support techs and there is decent job security because our department is a profit center for the company, safe from all fits of downsizing or layoffs. I just show up to work, keep my head down and things stay fat, dumb and happy... and I like it that way!

While things were fine at work, Carla was becoming increasingly unhappy at home. As I was now finding out, it just takes one person who is unhappy to upset the entire marital applecart.

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Before Carla was laid off, we had been living in a pretty nice rental home and regularly saving up money to make a future down payment on a mortgage. Now, just keeping up with the rent would take my entire salary check so we very drudgingly moved down to a much smaller place that wasn't much bigger than our old living room. It was in a dumpy neighborhood, but the price was right. The way the economy was, we didn't have much hope of Carla lucking into another job even half so good. She was being very picky over jobs she'd even apply for and I had the impression that her interviews hadn't gone well. She probably was showing off her 'I know it all!' attitude to her new potential bosses, which never goes over well at a first encounter. She also swears that her old boss was bad-mouthing her reference-checks, which is illegal, but of course we couldn't prove it. Now Carla was a stay-at-home housewife, and she hated every single minute of it! Every night I was now returning home to an increasingly angry and annoyed wife, mad at the world and everyone in it... especially me!

It was fast getting to the point that we were fighting with each other worse than ever, and if one of us was talking the other was certain to be not listening.

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Our new house was technically really an old 1930's single family residence that a previous owner during the 1980's decided to renovate into a pair of small duplexes. Did I mention small? Yeah. He put a brick wall right down the middle of the house and knocked out walls and renovated until the floor layout only looked oddly peculiar, rather than farking bizarre. The bedroom wasn't too bad, and our side of the house had the original kitchen layout but it suffered a smaller living room instead. No formal dining room at all; there was just no place left for it, so it was sort-of merged into the living room. This makes things very casual for dining and sometimes really messy, like when Carla has put in a porno flick for mealtime viewing.

The backyard was small and tiny, even before the subdivision and the owners didn't bother to run the brick wall across the yard. As it was, our half of the concrete patio was just big enough for our BBQ grill and a couple of container plants. My 250 gallon big black plastic outdoor fish pond ended up taking the rest of our side of the dirt covered back yard. Well at least it fit.

Our neighbors, a pair of young ladies in their early to mid twenties, were mostly as quiet as mice and after a brief 'hello' introduction right when we were moving in, I didn't see either of them again for over a month, except in passing on the driveway that we shared. The brick wall in-between us was a pretty good sound insulator, except in the bedroom. Late at night I could pretty regularly hear the sounds of lesbian sex on the other side, especially since at least one of the two girls was very definitely a screamer. I couldn't tell which one, but since (as I mentioned earlier) I tend to have too much time on my hands, I got curious and decided to find out for sure, but I was already pretty positive that it would be the blonde, Dora.

Dora hadn't quite won nature's lottery, but she'd hit four of the five numbers dead on. She was tall even without heels on and had long legs that went up forever, with perky curly blond hair that just touched her shoulders, perfect cheekbones and a voice that could melt butter. Her tits were a bit small, as were her hips, but maybe these points were just not to my personal taste. It's a shame that she missed receiving even an ounce of brains and she talked incessantly about nothing. Still, someone out there would score her at a full ten points. She worked from home doing something that I couldn't quite figure out, but that it involved computers.

From what I could safely and innocently overhear, Dora had more gripes than any beautiful woman ought to have, mostly concerning that her roommate and partner Paula actually had a life of her own outside of the duplex, which Dora only rarely ever left.

Paula wasn't a classical beauty, but to my eyes she had something special. She was shorter than her girlfriend and with a rounder face and more feminine body that hinted she'd gain at least five pounds a year as she aged unless she constantly dieted. The thin librarian glasses were an excellent style touch for her and her quiet and slightly husky voice was guaranteed to get a nerdy guy like me smoldering. Brains she had in plenty, when she wasn't at school or work or having hot wet lesbian sex she was usually nose into a book, and she quickly developed the habit of sitting and reading in a lawn chair in our backyard on Sunday mornings next to my fish pond, watching the goldfish, the purple water lilies, and the dragonflies that hovered nearby, usually perching on the umbrella palm plants, waiting for other insect prey lured to the waters.

In about a dozen talks with Paula I don't think I learned a dozen facts about either of our neighbors combined. She was fairly shy around me and spoke in sentences of just a few words, even to direct questions. She and Dora were close, but 'not committed', she did say once. She was attending classes at a local culinary academy in the morning and then had an internship at a fairly famous upscale restaurant that filled the rest of her afternoons and evenings, often until late. The internship paid a very small stipend, just about equal to minimum wage considering the long hours she worked, but she said repeatedly that she was lucky and grateful to have it. She would graduate from the academy in another three months and expected to have several decent job offers immediately afterwards. Good luck to her!

I asked Dora once about her internet business, and if she could use Carla once in awhile for part-time help and she just hysterically laughed. I'm still not sure if that was a yes or a no.

Anyway, with Dora and Carla both at home alone during the weekdays, it was no surprise that they would both start to get together during the day, for tea and coffee, snacks and feminine conversation. No big deal, or so I thought at the time. Honestly I didn't even think twice about it... until Carla asked me while in bed one night if she could have my permission to have an affair... with Dora!

Well, I give her points for at least asking first!

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"Look!" Carla grumbled, and a little louder than I would have preferred. The bedroom part of the brick wall was definitely not completely soundproof. "It's not like I'm wanting to screw around with another man, or even have a threesome without you there! I'd even offer to let you watch, but Dora really isn't into men at all and doesn't want even you... or any man in her house. She's already insanely jealous enough that Paula works around men all day long... and much too late into the night."

"That's the part that makes my ears twitch." I replied. "She's the jealous one all right, but yet she propositioned you... isn't that her now cheating on her own partner, doing herself what she's always accusing her lover of doing? That's more than a bit two-faced!" It was hypocritical. In my past experience, when some was being hyper-suspicious about their partner having an affair, that just usually meant nine times out of ten that they were just reflecting guilt away from their own extra-marital escapades.

"Well, maybe..." Carla hemmed and hawed, "but that's her responsibility to inform her own partner, and I've done my part by asking you. So is it a yes or no?"

"Well that depends, my darling and faithful wife... so how far have you two already gone? Well past the holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes over the coffee table, I suppose."

Carla averted my eyes, a very good sign that she was trying to come up with some innocent and comforting lies. I poked her in her hip to prod her to answer.

"Alright... we've kissed a bit, groped each others tits and we've masturbated in front of each other -- but she hasn't eaten me out... yet!" The 'yet' part was in a much softer voice and more than hinted that this would just be a matter of time, my consent given or not.

"Look!" She continued, in a rather cross tone of voice. "You know that I've had a fantasy about doing it with another woman for a long time, years even, ever since high school. You even promised me awhile back that I'd get another chance... and Dora is better, and safer, than just picking up some strange girl in a bar! You should be appreciative!" I wasn't. In fact, I was beginning to get righteously annoyed!

"We're married, that's supposed to mean that we're only supposed to have sex with each other... or if both of us agree otherwise -- and we're both together. If you feel that you need to have flings by yourself in private, then maybe the idea of being married is cramping your action. Let me know, and we can correct this problem. Does this mean that I get to have a solo fling with our department secretary at work or pick up a girl alone in a bar as well? What's good for the goose has to be good for the gander as well!"

"Of course not! That's a completely different thing and you know it!" Sure, I completely understood the rules now -- she gets the right to have a fling and have sex outside of marriage, but I don't!

I could tell I was already on the losing end of this argument. To my wife's mind, if I said no again now, that would mean never... and I'd be allegedly breaking my word to her. Granted I had no memory of technically ever actually and formally agreeing to allow her to find a threesome for us to have sex together with, but probably she had construed one of my earlier vaguer statements as an agreement. Still, that agreement was for another woman in a threesome, together -- not solo lesbian sex!   

I tried to explain the logical fallacy between these acts to her and that just continued to lose me points until I ended up shouting at her to just do whatever the hell she wanted... because she would anyway, and I left the bedroom to sleep on the couch.

"So... was that a 'yes' or a 'no'?" Carla gruffly asked me the next morning just as I left for work.

"It was not a yes, but I know that isn't going to stop you anyway. Go do whatever you want... and face the consequences."

"Damn right I will!" She muttered. It was supposed to be under her breath, but as I mentioned earlier, I've got really good ears.

This was shaping up to be our biggest and worst fight ever yet, and I was getting really tired of always being on the losing end. It never said anywhere on the marriage certificate that I signed that she always got to make the rules... and then arbitrarily change them, whenever they became inconvenient for her!

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When I stormed out of the house, I really wasn't thinking divorce yet. Yeah, we'd been fighting constantly lately and for almost no reason, but I actually wasn't livid at just the thought of my wife having a new lesbian sex partner. It was really much more situational... if I could have been present, and maybe even participated, then I would have been fine. It would have even sounded like fun and a pretty good stress reliever for everyone hopefully. No harm -- no foul.

What I really didn't like was Carla's attitude that my opinion didn't really matter. Ok, sure... she asked me for permission first, but her attitude showed that my response was really completely optional and immaterial to the question. This is the exact sort of attitude that had caused the majority of our fights since we were married. She was used to being the bigger breadwinner, and accordingly used this power in the past to pretty much rule the roost. 99% of the time, we did whatever she wanted to do, and whenever she wanted to do it. If I had any objection, then we fought -- and she fought every single trivial battle as if it was a war to the death that had to be won at all costs! It didn't matter what the fight was about -- she had to win it. Sometimes, as Hannibal found out when he and his elephants invaded Italy, you can win every single battle and still lose the war in the end.

I don't have that burning overwhelming need to be right and win at all costs, but sometimes for my own self esteem, to be valued as an equal marriage partner, it is nice to not be a complete and utter doormat!

Already, even as I drove out of the driveway, I already had a plan. I was going to give her all of the rope that she wanted and then take it from there and make a decision about what to do later, armed with the facts. If she defied me, and by proxy then our wedding vows as well, I wanted to know and I needed proof!




The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



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Parking at the end of our block, sitting and watching the house, I next saw Paula leave their side of the duplex and drive off to school. I'd hoped that she'd be oblivious and not notice me spying the house from the car, but she saw me and waved as she drove past. Fortunately she didn't stop to talk. That could have been awkward!

After that, I didn't have to wait more than another ten minutes for Carla, who still seemed to be in a bad mood, to leave our house and walk over next door to visit Dora. I gave them a full fifteen minutes to say hello, or rant at each other, and then I left the car parked where it was and ran back to our side of the house. I was pretty sure that Carla would stay over there at Dora's for a while, or at least long enough for me to do a little bit of spying. I'd already called into work to say that I'd be an hour or so late and I was probably covered if I needed to take even longer.

The first thing I tried was to listen at the walls and I started logically with the bedroom one first. All quiet there, for now. It was harder to listen through the kitchen wall but I could hear just enough murmured chatter and clinking of kitchenware that I could fairly safely assume that they'd be busy there for awhile. Good, this would give me time to make my next search, of both of our computers!

Searching my computer was fast and easy. I've got a mini-tower decked out for gaming on a small desk in the corner of the living room. No study or second bedroom in this small shoebox of a house! As I expected, it was clean. We handled our regular email here but Carla never did anything other than internet surfing on my PC. She has a laptop of her own hooked up wireless to the net where she does everything else. When I'm home evenings and weekends, there is absolutely never enough privacy to ever get a peek at her computer. She also treats it as if it was one of the royal crown jewels and never leaves it on and out in the open. When she is not using it, it stays locked up inside her attaché case.

Usually... but not today! Since she was alone today in the house, she'd left her laptop out, logged in and still connected. The screen was just set to the O/S default wallpaper but in a matter of moments I could check her browser and system cache to see what she had been doing lately. It was extremely educational and told me at a glance everything I ever wanted to know about Dora's home-based internet business!

Dora was a cam-girl, an uber-exhibitionist who lived her entire life under the gaze of several webcameras that broadcasted everything she did to an audience of thousands of people around the world via the internet. By 'everything' I mean that viewers could watch Dora in the bedroom, kitchen, living room and even the bathroom with zero privacy anywhere!

Currently on the webcam, Dora and Carla could be seen still chatting away over coffee at a small table in the kitchen. Both talking a mile a minute, at least from their hand-gestures, but this camera didn't seem to have sound or it was currently turned off. Probably just as well, as Carla still seemed to be rather pissed, and probably at me, but at least she was still clothed. Dora was wearing a little flimsy teddy sort of nightshirt that clearly showed her nipples and just barely covered her ass and I had no bets that sometime later the view would get even more interesting... with or without Carla's direct participation!

Carla had always been quite a bit of an exhibitionist herself. She liked to dress nicely (and fairly revealingly) and sometimes on weekends she liked to skip wearing underwear entirely. She was not in the least bit ashamed to display her nipples under a thin-braless top or even flash strangers in a restaurant or while out in public. Her dresses and skirts tended to be short and she was often deliberately careless when sitting, legs spread open sometimes revealing her hidden sex to complete strangers. Doing this, she admitted, often made her as hot as a volcano, and equally ready to blow (me) the moment we were back in even relative privacy. I, in turn, am more than willing to admit that I'm a happy voyeur, and usually not in the slightest bit jealous of her antics... just as long as I was certain that her affections were for me alone.

I could understand exactly how thrilled being 'watched' by thousands of people would excite Carla, and I decided to cut her a small amount of slack for that. Kissing, ok... showing off some tit, ok... displaying her smoothly shaved snatch, um, I wasn't quite so sure... and having hot wet lesbian sex before a viewing audience, get back with me later - I wasn't sure if I was aroused or furious... or worse, both!

Checking Carla's personal email was quick and easy too. There was nothing really personal here and absolutely nothing from hidden secret lovers or any plans for coordinating the next tryst. Dora had sent Carla a complimentary login and password for her website, the same one that I was now watching, and I forwarded this message to my work email, and then deleted out this post from Sent, covering my tracks.

This really told me everything that I needed to know for right now, so I left everything exactly as I had found it and quietly locked up the house and scampered back to my car to head on in to work. If the webcam login was good for multiple accounts, as I hoped since the login name was just 'Guest', then I could now have something to fill my long boring hours at work other than playing my online fantasy RPG game. My gaming guild friends would have to raid without me for the next few days!

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As I had hoped, the guest login and password were accepted on my work computer and now I had unlimited access to Dora's webcam site. As I suspected, it was a 'pay-site' which technically made it professional porn, but all of the cam-girls for this host site were all theoretically 'amateurs', just lots of 'girls next door' that had no sense of privacy or shame, and very few inhibitions. I've always been attracted to girls next door... I'd even married one.

For a monthly fee of $49.99 you could have access to all of the different girl's webcams hosted on that site, or for just $9.99 you could cherry pick the cam-girl of your choice. A small thumbnail photo next to each cam-girl was updated about once a minute showing what each was up to at the moment. My login was only good for unlimited access to Dora's site and so I entered her webcam page with considerable nervousness. The top left part of my screen now had a decently large sized view of the main action window, the kitchen camera view, and below that were smaller views of each of the four cameras, so that I could change at will what camera I was watching. To the right was a long chat window where viewers could (and did) send public messages to Dora, and perhaps private ones as well.

The chat was the usual twaddle: "Show your tits", "Kiss her again, but with more tongue!", and "Show me yur asses, biatches!" Lots of misspellings, obscene spam messages from mostly male watchers to click their name in chat to see their own personal webcams so they could show off their big cocks, and even postings in a dozen foreign languages that I couldn't understand. Probably the German or Korean equivalents of 'finger your nasty holes now sluts, I'm almost ready to spurt!'

On the other hand, there seemed to be quite a few 'old-timers' or cam veteran subscribers here that pretty much knew what Dora's usual masturbation schedule was and they tried to keep the chat realm in some sort of order. As I watched on, the vets began to make some chat comments about my wife Carla.

Bounder: [She's new -- only saw her play with Dora a few days ago]

RocketHard: [yeah, she'd visit before that but not play. She playz now?]

MightyBone: [She did yesterday. Stripped nude and diddled herself and Dora -- no oral]

Bounder: [True dat. They played in the shower the other day too. Got really wet and wild - Hoping for more today]

BiggusDorkus: [Me too! This new ginger-haired cunt already looks hotter than the short, fat cunt she eats at night and on weekends! Start the show!!!!!!]

You get the idea. Hundreds of paying customers were waiting, watching and hoping for my wife to strip (again) and do the nasty with Dora, whose internet nickname seemed to be -- Dora the Vaginal Explorer.

Dora was apparently a very popular girl, almost in the top fourth of subscribers. Right now, 803 people from around the world were watching Dora kiss Carla on the mouth, just before she took up the coffee cups to put them into the dishwasher. It was still early in the morning, and I guessed that by evening she'd have well over a thousand watchers, or maybe even two thousand, if the action was hot and heavy.

So... with nothing else better to do at work, I spent the day watching my wife help Dora amuse her paying clientele... and they did not disappoint. It wasn't like I had any other significant work related interruptions that day either, but I did have to keep the sound turned off. Playing massively multiplayer online role playing games all day from work is one thing, but I didn't want to be overtly seen watching porn-cams from work... or walk around the office with a huge hard-on that I couldn't control.

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My first major 'Oh shit' moment was right after the girls finished cleaning the kitchen after breakfast. Carla had drunk quite a lot of coffee and now went straight into the bathroom, which as I'd mentioned was nicely wired for a good voyeuristic view. My wife is a shameless exhibitionist, as I've mentioned, but she draws the line right at bathroom activities. She doesn't even like to shower with me, let alone allow me to ever watch her take a piss. Our bathroom door stays firmly shut when she's inside it, but now... today, she was smiling into the camera with her legs spread wide open and taking a very long slow piss into the toilet before a world-wide audience. She had positioned herself so that she could show off her cunt as much as possible to the camera so we could watch every single squirt of her piss. To make the situation to me even more unbelievable, Dora was apparently in the bathroom with her, right in the doorway just out of camera sight, encouraging her display!

Carla had been wearing jeans and panties, but when she finished pissing she didn't bother to put them back on again and she stood next to Dora wearing just her t-shirt and watched as Dora then took her turn at taking a long piss, and then they kissed in the bathroom afterwards, each girl caressing the other's bare ass.

Next they went into the living room and together, and with Carla still bottomless, they sat in front of the living room camera, next to her computer and together they began teasing their audience. Dora positioned the camera sometimes on their barely covered tits and then upon both of their naked cunts. The teasing went on for some time; they'd start and stop fondling each other, caressing and licking tits and nipples, and when the camera was on their snatches they'd twiddle themselves... and sometimes each other slowly with their fingers. They had sound on this camera, but I had to keep my speakers turned off, but I made a mental note to find some good tight fitting headphones. Knowing Carla, I was sure that she was talking nasty!

About noontime, both girls were finally naked and they were now engaging in some fairly heavy petting, albeit with lots of starting and stopping to tease their audience, until hand in hand they walked off into the bedroom for some longer and more serious fun. All on camera, of course.

Dora first ate out Carla and then my wife returned the favor. Then they stayed in a sixty-nine eating each other for over another hour. After a rest break back in front of the computer to tease their audience some more, they returned for another full round of bedroom fun that lasted until 5 o'clock, when they reluctantly decided to call it a day. I was quite done in too, both with irritation, aggravation and a very urgent need to masturbate. Annoyance and sexual frustration are a very bad combination!

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"So, did you do anything or anyone interesting today?" I casually asked my wife at dinner. She was still annoyed with me for attempting to thwart her and wasn't going to let a little thing like victory get in her way of keeping me in my place.

"What do you care if I did? Besides, you told me I could anyway!" She smugly replied. That was not at all the way I remembered our last conversation!

"I clearly remember not saying yes."

"Well that wasn't a no, so that means yes by default!" Nope, they don't teach logic in business management classes, unfortunately.

"I also clearly said I was not giving you permission to have an affair but that you'd probably go off and do whatever you wanted to anyway, regardless of circumstances. That was not a carte blanche, just an observation. Why? Do you want to admit to having an affair, right here and now? I've got a friend I could go stay with for a few weeks if my being here is an inconvenience to your sex life. Really, if you think so little of our marriage vows, and have so little respect for me, I've got no problem at all in packing up my clothes. We can get a $99 divorce, easy -- no property and no kids, and you can be free to fuck anyone and everyone you want to... without my permission. What do you want to do?"

She didn't know. I'd escalated our usual argument well past my previously established bounds -- the mouse had stood up on its hind legs and roared and she didn't quite know how to handle that. She decided that confession wasn't such a good idea at the moment, so she tried to angle the conversation back to clearer areas that were more definitely my fault... without much success. For the moment I had the big trump card, and acted as if I was really ready and willing to play it - and she didn't like that one little bit. Out of necessity and safety, she went back to giving me the silent treatment.

It lasted for over a week, and it really didn't put my nose out of joint one little bit! I had decisions to make... and couldn't decide for the life of me where to put my foot next!



The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



Special thanks to Livi for the translation. Without her my story would be nearly unenjoyable.

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Author's Note: This is the begining of a lesbian story at all, but this chapter is based on hetero sex. If you've got problem with any of them, this isn't a story to you.

To the others, I hope, you will enjoy it.

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A cacophony woke me up from my dream. As it usually happened I had no idea where I was. Where I was, who I was, how did I get here and when? However, the picture became clear in my mind after a few seconds. I was lying on my bed, my blanket was creased, covering me from my waist to my shoulder. And one of my legs was hanging down from under it with my big toe nearly touching the ground. I didn't remember to last night... Though this was not true. I remembered even if vaguely, but I didn't want to. But this was not important now. What could be this maddening noise?

I got out from my bed with difficulty and pulled the curtain away from the window to take a look outside. I stumbled back for a moment as the sunshine shone at my face. It wasn't strong or hurting anyway, though it disturbed me. Especially at times like this, in the morning of a school-day. I hate spring.

When my glance got use to the sunshine I looked down on the street to finally get to know the source of that cacophony. A big track parked in front of the flat with different kinds of people around it. Most of them were roustabouts dressed in dirty uniforms, carrying huge boxes and furniture through the widened door. I saw an armchair and also a drawer that was carried by two or three men. When the drawer slipped out of one of them's hands exactly onto his foot, a great blasphemy and shouting started. This might had woken me, however I honestly was glad that this had happened, because knowing myself I knew that without this I could had sleep until I had to rush to avoid being late from University.

But I wasn't thinking about this now. I was rather interested in the movers. Not as if any of them were a handsome guy. Most of them were pot-gutted, scruffy and moustached, and the ones who weren't like this were weedy and big-nosed. Even if I would get money for being around them I could not bear it for long. But then, however I realized that there was a bright spot amongst them. The handsome man was shining there in the middle of the street of Budapest and was explaining vehemently something to the workers who were loitering around him and nodding heavily.

He could be the new resident. However, whether new or old I didn't care. I'm not antisocial but I merely knew more than one or two tenants in the whole prefab. If someone grinned at me on the street or in the stairway I smiled back at them and answered politely to the question that "how I've been doing" and pretending some occupation I rush away. And I was doing all this with the lack of knowledge that who I'd been talking to. I couldn't even answer if someone would point a pistol to my head. However this man grabbed my attention... which didn't mean of course that I wouldn't look at him blankly that who the hell could he was in a few days.

Wide shoulders, good-looking face which always had a little smile on it even when it showed that he couldn't make himself understood with the movers. He seemed to be a determined person. To be one who knows what he wants and what to do to gain it. And of course he does it. This type has always made a great impression on me. However, I could easily realize that he wasn't amongst those with who I could imagine myself rolling about in that bed, which I had just woken up from. Even if he was a peculiarity of men, he was too old for me.

I silently laughed at this. Though, the object of my attention wasn't that careless (or thought to be careless) youth as I was, but as they say: age only does good to men. I know girls who don't even treat men under the age of thirty as real men. Till then they should be considered as little boys. If it would depend on them, the age thirty would take the place of the age eighteen. However, nowadays it is pretty rare to find a man who hadn't had any sexual experience under the age of sixteen... Never mind! What is important that the pearl of males here was really that ageless man who his fellows thought they were. Despite of this it showed that he wasn't that careless man anymore. I estimated him at about the age of fourty, which wouldn't mean any kind of problem, but to these men at this age belonged someone who...

I couldn't even think it through when a woman that wore a springtime dress appeared from behind the track. She wasn't paying any attention to the roustabouts around her and their whistling, she stepped beside the man, leaned to him and kissed him gently.

Well, yes, the woman. Man like this are rarely single, and I would never risk of ruining their marriage just to feel an experienced dick between my legs. Whatever are the gossips about me, I'm not like that.

So I didn't pay any attention to them. It would be useless anyway. I dressed up quickly and ate my breakfast fast, gathered my stuff that I needed for today. But my thoughts were still around the morning. Not because of the shouting and the thump of the boxes and furniture, or the loud and open blasphemy that were still hearable.

Where would this couple move in? I could think about the occupants that lived in the prefab but to do this I really should knew at least something about them. And I didn't even have any idea about how many flat were included.

The question was answered when I heard the not unexpected blasphemy again, but not from under. I heard it from really near, to be exact from the direction of my front door.

"What the hell?" I thought when I stepped to my door. I wasn't mistaken. There really were roustabouts in dirty uniforms, spanning through the corridor, carrying huge boxes and furniture to the flat that was next to mine. After a few seconds the handsome man appeared and smiled at me kindly and then disappeared from my sight as he walked into his new home. And now the workers were whistling to me as well.

So I got new neighbours. Not that I had any problem with my old ones. I didn't even know that they existed. Or rather that they weren't there, because I didn't see them moving out not now or the past days. I vaguely remembered that there was an old woman who had tried to take me under her wings, me the poor little girl alone in the big city. She had always asked me how I had been, how the school had been. She had also given me cookies and even offered to cook to me if I needed. She was a kind old woman but I didn't pay too much attention to her. I didn't even know when she stopped asking me or giving me cookies, etc. I hope she's doing well.

But this didn't matter now. From now on this couple would live next door. And not only the two of them would, as I realized that the woman was coming towards their new flat with two children. She guided one of them by holding his hand and the smaller one was sitting on her arm. Their flat would be noisy, that was for sure, but I didn't really care about that. I'm used to the sounds of downtown. The movers wouldn't even disturb me either if they hadn't been working right under my flat.

After a few more praiseful whistles (as much as a whistle can be praiseful that comes from the roustabout that stares you shamelessly) I decided to ignore them. I rather adjusted the clothes that I was wearing and made sure that I had everything with me that I would need and stepped out of my place.

I always had to step out of the way of the movers that were carrying the big sized boxes upwards and the man and his wife rushed by me a few times also when I finally made it to the ground floor. I thought that I had already seen everything and nothing would surprise me now. In my heart I had already prepared myself for the noisy traffic and for enduring my boring lessons, hoping that I would have the chance to admire a few good-looking guys or pretty girls while I was on my way. But it had already started without any effort for it and with a profound surprise.

I stepped to the big gate and gathered my strength to not be mad about the whistles and maybe the obscene comments that waited for me outside by those workers. But when I finally opened the gate I found myself facing with something entirely different.

A pretty girl smiled at me from the other side of the gate. She had an oval face but still a bit round, skin that was like marble, and long black hair that she tied back, but she still had some curl that hung freely, and she had sparkling brown eyes. For a moment I had no idea who she could be. My mind was racing about whether I had seen this girl before but I was sure that if I had, I would remember to her. Then I glanced at the box she was holding in her hands and the picture became clear. She was with the new ones. From one point I was so happy that a beautiful girl like she would live next door, but it wouldn't be me if I hadn't started to think about the situation. Who could this girl be? Because it was sure that she was with the new tenants, she wouldn't carry that cardboard box if she wasn't. She wasn't a worker that was even more obvious. She was too young and too gorgeous for that. (Not if the measure was this.) The problem was solved by life itself, as the moment was broken by the husband that rushed by us and said something to the girl. However, I didn't think that this moment was too long to an outside-viewer, or neither to her. And I didn't understand exactly what the man said, because I was too deep in my thoughts and into her face. But I heard the answer clearly.

"I'm coming, Dad!" the girl answered as she glanced after the man, then she finally gave me a quick smile and passed by to continue her way.

So she was his daughter. I whistled admirably, but only silently, as I didn't want to act like the roustabouts that were all around us. Not if the whistle was addressed to the beauty of the girl... or to be exact it was, but I didn't mean that. At first I addressed it to her father for being this fresh and youthful and also having this heartbreaker daughter. "How old could she be?" I glanced after her. The slender figure rushed up on the stairs and I watched it with rejoice. Her butt was swaying under the tight jeans that was turned up at her naked shins. Her relatively short and thin figure made you think she was a teenager. But her body... it was like a body of a model's. This was highlighted wonderfully by the turned up jeans and by the little denim jacket she wore.

I was staring her until she disappeared at the flight of stairs. This whole thing took about five seconds, but it seemed pleasantly long to me. This gave me the start that I could enjoy the view and it also wasn't obvious to anybody my standing at the gate, because I already stepped out of it. The whistles of the roustabouts were still with me as I made my way towards the University. The latter one excited me the less, because all my thoughts were filled about the girl rushing upwards on the stairs, the girlish smile, the swaying hips and the round butt.

Maybe spring was not that bad as I thought.

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The day was long and tiring. It was like I spent a thousand years at that desk, listening to older and even older professors explaining abstract and more abstract ideas. Not if I wasn't interested, basically I'm into the topic, and abstract ideas like this were what really grabbed my attention, but now I wasn't fascinated by them. Only by those sparkling eyes. I couldn't think of anything else for some reason. And this way all the lessons became agony.

Sometimes I felt bad that that an interesting lesson was over in only a fast one and a half hour, but now even this felt like a torture that seemed to last for an eternity. Not to mention that I had a three hour long seminar today, which in my current mood seemed to be a punishment even if I had a fifteen minutes long break at halftime. To all this contributed to my sometimes masochistic perfectionism. I like to think about it as I rather go to a one and a half an hour (or sometimes three hours) long boring seminar. During those hours I couldn't be doing anything but paying attention with all my effort. I rather did this than figuring out at home from my books the curriculum, when I could do more exciting things than this. But this meat that I felt the constant urge to write every single data down that I think would be useful. You can imagine what a torture it was when I couldn't think of anything else but that pretty face, and I couldn't keep up with the presenter. I lost my attention in every ten minutes and I could only hope that I would understand soon what the presentation was about.

I glanced at my watch in every minute, making myself madder. Only fifteen minutes went by. Only twenty minutes. Only half an hour. How much time was still left from the three hours? I would hit my head into the desk in agony by choice.

I delightfully started up from my seat when the fifteen minutes break came, to rush up to the top of the building for some fresh air. It was an advantage of spring that I wasn't frozen at the moment as I stepped out of the door.

I inhaled deep the fresh air, trying to empty my overly packed mind as I looked around the top. There weren't too much people up here. They might not felt spring weather as much as to go outside. Or they needed time to get used to it. A group of girls were standing at the railing and were smoking at the other side of the building about a dozen meters away from me. They waved when they saw me.

I smiled back constrainedly and waved back spiritlessly. I recognized some pretty girls amongst them, that I would enjoy having in my bed. And I also made them know it, however I only told them in a vogue way to not make it too obvious.

Some people think that I can't get enough of men and women, but the truth is that I'm a little shy in the inside. But this is not quite the best word to describe it. Let's say that I can really hardly endure when I tell about my feelings and I get rejection. Especially in a girl's case when she says no because of she does not want to be with a girl. I'm careful because of this. But this is not hard to me for I like to play cat and mouse games. I like to stalk my prey, to extend my web around her, and only letting her know about the situation when I can make sure that she is unable to rejection. By this time I recognize if a no is forming inside her and I can easily back out from the situation without rushing into any walls.

But in the case of these girls this was no danger. As they were waving to me happily and turned over the railing, they might not even minded if I grabbed their asses firmly as greeting them. I would gladly go to them to flirt a bit and to make the basics of a plentiful bed-sheet acrobatics even with all of them at once, but I had no spirit for that now. I was too nervous. All my thoughts were occupied by that girl. The girl from next door. I tried to think of something else, but as I thought of the girls and the little dalliance little with them, her face appeared in front of me. So I rather turned my head and made it unmistakable to them that I didn't want to chat. The waving girls realized this immediately and turned back to smoking and giggling between themselves.

I walked to the verge of the top, only a reach from the railing and put my hands inside my pockets and closed my eyes, letting the mild wind touch my face.

"What's up? You came out to take the air?" My heart thudded so big from fright that I thought it would jump out from its place. I turned towards the source of the sound with widened eyes that broke the silence, to see Erik standing against the convector-station (or what the hell were these huge boxes on the top) about two meters from the railings.

"You scared the hell out of me, you jerk!" I hissed at him.

"Having a bad conscience?" he laughed at me in response, but I only huffed and turned towards the railing again. I stood one-sided so I could see him from the corner of my eyes without turning my head.

"And what are you doing here?" I threw away.

"Why? Are you trying to rule where I can go now? I don't have any lesson right now, and it would have been a sin not to come out here in this nice time. I'm sun-bathing."

"You don't have any lessons, do you?" I looked at him but I still puckered up my lips. "If I think about your ideas of lessons, that doesn't mean too much. You don't have any, or you've been too lazy to sit in?"

"Only you are so masochistic to sit in to every kind of shit," he snapped back, so in response I huffed again.

"Shut up!" I muttered and turned towards the railing again.

"What's wrong? You're even ruder and spiritless than usual.

"There's nothing." I looked towards the girls that were laughing on the other side of the top. Erik followed my glance as well, and looked at me questioningly.

"I would like to have a cigarette as well," I said. I knew that I couldn't avoid of telling him something, so I prevented his guesses.

"But you don't smoke," marveled Erik.

"I know. And I won't start it... Especially not now."

"Come on! Tell me what's eating you!"

"Nothing is eating me," I glanced at him, trying to make an innocent face.

"Come on little girl," he grinned. "I know you, and you know it. I won't let you go until you told me what's wrong."

This sounded funny as I watched him stretching in the sunshine. He would probably not prevent me from going away from here if I wanted to. Not physically. But he knew well that it would be enough if he kept pushing me gently with words until I lost all my resistance against him.

"New tenants moved in next door," I blurted out wryly finally.

"Oh, wow," his eyes kindled. "A handsome guy? ... Or a pretty chick?"

"Both of them." I didn't want to answer but the words came out of my mouth effortlessly. This was the curse of my relationship with Erik. In the right circumstances I even answered for a question from him automatically that I didn't want to reply. I murmured silently and gave in. I decided to let the temptation of talking win.

"Oh, wow," repeated Erik with a wider grin. "Come here! Sit by me and tell me everything about them in detail."

"Here?" I glanced towards the girls near us. I knew that Erik wouldn't even be curious about the everyday things of my neighbours if I indeed knew about them. He wasn't curious about their names, their professions, what food they liked, what they liked to do for fun. He was interested in something entirely else... and I was too eventually.

"Come on! They won't hear it if you won't make a big noise," calmed me Erik. "You sit here next to me and they won't even see you. And if they will, who cares?"

He was right but I still didn't feel like talking with him. Especially not about this topic. But I couldn't left him just liked that because of this. I glanced at my watch. I had ten minutes from the break, so I sight theatrically and sat by him, hiding under the shadow of the transformer (or what the hell was that) to avoid the sun burning me.

"So?" Erik glanced at me with a curiosity of a child. "I want to know everything."

I didn't have any resistance left, so I just closed my eyes, blew out the air an imagined the morning scene.

"The man is a typical early-forty, who's age is already shown but he is till handsome, well-muscled, good-looking, and the little wrinkles and common larkspurs only make his face more peculiar," I started and glanced at Erik who was leaning on his elbow that was closer to me and he looked at me with a curios glance. I sighed and I imagined the new neighbour again. "Tall, fairish-brown hair, and an always smiling face. And his body..." I started to enjoy this too. Erik always did this to me. His presence, his talk, his reflection... Though I only saw the man for a few seconds and from far, now I saw him in front of me in his very reality, as if he were standing only reach away from me. His image probably mingled with the stereotype I had in mind about men like him, but I didn't care. "Tall, well-muscled. He wore loose pants and a jacket, and under that a simple T-Shirt and..." I imagined the well-built muscles of his upper body under the cloth. Though the hell knew whether he really looked like this, but I could imagine it and now this was the only important thing.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



I didn't even pay attention to what I was exactly saying. I kept talking about his muscular chest, his six pack, his hard tight and...

"His dick is probably as big as a horse's," I heard my voice and I looked thrilled at Erik, who was glancing at me with sparkling blue eyes and with a wide grin.

I suppose he felt how uneasy I became suddenly for talking about such things, so he took over the lead: "And what about the woman?"

Though I knew exactly that my dear friend was not exactly untouched by the man, but the man's wife obviously interested him more. Even if he hadn't known anything about her by then.

"She's totally different," I answered to him instinctively. "She's the kind who is simply untouched by time. Slender, pretty... if I hadn't known that it was impossible I would be sure that she was under thirty."

"Why impossible?"

I thrilled by the words of Erik and my eyes widened.

"Why? Okay, of course a man who finds a woman that is younger than him with at least ten or fifteen years and she even marries him, is a lucky bastard. But nowadays... it isn't impossible at all."

He was right. Considering this, that woman could easily be as old as I was, or older with one or two years. My main point was that if she had a daughter like that, she couldn't be younger than thirty-eight. Though I only had one glance at her, she didn't seem to be the type that fells in love with an older man, gets pregnant, marries the man and gives birth to the child. I didn't know. She seemed to be a more sober-minded woman. And this seemed to be a telling argument but I didn't want to mention the girl. The girl that made me nervous again. And if I did talk about her now, Erik knew me as much as to see from it what was eating me and he wouldn't stop until we talked every single detail about the girl, and until I was totally turned on.

"It shows," I told him. "Believe me I feel things like this!" I tried. "A heartbreaker woman. Young, fresh, but at the same time... she has a reflection... which makes her considerably over thirty."

"I believe you," grinned Erik. I was sure that he suspected that there was something else that I hadn't talked about but he was understanding enough to not mention it. "Go on! How is she? I want to know everything."

He became impatient. I sure he was interested in the man also, but now when I was talking about the woman...

"She is really beautiful," I closed me eyes again to imagine the youthful creature. "She's the kind who... at least seemingly, acts like a respectful wife and a responsible mother. She wears conservative long dresses with flower designs on it, she smiles politely at everybody, she snuggles meaningfully to her husband... at the same time all this highlights her youthful reflection. She has mid-long black hair that she presses back with only a ribbon to avoid hanging into her face, and it is unloosed onto her shoulders. Her moderate smile carries some kind of mischievousness and her brown eyes looks curiously at the world, while the wind flutters her loose dress, showing her seductive figure off a little, her long legs, her slender body, her breasts that fit into one's palms perfectly...

I released my fantasy again. I didn't even see the woman as much as the man, so the picture before me was more the creature of my imagination, but Erik didn't care about that. He was squirming next to me from time to time, and I also felt something moving in me.

As I slowly opened my eyes my head turned exactly at that direction, and I saw the swelling that was growing between Erik's thighs. He bent his leg that was closer to me and placed it on the roof, and he pulled the other on floor to place it next to the other that was resting on the roof. He supported his body this way. His legs were opened in the right angle and between his legs his jeans tensed on his coach. It highlighted flagrantly the little guy that was about to burst out from there.

My blood was throbbing in my veins. I didn't glance at my watch, but I knew that those fifteen minutes were over. I have a good sense of time, I could tell that I wouldn't make it in time if I run down right then to the seminar, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be there now. I would probably stress out of how I would learn to the exam later what was presented there. But I gave no shit now. I didn't even care abut the girls that were smoking near to us, if they were there at all. I only saw the new tenants in front of me in my over-stereotyped, idealized version, and Erik's mischievously grinning face, the swelling between his legs.

I broke away from reality even more, as I continued in an overly heated voice describing the angelic creature that was born from the figure of my neighbour-woman. The passion was flaming inside me.

"Her body is a body of an angel. Perfect, slender body with mildly cambered lines, from which her breasts are towering as hills with nipples on their peaks that looks like pink battlements," I said as my hand moved forward slowly. At first I dropped to that knee of Erik's that was at my side, I made my way upwards.

"Her thighs are long and smooth. Her movements are effortless like a blow of wind, like if it was only an illusion, but when she touches you and wraps her legs around you, she's able to develop such a great power that no one in the world.

My hand reached Erik's crotch. With my index finger and my thumb I unbuttoned his jeans, and I only had to move his underpants away a bit to make his tool jump out.

"Her thighs are firing, little drops are glistening on her fluffy groin as her pussylips open and look at you with desire," I went on and I placed my hand on Erik's dick, and started to move on it slowly up and down. He leaned his head back, pressing it to the wall that we were both leaning against. He enjoyed my crooning and my touch with eyes closed.

"As she puts your dick into her mouth it's just like the caress of the fresh wind. Her lips are moving slowly up and down... up and down... up and down..."

Erik moaned out and his sticking dick pumped between my fingers. I supposed that he was imagining the scene as the idealized woman who was not even as similar to my new neighbour as to anyone else. And whom place I imagined her daughter kneeling between his legs, howevermuch I was struggling against this, and as she moves the tool slowly in her mouth. My hands were acting just like they were a mouth that was caressing him. The peak of his tool was covered with pre-juices already.

"She holds onto your legs in order to pull you deep inside her. She circles with her tongue around your pumping manliness, while she places her lips around it as she would never be willing to let it out."

Erik was moaning more heavily. I suspected that he wasn't hearing anything from what I was saying. He was totally sunken into the image, which made him so excited that his tool was pumping heavily between my fingers.

I turned on totally as well. I was squirming to make the feeling of my soaking wet panties endurable. My mouth went dry. I didn't say a word, I only stared at Erik and the pulsating dick between my fingers, and I slowly leaned over it to take it in my mouth.

Erik moaned even loudly now. If someone was near to us, he couldn't have a doubt about what was going on behind this cubical engineering conveyance. But I didn't care about that, and most likely Erik had no idea where he was. He didn't have to imagine that someone was sucking his dick. He didn't have to imagine my fingers as a mouth. He really had a woman's lips around him, even if she wasn't that perfect he had imagined.

I was turned on pretty much. With my free hand, with which I hadn't been holding Erik's dick to keep it in the right angle for the sucking, I unbuttoned my pants impatiently and push my hand inside my panties stroking, fingering my hungrily pleading pussy.

Erik finally moaned loudly, and his juices from his tool broke out as the lava breaks out from a volcano or the water from a sprinkle. The feeling came over me too. Erik's sigh of relive filled my ears. This was too much. My body tensed too, and my pussy tightened around my finger inside me. With Erik's dick in my mouth I moaned out as I came on the top of the building of the University.

*

"This was fucking awesome, little girl," panted Erik when he could catch his tongue. We lay next to each other on the top of the building with our shoulders leaned against the wall. Both of ours pants were opened. My soaking wet panties was visible from under them and his softening manliness too.

I looked down next to the building. We were high, not really at the edge of the top. Probably no one had seen us from under. And who would watch us here? But for hearing the voices no one had to stand close to us. But I didn't bother with that.

"It was fucking awesome," repeated Erik and smiled at me. "I needed this."

"You're welcome," I grinned too.

"I see you're in a better mood now," he stroked my cheek.

As he said this all my peace went away and I was thinking about that girl again. But I didn't show this now.

"You should write about this."

"About what?" I came back fastly to reality.

"This whole thing," Erik smiled mischievously, while he put his dick back to his underpants as if a movement of sign. "But I was thinking of the woman. You could write about as they having sex with her husband."

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I don't know."

We had broken away from reality so much that it seemed too surrealistic, too... fantastic to write about anything like this. An ideal sex... or something like that. But I will might write about this little adventure here on the top.

I smiled at the thought and I looked cheerfully at Erik, who laughed silently from the sight of my bold face. Though he didn't manage to cheer me up totally, but I hid away from him the storm that was rampaging in me now.

"What are you two doing up here?" A voice broke the moment. That gave us a jump and we looked up from the transformer station (or what the bloody hell was this thing that we were leaning at) to the figure appearing in front of us. Luckily we had already arranged our clothes so we only seemed to be enjoying the sunshine and nothing more.

"Why?" I glanced at the guy towering over us. I recognized the guy with who I had field-works together like the one that was about to start after the three hours long nightmare presentation.

"The lesson is about to start, B," he stared at me. "We're going to be late."

"So soon?" I glanced at my watch. I have a good sense of time, but after an erotically overheated conversation like this (not to mention the blow job), I suppose everybody would loose their sense of time.

And really, we had spent the greater part of the break that followed the presentation with giving pleasures to each other and now I only had minutes left.

"Thanks for telling me," I said to the guy while I was standing up. "And thanks to you to," I smiled at Erik. "I have to go now, but we'll talk later."

Erik only smiled and nodded as I run towards the stairs, and from the corner of my eyes I saw him leaning against the wall contentedly with his hands on the back of his head.

To be continued!



The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



Michael was your average 21-year-old college student. He was on his way home from college for summer break after finishing his finals and looking forward to a few months of relaxation. Driving home Michael reflected on his past three years of college. It had been a great junior year. He met a lot of good people and had a lot of fun going out most nights. Michael felt he was an attractive guy at 6 feet tall with short blond hair and an athletic build. He had some success with women, but he always felt there was something missing. Michael never could maintain a relationship. He was really hoping to take this summer to enjoy himself before graduation next spring. A part of that includes trying to meet the right girl. 

Michael pulled in to his neighborhood in the early afternoon. He had to maneuver around a moving truck to pull into his driveway and park in front of his boyhood home. Hopping out of his truck and walking up the driveway some movement from the neighbors house caught his attention. 

Michael turned and saw one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen walking out of the garage from the house next door. She walked down to the moving truck with a little bounce in her step, glancing over she saw Michael, smiled and waved. Michael gave a half wave back and then realized he was staring and hurried into the house. 

Upon entering the house he hollered upstairs, "Mom, who's the new neighbor girl next door?" When he didn't get a response he went to the kitchen to check for a note on the fridge. "Working late, won't be back until 8," read the sticky note hanging from the fridge. Figuring he had the house to himself, Michael went to the room at the front of his house with a window overlooking the front yard. 

Spying out through the blinds Michael watched this mysterious new girl bustle around carrying boxes into the house. Despite looking a bit disheveled from her move in she was a vision. She looked to be around 5'10" with dark brown hair falling halfway down her back. She was wearing cutoff jeans shorts that perfectly accentuated her pert apple shaped ass and long tanned legs. A simple white low cut tank top showed off what looked like perky c cup breasts. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with her face looking similar to Jennifer Love-Hewitt. 

Michael watched as she grabbed what looked to be the last box of her things. She said goodbye to the moving truck driver before she turned to walk inside. In his gym shorts he could feel himself hardening. This girl was making him feel like some kind of horny teenager. As soon as she disappeared into the house he sank back down on his couch letting out a deep breath. 

Reaching inside his waistband he gripped his aching cock and gave it two long strokes. "I'm going to have to introduce myself," he said to himself. For the next few hours he paced back and forth in his bedroom debating how to approach introducing himself. Late in the afternoon he poised himself to go next door. Putting on a nice shirt and khaki pants he mustered the courage to walk over and step up to her front door. Taking a deep breath he rang the doorbell and waited. 

There was a sound of things being shuffled around before the door swung open. Michael's jaw dropped slightly at the sight of her. "Hi," she said, but Michael could only mumble a hello back. She clearly had freshened up since Michael saw her last. She was wearing a simple white summer dress and had on layer of red lipstick that highlighted her pouty lips. Sensing some hesitation she asked, "Was it you I waved to earlier?" 

Finding his voice, Michael quickly replied, "Yes, hi, my name is Michael I live next door." 

"Nice to meet you. My name is Alexis," she said before smiling. 

"Yeah, uhm, I thought I should come over and introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood" he said nervously. 

"Oh thank you, would you like to come in?" she asked. 

"Sure" Michael replied. 

Michael followed her inside as his eyes followed her long wavy hair and golden legs. Looking around the place Michael noticed she still had a lot of unpacking to do. There were boxes scattered everywhere. 

Turning back to Michael she asked "Can I get you anything to drink, water, soda, beer?" 

"Are you old enough for beer?" she giggled. 

"Yeah I turned 21 this past spring." he replied smiling. 

"Okay then I'll grab a couple from the fridge. I need one after my day today," she said. 

"Yeah I can imagine moving all of this in can be difficult. Is it just you?" he asked. 

Coming back into the room Alexis passed him a bottle. "Yep, just me, myself, and I," she laughed. 

"I don't have much setup around the house yet, but would you like the tour," she asked. 

"Yeah sure," replied Michael. 

Alexis guided Michael around the house from the living room to the kitchen and so on. Looking outside Michael noticed a Jacuzzi. 

"Ah you found my favorite part of the house." "You can use it anytime," said Alexis. 

"Really?" asked Michael. 

"Yeah, why not? We're neighbors now," she smiled. 

Michael was starting to get the feeling that Alexis might like him as he blushed. Alexis bit her lip thinking, "he's young, but he sure is cute." 

Finishing his beer Michael asked, "So what's on the agenda for tonight, finish unpacking?" 

"Nah, fuck that," she laughed. "I have a friend coming over and we're going to have a girls night."

"As a matter of fact she should be here any minute," she said as she looked at the clock. 

As if on queue the doorbell rang. "Oh good that must be Jenny. I want you to meet her," she said while walking to the door. 

Michael followed but had to quickly hop out of the way because when Alexis opened the door her friend attacked her with a hug as they both screamed like teenage girls. Before separating they shared a deep two-second kiss as they mashed their lips together. 

Smiling, Alexis turned to Michael and said, "This is my friend Jenny. Jenny this is my new neighbor Michael." 

"Nice to meet you," said Michael. 

"Hi," replied Jenny, as she looked Michael up and down with her alluring hazel eyes. 

Jenny was gorgeous with her short blond pixie haircut and long bangs. Her sexy lips, b cup breasts, and firm ass fit well on her small 5'6" frame. She resembled Amber Heard. She was wearing a black tank top and a black sheer skirt. 

"Well I should head home and leave you both to your girls night," he decided. 

"Nonsense, there is room for one more," said Alexis. Jenny nudged her and giggled. 

"Well I guess I can stay," said Michael. 

"Good I'll grab some alcohol then," yelled Jenny already in the kitchen. 

Sitting down Michael asked, "So what do you do for a living Alexis?" 

"Oh I dabble in some acting and modeling, probably nothing you've seen though," she grinned. 

"Well I'm not surprised you're a model, but I'd love to see some of your acting sometime," said Michael now feeling a little loosened up and confident with some alcohol in his system.

"If you're a good boy maybe she will later," said Jenny as she walked in with a bottle of vodka and glasses. 

Giving Alexis a wink Jenny poured a glass for each of them. "So how long have you lived in the neighborhood," asked Alexis. 

"My whole life, minus my semesters at college," responded Michael. 

"Mhm those girls at school must be missing you," Jenny said. 

Michael felt like he was being evaluated by Jenny like a lioness eyeing her prey and it was giving Michael a rush. This rush of course was translating into an intense fear-boner. Michael laughed off her remark. 

"So what do you girls typically do during one of your girl's nights," he asked. 

Quickly glancing over to Jenny, Alexis replied "Oh you know, we'll watch a movie, drink, gossip, or hang out in the hot tub." 

Jenny then added, "then we just let it go from there, some kissing and heavy petting." 

Michael's jaw dropped. 

Alexis burst out laughing. "She's kidding!" shouted Alexis. 

'Oh," Michael laughed embarrassingly. 

Once the girls finished laughing at his expense, Alexis apologized, "Jenny likes to be inappropriate." 

Michael shifted in his seat as his hard-on was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Finishing his drink Michael asked, "So what do you girls want to do now?" 

"Well first off you need a new drink," Jenny said. She grabbed his glass and filled it back up. 

Sipping on her drink, Alexis turns to Jenny and asks, "Can you help me in the other room for a second?" 

"We'll be right back Michael," said Alexis with a wink to Michael. 

Michael sat back on the couch to gulp down another drink. Alexis pulled Jenny by the hand into the kitchen. Turning around Alexis caught Jenny giggling. 

"What are you doing," Alexis asks. 

"I want to fuck the neighbor boy, you can't say you weren't thinking the same thing," Jenny said. 

"No, I wasn't," said Alexis unimpressively. 

"Oh come on, he's cute and he's got a very nice ass." "I know you noticed," Jenny playfully replied. 

"Yeah, but I don't want to scare him off already and then have everyone in the neighborhood know about my little secret, and me" Alexis said. 

"It's not that little Alexis," Jenny teased 

"I wouldn't worry about that anyways, I can tell a natural cocksucker when I see one." Jenny winked, "let's get him in the hot tub and see where it goes from there."

Alexis sighed, "okay but we need to play this right." 

Grabbing another bottle of vodka from the fridge Jenny says, "I've got the perfect game." 

Still on the couch nursing his drink, Michael was relieved, as his hard-on had finally subsided. Jenny and Alexis walked back in. 

"Why don't you be a doll and take this bottle and our glasses out to the hot tub," Alexis said, "Jenny and I will be out in a minute." 

"Well I should really get going, plus I don't have any swim trunks," said Michael. 

"Nonsense, just get in in your underwear," Alexis smiled. 

Sighing, he grabbed the alcohol and walked out to the hot tub. Michael set down the glasses and the bottle on a side table. He undressed down to his briefs. Just as Michael hopped in and began to sit down Jenny and Alexis walked out of the sliding door in the sexiest bikinis. Carrying a small bag that she sets down beside the Jacuzzi, Jenny asks, "How's the water?" 

Alexis was in a small yellow bikini that showed off her perky boobs and Jenny had on a strapless light blue bikini. 

"The water's fine, come on in," Michael said. 

Alexis grabbed her drink before stepping in. 

"So about those whitey tighties," Jenny joked as she hopped in. 

Michael blushed, "Well if I knew I'd be displaying my underwear to two gorgeous women I would've put a little more thought into it." 

"Aww your sweet," said Alexis. 

Jenny asks, "So tell us a little more about yourself." 

"Well I go to college out of state and I'm home for the summer before my senior year," Michael said. 

"Do you have a girlfriend up there at college?" Jenny asked. 

Michael laughed, "No, I've been having trouble with them these days." 

"How come?" Alexis asked. 

"I don't know, there's just something missing," Michael said. 

Alexis looked to Jenny. Jenny says, "Well you're with us now." 

Michael smiled. 

Jenny goes on to say, "..and I think we should have some fun." 

Alexis asks, "Do you want to play a game Michael." 

"Sure what'd you have in mind," Michael asked. 

"Oh just a little truth or dare," Jenny said before winking at Michael. 

Michael laughed nervously, "okay." 

Jenny says, "great, we'll all take turns and I think Michael should go first." 

"Okay," Michael said. 

"Oh and you have to take a pull of vodka after each truth or dare is done," Alexis said. 

"Yay!" Jenny said, "okay, truth or dare?" 

"Truth," Michael said. 

"You're no fun," pouted Jenny. 

"Have you ever... sucked cock," she asked. 

Michael, blown away by the bluntness of the question, spit out his drink and laughed before saying "No of course not." 

"Why do I look gay?" he asked suddenly paranoid. 

"Nope, just curious," she said grinning. 

Alexis burst out laughing, "Jenny you're so bad." 

Michael took a drink now starting to feel a pretty good buzz from the alcohol. He wasn't sure if he'd be lucid enough to answer too many more questions. It was Alexis's turn, "Truth or dare?" 

"Dare," Michael said wanting to test Alexis as much as she seemed to be testing him. 

"I dare you to take off those whitey tighties and toss them over there," Alexis said pointing towards the door. 

"Really?" Michael replied incredulously. 

Alexis winked at him. Michael pulled his underwear off underwater and tossed them out of the Jacuzzi. He then took another big swig of his drink. 

"I guess it's my turn," Michael laughs.

He turns to Jenny, "truth or dare." 

Jenny being the more adventurous one says, "Dare, bring it on big boy." 

"Hmm," Michael thinks, "I dare you to kiss Alexis." 

Michael was feeling a little more confident now that he had some liquid courage. 

"Somebody is feeling a little naughty," Jenny grinned. 

She leaned over and caressed Alexis's cheek, tracing her jaw line with her fingers. Their lips met in a tender embrace. They kissed passionately for a few seconds before separating. Jenny shot him a killer sexy smile. Michael's cock was now rock hard. Feeling a little tipsy Michael reached down and gave his cock a little squeeze before Jenny sat back down. Looking up Michael saw Alexis looking to where his hand had been. Michael blushed as Jenny smiled. 

"I hope you enjoyed that," Jenny said. 

"Absolutely," Michael replied. 

Jenny took her drink. 

Michael turns to Alexis, "Truth or dare." 

"Dare," said Alexis. 

Grinning from ear to ear Michael said, "I dare you to take your top off." 

Taking another drink he wanted to see where he could take this. Alexis smiled and stood up. She untied the top and let it fall as Jenny cheered. Alexis tossed it over near where Michael's underwear landed. She sat back down and took a deep breath showing off her ample breasts and puffy pink nipples. Michael was mesmerized. 

Alexis took her drink as Jenny said; "Now this is fun." 

"Okay truth or dare big boy," says Jenny snapping Michael out of his trance. 

Knowing how bad Jenny probably wants to dare him Michael relents and says, "Dare." 

Jenny grins reaching back and grabbing the bag she sat beside the Jacuzzi. As she reached into the bag Michael got a little nervous. She pulled a fleshy looking red dildo out of her bag. 

"Woah, woah, woah, what's this?" Michael shouted. 

"I thought we could spice it up a little bit. What's the matter, are you scared?" Jenny asked. 

"No I just wasn't ready for this," Michael said. 

"Come on, it'll be fun," Alexis chimed in. 

"Fine," Michael sighed as his alcohol soaked mind gave in, "What's it going to be?" 

"I dare you to suck on this dildo," Jenny said holding what looked to be a 6 inch long red dildo. 

Michael laughs before saying, "No way." 

Jenny pouted and said, "I thought we were having fun." 

"Yeah" says Michael, "We were, but I'm not gay." 

"It's not gay, its just a plastic dildo," Jenny said. 

"I don't feel comfortable doing that," says Michael. 

"Come on Michael, it's just us here," Alexis interjected. 

Michael thought about it for a minute before sighing, "Alright." Taking the dildo from Jenny he asked, "How do I do this?" 

"Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose," Jenny said. 

Michael guided it into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He began to suck on it as he pushed it in and out rhythmically deeper. As it hit the back of his throat he gagged. Coming over to him, Jenny grabs the end of the dildo. 

"Just relax," she says as she guides it down his throat. 

Inch by inch she pushes it until Michael has it resting down his throat. Michael's eyes watered as he fought off his gag reflex. Jenny began fucking his mouth with the dildo. Michael didn't understand why, but he was becoming increasingly horny from this. Just then Michael felt Jenny's hand gently grasp his cock. He glanced towards her and she flashed him a sexy grin. 

Jenny started slowly stroking him gently. As he focused on her slippery hold of his cock milking it up and down, Michael's attention strayed from the rubber cock in his mouth as he let out a low moan. A couple seconds passed before the dildo passed down his throat deep enough to cause him to gag. Michael coughed as Jenny pulled the dildo from his mouth. As Michael's eyes watered he took a drink. 

"You're a natural," Jenny joked and laughed. 

"Okay Jenny you've had your fun, its my turn," says Alexis. 

Michael turned his attention to Alexis. 

"Truth or dare," she asked. 

Thinking better of it this time Michael quickly says, "truth!" 

Alexis laughs before asking, "Have you ever been in a threesome?" 

Thinking that he's pretty sure where this is all going he says, "No, but I'm always ready to try new things." 

"I like the sound of that" Jenny said as they shared a laugh. 

Michael took another drink and at this point he was feeling pretty drunk. Slurring his words Michael asks Alexis, "Truth or dare." 

Alexis says, "Dare." 

Michael's cock was winning the fight over his brain. Drunkenly he says, "I dare you to kiss me." 

Grinning she said, "I thought you'd never ask." 

Alexis got up and moved over to Michael. Michael's mind was racing thinking, "Holy shit is this actually happening." She puts her hands around his neck and brought her lips to his. At first he just sat there stunned as she kissed him and bit his lower lip, but sudden realization of what was happening had him kiss Alexis back. 

Their lips mashed together as they passionately made out. Alexis ran her hands through his hair. Their mouths opened and tongues roamed each other's mouths. Michael reached for Alexis's breast and began massaging her causing Alexis to moan into Michael's mouth. Alexis promptly grabbed Michael's dick, giving it a few slow but strong pumps. 

Across the Jacuzzi Jenny reached underwater and pulled her bikini bottom down. Noticing her movement, Michael watched as Jenny obviously masturbated. He was too drunk to really notice that something was off. Thinking he was about to get extremely lucky Michael was hard as a rock. Michael focused back on Alexis, closing his eyes. 

Getting up Jenny says, "While you two are having fun I'll grab some more to drink." 

Jenny walked to the side table and poured another drink. As she retuned Michael opened his eyes. Alexis kissed down his neck. Michael thought he must be more drunk than he thought because to his complete surprise he saw bulging out of Jenny's bikini bottom the biggest cock he had ever seen. Blinking a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly, he was positive that there was a raging hard cock poking out of the top of her bikini. 

It had to be 9 to 10 inches long and thick. Jenny winked at him before stepping back in the water. She perched on top of the Jacuzzi and pulled her cock out of her bikini bottom, stroking it as she watched Alexis and Michael. Michael was frozen. Alexis kept kissing on him down his neck and stroking his cock, which was now surprisingly harder than ever. Michael couldn't take his eyes off of Jenny or her cock. 

Alexis sensed something was wrong, as Michael had stopped engaging her. She looked up at Michael's slack jaw and followed it to Jenny stroking her meaty cock furiously. 

Alexis turned to Michael saying, "I'm sorry, I should've told you." 

"Do you like what you see Michael?" Jenny asked standing up. 

Michael's mind drunkenly processed this. "What the fuck," he nearly shouted. 

Slurring his words Michael said, "No, please stop. I have to go." 

"Oh come on Michael you never know until you try," Jenny pleaded. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



"I'm sorry, I can't do this," he said as he stumbled out of the hot tub. 

"Your little friend says otherwise," Jenny said pointing to Michael's hard cock. 

Alexis reaching for his arm saying, "Michael stop, let's talk about this." 

Jenny was still stroking her cock. Michael hurriedly stumbled to grab his clothes. Covering his crotch, he shuffled away saying, "Alexis I'm sorry, but I just can't do this." 

Michael stumbled home, slamming the door shut as he got in. 

Alexis turned to Jenny saying, "Damn it Jenny, you couldn't control yourself a little longer? We were so close!" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't think he'd react like that," Jenny said. 

"Don't worry about it." Alexis sighed. 

"I could still use a little help here though," Jenny said pointing her cock at Alexis. 

Alexis smiled and moved over to Jenny. 

"You fucker," she said as she grabbed Jenny's cock. 

"You need to help me take care of this to," Alexis said as she pulled her own meaty cock out. 

She guided Jenny's cock into her mouth. Alexis's tongue circled the head of Jenny's cock as she licked it like a lollipop. Jenny moaned as Alexis grabbed the base of her cock. She stroked it as she sucked on the head of her cock. Jenny breathed deeply and put her hand to the back of Alexis's head. Alexis bobbed her head up and down on Jenny's cock. Jenny loved the feeling of Alexis's warm mouth wrapped around her cock, and the look of luscious lips sucking her dick. 

Alexis swallowed more and more of Jenny's cock trying to deepthroat her. With almost all of Jenny's cock down Alexis's throat, Jenny grabbed both sides of Alexis's head and began to fuck her throat. In and out she pumped. Fucking her mouth as Alexis moaned on her cock. She pumped harder until Alexis gagged and Jenny backed off. Alexis grabbed Jenny's cock and sucked the head as she twisted her head on it. Jenny could feel her balls tightening up as Alexis sloppily bobbed on her cock. 

"I'm going to cum," Jenny sighed. 

Alexis rested the head of Jenny's cock in her mouth and continued pumping her cock. Jenny felt her orgasm coming on as she tensed up. She felt her cock spasm and shoot into Alexis's mouth. String after string of cum shot down her throat. Jenny pulled her cock out as Alexis swallowed Jenny's entire load. Alexis licked her lips of the remaining cum. Jenny slapped Alexis's cheek with her cock and giggled. 

Alexis smiling at Jenny saying, "My turn." 

She grabbed Jenny's hand and her drink before stepping out of the Jacuzzi. Swallowing the rest of her vodka, Alexis pulled Jenny into the house. They walked upstairs to Alexis's bedroom tossing their remaining pieces of their bathing suits to the floor. Completely naked, Alexis sported a 7-inch long cock. Pulling Jenny to her, Alexis sat down on the bed. Jenny straddled Alexis's lap facing her as they came together for a tender kiss. 

Gradually playing with each other more before exploring each other's mouth's with their tongues. Alexis groped Jenny's ass passionately giving it hard squeeze. Sliding her hand around to Jenny's asshole, she toyed with her opening before slipping a finger into her ass. She fingered Jenny's hole and used her other hand to feel the curvature of Jenny's ass and lower back. Probing her asshole with small thrusts, Alexis sunk her finger all the way into Jenny's ass. 

Alexis worked another finger in as she moved down to lick on Jenny's breast and lightly nibble on her nipple. Twisting her fingers, Alexis pumped her fingers in and out. Leaning her head back, Jenny moaned and grasped her other breast, squeezing it. Alexis removed her fingers and spit on her hand before stroking her cock. 

"Hop on to my cock," Alexis said. 

Jenny reached back and grabbed Alexis's cock, aiming it at her asshole as she lowered her butt onto Alexis's cock. Sitting on Alexis's lap facing her, Jenny leans forward to kiss Alexis. Alexis began to slowly push her cock up Jenny's ass inch after inch. Although Alexis's cock is not as long as Jenny's, its every bit as thick. Once she was all the way in to the base of her cock Alexis started pumping up into Jenny's ass. 

Moaning into Alexis's mouth, Jenny's grabbed her own cock, which was already hard again. With her other hand on Alexis's shoulder, Jenny began to bounce on Alexis's cock and frequently grind her ass onto Alexis. The sound of Alexis's cock and balls slapping into Jenny's ass filled the room. Jenny gave her cock long strokes while the two made out. 

Jenny grunted and said, "Fuck me Alexis, your cock is so thick." 

"Oh I love how tight your ass is," Alexis told Jenny. 

Breathing heavily, Alexis pumped her cock like a piston into Jenny. Alexis's cock found Jenny's prostate sending sensations of pleasure coursing through Jenny's body. Jenny gripped down on Alexis's cock with her ass muscles. Her whole body began spasming as she stroked her cock furiously. Alexis moans from the pressure as she slams herself up Jenny's ass. Letting out a breathless gasp Jenny's orgasm crashed over her as cum burst from her cock. Spurt after spurt painted each other's tits. 

Alexis, feeling her own cock tensing up, pushed all the way in to the base. Jenny, sensing what was about to come, began grinding in a circular motion on Alexis's cock. Alexis let out a yell, "Fuck!" as she felt cum shoot from her cock and fill Jenny's ass. Jenny felt a filling sensation, as her asshole was soaked with cum. Once her orgasm finished Alexis fell back on the bed, pulling Jenny on top of her. 

Alexis held Jenny close, using both hands to feel her ass, and kissed her once again. Jenny smiled at Alexis. 

"I needed that so bad. You always no just how to fuck me," Jenny said. 

Rolling off, Jenny lay there panting as they both basked in the afterglow. Alexis looked over to Jenny and they both started giggling. 

"We'll try again with Michael tomorrow," Alexis said. 

"What makes you think he'll be back?" Jenny asked. 

"He accidentally grabbed my bikini bottom," Alexis winked. 

"Hmm maybe we she pay him a visit," Jenny laughed. 

Exhausted, they turned to spoon as Jenny wedged her cock in Alexis's ass. They both quickly drifted off to sleep. 

At Michael's house, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was twisted like a pretzel. "I can't believe she was a tranny," he thought. Hearing a knock at his door, Michael turned and pulled the covers over himself to hide his still painful boner. 

His mother walked in and asked, "Hey honey are you feeling alright?" 

"Yes," Michael groans. 

"Are you sure, you've been in bed ever since I got home?" asks his mother. 

Not getting a response, his mother asks, "Where were you? Did you meet the new neighbor girl?" 

Getting irritated, Michael says, "I met her. She's great. Please go away." 

"Okay, well get some sleep," she says closing the door. 

Frustrated, all Michael could think about was the image of Jenny stroking her monstrous cock. Michael threw back the covers and got out of bed. Going into the bathroom, he turned on the shower. Stepping in, Michael felt the warm water cascade down his body. 

Looking down at his cock, Michael's mind screamed, "Why am I still hard?" 

He grabbed his cock and began masturbating. He tried to imagine fucking Alexis and seeing his cock glide past her pussy lips. He tried imagining her luscious dick sucking lips on his cock. Unfortunately, none of that was working as the image of Jenny kept poking up. His hard on was becoming increasingly painful. He imagined Alexis sucking his dick, but his mind twisted his vision to that of him with his lips wrapped around Jenny's fat cock. 

Like the dildo earlier, Michael imagined her meaty cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He started stroking his dick harder as his mouth was beginning water. At this point Michael had given into this fantasy trying to get off as quickly as possible. He imagined taking her cock down the back of his throat. He was breathing heavily as her fantasy cock slid through his lips. He felt the pressure rising in his balls. Just as Jenny's cock shot her load down his throat his cock spasmed and burst all over the shower wall. 

His orgasm was extremely intense as he shot more cum than he had ever seen before. Panting hard, Michael steadied himself by putting his hand to the wall. His knees were so weak that they were shaking. 

"Did that just happen?" he asks himself. 

Exhausted, he finished washing himself off and turns off the shower. Once dried off, Michael fell into bed. His mental distress was being piled on by the realization that he had just came from the vision of himself sucking cock. A thousand questions ran through his mind. "Am I gay? I don't really want to suck cock? She's beautiful, but she has a cock. I like regular girls like Alexis, not Jenny." Eventually overcome by sleep, Michael drifted off.

(This is my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on Chapter 2 now. I look forward to feedback. Let me know if there is anything I can improve and give me some story idea directions.)



The Girl Next Door Ch. 01



It was true. I just wasn't sure of myself. What to say, what to do, girls were just intimidating as hell to me...even or especially this incredibly beautiful girl sitting naked at my feet with her hand gripping my cock.

'You're doing fine so far, you nearly had me cumming a minute ago. I'll show you the rest,' Rachel said, still holding onto my cock and running her hand up and down.

'What?' I asked.

'I can show how to be with a girl, what to do, what to say, how to do it. Basically, you get to fuck my brains out and I get a nice big cock for my first time,' she said. With the most devilish grin she added, 'And my second time, and third, fourth, fifth and sixth times.'

I think she mistook my stunned bemusement for something else because she added, 'Dave, you already said you wanted to fuck me, so here is your chance to take my cherry as well.'

With that I finally realized I was about to fuck for the first time and I was about to fuck the most beautiful girl in school who I'd jerked off to so many times I should have been blind by all accounts.

Rachel looked up at me, both her hands now gripping my hard cock, one above the other, and said, 'Dave, you're going to love this. You won't be a virgin much longer...and neither will I,' and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

She sucked hard on just the head at first and then ran her tongue up it from my balls to the crown and sucked the head again.

This was a completely new feeling for me, and it was incredible.

Then she took the head of my cock to the back of her mouth, stroking the base and cupping my balls, and sucked gently for a while before drawing backwards and sucking harder on the head once again.

She moved her head forwards and backwards, alternating between gentle and powerful sucking.

I couldn't take very much of the feelings she generated in my cock, managed to say 'I... am... going... to... cccc,' and shot my load into Rachel's mouth when she sucked even harder on the head in response to my cry.

She jerked her head forwards and the second surge of my cum hit the back of her mouth, and then forwards still more to swallow all nine inches of my cock as my orgasm continued and, with the whole thing sliding down her throat, gulped it all down like a pro.

She pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled up at me, 'You've got a great cock Dave.'

She was so beautiful, and sexy and she just got done giving me an amazing blowjob. I still couldn't believe it.

Rachel rose from her knees and sat back on the lounger.

'It's time for you to finish what you started,' she said and laid flat again, spreading her legs wide.

I turned my head from side to side, looking up and down at her gorgeous naked body.

'Lick right here, like you were before,' Rachel commanded as she parted her legs wider and pointed to her shaven pussy.

I smiled, moved round to kneel between her legs and practically dove on her. I pulled her legs over my shoulders, wrapped my arms around her thighs and stuck my tongue right into her wet hole. And god was she wet, she was dripping wet. I licked up and down her slit, darting my tongue in and around her hole, lapping at her clitoris.

I commented how wet she was and she agreed that she was incredibly horny and couldn't wait for me to take her cherry.

Wow, I never though I would hear her say that.

Rachel thrashed her head from side to side as I continued to work on her. She tasted so sweet, I loved every second of it. I never thought I would like it so much and I moved my hands up to caress her breasts as well.

She cried out in pleasure at the double assault as I continued sucking her clitoris and squeezing her nipples.

'Oh fuck, yeah...' Rachel screamed, arched her back and grabbed my head, forcing my face into her dripping crotch. Rachel's entire body shook as she orgasmed and she squirted an incredible amount of girl-cum over my face and into my mouth.

'Oh my god that was incredible, how do you know how to eat pussy so well?' Rachel asked.

'I don't know,' I said, 'that's another thing I've never done before.'

'Well, that's a job well done Dave, you get an A plus in the pussy eating department.'

'Oh, I almost forgot, you have a big cock,' Rachel said almost sarcastically. 'It's time for you to take my cherry.'

'Lets swap places,' Rachel chimed, 'I am going to ride you.'

She stood up and I took her place, lying on my back.

Rachel stood over me, straddling the lounger with her feet on the ground either side, looked down at me and smiled.

'What do you think?' Rachel asked.

'I love it so far, but I think I'm going to like what's next even more,' I said.

'I knew you'd love it,' Rachel said as she bent her legs until her pussy was just above my cock. 'I wish I knew you were so big before now, you could have had my cherry ages ago.'

Better late than never I thought to myself.

She took my cock in her hands, stroking it and smiling at me. Then she guided the tip towards her pussy and lowered herself a bit more, easing the head in and letting out a little moan of anguish.

'You're big so I have to go easy,' she said.

I never thought my cock would be entering her, ever, as she sank lower, taking the head in completely and giving another little grimace of pain as her barrier broke.

Rachel dropped down all the way and moaned again, only louder and in pleasure this time, as my cock surged up into her hot, moist channel. I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and she leaned forwards so I could take a nipple into my mouth. Her juicy pussy seemed to pulsate round my cock. It felt better than I ever thought it would.

I sucked on her breasts as she pumped up and down on my cock, slowly at first.

She picked up her pace, almost wincing as my cock went in so deep on each stroke that it hit the end of her passage. After a few times she dropped down a bit harder at the end of every down-stroke, taking my cock just a little deeper, and ground her clitoris forwards and backwards on my pubic bone before sliding up my shaft again. Her breathing became quicker, almost panting, and her pussy was growing wetter and wetter.

There was no stopping us; if our parents came home at that moment they would have to wait.

She lifted her feet up onto the sunbed beside my hips and I spread my legs wide so she could drop down onto my cock just that little bit further, taking it a bit deeper. She leaned back, putting her hands on my knees, so my cock pushed harder on her g-spot as it went past each time and I reached down to caress her clitoris as well.

She pumped even harder, screaming 'Oh God, Oh god, fuck yeah.'

I held onto her, pulling her hips to me, driving my cock deeper inside her. I could feel her pulsing wetness envelope me as she lifted her feet up, arched her spine and wriggled her hips from side to side, her entire weight concentrated on forcing my cock even deeper still.

The muscles of her pussy rippled up and down my cock as she came, and I felt the incredible rush of my first orgasm via intercourse as I filled her pussy and a flood of girl-cum shot out, drenching my pubes and jetting up to my stomach.

Her eyes opened, fixed on mine, she flopped forwards onto my chest, gasping, and said, 'That was fucking incredible, especially for a first time. Talk about fucking my brains out,' and she squeezed my cock with the muscles of her pussy, 'I think you just succeeded. Want to do it again?'

'Oh yes, but I want to be on top this time,' I demanded.

I rolled her to her back and my cock never even slipped from her pussy.

'Well look who is brave now,' said Rachel, smiling in a very contented way.

I looked down at her with complete confidence. I knew what I wanted and I knew I wanted it now. I smiled at her and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and began moving my hips up and down, sliding my rock hard cock in and out of her saturated pussy.

Rachel looked up at my face, with my cock ramming into her, and said, 'Fuck me Dave, fuck my brains out again.'

And I did, pounding my cock into her. She was taking every inch and loving it, she rolled her head from side to side just like when I ate her, but now she was screaming, 'Fuck me Dave.'

And it was the sweetest thing I could have ever heard. I reached down to grasp her knees and pulled them upwards, then moved my hands to hold her ankles and lifted them up more until they were over my shoulders.

I could now get my cock even deeper than before, she began screaming that her orgasm was upon her and I knew I was going to join her in my release once more. 

'Pump me full of your cum, cum in me, cum IN me again damn it,' she cried, brought her legs down to put her heels on the backs of my thighs, her hands on my waist, and pulled me deeper.

I obliged and sent surge after surge into her waiting pussy.

I just had sex with the most beautiful girl in school and it was awesome.

I pulled my now limp cock out of Rachel and lay next to her. I was completely spent and needed to rest. She jumped up, got a cloth to clean me off and quickly rejoined me on the lounger. We cuddled up together talking and giggling about what just took place. We spent the next few hours naked together relaxing by the pool, eating and kissing...and fucking.

She put some sunscreen on my front this time, deepthroated me and we fucked again.

We went inside, into their kitchen to have lunch, and I fucked her as she bent over the kitchen table.

When we finished lunch we went back out to the pool, and fucked once more.

I excused myself quickly when we heard her family come home and went home myself, completely knackered. I woke the next day wishing I could lie by the pool again but it was cloudy out. I would have to wait.

Rachel and I had an incredible summer, especially when both our families went away on holiday at the same time and we both had to house-sit for three weeks.

Lets just say, Debbie never stood a chance...

*

If I get enough favourable feedback on this story I'll write the second part about Debbie, Rachel's identical twin sister.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Taking the Next Step Into Depravity

Michael hardly got any sleep that night. When he did his dreams were filled with images of Jenny and her large penis. He tossed and turned in frustration. As he rolled over for what felt like the thousandth time he was blinded by the sunlight that had been creeping through his window. Deciding sleep was a losing effort; Michael tore his covers off and hopped out of bed. 

Slowly making his way to the bathroom, he was reminded of his frustrations by his straining boner. He wished he could explain it away as morning wood, but it had plagued him most of the night. After allowing himself relief to the image of Jenny's cock down his throat last night Michael couldn't bring himself to masturbate again. 

Michael got ready for the day by taking a warm shower and he quickly brushed his teeth. Throwing on some sweats to lounge in, he got ready for his first full day of summer break. Thankfully, the warm shower had calmed him down a bit. Cleaning up a little from when he stumbled in last night, Michael grabbed his ruffled up clothes and went to throw them in the hamper. 

As he was about to toss them he noticed an article of clothing that didn't belong. There, wrapped in his pants, was Alexis's bikini top from last night. A shiver went up his spine as he felt his cock pulse even harder thinking of Alexis's perky breasts glistening in the Jacuzzi water. Just then the door to his room swung open. Quickly putting the bikini top behind his back, his mom walked in. 

"Oh good, you're up," she said, "Let me grab those dirty clothes from you." 

Looking down, his mom caught sight of the obvious tent in her son's pants and quickly shifted her eyes. Mortified, Michael quickly reached into his pocket and adjusted himself. 

Grabbing his clothes his mom said, "Come downstairs and I'll make some breakfast." 

As she turned out of the room Michael stuffed the bikini top in his pocket. He let out a deep breath and made his way down to the kitchen. Sitting down to a nice home cooked meal was one of Michael's favorite parts about coming home. He loved his mom's cooking. Stuffing food in his face, it was the first time he really was able to take his mind off Alexis and Jenny. 

After he finished eating he sat back and relaxed. Throwing his arms back behind his head, Michael enjoyed the peaceful morning. Then the doorbell rang. Michael's mom went to the door, as he wasn't paying much attention. 

Opening up the door Michael's mom let out an excited, "Hi, you must be the new girl next door!" 

This immediately snapped Michael to attention. 

"Yes, I'm Alexis. Nice to meet you!" Alexis cheerily replied. 

Michael turned around to see the girl he was ready to go all the way with last night. There she stood in a simple but sexy outfit, a colorful top that showed just enough cleavage and some daisy dukes. A car honked as it pulled away down the street. Alexis turned to wave before facing back to Michael's mom. Michael realized that was Jenny pulling away with a little apprehension. Alexis shot him a wink as he approached the two of them. 

"Welcome to the neighborhood, come on in," his mom said. 

"Oh, thank you," she said as she stepped inside. "I just wanted to introduce myself and thank Michael for welcoming me to the neighborhood last night." 

Michael smiled. 

"Oh well I'm sure the pleasure was all his," Michael's mom said placing her hand on his shoulder. 

Blushing, Michael said, "Why don't we sit down and I'll grab everyone a drink." 

Michael's mom was always trying to set him up with girls and she wasn't always very subtle about it. He poured a glass of lemonade for each of them after directing Alexis to the living room. He walked into the room as his mom and Alexis finished laughing. 

"Oh thank you dear," his mom said. 

"What's so funny," Michael asked. 

"I was just telling Alexis that you were feeling a little under the weather last night, and she said you don't hold your liquor very well for a college guy," his mom said. 

Michael laughed nervously as he passed the drinks around. Michael sat down between them. They chatted for a little while about this and that. Michael let Alexis and his mom talk as he tried to think of a way out of this situation. After last night he didn't feel comfortable being around Alexis so soon and especially with her talking to his mom about him. 

His mind wandered, of course eventually landing on images of Alexis's soft lips that he was enjoying last night before Jenny's revelation. In his pants, Michael's member began to grow. Noticing this Michael shifted in his seat a little bit. 

"...Michael and his friends love to go out to the local bars. I'm sure he'd love to show you around one night," Michael's mom said bringing Michael back into the conversation. 

"Really? That'd be great. I'd love to see Michael in his element," Alexis said placing her hand on his thigh. 

"Yeah um we can do that," Michael gulped. 

"Well.." Michael's mom began before being cutoff by the phone ringing. 

"I'll grab that," she said getting up. 

As she left the room Michael felt Alexis's hand move to his lap. Looking her way Alexis was sporting the sexiest grin. 

"You know.. You missed out on a lot of fun last night," she softly spoke. 

Her hand outlined his hardened member. Michael felt hot around his collar. 

"Um I mean.. I didn't know what to do when I saw Jenny's.. penis," he whispered. "I'm not like that," Michael said. 

Alexis scooted closer to him. 

"You and me could have still had fun," she spoke huskily into his ear as she was now sitting right up against him. "It's rude to get a girl all worked up and not finish the job." 

Michael couldn't believe this was happening to him. One of the hottest girls he'd ever met was now petting his dick as his mom was in the other room. 

"Well I guess I need to make it up to you," said Michael suggestively. 

"Mhm I like the sound of that," Alexis said while rubbing his cock. 

The sound of the phone being hung up in the other room cut the sexual tension as Alexis scooted back to her previous seat. Walking into the room Michael's mom seemed uneasy. 

"What's wrong?" Michael asked. 

"I have to run to work. Somebody broke in last night and they need me there. Will you be okay?" she asked. 

"Yeah I'll be fine. Do you need any help?" Michael asked.

"No, I just need to check what was taken," she said. "Alexis it was great to meet you, hopefully I'll see you later." "

Yeah absolutely," Alexis said. 

Michael's mom hurried out the door. No sooner did the door shut than Alexis moved back across the couch to Michael. Michael turned back to Alexis. 

"Well I.. " he began before her lips roughly met his. 

His eyes widened in surprise. Michael caught Alexis's hips as she lay into him. As the surprise wore off, Michael relaxed into returning the kiss. The two fell back on the couch, Alexis lay on top of Michael. Their lips smacked together. He reached behind Alexis and grabbed ahold of her ass, squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks like dough. Alexis let out a weak moan from his caressing that rattled inside Michael's mouth. 

Michael's mouth opened to allow entry to her tongue. They continued tongue kissing like this for several minutes and the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of each other. The friction between them heated up their bodies. Michael grabbed Alexis's top and pulled it over her head causing them to break their kiss. Alexis sat back up, straddling him, and letting Michael take in the view of her breasts from below. 

Michael smiled at her saying, "You're so unbelievably sexy." 

Alexis's face lit up into a sexy grin as she reached in-between her boobs to unclasp her bra. Releasing her magnificent breasts, Alexis waved her bra in Michael's face as she giggled before throwing it behind her. Grabbing Michael's wrists, Alexis put his hands on herself. Unlike her butt, Michael massaged Alexis's boobs softly, paying special attention to her areolas. 

Throwing her head back, Alexis moaned and ground her hips into his crotch. She leaned back over him and pulled his shirt off. Her luscious lips met his again briefly before she got up and off the couch. Michael sat up following her body, but Alexis pushed his chest back as he tried to get up. She got ahold of his pants and pulled them roughly down his legs and off. 

Kneeling down in front of him, Alexis slid Michael's boxers down while Michael lifted up. His dick flipped up, and slapped against his stomach. Alexis liked what she saw as she licked her lips. Michael sported a thick 8-inch cock. Michael looked down on this beautiful women knowing what was coming. Alexis's eyes met his with a look of insatiable lust. She wrapped her hand around his cock sending chills up his spine. 

Slowly stroking him up and down Alexis asked, "Are you ready for what you missed out on last night?" 

"God yes," exhaled Michael. 

His raging hard-on pulsed in her hand. Alexis extended her tongue out to lick the head of his cock causing it to spasm in her hand. Alexis giggled at the reaction before resting his throbbing member in her mouth, wrapping her lips around its bulbous head. She began bobbing up and down on his cock. Using her saliva to get his dick wet and slick, she worked the upper third of his cock with her mouth while she pumped the shaft with her hand. 

Like a big lollipop she rolled her tongue around the head of his dick, slowly sucking him deeper towards her throat. This action was creating enormous pleasure that coursed from his shaft throughout his body. Alexis worked her hand up and down his cock faster as she backed her mouth off to spit on the head before sucking him back down. Inching further down his member on each bob of her head, Alexis worked her lips further down his shaft until her nose was pressed against Michael's abdomen. Michael's eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sensation of his dick being deep throated. He crossed his toes as he tried to will away his orgasm. 

"Not yet, not yet," he said to himself. 

Backing off again to catch her breath, Alexis licked her lips looking up at Michael. Stroking his wet cock with her hand, she continued sucking his meaty shaft. Taking her hand off his cock she went all the way down once more. Pausing once the head was as far down her throat as it would go. She started to gag and backed off for air. 

Alexis began to massage Michael's ball sack, rubbing them and probing them like a tennis player deciding on a serve-able ball. Dipping her head down she licked each ball, before sucking one at a time. She began to alternate between sucking his shaft and sucking on his balls. Alexis licked up his member. She was impressed by his stamina so far. Looking up she could see the dilemma written on Michael's face as he fought to delay his sexual gratification. Alexis decided now was the perfect time to push Michael's boundaries. 

As her lips pumped up and down on his cock she reached her other hand underneath him. Guiding her wet fingers between his ass cheeks, she began to gently caress his asshole. An alarm went off in Michael's head as he realized what she was doing. Before he could react Alexis picked up the pace of her sucking going all the way down his shaft and throat fucking herself. 

"Ughh oh my god you're so good at this," he said. 

Seeing her opportunity she shoved her pointer finger in his ass up to the knuckle. 

"Ahhh," he groaned. 

Michael tried to shift away but Alexis's mouth held firm on his cock and her finger stuck deep in his ass. She started to work her finger in and out of his ass at the same pace as her mouth bobbed on his cock. Once the initial pain and shock wore off, a certain feeling of fullness took over. Michael began to relax as much as he could with a straining boner. His cock had become painfully hard. 

Alexis maintained a steady pace on his dick, sucking the upper portion while she stroked the shaft. She worked another finger into his ass slowly letting Michael get accustomed to the pressure. He had been trying his best to focus on Alexis's mouth but he couldn't hide the fact that her fingers were having an obvious effect on him. Every time she moved her fingers in Michael let out a weak moan. She pushed her fingers deeper until she had them both in to the hilt. 

Pleasure started to really build up within Michael. Alexis pumped her fingers in and out fast until she hit just the right spot. Suddenly Michael felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, cresting but not subsiding. He let out a gasp and then a deep groan as his hips and back arched off the couch. This forced his cock deep down Alexis's throat. The feeling was the most intense pleasure Michael had ever experienced. Michael felt pressure building up in his balls as his orgasm approached. Alexis sensed this and held her fingers in place. She sucked down hard with his cock down her throat. Michael's cock spasmed and released a shot of cum down her throat. 

"Ohhhhh myyyaaaahhhhh," Michael yelled. 

She swallowed as quickly as she could. Several more bursts of cum followed in quick succession. Alexis struggled to swallow it all as it leaked out from the corners of her mouth. Michael's orgasm surprised him by how intense it was. The wave of pleasure combined with the orgasm was unlike anything he had felt before, even for how brief it lasted. He couldn't believe how much he came. Once his orgasm subsided he collapsed back on the couch. Alexis licked her lips of the remaining cum, swallowing her prize for a job well done. She got up and plopped down on the couch next to Michael. 

"That was incredible," Michael said after a moment of silence. 

Alexis looked over at Michael, a goofy smile plastered on his face. 

"Well I'm glad to hear my service is appreciated," she smiled. 

Alexis leaned over and kissed him gingerly, enjoying his succulent lips. Exhausted, Michael tried his best to return the kiss. Her soft puffy lips danced on his. 

Separating from him Alexis said, "That was a lot of fun. We should do that again soon." 

"I'd love that," Michael replied. 

Alexis got up and started dressing. She put her bra and top back on. Michael just watched and appreciated her figure and sultry curves. 

Turning back towards him, Alexis said, "I tell you what, why don't you come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night." 

"That sounds good to me," Michael said ready for any opportunity to see this women again. 

Alexis leaned over him and gave him quick kiss. 

"Good," she smiled "I've got a surprise that I can't wait to share with you." 

"Let me walk you out," he said. 

Michael got up and threw on his pants. He walked her to the door before remembering his discovery that morning. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the bikini top from last night. 

"I think this belongs to you," he said. 

"Why thank you," she said with a knowing smile. "The next time you want to take an article of my clothing all you need to do is ask," she laughed. 

Michael grinned sheepishly. Alexis shot Michael a wink before stepping out. Michael waved as he watched her make it over to her front door. Once she was inside he closed the door and sunk down with his back up against the door. Sitting, he contemplated all that just happened. He couldn't believe he had just received a blowjob from such a beautiful girl and that she could make him feel the way she did. 

Michael had never let a girl stick anything up his ass before. This didn't help his thoughts that he had had last night about Jenny. He let out a sigh. 

"At least I know that I'm still attracted to normal girls like Alexis," he said to himself thinking of his mental turmoil from last night. 

But Alexis was anything but normal. 

"There is definitely something special about her," he thought. 

Getting up from the floor, Michael went upstairs and washed up. He spent the rest of the day finishing his chores and reveling in the greatest orgasm he'd ever had. Once his mom came home that night he informed her that he'd be going out for drinks with the guys the next night. He didn't want her getting any ideas. Michael's father was away on business for another week as was ordinary for his job. He was sure his mother would have ample time to come up with plans for Alexis and him if she thought Alexis was interested in him. Michael decided he'd pursue where, whatever this was, went with Alexis for a while before telling his mom. 

He lay in bed that night thinking about all that had transpired. From Jenny's cock to Alexis's blowjob and his anal orgasm, he didn't really know what to think. His head was in a pretzel. He was brought up to think in terms of the norms of contemporary society. He maintained a "to each their own" view, but had never considered himself ever enjoying anything that a non-heterosexual male would enjoy. Now he was experiencing these sexual fantasies of Jenny's penis, and he couldn't very well overlook the intense pleasure that Alexis's fingers brought on. He fell asleep that night knowing he had more to contemplate, but for now he would enjoy where this path with Alexis would go. 

He woke up the next day well rested and with a terrific hard-on at full mast. Giving his shaft a good squeeze, he got up and hopped in the shower. He worked his dick real hard as he enjoyed the hot water on his back. He thought of Alexis's warm mouth around his cock. He remembered how good it felt sliding up and down his hard member combined with her fingers stimulating his asshole. 

Michael curiously reached his hand back to his butt and touched his asshole as he masturbated. He gently pushed a finger in. Having never had anything up his ass before Alexis's fingers yesterday Michael still felt strange about it. But, something compelled him to keep going. Every time he dipped his finger in, deeper each time, he got a thrilling feeling that caused his dick to pulsate. Michael picked up the pace, eventually squeezing a second finger up his tight hole. He got into a rhythm where he pumped his fingers into his ass every time he stroked his shaft. 

Breathing heavy, Michael felt his orgasm approaching. Panting with each stroke, his ass clinched around his fingers as his cock shot cum across the shower wall. Michael threw his arm against the wall to support himself as he finished milking the remaining cum out of his cock. Then he heard a knock at his bathroom door. 

"Honey, if you're going to masturbate please do it out of the shower. Your twenty minute showers use up enough hot water as is." his mother said. "Get dressed, I have a lot of work for you today." 

Like any guy getting caught masturbating, Michael was mortified. He hurriedly finished washing up and threw on some clothes. 

His mother wasn't kidding. He must have cleaned half the house that morning alone. Around midday he found himself pushing the lawn mower up and down his yard. He always enjoyed cutting the grass because it gave him time to think. Plus it was warm sunny day. Until then he hadn't processed the fingering he'd given himself earlier. Now that he thought about it, Michael realized he found it very enjoyable. 

"That doesn't make me gay though right?" he thought. "I mean it's not like it's another dudes dick up my ass." 

He was in such deep thought that he almost didn't notice the finger tapping his shoulder. He turned to see it was Alexis. She was wearing a nice sundress that complimented her sun-kissed skin. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Hey, you look stunning," Michael replied. 

"Thank you," she smiled, "I just wanted to tell you to be at my place around 8 o'clock tonight for dinner." 

"I'll be there," he said. 

"Okay see you then," she said as she turned to walk away. 

Michael's eyes followed her ass as it swayed. Even in a sundress Alexis's perky ass was inviting. He went about the lawn and finished his chores for the day. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



Cleaning up and getting dressed, Michael prepared himself for dinner. His mind roamed around thinking about the possibilities that night had in store. He threw on a nice shirt and some cologne. Looking at himself in the mirror he determined he was ready. 

A little before eight Michael slipped out of the house without his mom noticing and made his way over to Alexis's place. At her front steps he took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. He heard a yell of "Open!" from inside so he entered. Once inside he caught a whiff of what smelt like fresh strawberries and pasta. It was a delicious aroma. He followed the scent into the dining room where silverware was laid out on the table. 

"Hi there," came a sensuous voice from behind him. 

Turning, Michael's eyes met the jaw-dropping site before him. Alexis, dressed in a form-fitting black mini-dress that presented her breasts for Michael's eyes, shot an alluring glare back at him. With her lips painted a bright red she grinned at Michael. 

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked. 

"Um wow," Michael said realizing he was staring. 

Alexis laughed. "Sit down at the table and I'll grab the food," she said. 

She walked around the corner into the kitchen while Michael sat down. Alexis came back into the room with a plate in each hand. She placed Michael's in front of him and placed hers at the other end of the table. Grabbing a bottle of red wine from a nearby shelf, she poured a glass for each of them. She smiled at Michael as she set his glass down. 

"Thank you," he said, "The food looks amazing." 

"Thank you," Alexis said. 

Alexis sat down and they ate. All the while they ate they carried on conversation about each other. Michael told her about school and his career aspirations, and about his mother and father's jobs. Michael found out Alexis had grown up in the city and had only decided to move to the suburbs to escape the daily grind. She wanted a more relaxing environment when she returned home from traveling for her job. Alexis was coy when asked about the specifics of her work, tiptoeing the question. 

"I think I'd rather show you than tell you," she said. 

Not really sure what this meant, Michael nodded. They finished eating, and Alexis cleared their plates. They each ended up drinking a couple glasses of wine. Soon their conversation had grew goofy as they joked with each other. Alexis got up and grabbed Michael's hand. Guiding him from his chair out into the living room, she sat him down on the couch facing the TV. Michael smiled up at Alexis as she settled her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. 

Draping her arms around Michael's neck, Alexis brought her lips to his. They shared a closed mouth kiss. Alexis pressing her soft lips into his and enjoyed the feeling of Michael's hands sliding from her hips up to cup her breasts. Michael opened his mouth to meet hers, allowing her tongue entry. Exploring each other's mouths passionately, they rubbed their hands up and down each other. Michael groped her ass and breasts while Alexis rubbed on his shoulders and chest. 

They continued kissing like this, roaming each other's mouths and bodies, until Alexis separated and stood up in front of Michael. Breathing heavily, she pulled off her mini-dress and tossed it to the floor. Michael followed suit, taking his shirt off and kicking his pants off. In just her panties, Alexis felt her areolas as she swayed her hips to her own beat. With her eyes closed she threw her head back enjoying the feeling of her self-pleasure. 

Michael pulled his boxers down and enjoyed the show Alexis was putting on. He gripped his dick and started stroking. Alexis decided to climb back on Michael's lap, presenting her breasts to his awaiting mouth. Licking all around her nipples as his hand tweaked the other nipple, Michael alternated sucking on each breast. Reaching behind her, Alexis groped his cock, which stuck out between her thighs. 

Once she felt she had Michael aroused enough, Alexis let go of his cock. She had to practically pry him off her left tit. Backing off him, she waved a finger in front of his face. 

"We're just getting started," she teased with a mischievous smile. 

Dropping to her knees, she pulled on Michael's dick. Alexis leaned in and licked his cockhead. Michael spread his arms across the couch in ecstasy at the feeling. Grabbing both his knees, Alexis opened them wide and pulled his ass to the edge of the couch. Michael had never been manhandled like this before. The vulnerability he was feeling was incredibly erotic. While Michael was getting accustomed to his slouching position, Alexis took advantage. Lifting his balls up with his cock, she dipped her head below and licked his asshole. 

"Woah," Michael nearly shouted. 

Grinning at him, Alexis said, "Just enjoy the ride. Let me have this and you'll get something later." 

Michael looked down at her. Alexis was just oozing sex. He desperately wanted to fuck her. Relenting, he nodded to her. Alexis delved in, licking and sucking. She tongued his hole. Working her way in, she probed in and out. 

"What? Oh my god," Michael said incredulously dragging his hands through his hair as the sensation hit him. 

This was uncharted territory once again for him. Alexis was introducing him to all kinds of ways to get off. He enjoyed her tongue as it worked around his asshole. Teasing him, she backed off once again. 

"Ughh," Michael moaned. 

He was putty in her hands. She ate his ass as she squeezed his ass cheeks apart. Enjoying her tongue as it explored him, Michael slowly stroked his shaft. It was leaking pre-cum. After a few minutes of probing, Alexis stopped. She didn't want this to be the main event, merely an appetizer. She stood back up. 

"I knew you'd like it," she said. 

Not sure of his reaction, Michael blushed embarrassed. 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of guys love having their ass eaten," Alexis said. "It doesn't matter whether it's a tongue, finger, dildo or a juicy cock, guys normally neglect or don't know the pleasure they can get from their ass." 

Michael's mind flashed an image of Jenny's cock, bulbous and hard. His mouth dried thinking of what Jenny would do to his ass with it. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind. He looked at Alexis who had the sexiest grin on her face. 

"Plus, I think it's hot to watch you squirm," she joked. 

She turned and walked to the TV, her hips sashaying, showing off her panty clad ass. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

Michael felt his cock. It was painfully hard. 

"You're in for a real treat," she said over her shoulder. 

"How's that," he asked. 

"You'll be the first person that's seen this," Alexis said as she placed a DVD in the player. 

She traipsed her way back over to Michael. He watched her breasts, hips, and body move as the lighting danced on her skin. She sat back on his lap, his cock pressing against her abdomen as her breasts pressed into his chest. Their lips met in a closed mouth kiss. Michael kept one eye on the screen, intrigued by this surprise. Alexis's arms wrapped around Michael's back on to his shoulders. 

Their kiss was soft and gentle at first but it soon grew intense. Michael kept taking peeks at the screen during their kiss. He missed the title screen, but he watched as the scene opened to a couple in bed making out. Alexis reached down and squeezed Michael's cock. He groaned looking back at her as she simply winked at him. Alexis gradually increased the tempo that she pumped his shaft to. Michael was incredibly aroused watching the couple in the video as they were now in various modes of undress. 

The actors turned over, and suddenly Michael, in shock, recognized Alexis as the girl on screen. Her tits were out as she released the guy's dick from his pants. Realizing that this was in fact a porno and the girl he was lusting for was a pornstar, Michael broke their kiss. Looking from Alexis, to the screen, and back to her, Michael tried to process all of these pieces of information. 

"Now you know what kind of acting I do," Alexis said. 

She grinned at Michael's demeanor as he stared at the screen amazed. He watched Alexis suck this unknown guys cock, and even recognized some moves from yesterday. 

"Do you have a problem with that," she asked. 

"Ugh," he coughed, "No." 

"Good," she smiled. 

"My neighbor is a sexy pornstar who wants to fuck me," Michael thought, "This day couldn't be any better." 

Alexis closed the distance between their mouths quickly. Michael greeted her open mouthed kiss, their tongues dancing with each other. On screen Alexis was finishing a blowjob. She took a quick peek at the screen herself and realized it was time to set her plan in motion. She climbed back off of him. 

"I think it's time I share my little secret," Alexis said. 

"I already know you're a pornstar," Michael laughed. 

"No," she giggled. "This is a little bigger than that," she said smiling. 

Michael pulled on his dick as Alexis turned away. She shook her ass for him, swaying back and forth. Michael watched as she teased him with her panties. Gripping the lace in each hand, Alexis slid her panties down her ass only to bring them back up. Grinding them up her ass crack as she twisted and turned. 

"This girl is a sex goddess," Michael thought. 

Alexis leaned forward pulling her panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she balled her panties up in her hand. She snapped up into a standing position and whipping her hair back. Alexis looked back over her shoulder to Michael. He reached his hand out and felt her bare ass cheek. Kneading the soft flesh. Michael's eyes scanned her body from her perky ass up the line of her back. He looked past her as Alexis's character in the video was now standing in front of the male actor with her hands on her hips facing away from the camera. 

"Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked. 

As the camera began to pan around, Alexis turned. 

"No way," Michael thought as the camera revealed this male pornstar sucking on a thick 7-inch cock. 

Michael looked down and, sure enough, where he expected to find a vagina hung a flaccid penis. 

"How did I not..?" Michael began to ask himself as images flooded his mind of Jenny's cock, and all the signs he seemingly missed. 

"You have a dick," he said incredulously. 

"Mhm," she smiled back at him proudly. 

She started to stroke herself. 

"I had no idea," he said. 

Alexis leaned in close to Michael. 

"Do you want to run away again," she asked softly. 

Part of Michael was screaming yes, but another part wasn't so sure. Remembering all the ways that Alexis had already pleasured him, his thoughts drifted to what she had said earlier. 

"Enjoy the ride," Michael whispered to himself. 

Hearing this, Alexis grinned from ear to ear. She knew she had him. She quickly closed the small gap between them, pressing her soft lips into his. Michael's surprised lips eventually gave in. Theirs mouths caressing in a tender kiss. Gliding back onto his lap, Alexis's member met Michael's as they pressed against each other. A fierce heat was generated between them. It rose up Michael's neck and across his face. 

Alexis whispered to his ear, "Let's go upstairs." 

Taking Michael by the hand, they got up. She led him upstairs. Once in her bedroom, Alexis pushed Michael onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and proceeded to make-out with Michael. Grabbing her ass, he rubbed her smooth skin. Alexis reached for both of their cocks. Grasping them together, she started jerking them in unison. The feeling was electric. Michael loved as their cocks worked together. Michael was getting close, but almost like she could sense it, again Alexis let go. 

She spun around into a 69 position. Immediately, she went down on Michael's cock, slurping and bobbing up and down. While Michael enjoyed the feeling of Alexis's throat on his shaft he couldn't ignore her dick that hung in front of his face. Alexis went all the way down on Michael, holding him deep down her throat. She gagged and backed off his cock. 

Looking back and sensing Michael's apprehension, Alexis said, "Just let go, it won't bite." 

Taking a deep breath, Michael reached for her. He traced his fingers around her penis. The light touch tickled Alexis, sending a shiver up her back. Michael watched as it grew even harder in his hand. Something about her growing cock made him even more aroused. He started stroking it. 

Precum had started to build up and a drop fell from the tip to Michael's mouth. He licked his lips, tasting it. It didn't taste good, but it didn't taste bad either. Alexis decided to go back to sucking on his cock. Encouraged by her, Michael extended his tongue and licked her cock head. Alexis moaned, sending vibrations down Michael's shaft. This was too good for Michael. He wrapped his lips around her penis. 

"This is it," he thought. 

Turning his brain off, Michael raised his head and sucked more of her into his mouth. He tried to think about what he liked about what Alexis was doing. He began to bob up and down on her cock, taking more in with each time he went down on her. Michael grabbed both of her ass cheeks and pulled her hips down. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room, as they both were engrossed with each other's appendages. 

Michael found that he liked the sensation of her meat sliding in his mouth, his tongue wrapped around the shaft, and her cockhead hitting the back of his throat. Plus, the affect that it was having on Alexis excited him. This teamwork, sucking on each other, kept going for a couple minutes until the inevitable happened. Michael had been teased so much that he was surprised he lasted this long. He could feel his own balls starting to tighten up. Alexis pulled out all the stops, deep-throating Michael and bouncing him down the back of her throat. 

Michael's body tensed up, and shot cum down her throat. Alexis expertly swallowed all that spurted from his cockhead. Gulping it down she kept milking his cock with her throat. Michael had been so focused on his own orgasm while he softly licked Alexis's dick that he wasn't expecting when her penis suddenly spasmed in his mouth. Cum suddenly filled his mouth. Much more than he could have expected. He instinctively attempted to swallow some, but it was too much at once as he was still straining his body with his own burst. Her cock slipped from his mouth as he coughed. 

Alexis's orgasm shook her as she moaned. Her back arched as she lifted her mouth from his cock. Cum covered Michael's mouth, some dripped down his neck as her member slapped the sides of Michael's face. Once her orgasm subsided, Alexis rolled over lying opposite Michael. 

She took a deep breath before propping herself up. Alexis sat facing Michael. He sat up as well. Alexis giggled at Michael's face. He smiled realizing he was coated in cum. Michael leaned forward and was met by Alexis's lips. She forced her tongue past his lips, licking inside his mouth. She enjoyed the taste of her own cum which painted the inside of his mouth. 

Breaking the kiss, Alexis licked up the remaining cum on Michael's face and neck. She brought it back to Michael's mouth, swapping the cum with him. Each of their flaccid members then began to respond again. Alexis smiled at Michael's hardening cock. 

"My turn," he said grinning. 

He pushed her onto her back. As they kissed Alexis reached under the end of the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. She handed the bottle to him, winking at him. Alexis stroked her cock as Michael squirted lube into his hand. He applied some to her asshole and some to the head of his cock. Guiding his dick to her asshole, Michael looked up at Alexis. The view he had was beyond erotic. There was something about the sight of Alexis, sporting the sexiest smile, her breasts rising as she inhaled, stroking her cock that had Michael entranced. 

"I'm ready. Go ahead," she said. 

Easing his cock into her asshole, Michael slipped in as far as he could before he met resistance. He pulled back out without exiting completely and slid back in. It only took him a couple times before he had himself all the way in. While Michael settled himself, Alexis enjoyed the fullness. Michael started pumping in and out slowly. Leaning into her, he rocked his hips. 

Alexis clenched her ass muscles around his cock as he was pulling out. 

"Ohhh," Michael cooed. 

He picked up the pace, fucking Alexis harder with each thrust. 

"Yesss," Alexis moaned. 

She continued milking his cock with her ass as he pumped. Slamming into her now, Michael was breathing heavily. His balls slapped into her ass as he bottomed out with each thrust. 

"Ughh ughh ughh," Alexis was saying as her body rocked each time his cock slammed into her. 

She started pushing her ass back onto his cock, meeting his thrusts. The fucked at each other. Intensely, they groaned and moaned. Michael's dick was firing into her like the piston of a car engine.

"Ohh there it isssss," Alexis groaned as Michael's cock found her pleasure spot deep in her ass. 

Holding himself in place, Michael started grinding his cock in a circular motion. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Alexis yelled as she furiously pumped her shaft. 

An orgasmic sensation shot through her body. She gasped as cum erupted from her cock. Spurt after spurt hit Michael's stomach and then Alexis's abdomen followed by her tits. Michael kept pumping, prolonging Alexis's orgasm. He fucked her as hard as he could. Alexis's orgasm squeezed her ass around his member. It wouldn't let go easily. Michael felt the familiar feeling of his balls constricting. His dick expanded in Alexis's ass, before finally bursting. 

Michael held himself there, filling her with his cum. Once his orgasm finished he exhaled and fell forward. Lying on top of Alexis, he desperately caught his breath. Turning onto his back, Michael tried to relax. 

"That was great," Alexis said turning her head to face Michael. 

"You can say that again," he panted back to her smiling. 

They both lay there and enjoyed the afterglow. Neither of them wanted to move. As opposed to the last few nights where Michael was busy stressing, on this night Michael couldn't be more at ease. Alexis turned on her side and lay against Michael. She nuzzled her head against his chest. Exhausted, they drifted off to sleep together. Michael's last thought being, "I never want this to end."



(Thank you everyone who gave me feedback on my previous chapter. I tried to incorporate it. There will be a third chapter. I'll try to finish it a little quicker this time.)



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



About a week had passed since my first encounter with the girl next door, Meghan. I was sitting in my living room watching T.V. For some reason I chose to quell my boredom with re-runs of some stupid comedic drama instead of getting off my ass to enjoy the great summer weather. The plot of the show was so enthralling my eyes had been reduced to slits, Thankfully my boredom received a temporary reprieve when I heard a loud knocking at my front door.

Upon opening, I could see Megan's smile, but she was not alone. At her side was a girl from my school, her name was Jen I believe. Jen did share a common age with Meghan, but that was pretty much the end of their similarity.

Jen's long blonde hair encased her beautiful blue eyes, little nose, and full lips. She was much less voluptuous than Meghan, featuring an exquisite set of A cups and a small round ass. Jen certainly lacked size, but she had more than enough shape. Combined with the unbelievable gorgeous features of her face what her body lacked still allowed her to get a perfect score in my eyes.

Jen was quite a bit taller than Meghan, measuring a good 5'6". Despite her height advantage I would still put her in the same category as her friend, a small girl, probably not weighing more than 110lbs.

"How can I help you girls?" I asked as they stood on my front step.

"Jen and I were wondering if you were busy today? Maybe you want to hang out for a bit?" Meghan asked.

"Not busy at all, why don't you two come in?" I offered, "can I get either of you something to drink?"

The girls stepped through my door way, requesting 'whatever is easiest'. I led them through my house, stopping in the kitchen to pour them two glasses of water which I took out to my back porch. I set down the glasses, and offered them to sit on the patio, enjoy the sun with me.

We three chatted for awhile, I made both Jen and Meg giggle a number of times with stupid jokes. I recounted stupid anecdotes about how I led our school to numerous sporting titles. They seemed rather impressed by my obvious bragging.

"Ya Meg told me how you humbled her in basketball last week." Jen told me.

I paused to savour the spoils of victory, I doubt Meg shared the full story with her friend.

"Up for a rematch? A little two on one might be a little more fair." Jen suggested.

"Two on one? Trying to humiliate me?" I asked.

"Just a friendly match. From your stories, you seem to claim to be the best, how could the best not beat up on a couple of little girls?" Jen taunted me.

I guess she was right. To prove my dominance I should be able to win the match.

"Okay, we can do that I guess." I accepted her offer and we went to the net my parents had put up for me in our driveway.

The game was a much tighter contest than I had previously encountered just playing Meg. In the end it had the same outcome however. All exhausted after the match I suggested we catch our breath by returning to the back porch once more. I made a stop first in the kitchen, grabbing the jug of water and an extra glass. I went to meet the girls, pouring us all a drink before I sat down. We gulped at our waters, sharing stories from the game.

"You really are that good." Jen told me, Meg nodded her head in agreement.

My ego enjoyed being told this. I puffed out my chest and offered a thank you to the girls.

"I mean it, you are awesome!" Jen said as she reinforced the previous sentiment.

Our conversation continued on in this manner. Who am I to stop two girls from speaking their minds?

"I think that performance deserves a treat, don't you think so Meg?" Jen got out of her chair and moved over to me.

Meg joined her friend, the two girl's surrounded me as they closed in.

"A t-t-treat?" I stuttered, even though I had a good idea of what they meant.

Jen and Meg halted their advance as they had almost reached their destination.

"I know this one doesn't mind." Jen shot a glance to Meg, "but do you think your other neighbours would care?"

Looking around I could only see empty backyards. Who else would have chosen to stay at home, and not tried to take advantage of this sunny afternoon? I looked up to Jen and shook my head. With that Jen's hands descended to my crotch, wasting no time she began to unwrap.

"You told me it was big...but I never thought..." Jen said holding my soft cock as she looked to Meg.

"Give it a few strokes, it get's much bigger." Meg grinned back to her friend.

With wide eyes Jen worked her fingers over my hardening shaft. Meghan's hands joined her friends as they both stroked and admired my penis.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" Jen asked.

In my head I was rolling my eyes. Did she really think I would have said no, and that it was only for display purposes? My lips though, did not want to be rude in this situation, instead of mocking her my hands came to a rest on the back of her head as they gently pushed her mouth onto me.

After allowing her lips to house my cock for just a few moments Jen popped her mouth off.

"Somehow it tastes even better than it looks!" She announced.

Jen's lips quickly returned, this time she forced them all the way down to the base of my shaft. I had never experienced the full feeling of a throat before, let me tell you it felt great.

"Your throat feels so good!" I told her.

She moved her lips up before easily pushing them down again. She continued fucking me with her throat til I could barely take anymore. Meg sensed my need for a break by the heightened tone of my moans.

"Slow down you greedy little thing!" She said as she pulled Jen's eager mouth away.

"Sorry, I just can't control myself sometimes. Having a big dick like this in my throat just feels so right." Jen apologized to her friend.

"I wouldn't know, maybe I should give it a try?" Meg said.

The chocolate lips dropped, and soon enough engulfed my dick. They managed to slid about halfway down my shaft before I heard a gag. Meg's mouth rocketed off my member as she continued to cough.

"You make it look so easy." She complained to her friend.

"You just have to remember to relax your throat, make yourself let him in." Jen coached her friend.

"Okay, let me try one more time." Meg responded before dropping her mouth onto me again.

She was unable to take me much deeper than the first effort. Meg was determined to get me in her throat though, one turned into two, three,...I lost track of how many efforts she gave. Honestly, I enjoyed her struggles a little more than Jen's smooth attempts. Hitting the back of Meghan's throat was a wonderful feeling, watching the little girl gag on my cock was just the cherry on top. After numerous unsuccessful attempts, Meg was finally able to overcome the urge to gag and slide her lips down to the base of my shaft.

"I knew I could do it!" Meg said with a sense of pride as she came up for air.

"Nicely done." Jen applauded her friends achievement.

I managed to survive the fierce deep-throating that ensued. Meg and Jen taking turns, handing my pole off to the other awaiting mouth.

"Got anything left, stud?" Jen asked me popping her mouth from my cock.

To me this sounded like a challenge, a challenge the competitor within just wouldn't allow me to lose.

"The room just inside the door has a pull out couch, that will give us much more room." I said.

Standing up, still constricted by the basketball shorts at my knees, I led the two girls through the door. Almost in one motion I kicked the shorts off, removed my t-shirt, and readied the bed. For a split second I remarked how good it felt to get out of those sweaty clothes, then I felt two hands on my chest. Jen lightly pushed me back onto the bed.

"Sit back and enjoy the show." She told me.

The two friends quickly embraced, exchanging kisses. Jen and Meg's hands both wandered, as they slowly peeled off the each other's clothing.

I stroked myself as I watched this display. With each stroke I felt I was about to explode but I managed to hold my load.

Jen's panties were soon the only article that remained. I could imagine Meg's tongue thrusting into her friend's mouth from witnessing Jen's reaction to the each deep kiss she received. After her tongue administered another distraction, Meghan's hooked her fingers into Jen's panties.

Unimpeded by any more pieces of cloth, the two girl's beauty was on full display. Many men would enjoy a handful of chocolate chips as much as they would a tall glass of milk, but combine the two and you have something truly special. If not for the contrast, I could not see where one girl's flesh ended and the others t began.

Jen broke the girl's embrace as she turned her eyes to me. She stepped forward, replacing my hand with her own. She raised herself up to straddle me with those perfect milky white thighs. Without warning she descended herself onto me. The lips guarding the entrance to her pink hole wrapped around my member as she began to ride.

"One, two, three,..., seeeeven, e-i-e-i-eight, na-na-na-nine." She counted out every inch as she slowly made her way down.

As she slide down to my base, over and over, I could see a pool of her juices beginning to form on my stomach. I was very pleased I could give this beauty that kind of pleasure, fuelling my desire to do the same to her patiently waiting friend.

I peered around Jen's bouncing frame to see Meg shaking her glorious hips.

"Ready for me again?" Meg asked as she noticed my glance.

"Just a little longer." Jen moaned as her bouncing slowed.

"You can have him when I'm done." Meg said reassuring her friend.

Meg's words were enough to encourage Jen to disembark. I had previously been impressed by the volume of the puddle, but the amount of Jen's juices left on my shaft was insane.

Meg soon replaced her friend guiding me inside her hole. As she found her pace, I tried to decide, did I prefer the dark or light chocolate more? Each was so sweet, how could I choose with only one taste?

Meg continued to push my cock into her. Was it possible that only after a week she felt this much better? Where did see find the time to learn? I guess Jen helped her study, a 'cramming' session? My fantasy of the two girls licking and playing with each other was broken by Meghan's loud moans. Thank god no one else was home, too bad the city had not been evacuated though! Her juices joined the puddle Jen had left on my stomach.

"I'll clean that up." Jen volunteered pointing at the mess on my torso.

Her long tongue darted out of her mouth as she lowered her head closer to my body. My muscles tensed beneath the massive pool with anticipation. The little kitten lapped up the spilt milk. As her tongue mopped up the fluid it lingered dragging itself across the ridges of my muscled stomach. Having finished the cleaning, her hungry tongue was not satisfied and reached up to find Meghan's swollen clit.

The look of shire delight on Meghan's face pushed me even further.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to blow!" I screamed.

Jen relieved her mouth from its duties, "Hold on there big boy, we have another surprise for you."

There's more? How could there be more? I had already sampled either girls throat and pussy, what was left? Then I realized what Jen meant.

"Have you ever?" Jen asked seeing I had finally detected her true meaning.

I shook my head.

"Two? How lucky am I. This will be Meghan's first time as well." Jen shared.

"Be gentle." Meg implored.

At this point, I doubted my ability to be anything but. Meg pulled off of me and I switched spots with the girls. They turned their torso's over and stuck their asses out at me. For a moment I took in the picture. Thinking about what wonders awaited me inside the yin and the yang.

"Me first! So Meg has a chance to catch her breath." Reasoned the greedy Jen.

I could not fault her rational and decided to give in to her wishes, positioning myself in front of the paler set of cheeks. I used my hands to spread them apart, giving myself a better view. My cock in place at the entrance to Jen's ass.

"It's just like a pussy, no need to be shy." Jen said over her shoulder.

The girl obviously did not share my sense of curiosity. Regardless, I headed to her wishes and thrust myself forward.

I was able to move past her sphincter a lot more easily than expected. The semen both girls had drenched me in allowed a smoother insertion as I moved deeper.

"Slowly now...you have a freaking huge dick!" Jen urged.

I lessened my pace as I began to hump.

"Yea, just like that." Jen purred, "I'm so glad Meg was willing to share your huge dick with me."

"Spank me daddy!" Jen barked.

I swatted her cheek.

"Don't be a pussy, smack it harder!" She ordered.

I coiled my arm back a bit further before my open hand found her cheek.

"Harder!" Jen yelled in frustration.

I smacked her cheek with all my power, leaving a bright red hand print.

"Do it again!" She instructed.

I smacked her again and again while I pushed my cock into her ass.

"Keep going and you'll make me cum." She groaned.

I was delighted by the revelation that I could give her anything close to the feelings she was giving me. I continued to hump and smack her through her moans.

"I'm almost there!" She screamed.

I really wanted to hold on for her friend, but having her tighten around me once more was just too much. Our moans harmonized as I began pumping my load deep with in. I humped as deep as I could until I had given her every drop of fluid left in my body. 

I pulled out and fell backwards. My body crumpled on the floor as I gasped for air.

"Where did that come from?" I heard Jen asking.

I felt bad enough about it, but what kind of men was she used to? I thought I had done a superb job even by not firing into a throat.

"I was looking forward to my turn." Meghan's voice chimed in.

"You better not think we're going to let you lie there forever, you still have a job to do." Jen reminded me.

Seriously? These girls were vampires, out to drain me of all my juice.

Hands found my crumpled self and started to roll me over on my back. I opened my eyes to identify the source of the warm breaths I felt. I could see Jen's mouth as it took in my softening cock. She sucked and sucked. It was cute watching her try and get me ready for her friend. I was fairly confident I could not achieve the blood flow she desired just yet, but I did not want to interrupt the attempt.

This girl really knew what to do with her mouth. She was able to use her tongue to give me feelings that compared to the orgasm I just had. I closed my eyes, fully allowing myself to enjoy this pampering.

"Is it ready yet?" Meghan's voice asked.

"Just about." Jen responded.

This girl has shown her greed enough, so she has moved on to the next sin? Just when I was about to call her a liar, I opened my eyes to see her mouth had almost worked my cock back to full strength!

"All done!" Jen said to her friend as she popped her mouth off of me.

She had managed to get me fully erect once more.

"Get up!" She said to me, "there's a big black ass waiting for this." She gave me a squeeze.

My brain overruled pretty much every muscle in my body as it forced me to stand up. Jen had drawn so much blood to my cock that just getting up caused the room to spin. I rubbed my eyes to remove the dizziness. When the room became less of a blur I saw Meg, still in the same position I had left her. Bent over the edge of the bed, her round cheeks wiggling in my direction.

"You're going to have to take it even slower with me." She reminded..

"Here, let's get you lubed up for her." The ever helpful Jen said.

Now kneeling in front of Meghan on the bed, Jen leaned over her friends torso, angling her mouth at my crotch. Jen sucked me in making sure to apply a tremendous amount of her spit. Once she was satisfied with her efforts she removed her mouth, leaving me dripping with saliva.

"This will help it go in easier." Jen said.

I smiled at Jen to thank her for the preparation. If I could see through Meghan's back I bet there would be a smile on her face ten times larger than mine.

As I did with Jen, I positioned my cock at Meghan's hole. I stroked it a couple times before I took the plunge. I pushed about as hard as I did with her friend, but Meghan did not let me in. Remembering her words, I wanted to be gentle with Meghan but it just wasn't going to happen.

"I need to push harder." I said.

Instead of offering a protest, Meghan jolted her head forward to brace for impact.

Gathering myself I focused my efforts on pushing once again. I applied a little more force to each thrust, but after many attempts still no penetration.

"You're just too tight." I said to Meghan.

"Do I have to do everything?" Jen said rolling her eyes.

In a make believe huff, Jen moved around Meghan's torso to position her head just below her friends crotch.

"Peek-a-boo!" Jen said looking up at me through the small gap left between Meghan's ass and my stomach.

Jen reached a hand around my cock and led it into her friend's ass.

"You're right, she is super tight back there." Jen said to me after she had given up. 

I could see from the look on Jen's face she was trying to figure out how to solve this problem.

"I know!" Jen had her eureka moment.

"Honey, he's going to have to push real hard, but I will try my best to make sure you don't feel the pain." She began explaining her idea to Meghan.

"Don't hold back." Jen gave me my instructions before turning away.

Soon after Jen's head disappeared Meg let out a high pitched yelp. Meghan's initial yelp of surprise faded in pitch to a low frequency moan.

Unfortunately the lengthy deliberation of how penetration could be achieved had allowed much of Jen's saliva to dry off my rod. Thinking on my feet I aimed down and spat on Meghan;s butt hole. This would have to do.

I forced my cock at Meghan's ass and was finally able to get past her gate. The penetration added a scream to her moan's of pleasure. 

The ass hole really was tight. Jen's did feel great, but Meghan took this experience to a whole other level. Not to harp on the point, but the visual Meghan provided also far surpassed Jen. Looking down to see that amazingly round ass parting for me was a heck of a sight. Again, not taking a shot at Jen, her friend's body was just made for being rocked from behind!

I probably could have held off for awhile longer, I was just too tired, and I could tell Meghan had had enough.

"I want you to blow on my ass!" Meghan screamed.

I wanted to more! Her smooth ebony skin, the ridiculous curves of her backside, it would look amazing under a coating or two of semen.

I pulled myself out and began to stroke. Jen reached around Meghan's body to lend me a helping hand. After getting myself close I allowed Jen to take over. She had gripped me with a second hand at this point.

Jen milked the streams out of my sack, making me spew my second load of the day all over Meghan's ass. Opening my eyes again, I was a little surprised at the volume my balls had left. After the first load I felt completely drained, but somehow I managed a healthy sized second.

Jen kept jerking me for awhile after my spurts subsided. When she let go I almost instantly collapsed on the bed next to Meghan. The afternoon had taken so much out of me, I needed a rest. The plan was to just close my eyes for a second, but when I opened them the sun had gone away. I glanced at my watch to confirm it, I had been asleep for the last four hours. 

Looking around I could see that the girl's had taken-off, I felt a little upset that I had been abandoned, but more than that I felt sleepy still. Thankful that I had survived the vampire attack I hugged my pillow and drifted back to dream world.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



The sight of this little vixen licking my spunk from her tits made my cock swell and in just a few seconds I was hard again.

"Do you want me to lick you again?" Dawn asked, stroking my dick.

"How about I lick you instead" I grinned wickedly, looking over my shoulder at her skimpy briefs. "What do you mean? Down there" she said, her eyes as big as saucers.

I just grinned again and slid down till my head was lying on her smooth stomach. I traced lazy circles across her abdomen with my fingertips and smiled as her hips bucked in anticipation. Very slowly I untied the string on one side of her briefs and lifted the material away. I could hear Dawn's breath coming in short gasps as I ran my fingers very slowly south. Her pubic hair was so light that it was almost as though she was shaved, so clearly could I see the outline of the slit bisecting her pubis. I slid down further until my head was level with her pussy and inhaled the musky scent of her sex. Gently I kissed and caressed her thighs working slowly ever closer to the centre, nearer and nearer my goal.

When I finally brushed my mouth across her outer lips she gave an involuntary moan and her legs whispered apart, her hands guiding my head down, not knowing what was about to happen but desperate for release, something that would ease the ache she felt. She thrust her palm flat against her mound, pushing her hips up to increase the pressure but I pulled it away and she cried out in longing. Although she was a virgin, she had obviously enjoyed the pleasures of her own body and as she closed her eyes and let her head roll to one side I could hear her moaning "make me come, please, make me come," over and over.

I used my thumbs to ease back her cunt lips and as I did the juices of her need ran out soaking the sheet below her anus. Tentatively I dipped my tongue into her honey pot, savouring the tangy sweetness, flicking in and out like a demented adder. "Oooooooooh, baby, don't tease me." She panted. Not wanting to disappoint I swiped the broad top of my flattened tongue from the very bottom of her gaping hole to the very tip, from where I could see her hardening clit poking out from its hood. Up and down I swiped, putting on more and more pressure until she was begging me to stop.

I knew she must be close to coming and I quickly sucked her clit into my mouth while at the same time slipping 2 fingers of my right hand into her tight little cunt, rubbing just inside and at the top of her entrance, stimulating her clitoral shaft from both ends. As her hips bucked and her head whipped from side to side I slipped the index finger of my left hand, slick with her love juices, passed her relaxed sphincter and into her anus. This last piece of stimulation was too much and she screamed with joy.

"I'm coming. Oh god I'm coming. Oh please don't' stop. Suck my clit. Finger my arse. Oh, oh I can't stand it. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

As her orgasm began to grip her whole body, a red flush seemed to race up from her groin and across her tits, making them swell even larger, the nipples standing out proudly. The surge of blood carried on up her neck and across her face making her feel completely warm all over and the hair on her head seem to stand on end. As the orgasm raced upwards her juices gushed out and I slurped greedily, trying to drink as much in as I could.

I slowly withdrew my fingers and the sensation made her shudder. She was clawing at my shoulders drawing me up until she could kiss me, using her tongue to lick her juices from my lips, the taste seeming to excite her even more. 

"That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt" she gasped, " I've never come like that on my own, ever." 

"I thought you were going to pass out" I smiled.

"I think I did" she smiled back, kissing me once again. As I felt her tongue pushing against mine I knew that I had to have her, right here, right now. She looked into my eyes and said, "I want you to be my first. Please fuck me, be gentle, but please just fuck me. "

Although I wanted to steam straight in, ramming my cock to the hilt in her lovely tight pussy, I could tell she was nervous. I rolled onto my back and told her to straddle my thighs; with her on top she could dictate the pace and stop me getting carried away. 

She sat up and the view of her wonderful ripe tits swinging over my groin made my cock twitch. She grabbed it and gave it a couple of strokes, " aren't we the eager beaver," she laughed, the laugh turning to a groan as I reached up and rubbed her nipples. " Ooooh yeah! Come on! I want you to fuck me. Push your big cock in my tight pussy"

She raised herself up and guided my cock to her opening, rubbing the head across the puffy lips of her sopping cunt, the sensation making us both groan with delight. Very slowly she pushed the head inside, her eyes wide and her breath coming out in little pants. We stayed like that for nearly a minute, just the head of my cock held between her lips, both of us savouring the moment. Slowly she started to sit back, my prick inching gently into her hot passage. God she was tight, I didn't feel any sort of barrier, but as a regular to the pleasure of her own fingers I guessed that little obstruction had gone a long time ago, instead I felt as though her whole cunt was gripping my prick, almost sucking me in.

Dawn's face was a picture of joy as she took more and more of my shaft into her very centre and when she finally felt my balls against her ass and my helmet brushing her cervix she closed her eyes and sighed. I didn't want to spoil her moment but the urge to start pumping in and out was almost too much to bear. She looked down, smiled and then lifted herself forward, my cock sliding back out again until only the head was held inside her. Back down, this time a little faster, and then back up again, up and down, over and over.

I closed my eyes concentrating on enjoying every second of this fantastic moment. Here I was, being fucked by the most beautiful little virgin in the whole neighbourhood. Well she wasn't the innocent they all thought, oh no, not by a long way. When I looked up Dawn had her eyes closed, lost in her own little world of pleasure, rocking up and down on my prick, keeping a nice steady pace, the sort that would soon have me unloading my second package of the day. She had her hands on either side of my head for support, a position that meant those luscious orbs were perfectly placed for another good sucking. I grasped one in each hand pushing them together so that I could swipe my tongue across both nipples just by twisting my head from side to side. This drove Dawn wild, her hips pumping back and forth, mashing my balls against her anus, my pubic hair soaked in her juices.

"Oooh baby, I'm gonna come any second," I gasped.

"Hmmmm, come, come for me. Jet your hot spunk into my wet cunt."

The dirty words of encouragement coming from her sweet little mouth were like music to my ears. I grabbed her thighs and thrust upwards as hard as I could, all thoughts of gentleness fled from my mind as I impaled her writhing body on my shaft. The orgasm started in my toes and as the feeling spread up through my legs I felt my balls tighten and my cock spasm as I shot load after load into her. Dawn was pulling on her nipples, squeezing her lovely tits, her head thrown back, face screwed up in concentration as she felt another orgasm grip her body. As she felt me spurting inside her she let out a wail and collapsed on top of me, smothering my face with her heavy tits.

We both froze as a new voice said quietly.

"So, you finally got to fuck the boy next door."

To Be Continued...



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



"Lauren. Lauuuuren," I heard someone sing.

I slowly woke up to Katie kissing my neck. She was sitting on the bed leaning down over me. I was still naked from the night before.

"Mmm," I said sleepily.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Morning," I smiled back at her.

"I just wanted to say bye to you before I left."

"No, don't go," I said, reaching out to hold her waist.

"Baby, I have to. I don't want to be late."

Katie had quit her job and moved in with me. She now worked at a kiosk in the mall and everything was going great for us. I know you usually get tired of your girlfriend or boyfriend after a while, but I always wanted to be with her. Life with Katie never got old.

"Just stay for a little bit longer." I sat up and whispered in her ear, "I promise it won't take too long."

She moaned while I kissed her ear, then she pushed me back.

"I wish I could," she said, biting her bottom lip, "but I can't babe." 

I stared at her with bedroom eyes, begging her to stay, and challenging her to leave.

She sighed and started unbuttoning her pants. "If I get fired today-"

I stood up and pushed her down on the bed. "It would have been worth it," I said with a smile. 

I pulled her pants down and kneeled in between her legs. She scooted forward to the edge of the bed and I pushed her legs apart. Knowing that we were short on time, I went to work immediately on eating her out. I licked along the inside of her lips, then separated them with them with my two fingers. I licked two of the fingers on my other hand and began rubbing her. She moaned and slipped a hand underneath her shirt. I licked the two fingers again and began thrusting them in and out of her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backwards. Her hips began moving in rhythm with my fingers. I started licking her clit and continued fingering her. After a few moments, she placed her hand on the back of my head and tried to push my mouth further in. I stopped fingering her and focused solely on sucking her clit. She started bucking harder and harder, and I eventually had to put both of my arms over each of her thighs, just to try and keep her somewhat on the bed. After she came I continued sucking her trying to get her to reach a second orgasm. 

"Stop, stop, stop," Katie said out of breath, raising my face up to hers.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I need to have a little energy at work today, don't I?" She asked with a smirk.

"Mmm," I said disappointed. "I guess so."

We kissed and then Katie pulled away.

"Damn, I love quickies," she said standing up.

I pulled her pants up from around her ankles and stood up too. I held onto her unfastened belt and pulled her close to me.

"Well I hate them," I said.

"Why!?"

I leaned in so that my lips were barely grazing hers. "Because when I make love to you, I like to give you one hundred percent," I said in a whisper. I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth.

"Damn. I really have to go baby," Katie said. 

I sighed, "I know, I know. I'll miss you while you're at work though."

She kissed me and then smiled and said, "I'll miss you too."

We kissed again then I said, "I love you, Katie."

"I love you too," she said back in a near-whisper. She leaned in and kissed me lightly, but slowly, on the lips. I kept my eyes closed as she pulled away trying to keep the moment for as long as I could. "Bye baby."

I opened my eyes to see her walk out of the room. I layed back down and just thought about how great my luck had become. I nodded back off to sleep a little later.

When Katie came in that evening she brought some Chinese food for dinner. We sat on the sofa eating dinner and watching some cheesy Lifetime movie. By 10 or so Katie had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I wanted to go lay down in the bedroom but I didn't want to wake her up. My girl was so exhausted. So I stayed there and just fell asleep on the sofa as well. I woke up first and had to get ready for my class. I got dressed and got ready to go. I left Katie sleeping on the couch and just gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before I left. I had an incredibly busy day and got back home around 9:30 that night. Katie was in the kitchen getting something to drink. I walked in and hugged her from behind.

"Hello gorgeous," I said, kissing her cheek. 

"Hey."

"How was your day?"

"It was fine," she said, turning around to face me. She gave me a quick smirk then went to sit down.

I thought she was being kind of weird, but I ignored it and went to sit with her on the sofa. She was wearing a tank top and a small pair of red shorts. Her hair was down and she wasn't wearing any makeup. I thought she looked most beautiful like this. She was stunning. I scooted closer to her so I could begin to make a move.

"Damn baby, you look incredible," I said, while moving in kiss her. While kissing her I began pulling the straps of her tank top down. I moved away from her lips to begin kissing her bare shoulder. As I pulled the strap down more I began kissing further down her arm. 

"Lauren," she said, but I ignored her. "Lauren stop. Stop!" She said moving back from me.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel like doing this right now."

"Why not?"

"I'm just not in the mood okay."

"It's been like two days since we last did it though. That's a long time for us," I said, chuckling a little.

"Am I only sex to you?"

"What? No, of course not. Are you serious?"

"I just don't want to be pressured into having sex all the time. I want to be more than just ass to you."

"Baby, you're everything to me," I said, as I started to rub her thigh.

"Well quit treating me like I'm your whore," she said, pushing my hand off of her leg.

I sat there in disbelief for a moment and then just said "whatever." I got up and went into the bedroom. I layed down on the bed and buried my face into the pillow. A few minutes later Katie came to the door.

"Lauren," she said, standing in the doorway.

I lifted my head and turned to look at her.

"I'm really sorry for out there, I just um-"

"You just what? What's wrong?" I stood up and walked to her. "Please talk to me."

"At work today. I um, I saw one of my former – customers."

"Oh baby. I'm sorry. Did he say something to you?"

"No, not really. But he was with his wife-"

"Wow."

"Yeah. And I could just like, feel him looking at me and thinking about me – in THAT way."

"Ah, Katie-"

"And once they walked away he turned back around and did this to me," Katie showed me the oral sex gesture he had made towards her. "I felt so cheap Lauren."

"You're not though. Not at all."

"I just, I don't know. I'm not happy with myself right now. I feel like I need to figure out what I'm going to do with my life."

"Well that's good babe! You should find something that makes you happy."

Katie kind of smiled at me and said, "Yeah." She rubbed my face and walked back into the living room.

I went to take my shower and fell asleep, alone, soon after.

The next morning I woke up to rustling around the room. Once I sat up the rustling had went into the living room. I got up and walked in to see Katie about to walk out of the door. 

"Katie?"

She had two pieces of luggage with her and looked to be in a hurry.

"Lauren," she turned around, shocked to see me up.

"What are you doing?"

"I um, I got to go."

"What? Go where?" I asked, very confused.

She sighed and set her luggage down. She walked closer to me and said, "I have to leave here."

"You have to leave the apartment? I don't understand Katie, you don't have to go anywhere-"

"It's not just this apartment," she interrupted, "I need to leave this neighborhood, this city, this life! Lauren," she paused, then looked up at me, "I have to leave you."

"Me? Are you unhappy here?"

"No, it's been really good here, I could never thank you enough for everything you have done for me."

"Katie, I don't want your thanks, I just want your love." She looked down and didn't say anything. My heart sank. "You do love me, right?" Silence for another moment. My heart crumbled. "Katie?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know!?"

"Lauren, I love you and I care about you, but I'm just not sure yet if I'm in love with you."

"Oh." What else could I say?

"It's just that this relationship started so quickly and it felt like I was so dependent on you. I need to find out if I can make it alone. If I knew that I could be independent and be fine by myself, I think that it would be better for both of us. It would make us stronger."

"But do you have to go? I mean – I don't even know where you're going."

"I don't know either."

"What are you going to do?" Katie shrugged her shoulders and shook her head to indicate that she didn't know that either. "What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. It's just something I have to do Lauren. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say."

I just looked at the ground in shock of what she had just told me. After a moment she reached her hand up to my chin and tilted it down to try and kiss me. I moved my mouth away from hers. I couldn't kiss her after that. She looked at me with eyes quickly filling with tears, and smiled a smile that quickly faded. She turned and walked out of the door. I ran to the door and yelled to her down the hallway, "When will you be back?"

She turned around and said, "I don't know."

"Call me. Just – let me know you're okay, please."

She shook her head in agreement, gave a quick smile and continued down the hallway. I watched her until she turned the corner, then I went back into my apartment and shut the door. I looked around my apartment. It felt so cold and foreign to me now. It was so empty. And my heart felt the same way.

Days went by, then weeks, then months. I never heard anything from Katie. I still thought about her from time to time, but it had definitely lessened since she first left. I buried myself into school and tried to give myself as little idle time as possible. I didn't think about Katie or dating or anything else, just work. 

For that reason alone, I was caught by much surprise one Friday afternoon when I was leaving campus. I had packed up my backpack and was about to walk out of the department office. I walked by the receptionist's desk. Her name was Ashley and she was an undergraduate student. I never talked to her a lot, but I usually said hi or bye or something, just to be polite. She looked up and smiled as I walked by.

"Bye, have a good weekend," I said.

"Thanks, you too."

I continued walking out of the office, but was stopped a few seconds later.

"Hey Lauren." 

I turned to see Ashley standing in the doorway. "Yeah."

She walked a little closer and said, "I was just wondering, if you weren't busy, maybe you would like to hang out this weekend?"

I never would have expected her to ask me out. I thought she was straight. Almost every male student that came into the office would hit on her. I had never realized how beautiful she was before though. Maybe because she was blonde and I am usually attracted to brunettes immediately. 

"Oh. Well, um-"

"Hey, if you don't want to, it's totally okay," she laughed nervously.

"No, it's not that. I just haven't been on a date in – a while." I looked up to see the fear of rejection in her gorgeous brown eyes. As much as I wanted to say no and continue being anti-social, I knew I needed to start moving on and accept that Katie was gone. "But you know, it would be good to hang out with someone, so sure."

She smiled and said, "Okay. So um, is tomorrow okay?

"Yeah. I'll give you my phone number."

Ashley put my number into her phone and I left to go home. 

The next day Ashley picked me up and we decided to go see a movie and go to dinner. The evening went really well, especially dinner. I got to know her a lot better and realized there was a lot more to her than the Barbie, party-girl stereotype I had originally pegged her with. Once we got back to my apartment we had the awkward – do we or don't we kiss moment.

"I really liked hanging out with you tonight," Ashley said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, it was really fun."

After another moment Ashley leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. She opened her eyes and then turned to look out of her window, covering her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have – sorry," she said.

"No, it's okay," I said, reaching over to touch her arm.

She turned back to face me and we just stared at each other for a moment. I leaned in to kiss her and smiled at her once I pulled away.

"Well, I guess I should go ahead in," I said.

"Okay," she smiled back at me.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight Lauren."

I got out of the car and went up to my apartment. I felt so good, better than I had felt in a long time. 

When I got to the office Monday Ashley hadn't come in yet. I went into my little coat closet of an office and began on some work. A few hours later there was a knock on my door. I said "come in," and it was Ashley. 

"Hey," I said, very excited to see her.

"Hey."

"Please, sit down," I said motioning to the chair across from me.

She closed the door and sat down, "How are you?"

"I'm okay, just grading some papers and other boring stuff," I laughed. "How are you?"

"Kind of sleepy, I just got out of class."

"Do you work today?"

"No, not until tomorrow."

"Oh okay."

"Um, when I was in class, I couldn't stop thinking about this weekend."

"What'd you do this weekend?" I joked.

She looked up in shock.

I laughed and said, "I'm just joking."

She laughed too and said, "I was freaking out, I didn't think I had done that bad Saturday."

"No, not at all. You were – you were great."

She smiled and looked down for a moment. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out again sometime?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Okay, good good. I'm going to go back to my room and take a nap, so I will call you later?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

Then we had the moment of whether to shake hands, hug or kiss. We laughed and then Ashley kissed me.

"Bye," she said.

"Bye," I said, watching her walk out the door.

Ashley and I went out several times over the next couple of weeks and she would often come to my office for make-out sessions. One day there was a knock at my office door and it was Ashley.

"Well, hello," I said, spinning my chair around to face her.

"Hi," she said smiling and locking the door. She walked over to me and sat on my lap. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

We began kissing and Ashley eventually moved to straddle me. My hands were running all over her back and both of our breathing patterns had shortened. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Shit," I said.

Ashley got up and I told her to sit in the chair across from mine. I tried to fix myself up a little and opened the door. It was a student coming to talk about one of his grades.

"Hey, I'm just finishing up with another student, just give me about two minutes, okay?"

He said that's fine, and I closed the door again. 

"Damn it," Ashley said, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I know." I leaned my forehead against hers and said, "Will you come back in a little bit?"

She kissed me and said, "Of course." She brushed her clothes down and winked at me before walking out of the door. 

The other student came in and we talked for about 15 minutes. He left and Ashley came back about 5 minutes after that.

"Excuse me, I came to talk about my grade," she said, pretending to be one of my students.

I sat on my desk facing her and said, "What seems to be the problem?"

She shut the door and walked towards me, "Well, I think I'm in danger of failing this class." She ran her finger down the side of my face, neck, and onto the front of my shirt. "I was just wondering if there was – anything, I could to for extra credit?"

"There's one thing I can think of that may help you," I said, pulling her so that she was standing in between my legs. 

I rested my hands on the small of her back and she ran her hands through my hair. She pulled me up, while still kissing me, and pushed me against a wall. She ran her hands down my sides and put her hands on my waist. She left my lips to start kissing and licking my neck. By the time she got to my collarbone, she had started unbuckling my belt. She unfastened my pants and had started pulling them down.

"Ashley, Ashley," I said, pulling my pants back up.

She looked up at me, "What's wrong?"

"We can't do this right now."

"Why not?"

"We're at work!" I said, chuckling a little. 

"Is it really because we're at work or is it something else?"

Ashley and I hadn't had sex yet, but I had told her about Katie and I. 

I sighed and said, "Ashley, you know why."

She put her hand on the bottom of my chin so that I had to look at her, "What are you afraid of Lauren?" I looked down again and didn't say anything. "You're afraid of being hurt again?" 

I looked back up at her because she was exactly right. I laughed nervously and tried to disagree with her.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

After a moment I said, "I just can't have my heart broken like that again. Not this soon anyway."

"Lauren," she said, putting her hands on my face, "I won't hurt you." She put her right hand over my heart and looked into my eyes, "And I won't break your heart. I'm not Katie."

I shook my head in agreement, but wasn't sure of what I should say back.

She sighed and kissed me. "I'll see you later, huh?"

I shook my head again and smiled at her briefly.

The next night she called me and asked if she could come over and I told her yes. She came over and we sat on the sofa talking for a while. Eventually the topic of sex came up and I told her that I wanted to be with her, but I was terrified of it too. She eventually scooted closer and put her hand under the side of my shirt and rubbed my bare skin. 

She kissed my ear and whispered, "Don't think, just do."

I turned to her and started kissing her passionately. Everything that I had been trying to repress was coming out. I stood up and led her into my bedroom. Once we got there I turned the sheets down and Ashley sat me down on the bed. She slowly undressed and pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair, letting her wavy hair fall onto her shoulders and down her back. She took off her bra, never taking her eyes off of mine and then leaned down to take off her panties. She bent down to kiss me and I stood up to wrap my arms around her. She broke the kiss and moved her hands to begin unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled it off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my panties. I stepped out of them and when Ashley straightened back up she ran her hands up along my thighs and then around to my back. She unsnapped my bra and threw it on the ground. 

She looked me up and down, "Damn. You're beautiful Lauren."

I smiled and said, "So are you."

I layed down and Ashley got in beside me. We began kissing and I got on top of Ashley. We intertwined our legs and began grinding ourselves against the other's leg. Ashley rolled me over so that she was on top. She whispered some very hot things in my ear and started moving her hips a lot faster. I started tensing up and I knew that orgasm was close.

Ashley whispered in my ear, "Cum for me baby."

I came and Ashley slowed her movements down. She didn't give me time to recover though. She moved down in between my legs and pushed my legs apart. She licked up some of what had come out and began licking my slit up and down. She stopped on my clit and began making circles around it slowly with her tongue. It felt like it was going to explode if she didn't make direct contact with it soon. She finally licked my clit and I almost flew off of the bed. She held my legs down on the bed, but my hips continued bucking toward her. She sucked my clit harder and harder until I came again. I was so spent once she finished, I just laid there not able to move. Ashley held me while the aftershocks went through my body. Once I opened my eyes again, I looked at Ashley and smiled at her. She smiled back at me and then kissed me. We laid there in silence for a while and then I got on top of Ashley. I began kissing down her neck and licked around her collarbone. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



I kissed down her breasts and licked along the inside and outside curves of them. I licked around her right nipple, then flicked it with my tongue and sucked on it. I did the same to her left nipple, and then kissed my way down her stomach. I moved down to lick the area behind both of her knees, and then licked back up the insides of her thighs. I licked along the folds and then licked around the outside of her pussy. I stuck my tongue inside of her and began moving it in and out. She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed down as if she was trying to push my entire face inside of her. I moved up to work on her clit. While I was licking her clit she began making the cutest little moans, they turned me on even more. I sucked on her clit until she came, screaming out my name. I licked, ate, and sucked her until it became too much for her. I held her while she calmed down and kissed her cheek and neck. She kind of dozed off after that, so I turned on my side and began to fall asleep too. A little later I felt her snuggling up to my back. She put her arm around my waist and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I felt safe and happy lying there in her embrace, two things I hadn't felt in a long time. Feeling content and secure, I started falling asleep, but then I heard Ashley's voice faintly.

"Lauren," she said very low, "I love you."

My eyes shot open and I wasn't able to say anything back. She snuggled closer and I pretended to be asleep. She fell asleep soon after but I wasn't able to fall asleep for hours. I wanted to tell her that I loved her back, but I wasn't sure how I felt yet. I could tell how much she meant it too, and that she really felt that for me. I knew I liked her and I cared about her a lot, but I didn't want to tell her anything that wasn't true. I knew how bad it hurt me when I found out Katie hadn't meant it. And I didn't want to hurt Ashley.

The next morning I woke up and Ashley was still asleep. I put on some sweatpants and a tank top and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I made some eggs, bacon and coffee for Ashley. I put it on a tray and went into the bedroom. I sat the tray down beside the bed and then sat down beside Ashley.

"Ashley. Hey Ash," I said trying to wake her up.

She turned a little bit and brushed me off. I shook her and said her name a few more times. She finally opened her eyes slowly and looked up at me.

She smiled and said, "Hey."

"Good morning," I smiled back. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I slept great with you here."

I smiled and then pulled the tray up. "I made you some breakfast, I hope it's ok. Oh, and here's the sugar and cream, I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee made, so I just brought them both in here." 

"Oh my gosh, you are so sweet. Thank you Lauren," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Are you not eating?"

"No, I might eat some cereal or something later."

"Aww, are you sure?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Mmm, you're so cute," she said, then kissed me on the forehead. 

I laughed and leaned my head on her shoulder, falling asleep shortly after.

Our relationship progressed and it only got better and better. I was finally happy again and was starting to forget about Katie. But something kept holding me back from giving myself to Ashley completely. I don't know if it was fear of being hurt again or if I hadn't been able to let go of Katie completely yet. 

One night Ashley and I were watching a movie on my sofa. She was sitting up, and I was leaning my back against her side and her arm was wrapped around me. There was a knock on the door. Ashley and I looked at each other because we weren't expecting anyone. I got up and went to the door. Opened it...

"Katie," I said under my breath, in shock.

"Hey," Katie said smiling. After a brief moment she walked up to me, hugged me and said, "It's good to see you."

I slowly hugged her back and tried to wrap my mind around seeing her again. She slowly backed away from me and stared up at me. I didn't realize what the expression on her face was at first, but then I figured it out.

"She's-" Katie started.

I turned around and looked at Ashley, then back at Katie. "She's, um, she's my girlfriend."

Katie shook her head and just said, "Oh."

"Katie, I didn't know if you were coming back or anything."

"Yeah, I know, I know. I just-" she paused, "I should go. I'm sorry I bothered you."

She turned to leave and I walked out after her, "Wait, don't go."

She smiled awkwardly and said, "I can't stay here. You're obviously in a much different place now. I'm sure a better one."

"But I want to talk to you. I want to know where you went, what you did, how you are Katie. I mean – how are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm - definitely fine."

"Well where have you been? And, why didn't you ever call?" 

Katie sighed and said, "I went to see my mother, and stay with her for a while."

"Oh, how is she?"

Katie just looked at me and shook her head, then just looked down at the ground.

"Oh man, Katie, I'm so sorry."

"Thanks, but I was fine. It's just that – I don't know what to do now," she sarcastically chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"I only had two people in the world. One's gone and now, so is the other."

"I'm not gone Katie, I'm still here for you. I'll always be your friend."

She smiled quickly and said, "Sure." She turned to walk away again and I called after her.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know."

Talk about déjà vu, "If you need anything, please, don't hesitate to call me or come by."

She said, "Okay," and continued walking.

I think it hurt more seeing her walk away the second time. At least the first time I thought I would talk to her again. This time I wasn't so sure.

I walked back into my apartment to see Ashley staring at me. I shut the door and walked towards her, head down, hands in my pockets.

"Katie?" she asked.

"Yeah."

She put her hand underneath my chin and lifted my face up, "Why are you looking down? You didn't do anything wrong."

"That was just an awkward moment that I – never expected to happen."

"But you didn't plan it." She rubbed my face for a moment and then said, "Lauren, I'm going to have to break up with you."

"What!?" How bad could my luck be in one day?

"It's not because I want to, I just know it'd be for the best."

"The best for who?" I asked, placing my hands on her waist.

"You." She looked down, "Me."

"I don't understand, I thought we were doing good."

"No, we were babe, but," she paused, "I can't compete."

"Compete with what?"

"Her."

"Katie?

"Yeah. I know how much you love her Lauren. I can see it."

"That was a long time ago, I'm with you now."

"Look at me and tell me that you love me more than Katie."

"I love you more-"

Ashley interrupted me by grabbing the collar of my shirt lightly. She looked at me with tears starting to form in her eyes and said, "Please don't lie to me." 

"I love-" I began, then looked down. I looked back up at her and said, "I'm sorry."

She just shook her head up and down as if she saw it coming all along. She went to get her jacket and purse and starting walking toward the door.

"I never meant for this to happen Ashley."

She smiled at me through her tears and said, "I know."

"You said that you wouldn't break my heart. I'm just sorry that I didn't promise you the same thing. I never wanted to hurt you."

She shook her head no and said, "It's better this way. I would have gotten hurt more if we kept dating and you always had her in the back of your mind." I looked down and she rubbed my face again, "I'll be okay Lauren. And so will you."

I chuckled and said "I hope so."

She kissed my cheek slowly and then said "You will."

She turned and walked out of the door. I was alone. Again. 

For the few weeks I felt like half of myself. I wanted to see Katie again, but then I felt like I shouldn't have let Ashley go. When I would see Ashley at work, it was just like before we knew each other, before she asked me out. We greeted each other and would say bye at the end of the day, but that was the extent of our relationship. Not even sure I could call that a relationship. But I guess she was right to break up with me. I was still in love with Katie and seeing her just brought it all back. 

One night I had just gotten in from work and was putting my things away. I had walked into the kitchen looking for something to eat and had just decided to order a pizza. Right as I picked up the phone there was a knock at the door. I put the phone down and went to the door. It was Katie again.

"Hey," I said opening the door.

"Hey," she said, looking at the ground.

"Um, please, come in." Katie walked in and we just stood in silence in front of each other for a while. "I wasn't sure if I was going to see you again."

"Yeah, I wasn't quite sure if I was going to come back."

"Oh."

"I was just so surprised you were dating someone else already."

"Already? It's been almost a year Katie. I waited as long as I could."

"Well it just seems like you didn't care that much if you got involved with someone else so quickly."

"I didn't care that much!?" I said, starting to get angry. "I never stopped thinking about you Katie! I forced myself to start dating so that I could stop thinking about you. And I think that it was you who didn't care that much – you never called or anything to let me know how you were doing!"

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to have a chat with you while I was taking care of my sick mother! Thanks for taking that into consideration Lauren."

"You didn't even call to let me know how she was doing! I would have been there for you. I would have come to be with you."

"I didn't need anyone with me, that was the whole point of me leaving, remember? To be able to do stuff alone."

"Well you're back here now, so it kind of seems like you did need me. Or at least you need me now."

"I don't need you. I found out that I can do fine all by myself. I came back because I wanted – I thought, I wanted to be with you. But now I know that you've found someone else, so none of that really matters anymore."

"What – Katie, what was I supposed to do!? Just keep waiting for you?"

"Yes! You were supposed to wait-" she paused, and lowered her voice. "I wanted you to wait for me. And I know it's probably stupid, but, I really thought that you would have. I'm sorry." 

Katie turned and walked toward the door. I walked up behind her and hugged her from behind. 

"I'm still in love with you. I never stopped loving you," I whispered in her ear.

She turned around to face me. "What about your girlfriend?"

"It's over."

"Oh, wow."

"I don't know how you feel about me or if you need me or not, but I need you."

She kissed me, then said "I lied. I need you too." We looked into each others' eyes for a moment, then she said "I love you."

I smiled and kissed her again. We continued making out for I don't know how long. We got to the sofa and clothes started to come off. As she was on top of me I rubbed my hands along her naked back. It felt so incredible to feel her again. All of these memories rushed back to me. I hadn't realized just how much I had missed the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair, the curve of her shoulder, the tenderness of her touch. It all felt so good, but I had never felt so vulnerable before either. She could leave me again, I could be devastated again. But the love I felt for her was so consuming and overwhelming, I couldn't think of anything past this perfect moment. Having an unknown future was almost exciting. I think it was the most incredible love I had ever made. We came at the same time, looking into each others' eyes the whole time the orgasms went through our bodies. We held onto each other so tightly, I felt like I was never going to let go of her. As we layed together catching our breath, we continued staring at each other. Maybe to try and make ourselves realize that this wasn't a dream or fantasy or anything like that. It was real. We were really here together, just like it was before. 

I opened my mouth and began to tell Katie that I loved her. 

She put her finger over my mouth and said, "No, not this time. I want to say it first. I love you Lauren, with every part of me. And I never want to be without you again. I'm sorry that I hurt you before, but-" 

I put my finger over her lips and said, "Please don't apologize. Let's just stay in this moment. Nothing from the past, nothing that may come up in the future, just here on this sofa tonight. I've always loved you Katie and I always will."

We kissed and fell asleep together on that sofa. We were together again, but it wasn't like before. It was better. Katie had been right when had left so many months ago. We were stronger and so was our love.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



Danica watched from her bedroom window as Kim was led to his car. Kim was wearing a light pink dress and had those cute white sandals on. Danica's face was wet with tears and she pressed her forehead to the cold glass. Zach was nice, smart, and kind, but he wasn't her. Danica watched Kim enter the car and heard the tires squeal as he drove off.

Danica and Kim had met just over two months ago and were lovers. They didn't necessarily sneak around, but hadn't been up front with everyone either. Danica's father was always away on business and Kim's mother worked long hours. This meant that the two girls spent hours together either in Danica's backyard enjoying the pool, or inside watching television. Either way, a normal innocent activity would almost always turn into a lovemaking session with both of them hot and sweaty.

Danica wiped away the tears and sat on her bed. She replayed the fight they had had last week. It had started innocently with Danica mentioning how they never held hands or kissed when out in public. Kim had brushed it off, but Danica had persisted. Finally Kim had blurted out how she didn't want anyone to know she was a lesbian. Danica had burst into tears and Kim had run home. Danica's dad was in Australia for two weeks so she had spent the last week alone in the huge mansion.

Danica wandered down the grand staircase. Everything in her house was perfect. The maid came twice a week and kept the place spotless. The chef was here once a week and cooked enough food for Danica to enjoy for the upcoming week. Danica hated herself. She thought everything was going well and then Kim had broken up with her. She didn't want to think of Kim, but it was difficult. They had made love in every room of the house and no matter what she did; she couldn't get the image of Kim out of her head. She walked into the kitchen and remembered the time they had had a food fight. It had ended with them licking the fruit off each other.

Danica sat in the living room and wrote in her journal. It had been an idea of her therapist to write a journal of her thoughts and emotions. She had been going to Dr. Jones for almost five years and she was great. Danica didn't realize how long she had been writing in her journal, but was startled when her doorbell rang. It was almost midnight and she was a little worried as to who was at her door. She looked at the security camera and gasped when she saw it was Kim. She unlocked the door and stared at her. 

"Let me in. Please." Kim's voice was hoarse and she was limping a bit. Her hair was a mess and she was barefoot and holding one shoe in her hand.

"What happened?" Danica was seriously concerned for Kim's well being.

"I love you. God I love you. Zach wanted to have sex. I said no. I wasn't aroused." Kim was kissing Danica while talking. "I only want you. He made me walk home. I can't go home in this condition." 

"You're having a shower. Come." Danica led Kim up the stairs and into her private bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water heat up. Danica's bathroom was almost the same size as a normal size bedroom. The walk in shower had glass doors and had three showerheads. Danica helped Kim remove her clothes and then guided her into the shower. Kim lathered up her hair and then soaped up her body. Danica just watched in awe. Kim was tall and thin and had small breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, even from the hot water and her pussy was freshly waxed.

"Get in here sweetie. Please?" Kim was pouting. She always did that when she wanted something. She jutted her bottom lip out and smiled.

"You won't let me say no will you?" Danica grinned and removed her jeans and sweater. She stepped into the water and hugged Kim tight. Kim began to sob quietly. Danica ran her tongue against Kim's wet shoulder and began to suck on her smooth skin. She wanted to make her feel better and knew this was the only way.

"I love you too." Danica held Kim tight and ran her finger down her body. She stopped at her breasts and made tiny circles around her nipples. She then moved down further and fingered her navel ring. Danica moaned as she moved her hand down and felt Danica's bare pussy lips.

"Cum for me Kim." Danica moved her fingers lightly over Kim's clit. She was barely touching her, but the moans and whimpers indicated she was enjoying it. Danica pressed her lips against Kim's and kissed her hard. Her fingers moved faster, making Kim pant harder.

"Oh God this feels so good." Kim was clinging to Danica as her legs began to shake. Her clit was throbbing and Danica was barely touching it. Danica pulled away and looked deep into Kim's eyes. She pushed hard against Kim's clit and watched as Kim cried out in pleasure. Her whole body shook and Danica could feel the blood rushing against her clit.

"Sleep with me tonight." Danica whispered the words. They were a statement, not a question. The two girls climbed out of the shower and after drying off crawled into Danica's king size bed. They wrapped their arms and legs around each other and fell asleep listening to each other breath.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



I had known Chrissy ever since she was a prepubescent teenage girl growing up next door. Early on she had frequently come over to spend time with my own daughter who was five years younger, and quite often baby-sitting for my ex-wife and I whenever we needed a sitter for one reason or another. After my divorce, there was little reason for her to come over as when I did have my daughter for the weekend, I never went anyplace without her, though even then Chrissy usually made an appearance to say hello and spend some time with my daughter even with the age difference between them.

By the time Chrissy had graduated from high school, I fully expected that she would head off to college someplace and that I would rarely if ever see her again. To my surprise, she elected to live at home and attend a nearby Junior college instead.  I always enjoyed her short brief visits when she would sometimes just drop by to see how I was doing. After my divorce, and with her now being of age, I sometimes allowed myself to flirt with her a little, something I had purposely refrained from doing when she was younger, and while married. But at twice her age, it was an innocent flirtation with absolutely no expectations whatsoever, especially as we'd established a long-term friendly relationship over the years that I wasn't about to jeopardize.  And, Chrissy had flirted back, which certainly stroked my ego, though I never took her flirtation very seriously any more than she did mine. It was always good-natured banter back and forth with sexual undertones that were never meant to develop into anything.

I was in the process of doing some much needed laundry one Saturday when Chrissy dropped by for one of her chance visits. 

"Here, why don't you let me sort that out for you," she told me. She giggled as she took the bundle of laundry that I had already half-stuffed into the washer and began resorting out the colors from the whites. "As a matter of fact David, why don't you let me come in once a week and do your laundry for you?" She stated simply. "If I do that, it won't be nearly so bad as this is."

She was sorting through a month's worth of dirty clothes. It had even gotten to the point that I'd gone out and bought clean underwear rather than wash any. "You sure?" I asked. "You wouldn't mind?"

I felt awkward asking her, and agreeing to her suggestion, but the simple truth was, I hated having to do my own laundry, and obviously I wasn't very good at doing it either. Once again she laughed and told me she'd be happy to do it for me. I told her that I would pay her of course, which she readily agreed to as well as I knew she could use the extra money for school, but that was only after she informed me that that would include some general house cleaning duties as well then, in addition to doing my laundry. Once again I agreed, happy and delighted that I would be seeing her a little more frequently than I had been, already appreciating her taut little body as she stood in a pair of tight fitting shorts and a tank top that did little if anything in concealing the near perfect curve of her pert young breasts.

As promised, Chrissy came in once a week on Saturdays to change the sheets on my bed, (something I hadn't asked her to do) did my laundry, and vacuumed and dusted whenever she thought it needed it.  

I had been looking forward to seeing her the next Saturday when she informed me that she had something else she needed to do that day, so would be coming over on Sunday instead. I was slightly disappointed that I might miss seeing her as I had a committed golf outing with some friends that I couldn't really get out of.  Having a key, I told Chrissy that I'd probably be gone when she came over, but to go ahead and let herself in to do whatever she felt needed doing.

With only three of us playing, our round went a lot quicker than I had anticipated, and rather than hanging around for lunch, I made excuses and drove home hoping to spend a little time with her before she'd finished up and gone home.  Pulling into the drive, I was pleased to find that the back door wasn't locked, which meant that in all likelihood she was still there. I didn't exactly announce myself by making a lot of noise when I came in, but I didn't make it a point of calling out her name or telling her I was there either. I stood for a moment in the kitchen area just listening, but couldn't hear her walking around upstairs, but then the sound of the dryer being turned on alerted me where she was. I opened the door to the basement and made my way downstairs figuring to surprise her, though the reasoning behind that escaped me for some reason. And surprised she was, as we both were, she was indeed doing my laundry, as well as her own.  It was obvious that she'd just sorted out some whites, and had then stripped off her own clothing adding them to my own.  She stood in front of the washing machine with her back towards me as she finished depositing my clothes and hers into the washer. I stood there holding my breath, unsure of what to do or say, already trying to formulate a plan where I could quietly make my escape back up the stairs before she realized I was there. Unfortunately, it was at that very moment that she turned and saw me standing there staring at her.

"David! Good God you scared the hell out of me!" she stated actually jumping when she did, though she made absolutely no move to try and cover herself upon seeing me.

"Sorry," was all I could manage. "Just got home, thought I heard you down here," I said lamely.

She smiled, recovering herself, though she still had made no effort to conceal her obvious nudity from me.

"Hope you don't mind, but since you didn't have all that much white laundry to do, I've been washing some of my own with yours."

"Mind? No...of course not," I said grinning, feeling a little sheepish as we stood there discussing the laundry as though it was the most natural thing to be doing in the world with her standing there naked in front of me.

After a long pregnant pause when the awkwardness of the moment was becoming obvious, she spoke. "I hope this doesn't offend you," she told me, openly holding her hands out to either side of herself, putting herself on display for my perusal. "I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, and running around in the nude most of the time is something I've just gotten used to."

I immediately had a mental image of her running around like that at home and wondered about what her parents thought, then added the image of her making my bed, dusting, vacuuming in the nude as well, the image of all that was still with me as I answered. 

"Of course not, no!" I told her, "It doesn't bother me at all, at least not in a bad way," I added, surprised I had done so, but finding the flirtatious comment as being one too good to pass up.

She laughed at that and immediately jumped up to sit on the washer, obviously no longer concerned with being naked in front of me. I continued to stand there looking at her, feeling a bit silly with no more to add to our conversation at that point and wondering if I shouldn't simply turn around and head back up the stairs.

"So tell me David, you ever see your wife do this?" she asked.

"Do the laundry naked? No...can't say I ever did."

Once again she laughed, shaking her head. "Not what I meant really, but not surprised to hear that either," she commented. "No, what I was referring to was sitting on the washer while it's going."

That was an easy one for me as well. "Nope, can't say I ever saw her do that either, why do you ask?"

I watched as Chrissy had planted both hands to either side of her on the washer, her legs spread hanging off the edge of the washer as she sat talking to me. The fact that I could see the perfect pink split of her inviting little quim didn't seem to concern her one tiny little bit.

"Cause it feels really good, that's why," she said easily. "That's how I learned to masturbate," she informed me, once again shocking me with surprise by her admission.

Dumbfounded, I continued to stand there saying nothing, though still looking at her.

"I've been doing this for years, though not nearly as often as I used to do when I was younger. But ever since I started doing your laundry for you," she grinned adding a lusty sigh as the obvious vibrations from the washer caused her to do so as she sat there.

"Never even imagined such a thing," I finally managed to say. Once again, she laughed at that.

"No, suppose not, not something I guess a guy would find quite as stimulating as a woman might, which is why I wondered if you'd ever seen your wife sitting on the washer before."

Once again I thought back, but could never remember her having done so, let alone do the wash naked either.

"So David...what do you do to get yourself off?" she asked me point blank. "Or are you seeing someone?"

"No, I'm not, not yet anyway." I said answering the second question. "Only my hand," I found myself saying, surprised when I did, answering the first one.

"Yeah, me too," she grinned, "though I do enjoy trying other things to see how they feel too," she boldly told me.  "You ever do anything anyplace else beside the bed?" she asked.

As I mentioned, Chrissy and I had teased and flirted before, but never to this degree, and never this explicitly in our chats either. "Not really, no." I found myself admitting. "Though we did do it a few times in the car," I actually told her. Chrissy shook her head knowingly.

"Yeah, me too...but I've never found that as comfortable or as fun as some of the other places I've tried."

I merely shook my head, though now finding myself hoping she'd continue and tell me some of the places she had done it, or been doing it.

"Never done it on a washing machine before though, just sat on one and let the vibrations masturbate me. Would you like to try it?"

"Excuse me?"

She was looking at me straight in the eye. "I just asked if you'd like to fuck me," she said now very seriously. "So...would you?"

"Good God Chrissy, I'm twice your age!" I said speaking the obvious.

"Yeah, and twice as experienced too!" she tossed back at me. "So...wanna try it?"

I couldn't believe I was actually standing there contemplating it, actually looking at her, or rather actually looking directly at her now even more exposed pussy which she'd just spread for me even more invitingly than it had been.

"I think the height of the washer's a bit much," I informed her, disbelief in my own tone of voice that I was actually considering it as I surveyed the washer and the height of where my own now very hard cock was actually pressing against my pants. Something she seemed to notice as well.

"Try the step-stool," she said pointing.

I'd forgotten I even had one as I'd never had to use it. Glenn, my ex-wife had used it whenever she needed to get out fresh towels, or cleaning detergent, as she was considerably shorter than I was. I picked it up, setting it down in front of the washing machine where I now stood on the lowest step standing between Chrissy's legs.

"Maybe you should get undressed," she informed me. "And besides, I think it would be a lot nicer that way, don't you?"

I felt like I was in the middle of a dream. Seconds later I was as naked as she was, once again standing on the lowest step, the height perfect as she reached out to grasp my rock-hard prick, rubbing it against herself. She was already wet, her cunny glistening with juice as she rubbed and slapped the head of my dick against herself.

"Like that?" she asked. 

"Ah huh," I stammered, enjoying the sensations, enjoying the view as my hands tentatively reached out to cup each of those perfect pointed little breasts of hers.

"Oh yeah, I like having my tits played with," she informed me. "Never feels quite as good as when I do it whenever I'm masturbating."

"I know what you mean," I told her, enjoying the sensation of her hand upon me instead of my own, it had after all been a while.

"Put it in me," she said. "But don't move for a moment after you do, you'll see why," she added.

My cock slid into her like a hot knife slicing through butter. Every square inch of my prick was greeted by the hot wet silkiness of her sweet snatch until I was balls deep, then stood there unmoving just as she'd asked.

"Feel it?"

"How could I not?" I thought to myself, and then realized what it was she was actually referring to. It was subtle at first, and then I felt the tiny soft vibrations of her pussy as it surrounded me, the washer thrumming away beneath and against us, as we stood there coupled together. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah," I said with a greater understanding now.

"Ok. now you can fuck me...but slowly," she purred.

It was almost painful. Painfully excruciating to merely slide in to her, ever so slowly, and then withdraw, nearly as slowly, but it was the way she wanted it, and so I did. And here I was, the one with all the supposed experience learning from a woman half my age.

"Hmm, nice," she cooed once again. "Pinch my nipples, twist them while you do that."

I did so, relishing in her taut hard little nubbins that felt so deliciously wonderful clenched between my fingers, looking up, her eyes closed, her smile one of complete and total ecstasy as my prick slid in an out of her at a maddeningly slow pace, yet the sensation so wickedly delightful as the vibrator washer tickled and kissed my balls every time I impaled her fully.

"Faster." she said simply.

I did so, thrusting in and out of her a little faster than I had been until she urged me to go even faster, harder, deeper if I could.

"Harder, faster, harder, faster!" she now wailed.

Now I was fucking her with a rapidity that surprised even myself, perched precariously on a step stool that I wasn't sure was made to stand up to this kind of activity. And yet, there I stood, slamming into her as fast as I could manage to do, holding onto Chrissy's tits for dear life, let alone my balance as we neared the precipice of bliss together just as the washer went into the spin cycle.

"Oh yeah, now! Now!" she screamed.

The only now I could think of, was the Now of busting my nuts inside her, which suddenly seemed to occur all at once, just as she cried out, triggering my release just as I felt the hot wet slush of her pussy damn suddenly breaking, a torrent of her own wet slick joy-juice bathing my cock in a copious frothy orgasmic wetness the likes of which I'd never experienced before as my own hard felt jettison of spunk filled her cunt with what felt like a never ending discharge of cream.

"Oh yeah, cum baby! Cum with me!" She cried out once again, feeling my ejaculate pouring into her.

Weak in the knees, I was forced to withdraw, stepping down from my stool before I fell off of it.

"Wow, that was great!" Chrissy stated still squirming around on top of the washing machine, taking a moment to finger and even taste the fluid that was obscenely flowing out of her still spread pussy.

"You can say that again!" 

"Only one thing could have made it even better!" She suddenly announced.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Well, I've always had this fantasy about fucking a good looking May Tag repairman."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Well, I guess I could see if they'd let me buy one of those hats at least."

"Would you?"

"Sure...why not?"

"And I sort of have this other fantasy too."

"And what that might be?"

"Well, it sort of involves a hard hat."

"That I can get," I told her, as I was most often on site with my construction work.

"There's a few others too," she said grinning.

"Sounds like I'm going to need to make room in my closet," I told her.

Chrissy jumped down off the washer at that point and headed up towards the stairs.

"Well? You coming?" She asked, I still like a comfy bed once in a while too.

I was right behind her.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



For the next week, I was watching Carla and Dora cavort daily, and doing increasingly nasty things to each other, in both the bedroom and to my increasing dismay, the bathroom. Friday's 'We're not in Kansas anymore!' moment was when Dora adjusted the bathroom camera for a closer view down into the bathtub, as she and my wife took turns pissing all over each other. Sure they took a long playful bath together afterwards, but this was a serious shocker for me that showed that Carla was very willing to take her new sexual relationship with Dora to far-off distant places that I'd never even caught sight of before! Sure I knew that she wanted a more exotic sex life -- and now I was sure she'd found the fulfillment of every single sordid fantasy that she'd ever even dreamed about... and now all coming true -- and in front of a living audience!

And she was loving every single minute of it.

Even in 'open marriages', the couple usually establish some sort of ground rules and they try respecting the wishes of their spouses. By this point Carla could tell that I 'knew', as she was now almost flaunting the affair in my face, but she was in no mood to patch up our own relationship. The silent treatment mostly now perpetually persisted and often now she stayed late in the evening with Dora, long after I'd return home from work. From my side of the bedroom, I could easily hear my wife's loud 'I'm cumming' scream from the other side of the brick wall, and I eventually decided that she was making as much noise during sex as possible... both for the camera and to deliberately annoy me!

She was sure that she had won the war, and was having the last say in the matter -- and driving the knife home, over and over again just out of spite to win meaningless points. She didn't want a divorce... but she didn't want any changes to her new relationship either. In fact, she had already pretty much voted with her feet, spending the vast majority of the next two weekends as well with Dora.

Increasingly, Carla and I had been avoiding each other and not talking. She was giving me the permanent silent treatment until I agreed to surrender... something I had now decided I would never do, even if it did mean divorce. A word that was now increasingly entering my daily thoughts.

Paula, now discovering that someone else had been keeping her side of the bed warm all day, every day, was considerably less amused and much more willing to take some direct action.

***********

While Paula might have had some suspicions of her own (she's a very bright girl) it wasn't until the third Friday of this circus that she became aware of Carla's growing sexual relationship with Dora. She found out the hard way, coming home in the evening to find the lovers still entwined in a deep sixty-nine in their bedroom. She was not amused, and I had a semi-ringside seat to the argument watching it on the cam. Unfortunately, Dora quickly turned off the sound and they also moved the fight just off-camera.

I can't say for certain, being limited to what I could overhear through the brick, but at a wild guess I'd Dora shared Carla's talent for blaming others for her own mistakes. The best defense being a good offense, Dora apparently was blaming Paula's long work hours as the reason (and entitlement) for her own affairs... plus her slut roommate was undoubtedly doing it with a dozen men behind her back, or so she claimed loudly with mock righteousness with absolutely no proof!

I've never understood why cheaters always blame their cheating to be the fault of their innocent companion! It's like they feel that since they have the urge to cheat, that their partner does as well. Thus, out of guilt, they always want to be the first to put the blame (wrongly) on someone else, so that they can cover-up or excuse their own sins. In any case, Paula wasn't falling for it and put the blame right square where it belonged and she left the house immediately in a snit.

Nonchalantly, the girls put the cameras back on and right back to having sex again, right where they'd left off. Coolly indifferent, the women stayed at it again for hours and Carla never even bothered to return home that night. That spoke volumes about their relationship... and ours -- they were determined to have their fun and anyone who didn't like it could just piss off!

*********

I decided to go into work on Saturday, while no one was there to watch me watch the cam and where I could mope about in someplace quiet, where I felt comfortable. Just for fun, I left some blank divorce paperwork on our coffee/dining table where she'd be certain to see it, assuming that she ever returned home this weekend.

It was a long day and frankly a bit boring until Paula returned home about noon, catching the lovers playing in the shower. After a long fight, copious tears from Paula and a great deal of coaxing, Dora and Carla got Paula to join them and soon one thing lead to another and the three girls ended up together on the big king sized bed playing, and they stayed intertwined in lovemaking for the rest of the day.

Actually, it was fairly obvious even to the casual viewer that Paula wasn't really too into this threesome scene and was probably just going along to avoid another big fight. Increasingly it became obvious to me and even to some of the more astute veteran cam watchers online, that Dora and Carla would actually have preferred to just fuck together, and poor cuckold Paula was now little more than a pleasant distraction.

Late afternoon, when Paula got out the bed and got dressed, her other two lovers were much too busy with each other to notice or even much care. That moment spoke volumes for me too. At this point I knew just where my marriage was at the moment, and like Paula, I knew that I didn't feel like playing second fiddle anymore! No goodbyes were said, but the long sad look that Paula gave them before she left spoke volumes.

*********

About an hour later, the girls took a break and got dressed, turned off the computer with a message that they were going out for dinner and dancing and they could expect a really hot show later on tonight! Since the dinner and dancing didn't seem to involve me, I decided that I ought to get home myself and make my own alternative plans.

Leaving work to return home, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised to find that Carla had made a brief trip into the house to change into one of her slinkier dancewear outfits. She had looked at my divorce paperwork and scrawled a brief note.

"Do whatever you want, you will anyway!"

I don't think she understood that by now she had gone too far and that our marriage was now probably beyond all hope of saving. She was lost in her pleasure to her new world of sex without limits, while being watched by thousands.

Carla had always loved sex, needing it almost daily with me, but now I could tell that her new lesbian experiences seemed to be even more fulfilling for her, as if she had found a piece of herself that had always been missing as she made love with another woman. I could tell that this was a Pandora's box that could never again be closed, even if she chose to return and rebuild our relationship sometime in the future.

There is no easy way for a man's ego to admit that his lover had left him, probably forever, for another woman. On the other hand, I sort of understood how and why this had happened and that there was enough blame to go around. I knew that forcing a confrontation wouldn't accomplish anything at this stage and that only the shock of a separation would even have a chance of bringing Carla back to her senses... assuming she even wanted a reconciliation at this point.

For better or worse, I had already decided that I was not going to unilaterally share my wife, on Carla's terms alone. If I surrendered that point, then the door was open for anything and everything. Someday I'd just come home to then find another man in my bed, or perhaps a dozen of them. If Carla could no longer live in a marriage with any sort of meaningful rules or boundaries then I would be a damned fool if I meekly acquiesced to it!

I didn't really want a divorce yet -- but I wasn't going to slowly enable her to chip away the last bits of the love that I had had for her. It was time for me to put my foot down, and leave. The next step was entirely up to her.

***********

I had started to pack up a bag with my clothes but I soon got distracted as I saw the last light of day shine in through the bedroom window and I realized that I had not fed the fish today. Going out back to the fish pond I saw Paula was there, just sitting next to it, waiting... I suppose for me. She had been there awhile, crying, but now she was very much in control of her emotions... probably more so than I was!

"Is now a good time to talk?" She asked.

"The best. Carla and Dora have gone out for awhile, but they'll be back later... and we don't have to be here then. At least I don't plan to be still here. Do you have a friend you can stay with?"

"Not really. Maybe I could call a friend from the cooking school, crash on her couch until graduation in a few months, but it would really be an imposition, I really don't know her that well... and she's not a lover. When did you learn that your wife was shacking up with Dora?"

"Just about right from the start. She wanted to rub my nose in it and make a really big production out of the fact that she felt she had the right to have an affair with or without my permission. I've been watching her, them... and even you with them, last night... I think they've attached themselves firm to each other, like they're now the actual married couple and we're both just outside troublemakers. I can see the writing on the wall bright and clear - I'm leaving... what are you going to do?"

"The same, I think. Let them have their fun and get out of their way... I think to fight this any more is just going to cause more pain and trouble, and neither of them are worth it. I don't think I can ever trust her again."

"That's really the issue for me as well, trust." I agreed. "Can I help you get your things? Dora doesn't leave the house much apparently, so this would be the best time to pack up, assuming you do want to make that clean break with a minimum of drama."

She did. I helped her up from the ground and she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before we went inside. A rather nice affectionate and feminine hug.

"I thought you didn't like men very much?" I asked her as we went inside her flat.

"Wherever did you hear that from? I like guys very much -- my last lover before Dora was male. That's probably why she was always afraid that I'd leave her someday for cock again, and she's probably right. I wasn't ever completely dyke enough to suit her. She had some rather extreme tastes and I wasn't comfortable enough to do absolutely everything that she wanted me to do... or at least with her!" She winked and fortunately the topic changed as she found her three suitcases and showed me which drawers held her clothes to be packed.

Within twenty minutes, Paula had everything packed up that she cared about, including most of the kitchen stuff, which was all hers and her three suitcases of clothes and two boxes of kitchenware were now all sitting in my living room. I was next going to finish my own packing but Paula distracted me by offered to take me out to dinner. She could probably get us a kitchen table at the restaurant she was interning at, and probably for free as well. As we were both now quite hungry, and still rather poor, this sounded like a pretty good plan.

Over dinner, and it was a fantastic one, she introduced me to some of her co-workers, as well as the executive chef and even the owner. They hadn't known anything about Paula's personal life and they all assumed I was her boyfriend and I didn't bother to correct them. If she hadn't told them she had been living with a lesbian girlfriend then it certainly wasn't my place to tell them otherwise. Dressed up halfway decently, we did quite look the part of a dating couple. The age difference was just about right as well, with me being only about three years older than she was.

"Carla was a damn fool!" Paula muttered, mostly to herself but quite within my hearing.

"Undoubtedly, but why would you say so?" I asked her with a laugh. She smiled and took a gulp rather than sip of her glass of wine and then took and gently held my right hand.

"I was never home much, when Carla was over just visiting, but she did talk about you a lot. She did love you once, you know... and I got the impression you were a very kind man, but you just didn't challenge her, or give her everything she needed. Like Dora, she seems to thrive on drama and making scenes, while like me, you prefer your life to be quiet and peaceful. She's going to miss you some day, but by then I hope some other more appreciative woman is going to realize what a treasure you are and have you long stolen away for herself!"

I think she realized then that she had overplayed her hand a little bit and she went right back to being pretty, quiet and mysterious. The clinch on my hand didn't lessen however. Her kitchen friends came by offering us more wine and she accepted with alacrity.

************

When we returned back to the duplex after dinner, we discovered that Dora and Carla had returned just before us, as the hood of Dora's car was still warm to the touch. We went inside my house and found that as expected we were quite alone... and undoubtedly would be for most, if not all of the night.

I asked Paula if she had decided where she could go for the night, so that I could load up her car with her stuff, but she said she still hadn't thought of a decent option. She had no family in town and her friends were just casual ones or barely acquaintances. To be a gentleman, I offered her the sofa and she nodded her acceptance. She did ask if I could turn on the computer to see what our ex-lovers were up to at the moment, and I did. I was actually quite curious too myself!

Back from their dinner, they had apparently cut short the dancing when they got too hot for each other to wait any longer. Currently they were in the bathtub head to cunt in a sixty-nine when Dora, who was on top, suddenly began to piss right into Carla's mouth.

"Did I just see what I think I saw?" I asked Paula in amazement.

"Yeah, she really loves stuff like that! She goes on wet and wild power trips sometimes. I didn't like to do that for her, but she'd have 'accidents' sometimes. It was sort of fun... sometimes, but if I'm going to have someone piss on me, or want to see it go into my mouth or face, then I need to feel happy and comfortable with that lover and know that they love and respect me... and maybe even enjoy it when I return the favor."

"Sounds quite fair to me!" I admitted. "I think Carla has that same opinion too, as she's definitely returning the favor now!"

The girls needed a good hot shower now and we needed to move my computer monitor closer to us over on the coffee table so that we could watch from the sofa. As all of her stuff was packed away, Paula asked me for an old shirt that she could use as a sleepshirt and due to her slightly petite size one of my old comfortable workshirts did in fact nearly come down to her knees. I don't think she was wearing anything underneath it, but I was too polite to mention it.

I told her I'd leave her in peace, alone to sleep on the sofa, already complete with a blanket and a pillow from my regular nights spent there, but she just snuggled up close to me and we watched our former lovers have their fun. They were putting on a very hot cam show tonight, still warming up their audience which was already at over two thousand watchers, as they kissed and fondled each other naked, slowly in front of the cameras teasing their viewers, and each other.

Watching her ex-lover kiss my wife, with affection, love and need, soon brought Paula once again to tears. It was apparently a depth of love and warmth that had never quite been shown to her. It was a harsh way of showing her that now Carla and Dora felt an affection for each other that already far surpassed what they had shown to their previous committed lovers. I had seen this look earlier; it had helped me make my decision to make a clean break with Carla. Now Paula was having the same understanding about Dora.

As Paula cried, she fell into my arms for comfort, needing my arms to hold her close. She cried for a long time, with her petite nose flat against my chest and neck as she whimpered and nuzzled close against me as I cradled her. While I caressed her hair and back to comfort her, her tear-filled eyes lifted up for a moment after she gently kissed my neck and somehow our lips met and we kissed.

It wasn't a long kiss, but it wasn't quite an accidental or brotherly kiss either. She took another look at the lovers kissing and fingering each other, and with a slight cry she flung her head right back into my chest, hard. When I noticed her gently kissing my bare chest, I realized that she had undone a few of my shirt button in order to feel, and kiss, my bare chest. I caressed again the top of her head and she began to slowly rest herself more into my lap, enjoying the warmth of my hand and the comfort it brought her.

The action on the webcam continued to heat up, and when Dora produced a pair of large vibrators and some baby oil and proceeded to lube up Carla's cunt and ass, my cock started to serious strain my pants. The fact that Paula was now resting with her head right in my lap with her nose right against my throbbing cock complicated things. Without a word said she slowly unzipped my cock and freed it so that it pressed against her face. A casual caress of her increasingly bare shoulder indicated that she'd also already unbuttoned most of her shirt. As she began to nuzzle and caress my cock with just her chin and cheeks, my fingers caressed her shoulders and down to her right breast, virtually already uncovered and I first ran my fingertips over her large nipples. As I caressed them they became even larger and more erect, like my own cock, and as I squeezed her breast I heard her sigh out, just as her lips now made contact with my cockhead.

"Paula," I whispered. "You don't have to do this. You're angry, heartbroken at your lover rejecting you, and for my wife. You don't need to do this out of revenge!"

"No." She said, briefly taking my cock out of her mouth as she smiled at me. "I'm not doing this for revenge, but just for me. I've been wanting to do this all evening since we were at the restaurant. Carla doesn't deserve you... and now I'm going to see what she has thrown away, because I already think it is much, much better than what I also previously had. Very soon, I think I won't miss Dora at all!"

Soon Paula began to suck my cock in earnest, and she gently adjusted the rest of her body so that I could caress her tits with one hand and finger her ass and cunt with my other hand. It was a bit complicated, but we soon got into a rhythm. When I warned her I was about to cum, she slowed down the action and even briefly stood up from the couch long enough so that she could remove her completely unbuttoned shirt, revealing herself nude to me.

Kneeling on the carpet, she kissed her way back up my thighs and began to give my balls and even my ass a good licking before she returned her attentions to my cock in earnest. Soon she began to really suck my cock hard forcing her head down deeply upon it even without the help of my hands upon her head. When I began to cum, she swallowed the first couple of blasts but then held just my cockhead inside her mouth tightly so that the last spasms of cum stayed on her tongue and mouth.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



Still rock hard, she then quickly climbed up in my lap to face me and sat herself down upon my cock. Riding my cock in my lap, she then pressed herself hard against me, mashing her breasts tightly against my chest, she then opened her mouth to kiss me, so I could then taste the cum still on her tongue. Carla had liked doing this to me in the past and I didn't find my own taste to be offensive, so we swapped tongues while she madly rode me. She hadn't enjoyed a cock in nearly two years and mine was apparently a very nice fit for her.

At some point in the evening we decided that screwing on a sofa was uncomfortable, especially when there was a nice bed available, so we moved there for a little more play and then some sleep. I think both of us wanted to get 'caught', to reinforce the message that if they could cheat, then so could we! Sort of a moral victory perhaps, but it didn't happen. Sunday morning arrived nice and bright and the webcam showed that Carla had once again spent the night with Dora. That was fine, I guess -- Paula and I decided we could both live just fine without the drama, and while our old lovers still slept, we engaged in a little bit more deliberate love-making.

Ok, our fucking last night did bear a little resemblance to a grudge-fuck, of two jilted lovers getting some pleasant revenge, but in the cool light of dawn things started to get a bit more serious.

"It's a shame that it wouldn't out." I muttered while Paula was laying with her head against my chest. Her right arm was casually playing with my cock and balls, with a long middle finger slowly working its way inside of my ass cheeks.

"Why wouldn't it?" She enquired, right as her finger finally reached my asshole and gently caressed it.

"I admit that we seem to be very good together in bed and that our personalities are a quite good fit, but we're both angry and taking out sexual frustrations right now."

"And we're relieving those frustrations rather effectively too at the moment! It all comes down to honesty and trust... our old lovers didn't value those traits, but we do. If we're honest with each other, really honest... it actually could work out."

"Until you decide that I'm too much of a slacker, or decide someday that you really miss the taste of cunt again."

"First of all, I know you're a slacker... so am I. I work hard at work and like nothing more than peaceful bliss when I'm at home, to read a book or just play about in the kitchen... but with my lover close at hand. You'll do, and more so! As for the taste of cunt, that's where the honesty part comes in. Admit it, it Carla had brought Dora into your bed, with you there... and allowed to play to, would you have complained?"

"Not in the slightest. I'd already told her, under certain conditions, that a threesome would be acceptable."

"See? Honesty in a relationship sometimes does work... if both parties try together. And it does work both ways... if you want to bring someone home, the same rules apply -- we talk and agree, first."

"Stop that! You're trying to be reasonable! That never makes for a good start in a relationship!" I laughed.

"No, but that does sometimes make for a great start in a stronger relationship that might accidenatly last!" She did have a point, and her middle finger was now nearly fully inside my ass as she began to lick and stroke my cock once again upright.

"Truth time!" She giggled. "Yes or no, do you like a finger playing with your ass while you're sucked?"

"Damn this honesty thing! If I admit that yes it's sort of stimulating, you'll next put a dildo, buttplug or huge vibrator up it."

"Turn about is fair play, if you want to play with or fuck my ass, I don't see why I shouldn't get to do the same with yours, unless that's a deal-breaker?"

"Now that's a pleasant thought... I rather would like to fuck your ass. I think I can be fairly open, assuming you don't get too weird on me without warning."

"Good, because sometimes, if I'm in the mood, I've enjoyed having my ass fucked in the past...and in the interest of fully honest disclosure, I've once enjoyed fucking an old boyfriend's ass with a strap-on. Be fair with me and I'll be fair with you! Whatever two loving consenting adults want to do for fun!"

I did have to admit that I was enjoyed the sensation of her finger inside of me and I didn't quite say no when Paula found, and started to use one of Carla's vibrators upon and inside of me. I soon blew a huge load inside her mouth and didn't object when her tongue swirled all of it upon my own tongue as we kissed.

In revenge, I gave her asshole a really good licking, which she loved, and she just cooed when my still rock hard cock easily slipped through her wet ass and deeply inside. Having just cum a geyser-load, I stayed hard nearly forever and she was a whimpering sweaty puddle by the time I could bring myself to cum again inside of her ass. It was what she did next that really surprised me.

"As I said, if you're willing to occasionally taste your own cum without getting a manly indignant, than I can do the same." With that, she took my cock back into her mouth and began licking and cleaning it, despite the fact that it was straight from her ass. When she was done, she came back towards me to see if I would kiss her. I did, and we twirled tongues for quite awhile. Frankly, I really couldn't taste much of anything.

Just to be slightly cruel and gain perv points, I upped the ante by licked her ass again, quite clean, inside and out. She got up onto her feet and squatted, so that my tongue could go deeper, and like me, when I was done, she didn't shy off in the slightest from sharing the ass-flavored cum I'd retrieved.

"You are really nasty!" She giggled as we trotted off into the shower. "We're going to provoke each other until we find a boundary somewhere where the other one won't go! You're going to have me doing nasty things in the bathroom next, just like Dora!"

"You started this whole 'honesty-fair play-evenness' game! Now get your ass into the shower, and preferably on your knees! I've got to take a wicked piss... and I bet your itching to get revenge for my eating out your cum filled ass!"

"I don't drink piss on a first date, but as long as you're willing to reciprocate afterwards, I've got a full bladder myself that needs some relief."

Like Dora and Carla, we ended up in a very wet and long sixty-nine. As we kissed and shared two last wet mouthfuls we declared a truce, and a willingness to turn an odd relationship of revenge into something stronger, like love and mutual respect. It was just weird enough that our relationship might actually work!

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We made a last minute check for forgotten items over here and finished loading up my car to bursting with the last minute addition of my computer. After a lengthy breakfast at Denny's where we perused the apartments for lease section of the Sunday newspaper, and found a couple that would fit our extremely limited budget in a neighborhood that weren't utterly a crime war-zone. We came to sort of roommates with benefits agreement, at least for the short term, where I could handle the rent if she could cover the other miscellaneous expenses on her limited salary. We smiled and held each other's hands all during breakfast and promised that we'd communicate and be honest with other.

The second place we looked at would do, we decided and we signed the lease right on the spot. Just like that, we had both left our current relationships... and for good! Monday, I'd take half of the day off to take my name off of our joint checking account, and transfer half of our savings into my own personal account. Then I'd go to the lawyer's office to sign the divorce paperwork so he could file it that afternoon, easy-squeezy. We didn't have any joint credit cards, so I had nothing to cancel there. The utilities were in her name, so she could keep her side of the duplex or not... probably not. From the looks of things, Carla had already pretty well moved in with Dora to stay, and neither of them seemed to be too broken up over their lost relationships.

The relationship drama looked to be completely over.

That was fine -- each day Paula and I were discovering and confirming that we shared an awful lot in common and that each of us made for pleasant companions and roommates, albeit we were just sharing one single bed and very happily so.

************

That August was a very good month for us. First my divorce became final without dispute or any roadblocks from Carla. She just signed the paperwork that was sent to her without comment and never called or even wrote me to discuss the situation any further. She was happy and utterly in-love with Dora and already I was ancient history. Nor did Dora ever contact Paula either. It was a very clean almost surgical break, without any drama or apparent regrets. We couldn't have asked for anything more!

Next, Paula graduated with honors from the culinary academy and completed her internship with distinction. They offered her a permanent position at her old restaurant, but after a lengthy process of interviews she selected a top gourmet restaurant that had an experienced sou-chef that was nearly ready to leave and become an executive chef on his own to open his own restaurant. This gave her a clear promotion path that she could easily reach for, and with her skills in a few years she'll claim that #2 top job easily. The money wasn't as good as some other offers, but it was enough. It'll be hard on us knowing that she'll be working 12-18 hour days at least six days a week, but that's a career commitment that's necessary and we're both willing to accept it without complaint or regret. It will severely cut down on our sex life, but that's understood.

Also the more tired and cranky she is from work, the nastier she usually is in the bedroom... or bathroom!

Lastly, I did make Paula the offer of becoming my wife, to formalize our arrangement, but she gently declined. She wants to be sure that we can hold ourselves to our pledge to remain faithful and monogamous with each other. Alcoholism, drug abuse and divorce are epidemic in the world of career high pressure chefs and she wants me to be her anchor against those temptations, and remain faithful to a woman who will hardly ever be home.

We know we love each other and I'm more than willing to wait.

***********

We don't watch Dora and Carla's webcam much any more. They fight constantly, but they seem to like the drama in their relationship. Carla has left her two or three times during the last year, but she always returns in a few days and they have a lot of fun making up. Paula and I think that they're two sides to a very strange coin and eventually they'll settle in permanently with each other, once they both learn that you don't need to fight to have a passionate relationship.

Paula and I spend our limited hours together usually quietly, lovingly appreciating each other, holding hands, hugging, screwing or just lying on the sofa together, snuggling reading books. We make sure to say "I love you' often, but we don't need to fill the air with empty chatter. It is more than enough that we are happy and together.

Carla did show up here at our apartment with a suitcase late one night a few weeks ago and we let her crash here for a couple of days until she returned 'home' to Dora. Oddly it was Paula who casually asked if we should invite her into our bed for some stress relief and a little old-time rememberance. The key word was 'our bed', not some solo external relationship fun. Together, the three of us was actually a lot of fun... and in every room of the house, but when she returned home to Dora we were glad for the rest, and the time once again alone together. It was a very interesting visit, and we wouldn't say no to a repeat... but I'll save those nasty details for another story.

**********

Paula joking suggested once that we set up our own webcam so that we could watch and be watched at the same time. I didn't say no! It was a very definite maybe. In a secure and trusting relationship where we both loved and respected each other, I'd have no problems letting strangers watch my loving wife skillfully suck my cock or watch me eat out her cunt or ass after I've well-fucked them. They can look, but the touching is just for me!

I even bought a new top of the line webcam and left it in its box unopened, and placed her engagement ring openly right on top of it. She smiles at it when she thinks that I'm not looking and even fondles it with increasing regularity. She smiled at me the other night and hinted that the current sou-chef is about ready to leave and management is strongly considering giving her the kitchen promotion, but of course then she'd want to become a respectable married woman... hint, hint.

Yesterday, Paula told me with a laugh and a smile that an old carnival gypsy had once told her that she would marry the boy next door and remain content and happy for the rest of her life... and sometime very soon, indeed she would... just as soon as I can get that webcam hooked up in our bedroom and connected up to the internet! And maybe also a second webcam hooked up into the bathroom!



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



It's not easy being a guard in the prison where your best friend is serving time on a drug rap. He had served three years and was now up for parole. He had a clean prison record and the promise of a job on the outside. It wouldn't pay as much as his old job at the auto plant, but it was a good job, provided by a football fan who remembered Lester Vernon as the star quarterback on our little town's high school team.

Lester was a "pretty boy" and his time in prison had not been pleasant. I was six four and 240 pounds and I had been able to protect him on the football field when Coach asked me to, but I had not been able to protect him from the inevitable fate of pretty boys in prison. He was probably going to get out soon and what happened would be history, unless it left scars too thick to heal. He was meeting with the parole board the next morning.

I stayed late that night and walked through Lester's cellblock. It was after lights out, but there was still enough dim light to see. I looked into his cell and Lester Vernon was bent over, steadying himself by holding the sink with both hands, taking a thick one right up the ass. 

His cellmate was a big, heavy-hung, black guy and he'd been fucking Lester for over two years. Lester was grunting and positioning his ass to take it deep. Lester's erection was firm and bouncing up and down as he got fucked. As I watched, Lester groaned and had an orgasm, pumping a big load of white, stringy semen out onto the floor. 

I turned and walked away before the black guy finished him off. I didn't want Lester to know that I had seen this humiliating thing happen to him. The guards watched prisoners fuck all the time, if it was consensual, and made jokes about it, but this was different. Lester had been my friend since high school and now I was in love with his wife. 

The next afternoon, during a break, I walked out into the prison yard to speak with Lester. His meeting with the parole board had gone well that morning. Their report would probably be favorable. 

It was obvious he was worried about what he was going to do when he got out. He began to ask me questions about his wife, Nancy Lee - questions about things that we had never talked about before. He asked for details about me fucking her.

"Tell me what she needs, Joe Bradley," Lester Vernon said. "I need to know. How often do you fuck her?"

He'd never asked me any of this before. Until now, he'd just wanted to be sure that I was "taking care" of her, so she wouldn't run around. Well, tell him the truth, I thought. No reason to lie about it now. He had asked me to fuck her because he knew she would need it and he didn't want her to become known as the town whore.

"I usually fuck her three nights a week," I said.

"How many times each night?" Lester asked.

"Usually twice, and if I stay overnight, once the next morning before I leave. And about once a month I spend the weekend at your place. We just stay naked and fuck the whole weekend. Your wife needs to get fucked a lot Lester."

"Does she come every time you fuck her?"

"Usually. Sometimes she comes twice," I said. 

It was painful to tell him the truth. I put myself in his place and imagined how it must feel hearing a graphic description of your wife getting fucked, while you're locked up and helpless. But Lester Vernon wanted to hear about it now because he was worried about having sex with Nancy Lee when he got out. That's why he was asking me these questions.

Lester looked off toward the fence that bounded his world. "That's a lot of fucking," he said softy.

"Yeah," I said. "But it's good pussy Lester Vernon. Spectacular pussy. She's got muscles that grab your dick and hold it like strong hand."

Lester stood there thinking. I could almost see the porn video playing in his head with his wife in the starring role. He looked again at the fence that held him prisoner.  "Look Joe Bradley," Lester said. "I've been getting fucked like a woman for three years. I just bend over and take it up the ass. That's the only way I come now. It's the only way I can get it up. I don't even jack off any more. I don't know if I can get it up to fuck her. How the hell am I gonna do it several nights a week?"

"You'll be okay Lester Vernon," I reassured him. "I've heard about a lot of guys who were forced to be punks in prison, but when they got out they could still fuck their women. Trust me. You'll be okay."

He just hung his head and looked at the ground. "I'm scared to death. Does Nancy Lee know that I'm getting fucked in the ass?"

Tell him the truth, I reminded myself. "Yes she does Lester. The prisoners' wives talk a lot in the waiting room on visitor's day. She knows what a "punk" is and what "marriage" is and what "carrying coal" is and she knows you've got a big black cellmate. She knows you had to do it to avoid getting gang raped."

"She thinks I'm a fag, doesn't she?"

"No Lester Vernon she does not think you are a fag."

"Is she afraid I might not be able to be her husband when I get out?" His voice was soft, almost trembling, as he asked.

Nancy Lee had talked about the humiliation and the pain that Lester was suffering in prison, but I had never heard her say she thought he might not be able to fuck her when he got out. I answered honestly.

"She has never said a word about that."

"You're going to have to help us Joe Bradley. You know that we can't do it alone."

I nodded. "I'll help any way I can."

"One more thing," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Is it true that she went out to the parking lot at the Ranch with three guys and she was gonna fuck 'em?"

He had never asked about this before. It had happened over two years ago. I wasn't even sure he knew about it till now. That must have been the incident that caused him to ask me to fuck her.

"Yes it's true," I said.

"And you went out and got her and took her home?"

"Yes I did."

"She was gonna fuck 'em, wadn't she? All three of 'em!"

"Well, Lester Vernon, Nancy Lee was very drunk that night," I said.

"But she was horny and she was gonna fuck 'em, wadn't she? Right out in the open, in the parking lot where anybody who wanted to could watch?"

"Well ... Yeah ... I guess she was," I finally admitted.

"She's a real horny woman. If you hadn't started fucking her, she would have become the town whore, wouldn't she?" Lester asked.

He was right. I nodded. "Yeah I guess she would have. You're right Lester, your wife is a very horny woman. She needs a man on a regular basis."

He sighed and looked away. "Then I did the right thing by asking you to fuck her. Nobody knows about it?"

"Nobody," I assured him.

"I'm much obliged to you, Joe Bradley. Thank you for fucking her for me and for keeping it quiet," he said. 

Then he thought for a moment and added, "Asking you to fuck her was the right thing for me to do. I just hope I can give her what she needs when I get out."

When I thought about how Nancy Lee and I had fallen in love, I wasn't as sure as Lester Vernon was that fucking her was the right thing. Neither Nancy Lee nor I could bring ourselves to tell him the truth. I had no idea how this thing was going to end.

I went over to Nancy Lee's doublewide that night and told her that Lester Vernon's meeting with the parole board had gone well. 

"He'll probably be out in a couple of days when the paper work is complete," I said.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Have you figured out what we're gonna do?" She asked softly.

"I can't tell him," I said.

"I can't tell him either," Nancy Lee said.

We'd been saying this for months, but now his release was only days away and we were no closer to a solution than we were before.

"When you make love to me tonight," she said, "be gentle."

Both of us seemed to feel it was our last time. It was gentle and passionate and tender and we whispered words of love to each other. Nancy Lee usually liked for me to bang her hard. She always said, "I won't break, Joe Bradley" and that's the way I always fucked her. 

But this night was different, somehow. Passionate, but soft and tender, like saying a loving good-bye. And I had the feeling that maybe it really was good-bye and I cried with my head on her shoulder and she patted me on the back like I was a child. We went to sleep in each other's arms. 

The next morning, while she was still asleep, I left the doublewide as the sun was rising and then I did a cowardly thing. I went to the prison office and asked for two weeks vacation. This was short notice, but I hadn't had much time off and my supervisor liked my work. The next day I packed a few things and headed south for the Emerald Coast. 

I called Nancy Lee's home phone, knowing she would be at work, and left a message that I would be gone for a couple of weeks. I said I was sorry, but I couldn't face Lester Vernon. She would have to do it alone. Then I turned off my cell. It was cowardly, but I simply could not bring myself to tell my best friend that I had fallen in love with his wife while he was locked up. 

After about four hours I came to a bridge and read a sign that said "The World's Luckiest Fishing Village." I got a room in an inexpensive motel a block from the beach. Then I went to a discount beach store and bought a cooler and all the stuff I needed for the beach. By mid-afternoon I was under an umbrella looking across sugar white sand at emerald colored water and drinking beer. 

The memories started flooding through my head the moment I sat down. They hurt. But, by the time a big red sun went down over the horizon off to my right, I was drunk enough to forget the pain of those memories.

The next morning I woke up with a headache, had a big breakfast at Another Broken Egg Café, and headed for the beach with my beer. My headache was gone by noon but my memories had returned as I looked out over that emerald water.

I saw Nancy Lee in my mind, naked in spike heels that first night I fucked her. I saw her as a ninth grader in a bikini, watching me cut grass and walking close enough to me to smell my sweat. I cursed my stupidity at not asking her for a date in the tenth grade. The memories kept flooding through my head until, by mid-afternoon, they were drowned out by beer. 

I must have passed out because it was dark when I woke up, collected my stuff, and headed back to the motel. I stopped off and bought a bottle of Early Times to take back to my room. Maybe that wouldn't give me a headache the next morning.

No such luck. I rolled out of bed at ten o'clock and reached for the aspirin. Then I poured another drink from a half empty bottle of Early Times. Bacon and eggs helped a little but coffee seemed to make it worse. Back to the beach. Back to my memories.  

I lost track of what day it was. The only decent meal I ate was breakfast. I was gonna kill my liver if I kept this up. Alcohol seemed to numb the painful memories and the regrets about what I should have done. I should have dated her - I should have married her – I should have done something – anything instead of just sitting at home and jacking off and thinking about her naked.

Each morning I got up and went to the beach and stared at the water and let the memories flood my mind until beer and booze drowned them out. Day after day I did it.

Then one morning, as I reached for what had to be my seventh or eighth bottle of Early Times, I heard a voice loud and clear. It was so real that I looked around the room to see where he was. It was Lester Vernon's voice, but my room was empty.

The voice said, "You're going to have to help us, Joe Bradley. You know that we can't do it alone."

Then I heard my own voice saying. "I'll help any way I can."

I was hearing voices – but, at least, they were the right kinds of voices. I put the bottle of Early Times back on the table. Then I got up and headed for the shower. I packed my things and loaded the car. I left the booze and beer and beach stuff in the room for the maid. As I paid my bill, I checked a newspaper. I had been gone almost two weeks. Then I started the drive back north. I had to help. I had promised.

When I got back to my apartment I called a few friends and asked about Lester Vernon. His parole had come through. He was working at his new job – making a lot less – but working. Everyone seemed to think things were going great for Lester and Nancy. I went to work and thanked my supervisor for giving me the time off. 

I went back to my apartment, after my first day back at work, and found a surprise. Nancy Lee was waiting for me when I opened the door. She ran to me, threw herself into my arms, and kissed me. I couldn't help it – I kissed her back. Then I pushed her away because I knew where it would end if I didn't.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

She shook her head no.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. 

She had already helped herself to bourbon and ginger from my kitchen. 

"Do you want me to fix you a drink?" She asked. 

My stomach turned over. "No thanks," I said. "So how are things?"

"As bad as they can be. Lester Vernon can't get it up. He tries. He rubs it. I rub it. I suck it. He got Doc Evans to give him the purple pill. Nothing works. We tried a porn video. I even shoved a big vibrator up his ass. Nothing!"

"I've heard about this sort of thing," I said. "Sometimes it takes a while for a guy to get adjusted."

"It's been two weeks! Still nothing! It doesn't even start to get hard. It just hangs there - soft and floppy and useless." Nancy Lee said.

We sat quietly. I didn't know what to say. Finally she broke the silence.

"I'm horny as a mountain goat, Joe Bradley," she said. "I need to get laid. Will you take care of me? I've been trying to turn him on every night for two weeks. I turn myself on. I get in the mood to fuck. But he can't fuck me with that floppy thing."

"We can't start that again," I said firmly.

"Please," she said. "Fuck me! Please!"

I shook my head no. She got up and before I knew it she had slipped her sweater over her head and her tits were out. She started to pull her shorts down.

I would not be able to deal with this I thought, so I got up quickly and headed for the door. The last thing I saw as I ran out, was that thick, curly haired beaver. I had a throbbing hard on as I jumped in my car and drove off.

I drove out to the Interstate and parked at a rest stop. I went into an empty men's room and into a toilet stall. My dick was still throbbing when I pulled it out of my pants and started stroking it.

When I ejaculated, it seemed like an endless stream of cum spurted out into the toilet, onto the floor, on my hand. I stood there looking down at a massive pool of creamy white semen floating in the toilet with thick strands of heavy cum slowly sinking below the floating mass.

I just stood there with my dick in my hand, thinking about my situation. On the metal wall to my right, written with a black, felt-tip pen, was an inscription in big block letters. "Fuck my wife while I watch."

I had heard stories from fellows at the Ranch. How you would go out to some guy's SUV in a dark part of the parking lot. The guy would sit in the front seat playing with his dick, watching his naked wife on the floor in the back, spread her legs, take a big one deep, pump her ass, and grunt toward the orgasm that only a stranger could give her. 

I thought about Lester Vernon getting fucked by his big black cellmate. I thought about prisoners with Vaseline between their legs, "slick legging" another guy's dick. I thought about the punks walking around the prison with their pants hanging low on their hips – the universal signal that their ass was available if another prisoner wanted it.   

I thought about Nancy Lee showing me her pussy and begging me to fuck her. I thought about Lester Vernon with his floppy, useless dick, trying to fuck the woman I loved. I thought about how much more complicated sex really was than the simple story my Daddy had told me in the seventh grade. This need for sex – sex of some kind – sex of different kinds – seemed to be the driving force in everybody's life. 

Finally, I put my dick away, washed my hands, and drove back home. When I got back I looked for Nancy Lee's car. It was not in my lot.

I expected Nancy Lee to be in my apartment when I got home from work the next day. I was wrong. Lester Vernon was parked in my lot. I got out of the car and went over to shake his hand.

"Good to see you in civilian clothes," I said. 

"I need your help," he said.

I walked him up to my apartment and mixed him an Early Times and ginger ale. I poured a ginger ale for myself – I had had enough booze in the past two weeks. We sat down in the living room.

"I can't get it up," Lester said.

"Well," I said, "Sometimes it takes a while to get used to things after all that time in prison."

Lester just sat there looking beat.

"How's you new job?" I asked.

"I'm grateful for it, but it doesn't pay what my old one did. Nancy Lee saved up a little while I was away but we're gonna have to find a way to get some more money pretty soon," he said glumly.

"I understand. Maybe you could find a part time job someplace," I said. "Maybe I can lend you a few bucks. Just don't get back into the drug game Lester. Don't do that or your parole will be revoked and you might get some more years tacked on."

"I won't do that," he said.

I believed him. I thought he had learned his lesson. I was wrong.

"Joe Bradley you just gotta help me," Lester pleaded. "Nancy Lee tries to get me up every night but I can't get hard. We've tried everything. I even tried some coke that I had stashed away from before and that didn't work."

Coke from before? What did that mean?

"Try not to get so upset about it Lester Vernon. Getting upset just makes it worse. You gotta relax – try a little booze but not too much. Trust me! I've heard about a lot of guys who get over this kind of thing."

"Nancy Lee is getting really horny. I can tell," Lester Vernon said. "Maybe you ought to screw her a little. We've been out to the Ranch a couple of times and she dances close to the guys."

"Lets not start that again," I said. "Just keep on trying."

"You gotta fuck her Joe Bradley. Maybe we ought to try a threesome," Lester said tentatively.

"If you mean what I think you mean Lester Vernon, then forget it," I said firmly. "If we tried that, there'd be two of us who couldn't get it up."

"You need to relax Lester. Lets go out to the Ranch tonight," I said.

It was Friday and the full crowd would be there. Lester Vernon called Nancy Lee and then he drove me over to their doublewide to pick her up. The crowd was fun and the music was good and we danced and had a lot of beer. Everyone made a point to walk over and welcome Lester back. He had a lot of friends rooting for him.

Nancy Lee put her pussy on my leg and rubbed every time we danced. She was starting to turn me on just like she always did. Lester danced with her as much as I did and when it got late the three of us danced to slow tunes together. Then we headed for home.

"Drop me off at my place," I said as we got into town. I had had more to drink than I should have and Nancy Lee's pussy rubbing on my leg had affected me. I was gonna go home and jack off.

"Come on over to the doublewide for a nightcap," Lester said. I didn't have much choice. All of us had had a lot to drink. When we got to their place Nancy Lee brought out the Early Times and we began to sip it straight. I was not prepared for what happened next.

I didn't even see her leave the room, but Nancy Lee suddenly appeared in one of Lester Vernon's shirts and it was obvious she was naked underneath. She kept rubbing up against me and Lester played along. It was almost as though they had planned it in advance – maybe they did.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



I had drunk way too much and I was woozy. The next thing I know Nancy Lee is rubbing my crotch and I get an erection. I don't remember him undressing but Lester Vernon's pants were off and Nancy Lee was massaging his flaccid penis. Then Nancy pulled my pants off and started putting Vaseline on my dick.

I was so drunk that I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I realized that Lester bent over and Nancy Lee was guiding my cock into his asshole. I had never done anything like this before and I remember the shock I felt when I realized that his asshole felt just like a pussy.

I don't know how or why or what it was but I started to fuck him. Nancy Lee was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock. 

Then she laid down on the floor and spread her legs. She pulled Lester down between her legs and he started fucking her. That's when I realized that, when I started fucking him, he got the erection that both of them had been praying for, for the past two weeks. 

Every time he thrust into her, his asshole moved away from me and when he pulled back for another thrust he drove my cock deep up against his prostate. I began to synchronize my thrusts to match his and I felt Nancy's hands reaching all the way past Lester and grabbing my hips to guide my thrusts.

"Fuck him Joe Bradley," Nancy Lee cried out. "Fuck him hard. Shove that big sausage in deep – he needs it!"

I was pounding him hard and Lester Vernon was grunting now, just like I had heard him grunt when I watched him get fucked in prison. This was a new experience for me but, surprisingly, it didn't feel different from fucking a woman. Lester's asshole felt exactly like a pussy. Maybe, because it had been used like a pussy for almost three years.

I don't remember having an orgasm but I felt Lester have his when his asshole began to contract rhythmically just like a pussy when a gal comes. I couldn't tell about Nancy Lee but she made a hell of a lot of noise after Lester pumped his load. The three of us collapsed together, sweating and gasping for air. Then we lay on the rug, breathing heavily, and finally passed out.

It was dawn Saturday when I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth and a headache. Lester Vernon and Nancy Lee were sleeping on the floor beside me. All of us were naked. Lester was snoring. I headed for their shower. After a few minutes, Nancy Lee joined me in the shower.

"Thank you for last night Joe Bradley," she whispered in my ear. "Lester Vernon needed to get fucked just like that. I know what it is to really need it. You've heard me beg for it often enough."

Then she pulled me close. "I love you Joe Bradley," she whispered. "Now I want you to pick me up and hang me on that big thing just like hot meat on a hook. I'm gonna put my arms and legs around you and I want you to brace my ass against the wall and fuck me hard. Just pound me Joe Bradley – I won't break – I promise!"

I did what she asked and fucked her hard, up against the wall with the water splashing down on us, while her husband slept on the living room floor, contented. It was the same fabulous pussy I had known for over two years. 

Then I dressed and headed for home. I had only hazy memories of what had happened that night, but there was no doubt that I had done something that I had never done in my entire life. Thinking about it that morning made me feel very uncomfortable.

I promised myself that it wouldn't happen again, but they got me drunk and it did happen again, the next Saturday night. As before, I fucked Nancy Lee in the shower the next morning, while Lester Vernon slept. 

I began to talk out loud to myself. "This simply cannot continue – I'm not like this. I don't fuck guys."

But it went on – and on – week after week. The woman I loved was married to my best friend and she was in love with me. Neither of us had the courage to tell Lester Vernon the truth. She didn't want him hurt and she was trying to do what he needed because she thought it wasn't his fault that prison had made him the way he was.

The only time her husband could get it up was when I fucked him. And I had to get drunk to fuck him. I couldn't go on like this. I simply couldn't take it. But neither Nancy Lee nor I seemed able to tell Lester Vernon the truth. Then one night it ended, suddenly.

It was just like before – the middle of the night and my phone rings. It was Nancy Lee. She was hysterical. Lester Vernon had been shot. I threw on some clothes and headed over to their doublewide. Two police cars were there, lights flashing. There was an unmarked police car as well. 

I knew all of the uniformed officers. The story was simple and all too familiar. Lester Vernon had gotten back into the drug business, in spite of his promise to me that he would not. He got himself into the middle of a gang shootout in the hood at the capital. He was killed. 

They wanted Nancy Lee to come up to the morgue to formally identify his body. I rode along with her. She was numb with the pain of his death, and she sobbed softly during the one-hour drive north. The plainclothes detectives took her into the morgue to do what she had to do.

The story made the front page of our small local paper with a picture of Lester Vernon in his football uniform. The editor, whom we all knew, wrote a somber piece about what drugs will do to even the finest of our young people. The funeral was small and quiet.

Two months went by, very slowly. Nancy Lee and I did not date. Our little southern town has rules and we didn't want to break them. Then we started going to church together and attended a couple of church socials. I still wasn't fucking her. Finally it was okay to take her dancing out at the Ranch and I could go into her doublewide for an hour or so when I took her home. That relieved the pressure a lot - for both of us.

Several months later I got her an engagement ring and she showed it around at church and at her office. A year after Lester Vernon was buried, we had a nice wedding with her dad giving her away and my dad as best man. We went on our honeymoon to that lucky little fishing village where I had drowned my memories in alcohol. We looked at emerald colored water and sunned ourselves on sugar white sand. It was a happy time.

The first day, as we sat on the beach, Nancy Lee turned to me and said, "We should have done this right after we graduated, Joe Bradley."

I nodded, said nothing, and felt bad about being a shy tenth grader. I wondered if sex was going to get simple now, like Daddy had explained it to me in the seventh grade.

We found a nice little three-bedroom place in our old neighborhood and Nancy Lee sold the doublewide for the down payment. We planned to have two kids and I made a silent resolution that if I had a son and he got interested in the girl next door I would advise him to get into her pants at the earliest opportunity.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 02



NOTE: All the characters in this story are above 18 years old.

I burst into our apartment, my hands shaking. I headed straight towards Ben's room. He screamed when I barged through his door, going for his baseball bat.

"BEN! It's me, your brother, don't hit me!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Hard to explain...but uh...mom is...our neighbor...Lisa is a fucking demon man!"

"Oh..." he lowered his bat. He seemed a little too calm for the shit that was going on. I looked around in his room, noticing his Cannibal Corpse posters, skulls and other random gothic crap. He was cultivating that whole 'dark' thing, wasn't really working for him. "That."

"What do you mean 'that'?!"

"She's not really a demon..."

"What the fuck!? You know!?"

He got angry real quick, brandishing his bat once again. "Who do you think summoned her idiot?" He jumped off his bed, eyes bulging, his knuckles white against his bat's grip. "Do you know what it's like, seeing all these hot bitches, seeing your brother happy with a girl, never giving a fuck about you?"

"Seriously...please don't tell me you did all this for some pussy...for fuck sakes I could take you to a hooker, there are other options than some crazy soul sucking bitch!"

He gritted his teeth, taking another step towards me. "Isn't it ALWAYS about pussy? I got what I wanted...and man she is great..."

I lost it. I grappled with him, ripping the bat away and took him to the ground. "You stupid, selfish fuck! Our mom is gone because of you!" I grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the ground. "Now both our parents are dead, and you, shithead, made a deal with a demon...they take your soul! I don't give a damn how desperate you are, you don't make a fuckin deal like that! What is WRONG with you!?"

He sneered as a smug little look settled on his face, one that I wanted to punch away. "Like I said, she's not a demon...she said she wouldn't take my soul...so it's all good."

"And you believed her...."

Another voice floated into the room. Chills spread as her voice wormed through my ear. Lisa was here.

"And why should he not believe me? My word is gold..." She stood in a dominant stance in the doorway, blocking my exit, her crossed arms holding back the impressive swell of her breasts. Behind her sauntered in my mother, completely naked, dripping pure sex.

Her glistening body glowed underneath Ben's black lights, her massive boobs swaying as she popped her hips to the side in a pose, as if announcing, she had arrived. I saw runnels of sweat streaming down her breasts, tracing around her sleek belly, and trailing down her shapely thighs. 

I won't lie, I wanted to fuck her. I suspect she must have been manipulating her pheromones, because all other thoughts had been washed away, replaced with only with the goal of impaling her and rutting on top of her until I shot my load deep into her silken depths.

"My sons...my precious sons. It pains me to see you fight...let my touch, a mother's touch, ease you, console you...heal you."

I backed away immediately, she wasn't talking like my mom. The more she spoke, the more I realized that the change was permanent, that the kind, caring soul that defined my mom had been forever twisted and desecrated, sucked away into a carnal shell of a being.

I felt Lisa pin me down to the ground, flitting into the shadows of the room and gripping me with immense strength. She licked my neck, mashing her breasts against my chest as she whispered in my ear. "In a way, your brother is quite right...we are not demons, belonging neither to the Most High nor the Red Dragon...we were never banished from the Kingdom of Heaven...yet we made our own home."

Mom pounced on Ben, and for the first time that night, I think he felt panic. She tore off his boxers in one motion, teasing his raging hard on with her cleft but never quite letting it enter her. She pulled his face into her creamy, swinging tits, the lucky bastard muffling into her cleavage. I saw his hands, vainly trying to push her off, but she kept her steel grip, one hand keeping him crushed to her breasts, the other stroking his cock.

"We are not fallen angels...we are daughters of Lilith. We need men, their affection, their seed...their life. We keep and cherish their lives...deep inside us, until they are utterly consumed. Like every hunger, ours is eternal."

Ben was now flat on the ground, mom working him over with her hips, her thick ass cheeks clenching and flexing as she thrust herself on his impaling cock. Her face was eager, lean and hungry, motherly love replaced with demonic cruelty. 

"That's it honey...give it to me, your mother is very hungry...she needs you...deep inside...." Ben could only grip and squeeze her bouncing tits in response, a delirious smile twisting his face as our mom fucked him into the next life.

"You see, she is starving. All new succubi are born insatiable, only with age can they control their urges. How fitting that her first is your brother...she will hold his soul, his essence inside her, until every bit of vitality is rung out, and his very being collapses like a dying star..."

I could only mumble in response, the sick sight in front of me keeping me transfixed as Lisa's smooches and writhing against my skin dulled me. "But...you said you wouldn't harm him...that you wouldn't take his soul..."

"I haven't! And as far I can tell, I won't be taking his soul..."

Mom had completely wrapped herself around my brother, cradling his head in between her hands as she devoured his lips, both moaning with desire into each others mouths. Her round, firm tits were swelling outwards as she pressed them onto his chest, her voluptuous ass rising rhythmically to her thrusts.

The black light in the room had thrown a purple cast over her supple, moist skin, her lustrous red hair glowing like a flame in the darkness as it flew about with her gyrations. I don't know how many times she had come, but I could tell Ben was close. He was grunting more, his body starting to stiffen. Mom had become more feverish in her grinding, fucking at break neck speed as her gushing sex filled the room with more squelching sounds.

I felt Lisa reaching for something in my back pocket and my heart dropped as I knew it exactly what it was, and who she would call. "Oooh, you know what this is. We're forming quite the family, I would be remiss if I did not invite your girlfriend...hmm..."

"Don't you dare..."

"Contacts...K...Karl...ahh Katie! Here we go...I just love texting!"

"You bitch!" At my shout, Ben finally came. Mom tightened her juicy thighs around him, rubbing her soft breasts across his chest, moaning into his neck as the curvaceous globes of her bottom shuddered, jiggling as her pussy clamped down around his cock.

Mom howled in ecstasy, loving the feeling of their bodies and souls merging. "Yes! My baby, give it all to me! Pour it all in...join with me!"

Ben's hips bucked wildly, thrusting without end, I saw his stomach muscles tensing continuously as he spurt his life and soul into our mother. Mom's stomach was moving too, undulating like a belly dancer as she sucked up every drop of seed from her son. She stayed lip locked to him, allowing his hands to cup and squeeze her impossibly soft tits, hanging like ripe fruit.

I saw his cheeks become more hollow, his already meager muscle withering away as his ribs became more prominent. I would've thought such a thing would be extremely painful, but the more she sucked away, the more he fucked, as if he wanted to go deeper inside her! 

Mom's body convulsed as she let out pleasure filled sobs, both she and Ben caught in infernal bliss. Every time time she stopped kissing him, it was to let out an uncontrollable moan, before whispering something into his ear, and then making love to his mouth once more. Ben's hands had settled on her plump buttocks, no longer having enough strength to even give them a good squeeze.

It was then that I heard my brother's last words. His eyes had become cloudy, as if afflicted with glaucoma, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Mom....I'm dying...you killed me..."

Not a shred of pity or remorse shone through our mother's eyes. She still had that fucked up, twisted mother look going on, regarding him with false sentimentality. She smiled, caressing his bony cheek, running a hand through his thinning hair as she pulled him up, stuffing one of her soft, glistening breasts into his mouth.

She crushed him close into the pale swell of her heavy breasted chest, smothering him as she whispered into his ear. "My baby, my son, you will not die. You will live within my soul...giving me sustenance until I have consumed you wholly...you will feel nothing but love. Now sleep...and bid this world goodnight."

He let out a muffled gasp within her cleavage, giving one last final thrust into the one who brought him into this world. Mom sighed orgasmically as he convulsed in her grip, drinking in his last offering of seed and life force. She kissed him on the forehead, letting his drooling mouth slip away from her perky nipple, as his head hit the ground with a dull thud.

He let out a sickly gurgling sound, a death croak of sorts, and then he was no more. Ben, my brother, was dead.

A ringing sound filled my ears. I realized it was my phone. The phone that Lisa had. 

"Oh well would you look at that? She's on her way, says she'll be right on over." said Lisa, looking at the text message. "You've got quite a girl, willing to come over at this hour."

"That's what I told him." said mom, sitting up and stretching over Ben's corpse. "Come, lets get to the kitchen, this is no place for a guest!"

Lisa held me close as we filed out my brother's room. Walking down the hallway, I got an impressive view of mom's perfect ass, two spheres shining delectably from her sweaty exertions. As we came into the kitchen a sound broke me out of my lustful daze and my mouth went dry.

A knock on the door.

Katie had arrived.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



We walked to the local carvery for lunch, Pauline on one arm and Joanna on the other. We all skipped dessert, Joanna saying that she had to squeeze her things back into her little car for the drive back to university and Pauline yawned and told Colin that she was still tired from her night shift. I smiled and pecked their cheeks, outside Pauline’s door and stepped into my flat.

I had barely made a pot of coffee and sat down with a steaming mug and a book when I heard a light tap on the door. Rising from my armchair, I went to answer it and found Joanna on the doorstep. I hadn’t even opened the door fully before she had slipped inside. Closing the door quietly I followed her confident steps into the living room. I had not even chance to sit down before she had flung her arms around my neck and was kissing my face.

“I decided you might like dessert.”

“Joanna if I ate another bite, I would burst.”

“Wait till you see the menu.”

Giggling softly, she pushed the straps of her dress and let the dark blue shift fall to the floor. Underneath, she was naked, apart from a pair of black hold-up stockings. She had shaved her pussy smooth and stood proudly in front of me. She was mouth-wateringly beautiful and I could feel my loins stirring. There was a knot of fire in my belly and I’m sure that I growled at the sight of her. She stepped closer and unfastened my shirt, pushing it down my arms and as she kissed me and invaded my mouth with her tongue. Her long fingers moved to my belt and I felt her tugging the buckle undone and unzipping my pants. The cloth tumbled down around my ankles and Joanna put her hands in the middle of my chest and pushed. I took half a step back, before getting my feet tangled and falling back into my armchair. Joanna dropped to her knees and began to stroke the bulge in my tight, white silk, briefs Hooking her fingers in the waist, she eased the material over my swelling cock, before leaning forward and slowly sliding the firm length of my shaft over her tongue into the back of her throat.

Slowly, Joanna used her tongue to bathe my stiffening cock in her sweet saliva. She could feel every movement of my cock against her tongue and, as she felt the first tremors of my eruption, she would release me from her mouth and hold me with the edge of her teeth until the tremor had passed. Her head, with her curtain of chestnut hair, bobbed prettily on my cock as she sucked and nibbled gently on the swelling head.

She pulled her head away, a loud ‘plop’ sounding as my swollen cock slipped from between her moist lips. She tilted her head slightly and the tip of her tongue peeked from her mouth as she took hold of my hard cock with one hand and used the fingers of her other to explore my tight, full, sac. Her hand on my cock stroked slowly up and down, spreading the slippery coating of pre-cum and saliva up and down my shaft. She could see the head becoming slick and shiny, as her fingers caressed me. Releasing my throbbing cock, she stood up and straddled my thighs; her shaven pussy poised just above the purple head of my cock. As she lowered herself down, her fingers pulled the wet fleshy lips apart and eased the head of my cock into the entrance to her sweet pussy. The rim of my cock brushed her swollen clit and she gushed creamy juices over my cock. I could feel the hot cream oozing down my length and wetting my tight ball sac. Reaching up a little I closed my fingers around her breasts, pinching the hard nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

Joanna closed her eyes and whimpered a little as she felt my cock edging into her. I caught her by her hips and slowed her down even further, teasing her as I lowered her. Gently I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked then nipped sharply at her budding breasts. I was rewarded with another flooding gush of her come splashing onto my balls. Slowly I lifted her a little and let her sink back down, relishing the caress of her pussy on my knob.

Taking a deep breath and holding it I tilted my hips slightly and pulled Joanna hared down onto my erect cock. The length of my shaft plunged into her womb and she opened her eyes wide, as if in shock, as she felt herself being impaled on my cock. Tears sprang to her eyes and she let out a shattering groan as her juices poured down my cock. I could feel the tip of my cock pressed hard against her cervix and then she began to lift herself on my cock, gyrating a little before dropping back down onto my loins. I could feel her pussy contracting as she pressed her hips down harder, enveloping my cock with her tight pussy. 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me so that I could invade her mouth with my probing tongue. She mashed her lips against mine opening her mouth to suck greedily on my tongue. Her nipples were like glowing embers against my chest, hard and hot. Every movement brushed them against my chest and I pulled her closer to feel the hard points digging into my skin. Her rocking movements and the caress of her sopping pussy had me ragingly hard and I could feel the cum bubbling inside my shaft.

“Joanna I’ gonna cum inside you.”

“God Yesss! Fill my cunt with your spunk.”

“I’m cumming”

“Fuck yesssss!”

Joanna arched back violently, almost slipping from my grasp as my cock began pumping inside her, spurting thick cum into her dripping womb. “Her legs gave way and she was impaled on my cock, her spasming pussy milking the lasts drops of cum out of my cock and balls.

The last ripples shot through her pussy and she slowly slid off my dripping, slimy cock. She grinned wickedly for a moment and then knelt between my legs and took my cock in her hands, guiding it back into her warm mouth. I looked down as she greedily sucked on my sticky cock and licked my balls clean. I couldn’t believe that my aching cock was becoming hard again and, as she nibbled along the prominent vein my cock twitched explosively. Sensing the building sensation, she slid me smoothly to the back of her throat and cradled my balls in her pretty hands. I was jerking my hips when she suddenly tilted her hand ad slid her forefinger into the tight starfish of my anus. I almost leapt off the armchair and spurted madly into her mouth flooding her throat and tongue. She swallowed and swallowed, drinking me down. At last my cock was empty and she slid it out of her. Kneeling between my spread legs, she rested her head on the inside of my thighs she looked at me dreamily.

“Did Sir enjoy his dessert?”

“Very much so, very sweet and juicy.”

Still grinning, Joanna slipped the dress back on, well more poured it on really. Decent again she walked to the door, where I stole a long lingering kiss.

“Don’t stay away too long darling.”

“Or else?”

“I shall have to come and visit you.”

“I think I’d liker that, but now I need to finish loading my car.”

We kissed again and I watched her go next door, as she opened her door. Closing mine I leaned on it for a moment, catching my breath. Dessert was certainly a welcome change.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



"So, you finally got to fuck the boy next door."

The voice from the bedroom doorway was like a bucket of cold water in the face. Dawn jumped off of me and pulled the bedcover up to her neck, trying to hide herself. I tried to cover myself with my hands but any attempt at modesty was pretty stupid considering my dick was still semi-hard and shiny with a mixture of our juices.

"Get out!" screamed Dawn. "Get out or I'll tell mum."

I looked at the doorway and saw Dawn's twin sister Elizabeth, leaning against the door.

"Oh really?" she sneered, "I'd love to be there when that happens. 'Mum, tell Liz, she keeps coming in my room when the naughty boy from next door is fucking my brains out'". This last part was said in a clear imitation of Dawn's best goody-two-shoes voice. In spite of myself I let out a little bark of laughter. I think it was the sheer terror of being caught but whatever it was it seemed to encourage Liz.

" 'Oh really dear, well run along and don't bother your sister while she's got her pussy stuffed full of cock'". She really was a first class mimic, I recognised straight away the nasal twang of their mother and the fact that what she was saying was filth gave the whole thing a real comic edge.

Dawn's head snapped around and she gave me a look of real fury. "Don't laugh at her!" she screamed, "she thinks she's so funny, always putting on her little voices. Well for your information you're just a dirty little tramp with a filthy mouth". This last bit was directed back at Liz, who snorted with genuine laughter.

"Yeah right. You're the one covered in spunk and I'm the tramp. You really are too much".

She started to walk into the room and I noticed that even though there was no difference between their ages Lizzy seemed the older of the two, even though in fact Dawn had been born first. She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a purple crop top that was obviously the only thing covering her tits. Although she wasn't blessed with the same sort of stack as her sister, they were shaping up nicely and the nipples looked like pencil erasers poking through the flimsy material. I had heard my mum and dad whispering about what a shame it was that two daughters could be so different and I could see straight away that although they looked the same; short blonde hair, pale blue eyes, this was a different package altogether.

Dawn pulled the cover higher up on her body as Liz sat on the edge of the bed. She was playing it cool but I could see her stealing glances at my softening dick, her eyes widening a little.

"What are you going to do", said Dawn, in a small voice.

"Well now" smirked Liz, inspecting her nails. "That all depends on what's in it for me."

I was keeping very quiet, looking from one sister to the other. This was sibling politics, a game that every kid has to learn. I knew that Lizzy had us in a tight position and I prayed that Dawn could somehow get her to keep our secret.

I'll give you anything you want", said Dawn. "Money, clothes, whatever, just don't tell".

"You haven't got any money and I don't like your prissy clothes. Oh no, what I want big sister is some of what your getting, after all we're always being told to share". As she said this she ran her finger along my thigh causing me to jump as if I'd been hit with 10,000 volts.

"Get out!" Dawn shouted again, but this time her tone was more despair than anger.

"Fine!" said Liz " I'll just pop down stairs and call mum at work. Tell her what a terrible little slut you are". She started to move off the bed but Dawn's voice stopped her.

"Wait!" Dawn looked at me in desperation, "if she tells I'll be dead meat", she wailed, "What are we going to do?" 

I wasn't sure what to say, Dawn was right, we would both catch hell if this came out, but being at the mercy of her spiteful sister did not appeal to me either.

"Look, I don't want to tell" Liz's voice had taken on a completely different tone, calm and friendly. "I heard a noise and came upstairs, when I saw you I was shocked but I thought 'nice one sis, you finally bagged Mr 10'". She giggled, "that's our nickname for you, Mr ten out of ten".

I saw Dawn smile and blush and thought this was too weird; here I was, stark bollock, naked, sitting on a bed with 2 sisters one of whom had just ridden my cock like a pro and the other who wanted god knows what.

"Dawn, I wont tell, honestly. Just let me watch", Liz's voice now held the hushed tones of a co-conspirator, willing Dawn to let her into our little world. 

"Why should you care? You've done it a million times yourself" Dawn was feeling a bit bolder, this was more like it, she should be asking the questions not her 'little' sister.

"Well maybe not a million, but yeah, Ok I've done it, but it was never as exciting as watching you do it. I almost creamed my knickers when he spunked on those massive tits of yours." Dawn and I both gasped, how long had she been watching us? Lizzy laughed at the look of surprise on our faces.

"I came back from the shops 30 minutes ago and heard you talking upstairs" she grinned "I couldn't believe it when I heard him tell you to lick his dick and you did it! It was so hot. Do all the girls do what you want?" This last comment was directed at me, the look in her eye making my cock twitch.

"I don't know I haven't tried it on that many yet." I was trying not to stare at her tits while at the same time keep cool about the fact that my dick was starting to swell. I looked at Dawn and shrugged, " Look I don't want to get you or me in the shit, and besides I'm still horny, so if she wants to watch, let her." I reached over and stroked her arm and tried to give her my best 'I want to fuck you silly' look. She looked unsure about the whole thing but Liz's voice cut in, making us all laugh.

"I'm surprised you've got any balls left after the ride she gave you." 

Dawn's face lit up with pride. "Really!" she grinned, " Did I do it right." Lizzy laughed and threw my shorts across the bed at her. "Are you kidding? That was one fine looking fuck". This time her voice was that of a teacher from our junior school, a prissy faced old witch called Mrs Shaw. The thought of her seeing us like this made me snigger like a 10-year-old.

Dawn's face turned serious again. "There have to be rules", she said, "you've got to take off your clothes as well, I feel stupid being naked when you aren't."

Liz immediately stood up and pulled her top over her head. I gave a little whistle as her tits popped out; I had been right, not as big as her sister's but a fine pair, with nipples that were a shade lighter than Dawn's but just as long. As she kicked off her jeans I stared openly, although her bush was as light as Dawn's, Liz had shaved all but a little triangle at the top, leaving her gorgeous little pussy open to the world.

"Ok" said Elizabeth "what else?"

I was amazed at her lack of self-consciousness, the way she looked so at ease with her body. This was one girl who knew what she wanted. My dick was swelling nicely as I stared at the nubile young thing standing in front of me, running her fingers lightly across her flat stomach.

"No touching. You can look as much as you like but that's all." 

"What about touching myself?" asked Liz and I was stunned at the casual way they were bargaining. 

"No problem" said Dawn, "you can do what you like. Just don't make too much noise, like you do in the bathroom, it will put me off."

I looked from one sister to the other in admiration, they sure knew how to give a boy a rise; the vision of Liz wanking while I fucked her sister was all that my hardening dick needed to come to attention.

Dawn reached over and started stroking me and I pulled the cover from her hand, throwing it on the bedroom floor. At first she seemed shy about Liz seeing her naked but when I started to rub my thumbs across her nipples she seemed to forget all about her. 

"Can I suck it again?" Dawn asked and I nodded, lying back on the bed with my arm across my eyes, loving every minute.

I felt the tip of her tongue, tickling the sensitive skin at the back of my glans and she laughed as I jumped. The licking came faster and the area she was covering took in the whole of my helmet making it swell even further.

"Lick his balls. They love having their balls licked."

The voice was Lizzy's, thick with lust, and I looked across to see her sitting on a chair by the far wall. Her legs were stretched out in front of her and she was rubbing her mound with one hand while the other played with her tits, squeezing and pushing them up. Her eyes looked glazed and I could see she was staring intently at her sister as she lowered her mouth to my scrotum. I felt Dawn's soft tongue as it whipped around my balls and I groaned, "oh yeah, that's it, suck my balls". As I said this I could see Dawn turn to look at her sister, watching her, never stopping for one second as she coated my balls with her spit.

"Now suck them into your mouth."

This was becoming a game of sex by proxy. Liz, the more experienced lover, schooling her sister in the art of sex, Dawn the willing apprentice. Without hesitating Dawn took first one, then the other ball into her mouth sucking gently, the sensation unbelievably intense.

"Tell her to hum", I said huskily, directing my instruction at Liz.

The response was immediate, "Hum, sis, hum while you suck them." Dawn was a willing pupil and the vibration of her humming made me grab at the sheets the added sensation very close to that pain/pleasure line.

After a while Dawn stopped and moved back to the top of my dick running her tongue around the rim as she had earlier, coaxing teardrops of pre-cum from my cock and drinking them down lovingly. I noticed that her eyes kept flicking across to her sister who had spread her legs wide apart and was pushing her middle finger slowly in and out of her dripping pussy.

"What else should I do" Dawn asked dreamily, stroking my cock in unison with her sister's middle finger. There was a real connection between the 2 girls now and I could feel that having Lizzy watch her was turning Dawn on even more.

"Did you like the feel of his cock inside you?" Liz asked increasing the speed of her finger. "Did you like it when he came, could you feel the spunk shooting into you?"

Dawn nodded mutely, increasing the rate of her stroking to match her sister's finger. Liz was using her other hand to pull on her hard nipples her breath ragged as she watched Dawn's every move.

"What do you want to do to her", Liz asked me, never breaking eye contact with Dawn for a second. "I want to fuck her " I heard myself saying, my voice strange, as though it belonged to someone else. "I want to fuck her brains out."

"Good. Dawn, get on all fours", commanded Liz. "Here, in front of me."

I sat up on the bed and looked on as Dawn crawled across the room to kneel in front of her sister's chair, her massive tits swinging under her, the nipples almost scraping the carpet. Her head was only about 18 inches from Lizzy's cunt and I saw her nostrils flare as she caught the smell of her sibling's own lust.

"Ok" said Liz " get behind her and shove that cock in her pussy."

I knelt down behind Dawn and spread her ass cheeks, licking my lips as I gazed at her gash. She was open and her outer lips were red from our earlier exploits, her love juices seeping out and running down her thighs. I pushed 2 fingers inside her and they slipped in easily, coating my fingers with her sticky fluid, I pulled them back out and spread the moistness along the shaft of my prick. Dipping in again I smeared some of the juice around her tightly puckered little anus making her groan. 

"Are you ready to get fucked?" Liz asked her sister working her finger around the nub of her clit. "I want to hear you beg, like you did before".

"Please fuck me" panted Dawn, " fuck me while I watch my sister play with herself."

I shuffled closer and rested my cock at her opening. This time I couldn't stop myself and I buried my cock up to the hilt on the first stroke. Dawn let out a little scream and her head hung down as she tried to get her breath.

"Look at me!"

The tone of voice gave no room for discussion and Dawn's head snapped back up to meet Liz's eyes, boring into hers. "Look at me while he fucks you. Watch me frig myself."

I began to pump away at Dawns tight little pussy, grabbing handfuls of ass and squeezing them hard. Dawn was moaning with pleasure and her head dipped again as she lost herself to the friction that was building to another orgasm.

"Make her look at me" Liz demanded, " I want her to see my open pussy".

I felt the power of Lizzy's voice, compelling me to do as she wanted, grabbing the back of Dawn's hair I pulled her head up sharply, making her whimper, "watch her cunt while she wanks" I said in a low voice " look at her big juicy clit."

Dawn whimpered again and at first I couldn't quite hear what she was saying but then she repeated it " I want to touch her" she whispered, "make me do it. Tell me to touch her"

Liz looked deep into my eyes and I could see a look of triumph flash behind them. This is what she really wanted, this is what she needed, her sister on her knees before her begging to touch her. "Tell her", she told me, "tell her you want to fuck her while she touches me".

I pulled Dawn up towards me, my cock still buried in her cunt, my hands reaching round to squeeze her huge, hot tits. "You know what you really want don't you? ", I growled in her ear and she shook her head from side to side, the sweat spraying from her fringe in a curtain of tiny drops, her eyes wide with fear but filled with longing. "Oh yes you do" I said and I pushed her away, the extra force throwing her closer to the chair. As she put her hands out to stop her fall they fell onto Liz's thighs making them both gasp at the feel of the others hot skin.

I pushed back into Dawn but slowed my strokes to a gentle rhythm caressing her back and whispering little words of encouragement.

Liz had taken her hands from their fevered work and was stroking Dawn's hair with loving tenderness, looking into her eyes and smiling, telling her everything was ok.

I watched as Dawn turned her head and ran her lips across Lizzy's palm, kissing her fingers one by one, until finally she took the middle one into her mouth right up to the knuckle. Liz moaned as her sister licked her cunt juices from her finger sucking the digit slowly in and out.

Dawn looked up and pleaded with her eyes. "It's ok," crooned Liz " I know what you want. I know you watch me when I play with myself in the bath. I like you watching me it makes me hot. When I come I think of you licking my hot pussy. Make me come now sis, make me come with your tongue while I watch you get fucked."

I increased the strokes of my cock in and out of Dawns sopping cunt as she bent her head to her sisters open pussy. Liz threw her head back and cried out with joy at the first touch of her sister's tongue on her clit. "Ohhhhh yes. Oh god, its so good. Make me come. Please, let me come in your mouth." Liz gripped her ankles, pulling her legs wide apart, opening herself completely to the ravages of her sister's busy tongue, her hips pumping, pushing her self up towards that hungry mouth.

The scene in front of me was so hot that I knew it wouldn't be long before I came myself. Watching as Lizzy raced towards orgasm, the sound of Dawn's slurping mixing with the squelch of our juices as I pounded into her, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to come over both sisters.

Liz's mouth was pulled open in a silent scream of pure joy as her orgasm hit with the force of a truck and pulling her sister's head into her crotch, Dawn's mouth open wide ready to receive her reward, her cunt began to spasm, spraying jet after jet of her juices onto her sister's face.

I quickly pulled my cock out and stood next to the chair. Dawn moaned her disappointment, but her face changed as she realised what I was going to do. She grabbed her tits and pushed them up towards me, her mouth open ready to receive my offering. Liz had started to come down from her own mind numbing experience and her eyes opened just in time to see the first stream of hot spunk fly onto Dawns face. 

"That's it! Come on her face" she panted, "come in her mouth like I did".

I was already pumping my cock for a second shot and this one did go straight in Dawn's mouth, making her squeal. Now though I turned and my next jet flew out and onto Liz's cheek, running down to drop on her tits. She tried to turn her face away but Dawn grabbed her chin roughly and pushed her back saying, " Oh no you don't. You've got to eat that spunk. Eat it all up".

Liz opened her mouth but my final shot landed on her chin. Before it could fall off I smeared it across her lips with my helmet. She sucked me into her mouth coaxing the last few drops from my shrivelling cock, then pulled her head back making it slip out with a little pop.

"Hmm you were right sis," she said, nodding her head "very creamy but quite salty."

They both laughed and Liz used her fingers to scoop some more spunk from Dawn's face, offering them to her sister who eagerly licked them clean. Lizzy leant forward and kissed her sister, her tongue swirling around the inside of her mouth, making Dawn groan lustily at the combined taste of our juices.

When their lips parted Liz stroked the side of Dawn's face and said, "that was the best pussy licking I've ever had. I didn't know my big sis was so talented". Dawn smiled, "I'm a quick learner. Especially when I have such good teachers." She looked up at me and pouted, "it's not fair though, everybody got to come except me". I laughed; we had created a sex monster, a junkie who wanted her next orgasm fix.

"Don't look at me", I said, my hands held up defensively " this boy needs a rest and anyway my balls must be running on empty".

Dawn continued to pout with frustration until Liz piped up "hey sis, one good turn deserves another, right? Or should I say one good lick." Her face was a picture of mischief as she stood up, helping Dawn from the floor. She looked deep into her eyes and then gently led her sister by the hand across the room to the rumpled bed. They stood face to face; their nipples brushing against each other, Lizzy's hands running up along Dawn's arms and down her front, caressing her and whispering quietly to her. 

Dawn's eyes were closed, and her mouth opened with a sharp intake of breath as she felt Liz's hands on her tits. She nodded slowly to whatever questions Liz was breathing softly into her ear and reached out to touch her sister's breasts. I sat down in the chair, trying not to break the spell that Liz was weaving, watching closely as the 2 girls ran their hands gently across the others body. Dawn was getting hotter, her breath becoming ragged as Liz cupped her huge tits in her cool hands, brushing her thumbs across the sensitive tips, making her sister cry out in delight.

I could see Dawn reach down to touch herself but Liz pulled her hand away gently, "no baby", she said, talking as though to a child " let me do it. I want to give you pleasure".

She put her hands on Dawn's shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed, sliding her body up the full length of her sister, her nipples scraping across the skin, the contact making them both sigh.

As they lay together touching, kissing softly, their hands discovering one another, I began to feel the familiar feelings of arousal swelling my dick. I thought I wouldn't be able to raise a stiff for a month but the scene unfolding before me was so hot that my body had no choice but respond.

Liz was slowly exploring her sister's body, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed close up at Dawn's massive tits. "They're so big" she said, her voice full of admiration. "So big and firm, so suckable. Can I suck them?" she whispered. Dawn nodded, pushing her breasts up to her sister's eager lips. Lizzy bent her head and her tongue flicked out, swirling around the nipple and then sucking it into her mouth, making Dawn gasp with delight. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



Lisa had handed me off to my mother, who had me pinned down, sitting on my knees. I could feel her pussy juices begin to dribble onto me, her pleasant aroma filling the air as her smooth, flared hips swayed and nudged against my head. 

A little spark of inspiration went through my brain. It was only a hunch, but mom turned into one of these things only after she had agreed to do so. "It's not gonna work."

Lisa stopped suddenly, even as Katie kept knocking at the door. "Oh? How so?"

"She has to agree first..." I hoped somehow I would be throwing her off-guard, that maybe I had stumbled upon some supernatural law. If not, I prayed Katie would lose interest, do anything but stay where she is.

Lisa leaned down to me, bending over so I could see her massive breasts, as rivulets of moisture streamed off the upper swell of her globes like an ice sculpture. "Oh, well isn't that sweet. But no, I'm afraid what you're referring to is a contract, which is more in the big red guy's wheelhouse." 

Well shit, there goes that idea. She licked my neck, before she moved up to my ear, her hot breath sending tingles down my skin. "Me? I like playing things by ear, or rather tail. Although I must admit it's fun to make them think they have a choice!"

And then I did the thing I should have done from the very beginning. I tried to warn off Katie, but just as the first hints of a scream were about to leave my throat I felt mom's hand rush to my mouth, muffling me completely.

Lisa walked slow, deliberately slow, to our door, pausing before it and smiling at me. Her tits hung in a perfect heart shape, full and soft, they wobbled with irresistible tenderness. Already I missed them pressed against me. It was then she closed her eyes and moaned, doing something new. Something I hadn't seen before. She sprouted wings.

They unfurled from her shoulder blades, elegant yet bat-like, the skin of her wings leathery and blue-black, like her tail. Her massive wing span filled the kitchen, and when combined with her dominant walk, she reminded me of some demonic bird of prey. She swung the door open, almost ripping it off its hinges, as the image of a pale, winged and arrow tailed beauty filled Katie's vision.

She was too shocked to scream, her mouth agape as Lisa dragged her in. Katie hit her with her handbag, trying to push her off but to no avail. Adrenaline flowed through me, as I broke away from my mom's hold, head butting her and throwing her off her grip.

I knew I was screwed, that within seconds I would be drooling on the linoleum floor. So I did the only thing I could. I consoled my girlfriend. "Katie I'm so sorry! Things got real fucked up, I love-" and then like clockwork, my mother had me down on the ground.

Katie looked down on me with a mix of confusion and terror. She had no clue what was going, even as Lisa pulled her back, ripping off her pants and frilly shirt. She was stripped down down to her bra and panties, with Lisa's lascivious tail questing and teasing all around her shapely legs, leaving behind an oily substance in its wake, giving her skin a supple, moist shine.

Lisa had her by the neck, the back of her head pulled into the silken valley of her breasts, her face practically smothered between the gentle weight of her round mounds. Lisa licked her face as love juices flowed down her sculpted thighs, teasing my girlfriend with unhurried relish as she prepared to ravish her.

Katie tried to escape in one final effort, but the succubus would not be denied. I remember with crystal clarity the look she gave me. Filled with hopelessness and resignation, her eyes tearful, she said "I love you!". It was the last time I saw her as a human, as Lisa's claws pulled her back by the throat, while her tale impaled her pussy, going straight through her panties, as Lisa's wings enclosed them both.

I could only see her dangling feet from underneath the black wings, struggling against her violator. Her screams soon became muffled, and I had to assume Lisa had stifled her protests within the curvaceous bounty of her lavish breasts. Then the thrusting began.

My mother held me in a suffocating grip, stroking my cock as she whispered into my ear, narrating my girlfriend's fall into darkness. "Oh look at that honey...she's so innocent, so ripe for the joining, ready to become a goddess...."

"Fuck you."

"That's no way to talk to your mother!" she squeezed my balls, mashing the buttery soft flesh of her heavy tits into my back as she kissed my neck. Her very scent made me dizzy, smelling like some sharp fragrance that made me incredibly aroused. "There...that's better. My son will get what he wants...what he needs...soon enough. But first- oooh look honey, she's into it now!"

I looked down but she forced me to look forward, and she was right. I couldn't see Katie's feet, she must have wrapped herself around her violator. Lisa moaned gutturally, I could imagine her muscular legs flexing under Katie's weight as her tail plunged in, dripping Katie's love juices all over the floor. Katie, for her part, was moaning incoherently into Lisa's bosom, delirious from the lack of air and molten pleasure.

"See? See how fast she crumbled...how she could not resist...she wants to be reborn...to give herself up to a life of endless lust and immortality...soon she will be broken and join our...sisterhood, our family."

"No one 'wants' this you crazy bitch."

"Oh? Do you not want to do your part?"

"I saw how well it worked out for my brother..."

She let me recline further back, letting my head rest into the slick perfection of her feminine globes, their softness nearly enveloping all conscious thought as she brought her lips to my ear. "Oh baby, he was a necessary sacrifice...but you? Did you really think we would devour your soul? No, there are other ways to be useful to a daughter of Lilith...."

"Fuck."

She continued breathing along my neck, fondling my cock and hugging her sensuous body against mine, making slight humping motions, all the while the room was growing hot again, like when she had been changed just an hour before. Lisa was close to letting loose.

Mom hugged me closer to her body, gripping me tighter than ever. Within her grasp, I felt her search and prod through my mind, pushing the side of my face into her jutting breasts as she rooted out my secrets. I zoned out as I felt the smooth, tender caress of her ample melons press against my face, and couldn't resist her probing, made all the easier as she leaned in and kissed me, her lips sweet and dewy. And then she found something, her body trembling as she moaned into my mouth, pleased with her discovery.

"Ahh the journey to the truth is so sweet...you hid her from me...my grandchild...she will be taken as well...wreathed in shadow she too will become a daughter of Lilith...corrupted in her very womb!"

I wanted to scream defiance and pummel her, but warmth and pleasure throbbed throughout my body, overcome by her sexual aura I could only slump further into her clutches. I fell away from her lips, my face slumping into the pillows of her breasts. Her flesh felt so soft, so warm, I wanted to ravish her right there, and drown in the vastness of her moist cleavage, but she turned my face back to the action, insistent on making me witness Katie's 'awakening'.

"This is it my son...watch as the ones you love are taken away from you...changed for glorious purpose!"

She put her fingers to my temples, and through some trickery, let me see through Lisa's wings. I could see Katie holding on, her face stuffed into Lisa's meaty tits as the tail grew more violent and urgent in its thrusting, both of their bodies quivering and aching for release.

Lisa showed incredible strength, supporting her body with one arm as she kept another hand around her head, smothering her face into her succulent rack, forcing her to suck upon her dark nipples. I could only assume her breasts were leaking some kind of aphrodisiac, as a clear fluid dribbled down the sides of Katie's neck, and the more she drank, the further she pressed into her violator's massive tits, her supple mounds swelling outwards as Katie drank deeply of her ambrosia.

Lisa's eyes fluttered as she leaned her head back, moaning in bliss as her claws gripped Katie ever tighter, her own moans having grown more sedate as Lisa dulled her mind, letting her sink into overwhelming pleasure.

But I could see her peace would not last, for a new lust filled Lisa's eyes, one that demanded carnal satisfaction and the ruination of innocence. From the trembling of her shapely legs and the swelling of her strong thighs, to the husky moans escaping her throat, Lisa had come to the peak of her unholy desires.

And then in one powerful plunge, it happened. Lisa brought her wings in even closer, crushing Katie to her body as she clawed her poison down her back, while sinking her fangs into her neck, pouring her essence straight into her bloodstream. 

Katie jerked in surprise, managing to shake out of her grip and pull her face away from the quivering slopes of her cleavage as she cried out in what I can only describe as pure pleasure and terror.

"NO! OHHH FUCK! No...so...deep...mmmh...no...too late..."

"She's got that right...her fate is sealed...look honey, look how that big tail is just pumping her salvation, deep into her womb..." whispered my mother, holding my face as she made sure I watched every last drop of Lisa's dark venom gush and seethe into Katie's clenching pussy.

Her legs were locked around Lisa's thrusting waist, letting the rest of her body lean back as Lisa buried her face in her tits, lashing her tongue and relishing the soft delight of her jiggling breasts. Poor Katie, her eyes had rolled back into her head as her mouth hung open, ravaged by pleasure, she was utterly helpless to resist Lisa's touch, the succubus' hands clawing in to her firm bottom as she plunged even deeper in to her wet, contracting depths.

She thrashed in her grip, moaning uncontrollably as multiple orgasms savaged her body. I could see her ass cheeks flexing, straining for more of the tail, her body instinctively wanting to be conquered by the strong demon seed. Her body couldn't wait to lose this fight, even if her mind didn't. But then that changed too, as I heard my girlfriend finally cave in to her overwhelming desires.

"Oh fuck yes! Fill me up! I need it...I need it all! TAKE ME!"

I choked up a little. My girl was gone. Maybe her personality was still intact, but it wouldn't be for long. As it was for my mother, so it was for my girlfriend. Her mind had fully embraced the inevitability of her glorious defeat, surrendering herself to be overpowered as Lisa planted her darkness deep within her soul.

Katie shuddered, giving one final whimper of pleasure before passing out into Lisa's lush breasts, her cute face slumping between the soft chasm of her plump globes. Her body stopped tensing, her limbs going slack as her feet dangled above the floor once more.

"I think that's enough of a peek. Can't ruin the present after all..." said mom, pulling her fingers away from my head. My vision restored itself, and I could only see Katie's dainty feet underneath the wings. Black oil and her combined sweat puddled onto the ground, streaming down her legs and off her toes. There was no hope for her, not even my mom got that much.

And then just like my mom, it happened. She shot back to life, and I could hear her moaning into Lisa's cleavage, and see her feet twitch and spasm. Above the sounds of her bones restitching and reforming, I could hear her orgasms, growing louder with each change.

Within the twitching veil of Lisa's wings there were all kinds of movements and bulges along the skin, squelching sounds filling the air as Katie was reborn as a succubus. My mother had grown extremely wet, grinding against me, her eyes wide and deranged, eager as me to see the new Katie.

Lisa's wings stopped churning and then moved to the ground, obscuring my view of Katie's feet. The thing looked like a demonic tent in the middle of my kitchen. And then the wings parted from the sides, blooming apart like rose petals, with Katie in the middle, standing like a newly born Aphrodite, drenched and gleaming with sweat, her modest breasts engorged into ripe melons, her eyes as black as midnight, a wicked smile stretching her face. 

Her full, round tits bounced as she rejoiced in her new form, twirling around with such athletic grace it was as if her body suddenly remembered it had once been a ballet dancer. The smooth, milky skin of her upturned breasts was flushed light red, as were the filled out cheeks of her ass, still swelling with the blood flow from the dark energies that coursed through her body.

"Hey baby....miss me? We're going to have so much fun!" She thrust her generous chest at me, grasping my head as she devoured my mouth. She forced my hands onto her colossal tits, mashing them to her chest. My fingers sank into their welcoming softness. They...they felt too firm and too beautiful to be real...and yet they were. I then felt her move my palms down, having them slide down her moistened skin and onto her belly.

"Our baby...will be just like us." She gave me the twisted, mirror image of the look she gave me when she told me she was pregnant, her pitch eyes dripping black tears of mock sentiment, as her belly grumbled and churned, the innocent life within consumed and reformed for dark purpose.

The thought of a demon child made my skin crawl, so I unconsciously slid my hands back up to her inviting breasts, her impossibly soft skin and pliable flesh welcoming my touch. She moaned sensually as I kneaded the fullness of her voluptuous peaks, moving in to hug me as she grasped for my cock.

I was numb, and could only stare ahead as she hugged herself around me, nuzzling into my neck as she whispered her newly awakened desires. I felt mom's slick, warm breasts press into my back as she hugged me from behind, my body caught in a sandwich of writhing and twisting titflesh. I should have been aroused, but inside I could only mourn for the loss of my loved ones. Despite them being right in front of me, I knew that the ones I loved, the ones I cared for, were truly gone.

Lisa looked on at her foul work with pride, slinking out of the shadows to get a closer view of our sick family reunion. "Why don't I show you where our big happy family is going to be? These mortal trappings are hardly befitting for the goddesses we are!"

Lisa tackled all three of us, but we did not hit the ground. We just kept on falling and falling, the air growing hotter and hotter, filled with more strange smells the deeper we fell, until finally I blacked out. 

***

I awoke on top of red satin sheets, in a fire lit room, built entirely out of gray stones. All around me sat three gorgeous women, my mom, my girlfriend and Lisa. I was naked and they were all wearing something different...Lisa looked like some BDSM stripper, her luscious, pale endowments covered halfway by black latex, cupping her rack in such a way to tease and show there were treasures worth hiding. Mom wore a skin-tight gown, indigo threads tracing and teasing around her creamy skin, stretched to the limit around her bursting cleavage, while Katie wore some sort of see through negligee, I couldn't see much because mom was sitting in front of her, the two sharing hushed utterances from ear to ear.

Anyway, given the downward motion of my fall, the heat, the stone and the fact these chicks were succubi, there was little doubt in my mind as to where we were. "I'm in Hell, aren't I?"

Lisa ruffled my hair, crossing one of her thighs over me. "Where we are...it is not quite as high as Heaven, not as low as Hell, nor as dark as Tartarus...it is somewhere in between. This is our new home...this is where I will rebuild, and breed my succubi coven into dominance."

I looked over to Katie. Mom had finished her conversation with her and moved back, revealing her fully. When I looked upon the woman who used to be my girlfriend, I screamed. 

Her belly had gone from nearly invisible to bulging, as if she were nine months pregnant, about to burst. Black veins reached across skin, rippling with foul essence. Mom looked down to me, her eyes pitch black, keeping her hand on my girlfriend. "Don't be so alarmed honey...this will be me soon enough, and Lisa too. Succubus pregnancies are short lived, their childhoods quick and fleeting, no sooner than she is out your daughter will be fully grown, hungry for souls to devour."

Lisa whispered into my ear, resting her overflowing melons on my chest. "It will be glorious...while it lasts. Whether I use you for a meal, or to father the coven's young, your vitality will break away with each...sowing of the soul, until there is no more life to give, and you will know you have served your purpose."

With a snap of her fingers I felt scalding hot irons clasp around my wrists. The burns were excruciating as I felt my arms drawn up by flaming chains in the wall, my body spread eagle and completely defenseless as these she-devils eyed me like a hunk of meat.

Lisa straddled me, grinding herself against my rigid cock, breathing down my neck as she pressed her plush globes against me. "Now Thomas...you will give your life to me, that I may create more...give me your seed...your soul!" 

I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right there, grabbing and groping her luscious body, but my hands were tied, and as was becoming the norm with these ladies, I could do nothing but watch. A deep sigh left her mouth as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. I tried to hold back from enjoying it, knowing how costly this encounter would be. But I could not deny the pleasure, and as she sank down on my cock, I let loose a gasp as her pussy lips melded around my shaft.

It felt as if we had literally become one, as if the wet, pulsating cavern of her sex had melted around my shaft, and tapped into our shared nerve endings. With every thrust, throb and contraction, I buckled and strained not to come right there. Her moans were soft and shallow, her breath quick as we reveled in the twin pleasures of penetration.

"My apologies handsome, but I have not feasted on a man in some time...I need it right now...this will..." she unclasped her bra , thrusting and shaking her breasts in my face, each orb lightly smacking my cheeks as a runny, clear fluid began to seep from her hardening nipples, "...make it go faster..."

I screamed in pain as I felt her claws dig into my back, pulling me forward into the glistening expanse that was her jiggling bosom. I felt her hips slam into mine as her moans became deeper and more desperate. And then my face was finally mashed into one of her soft mounds, and my lips instinctively latched on to her nipple, drinking of the intoxicating fluid that enlivened my veins with unnatural desire.

Immediately I felt myself go past the breaking point, insane pleasure and heat raced up my shaft, and I strained to hold back, but to no avail. I jerked and twitched inside her, powerful pulses of my seed and life spewed deep in to her sucking womb, greedy for all I could offer.

The feeling of my essence did not placate her, just the opposite, her undulating pussy squelched louder and drew down more, and her riding took on a manic pace, her grip like a vice around my head as she kept me smothered to her heavy tits. 

I drank and drank, coming continuously, never feeling the cooldown of arousal that follows after orgasm, instead feeling a creeping coolness tingle through my body as her infernal sex took its toll of life. And as she screamed into the air, rutting like a bitch in heat, feeling her raging heartbeat through her bouncing breasts, it hit me. 

The end of my life had begun.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



I woke up the next morning to a phone call. It was a guy I knew from the basketball team, his name was Dan. An eighteen year old senior at my school just like me. He explained to me that he had taken a bottle of rum from his parents cellar, and asked me if I wanted to drink it with him.

"Of course I do." I said into the phone, "you know Meg and Jen from school?"

"On the cheer leading team, right?" He asked.

"Yea, those ones. Meg lives real close by, Jen might still be with her, I'll see if they want to join us." I suggested.

"More the merrier I guess, they are fucking hot too." He responded. "Whatever though, the bottle and I will be by your place shortly." He said as he hung up.

Dan arrived and I regaled him with stories about my time with Meghan and Jen. I bragged over and over again about how great my performance was. 

"Well you know how hot they are, add to that they are pretty much up for anything." I said.

"Anything?" He asked.

"And everything." I went on.

"Shit that sounds awesome bro! I got to get me some of that!" He said. "You definitely should call them."

I called Meghan to tell her about the rum Dan had smuggled from his father's stash, and asked her if she and Jen wanted to drink it with us. She explained that unfortunately Jen had left and that she would have to take a rain check. 

"I'll hold you to it!" I said into the phone before I hung up.

"So what's the good word boss?" Dan asked.

"Meg's by herself now, were going to have to find another drinking partner." I explained.

"That blows, I was really looking forward to meeting those girls." Dan looked disappointed. "Who else would be around today? Thinking about hanging with those girls really got me worked up."

"Sam and Mallory maybe?" I offered.

"Nah, Mal said she'd be out of town visiting her aunt this weekend."

"How about Shona and Paula?"

"Same deal, everyone I can think of is away somewhere." Dan said in frustration.

Dan broke his look of frustration as he had an idea.

"You know, I'd be cool with sloppy seconds, and if Meg is really as much of a cock whore as you said, maybe you need a little help?"

"I don't know bro."

"You just said she was up for anything."

"I hadn't thought of that one though, I guess we could invite her over and give it a try. She's the kind of girl who'd just say no to something she didn't like, at least she won't make a scene."

"Well what are you waiting for then? Call her back, see if she'll come over for a drink."

I called Meg back to invite her over.

"Just one couldn't hurt." She said, "I'll be over in two shakes."

Meg soon came over and we gathered around my kitchen table. We urged Meg tp let one drink become two, three...I lost count but whatever number we had we were all pretty drunk.

After we had probably had too much, Dan gave me the nod,

"We're running pretty low on mix, I can jet out to the store to restock."

My local corner store was only around the corner, it was not hard to imagine him being able to stumble there and back.

"I didn't want to talk about it around Dan, but I felt a little left out when you and Jen just disappeared on me the other day."

"Sorry about that, you just looked so peaceful sleeping there, we didn't want to wake you just to say goodbye. And besides, you needed the rest!"

"Well I'm all rested now, what do you say we get reacquainted?"

"Well of course I'd like that, but what about Dan?"

"What about him?"

"He's going to come back, I've heard of quickies, but no way we could be that quick."

"Oh come on! He'll be a solid fifteen minutes, and we will hear him coming back."

"Still."

"Dan and I have seen each other many times in the locker room, and he said he thought you were hot. Worst case we get caught, and he wouldn't care."

"He said he thought I was hot?"

"He does." I started removing my belt, "but enough chit chat, if we're going to do this, we better start soon."

"You know." She started calmly removing her clothes, "I always kind of thought he was cute too."

My boxers soon met my shorts at my ankles.

"But you-" Meg started, "-have one hot cock!"

Meg only bothered to remove her bottoms before she began using her mouth to get me hard. I sat back in my chair enjoying her lips.

"You said we had to be quick?" She reminded me as she stood up, her mouth having done its job.

Meg stepped forward placing her legs on either side of me as she dropped down and began to ride.

As we had worked out earlier, I did not make a move when I heard Dan's return. Meg, totally blinded by lust, did not hear him enter the back door.

"Well, it seems you two found a good way to wait for me." Dan quipped.

This caused Meg to hop off and search for her clothes. I just remained in my chair and began to stroke.

"We're all friends here, no need to be scared." Dan said to Meg.

Meg could read the look in Dan's eyes, she glanced back to see the same look in mine.

"What is this?" Meg asked the room.

"I told Dan about how generous you and Jen were the other day, and we thought maybe..."

"You thought I'd sleep with your friend?" Meg interrupted me.

"Ya, but only if you want."

"I guess, he better not be as big as this though." Meg said giving up the search for her clothes now holding onto me again.

Not quite, I thought to myself, as I had seen a few glances. However, even the harshest critic would not call him small!

Dan smiled and started to join our state of undress. Meg and I took the opportunity to remove our last bits of clothing.

Like she had done this a million times, Meg quickly dropped to her knees and began sucking Dan.

"What did I tell you?" I asked my buddy.

"Ya, she does give great head." Dan responded.

"How about you send a little of that my way?" I asked Meg once she had helped Dan to his full eight inches.

I stood up to join. Meg now knelt between Dan and I. Meg established a rhythm of bobbing her head back a fourth. When giving the pleasure of her mouth to one boy, the other got to enjoy her firm grip.

"Not your first rodeo, eh?" Dan teased her expertise at handling two dicks.

Meg drooled her response, maybe she would tell the story later. Strings of her saliva connected the two heads as she began to deep throat.

"Holy shit! Did you see that?" Dan asked me as Meg pulled her lips from his base.

"And I've seen it many times before." I said, less impressed by the feat than my friend.

"Can she fit all of you?" Dan asked, looking to me, although the question was clearly meant for Meghan.

Meg turned her mouth to me to display the answer.

"Fuck, I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like that before. It's one thing for a chick to do it on a little guy..."

To Dan's delight, Meg continued her showcase.

"She learned on me." I told Dan, "her and Jen had a practice session the other day."

"Lucky bastard!" Dan replied, "so who won?"

I had yet to render a verdict actually, "Meg did." It's not like Jen was there to argue her case.

"Beginner's luck I guess..." Meg motioned to swallow Dan's sword before he could finish, "..skill I mean."

His reaction made me laugh, my laugh made him laugh, Meg wanted to join the party I guess. She looked up jerking us both, letting out her own giggle. I broke the laughter by suggesting she resume our previous position:

"Hop back up on my lap?" I returned to my chair and began to stroke.

Meg was more than happy to get off her knees. She almost jumped to my pole. She reached back to release her pony tail, allowing her braids to bounce with her body. I planted a hand on her big ass, winking at Dan I gave it a squeeze. Taking a handful of the other cheek, my two hands helped her with the ride. This break allowed her to whip her head back and let out a moan.

"She sure does love to ride." Dan commented.

"And she's great at what she loves!" I added.

"Mind if I cut in?" 

"Go ahead." I replied.

I lifted Meghan off my lap and handed the petite thing Dan. Meg lowered herself onto the seated boy with a moan. She had rediscovered her energy after the orgasm I gave her and applied this to Dan's rod. Dan had stuffed his face between her tits.

"I spent a good amount of gym class thinking about doing this?" He said pulling his head out. "Her rack gets a 10/10..." he continued, "...and that ass!"

Dan found the same hand holds I had.

"She showed me something else the other day too." I revealed.

"I don't know if I'm ready for two there yet." Meg interrupted.

"At least let Dan try, I can sit this one out."

Meg moved off Dan and bent herself over my kitchen counter. I could tell by her uneasy movements she was still a little unsure.

"I'll make sure he behaves." I told her before flexing a bi-cap in Dan's direction.

Dan stood up and jerked over Meghan's ass. He aimed his cock, and guided it into her pussy. 

"Wrong hole dude." I said interrupting his insertion.

"She's into that?" Dan asked me.

"It's alright I guess." Meghan replied before I could.

Dan did not need more convincing, pulling himself out to switch holes. He had to give Meg's ass a little extra force, but he managed to gain entry far easier than I did the other day.

"Listen to her purr, she loves it!" Dan shouted as he smacked Meg's ass.

I saw Meg struggle to maintain the hold her teeth had on her upper lip. For a second I almost wished my cock was a more manageable size, she seemed to enjoy Dan's much more. Wait? What was I thinking, the only one who loves my big cock more than the girls I get to fuck is me!

Dan looked to be enjoying himself even more than Meg. As he squeezed and slapped her ass I could imagine from previous experience the pleasures his eyes received.

"Meg you want to give me a little help? Watching you two has got me real close." I said at a break in the action.

"I've seen this thing in porn before, where there are two guys and one girl. One guy fucks the girls ass, while the other guy fucks her pussy, Maybe we could try that?" Dan suggested.

I was just looking for just a hand, but a pussy was much more preferred.

"How would that work? Not saying yes, but that just sounds impossible." Meg asked.

"Well there are many ways, for one you could sit on Jim and I would come in from behind." Dan explained.

I was way on board with this idea, as was Dan, we just needed to convince Meg.

"It'll be like an Oreo...well in reverse." Dan went on. "What kind of girl doesn't like Oreos?"

"Wouldn't it hurt though? That would be way more cock than I've ever had."

"It might, but I'm not sure, and you can't be unless you try." Dan responded.

"We'll stop any time you want." I added.

"Okay, we can give that a try." Meghan finally agreed.

Dan looked at me, I looked back at him with that same grin of excitement. He pulled out of Meg's ass and I took my place. Dan turned her in my direction and she walked towards me. She got into that familiar position and dropped down to let me inside.

"Nice and slow so I can find the angle." Dan instructed Meg.

Dan moved up behind the girl and reached out his hands to grab her ass.

"I'll never get tired of looking at that." He said as he spread the cheeks apart.

"Just give me a second to get used to Jim?" Meg requested.

Meghan wriggled around on me for awhile before she told Dan she was ready. I saw him lean into her.

"Oh jeez!"

I could tell from the sporadic contractions of Meg's pussy that Dan had entered her ass.

"It's pretty good, eh?" Dan asked.

"It feels different? Give me a moment or two to decide." 

After a lengthy pause Meg started to move her body. Slowly at first, but then really getting into it.

"Hmm!" She moaned as her body worked the two poles inside her.

"Just like that baby." Dan said as he started to pump.

He was testing the waters, and from Meg's tone clear skies were ahead. Following his lead I began to give her pussy a little bounce. We both slowly sped up our pace waiting for her to stop us, but she never did.

"Give me all that cock!"

"Wow she's really getting into it isn't she?" Dan remarked.

"Shit, this is way too hot." I said.

Dan could see over Meg's shoulder that my face said I was about to burst.

"Is the Oreo ready for her cream filling?" Dan asked.

"Yes! I want you both to cum in me!"

Like we shared the same brain, just when I felt my load rushing into Meghan's pussy I heard Dan yell he was cumming in her ass. When we were done pumping her full, Dan pulled out and backed away. I lifted Meg up and sat her down in the chair opposite of me.

Meg just sat there grinning from ear to ear, dripping seed from both holes.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – The Night Out

Michael woke up on Monday morning feeling quite relaxed. The sun filtered in through the blinds towards him. He felt warm from the gentle rays. As Michael became more alert, he examined his surroundings. The feeling of silk sheets wrapped around him and Alexis's arm casually draped over his mid-section made for one of the more pleasant ways to wake up. Alexis's hand rested on his warm abdomen. As he listened to her softly slumber on, he could feel her member nestled in the crest of his ass. A couple of days ago he would've been repulsed by the idea of another penis anywhere near him, let alone so close to his asshole, but then again many of his preconceptions had been challenged recently. He was still unsure of whether he would ever let that final barrier down, but he couldn't overlook the undeniable pleasure that Alexis had introduced him to.

Pondering the events from last night, his mind played through the highlights. The sensations of Alexis's tight ass as he buried his cock into her firm bottom. Her wet and warm mouth over his rigid member. And the taste of Alexis's own hard cock as she pumped his mouth full of her cum. He could still taste the sweet and salty evidence in his mouth and on his lips. It was all still vivid and fresh in his mind. Michael's morning wood responded to his thoughts, aching for attention. He reached down to pet his determined friend as he enjoyed the feeling of stiffness. After a few moments spent enjoying the position he was in and reveling in his thoughts, he felt movement behind him. Alexis began to stir. She pressed her hips into him as she flexed her back, wedging her cock between his ass cheeks. A soft groan escaped her lips.

"Good morning," Michael said looking over his shoulder to Alexis. 

He was met with a smile. 

"Excellent morning," she grinned. 

Her hand slid smoothly over his skin, tracing his hips. She cupped his ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

"Mmmhm, it's always nice to wake up to a hot piece of ass," she said. 

This made Michael blush. 

"It looks like someone is happy to see me this morning," Alexis said as she traced her fingers up Michaels cock.

She wasn't kidding. Michael's morning wood was at full attention and swelled to her touch. Alexis grabbed ahold of Michael's member and started stroking it softly. He rolled back out of their spooning position to meet Alexis. She now lay against his side with her breasts pressed against his shoulder. Their lips met in a succulent kiss. Tenderly, they attended to each other's mouths. Their tongues danced together. 

Reaching underneath her, Michael lifted Alexis onto him. Her breasts pressed into his chest and their warm members mashed against each other. Michael's cock twitched under the pressure, pulsing pleasure up his body. He groaned into Alexis's mouth causing their mouths to ring in vibration. 

"I love the way you taste," Alexis said breaking the kiss as she licked her lips. 

"You should," Michael laughed, "My mouth still tastes like your cum." 

Alexis giggled and planted a kiss on his lips. 

"Oh I love the way your body feels pressed against mine," Michael said smiling. 

Alexis grinned as she lifted herself off him and slinked down the bed. She settled down on her knees between his legs. As she wrapped her hand around his cock she looked up at Michael, her eyes meeting his. Alexis shot him the most devilish sexy look. She bent down and licked the underside of his member up to his cockhead. This sent a familiar shiver up Michael's spine. Alexis gave a kiss to his tip with her luscious lips. She giggled at him as his penis twitched at the teasing. 

"You're such a tease," Michael joked. 

Alexis feigned insult before retorting, "I like the way you squirm." 

Licking around the head of his cock, Alexis lowered her mouth onto his hard member. She breathed in as she sucked him into her mouth. Using her saliva she wet his shaft and slid up and down his full length. Her hand stroked the bottom of his shaft as her mouth worked the top. She quickly built up a nice rhythm. 

As Alexis sloppily sucked his cock Michael closed his eyes and basked in the sounds and stimulation. He reached his hands down to her head and neck, holding her hair back and massaging the back of her neck. Encouraged by Michael's hands, Alexis bobbed up and down on his meaty cock. She swallowed him down her throat with her lips meeting the base of his shaft. Holding her head down, Michael enjoyed the feeling of her throat massaging his member. 

"Ohhhh god yes," Michael groaned. 

Releasing her, Alexis recoiled off his cock with an audible pop as her mouth came un-suctioned. Gasping for air as her eyes began to water, Alexis continued stroking him. She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath. 

"That was naughty Michael," Alexis said. 

Michael smiled back at her nervously. She wrapped her lips around his shaft again and began descending. Once it hit the back of her throat again she squeezed her lips tight. She sucked as hard as she could. Up and down she went milking his cock. 

"Oh yeaaahhh," he groaned. 

The sound of Alexis's sloppy sucking mixed with Michael's heavy breathing. The pressure in his balls built up with each time she bounced up and down on him. Alexis sensed Michael's impending orgasm as he took a deep breath. She wrapped her lips around his shaft tightly and went all the way down. 

The added pressure sent Michael over the edge. His eyes rolled back as his hips spasmed forward. His cock shot load after load down Alexis's throat. A consummate professional, Alexis swallowed it all. She sat back on her legs and licked her lips. Michael breathed deeply looking at her as she used her finger to scoop up the cum that had leaked from the corner of her mouth. She made a show of licking it off her finger like a blow pop.

Crawling her way back up the bed to Michael, Alexis's cock leaked pre-cum on his torso. Settling on top of him she kissed him. It was a deep sensual kiss. Michael opened his mouth to meet hers and Alexis pushed her tongue in. Cum flooded into Michael's mouth. Surprised by the sudden entrance, his eyes shot open. Alexis grabbed the back of his neck and held him close to her. 

Once he settled down Michael eased into the kiss. Tasting the sweet and salty mix, Michael found the taste of cum not nearly as repulsive as the night before. He swallowed the deposit and enjoyed the lashing of Alexis's tongue inside his mouth. When they separated Michael licked his lips and savored the remaining cum that had dripped down his chin. 

"Oh you look so hot like that," Alexis said. 

Michael smiled at the compliment even though he still felt a tinge of embarrassment for enjoying something that would seem so strange just a couple days ago. 

"You're such a natural little slut," she teased "I knew you'd enjoy it. Come with me. I think it's time we got cleaned up." 

Alexis pulled him off the bed and he followed her into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and Michael stepped in with her underneath the cascade of water. They cleaned each other off, soaping up their bodies and scrubbing the sweat and dried cum from their dirty skin. 

Michael was reminded of Alexis's unmet needs by the gentle poking of her hard-on into the small of his back. After all that she had done for him Michael certainly didn't want to leave her with blue balls. It felt so weird for him to say that about a girl. He still absolutely believed she was a girl. Sure the whole 'having a penis' situation said otherwise, but he had never met a girl that appeared so feminine and was so sexual. 

He turned to face her and placed his hand on her member, feeling the soft skin and the straining bulbous head. With a good hard tug he elicited a sharp intake of breath from Alexis. He slowly stroked it. With each stroke he pushed her needy cock to the edge. Leaning in, he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled up to her ear lobe. With his other hand he felt her breast and kneaded her skin. The water showered down on them and added to the moment they were both experiencing. 

Michael knew she wouldn't take long to reach orgasm. He began stroking her shaft furiously until, like he had done just a short time ago, her penis spasmed into his hand. His leg and cock was painted with shots of cum. Alexis pushed her hips forward and chased the stimulation of Michael's hand. She moaned as she furiously fucked Michael's hand until she was spent. Once he had milked the cum from her cock Alexis fell into Michael's comforting arms. 

Michael looked down at her through the mist of the shower. He really felt a connection with this girl. And not just because their bodies had connected so often over the last few days. After a brief moment and a deep breath between them Alexis looked up at Michael and smiled before breaking out into a laugh. 

"Phew, I really needed that this morning," she exhaled. 

"You can say that again," Michael laughed. 

They finished showering off and stepped out. After drying off Michael threw his clothes from the night before back on. He watched as Alexis squeezed her ass into a pair of tight jeans and a low cut top. 

"You're literally too hot for words," he said admiring her. 

"Why thank you," she said walking to him and leaning with her forearms together against his chest. She gave him a small peck on the lips. She stepped back before speaking. "You're feeling okay with all this right?" she asked as she quickly changed tones. 

"What do you mean?" Michael asked. 

"I just want to make sure you are okay with everything we did. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything, and if you did I'm sorry," she said. "I've pushed the envelope too quickly sometimes and it has ended up with either me getting hurt or I push the person away." 

Michael was a bit taken off guard with the sudden change in demeanor from Alexis. She had been so confident and aggressive in the time since he'd met her that he didn't expect this caring and compassionate side. 

"I mean I was definitely unsure and a little scared when I first learned what you have down there, and I was hesitant to give in to your temptations. I never ever thought I would suck cock or even enjoy it. Really, I'm not sure what to think right now. My mind has been racing. All I know is I like being with you," he said. 

Alexis smiled, seeming content with his answer.

"Good because I like being with you to," she said as she patted his crotch.

Alexis gave him another peck on the lips before she walked past him out of the room. 

"Come downstairs. I'll make breakfast," she said. 

She led him downstairs and into the kitchen. Fixing up some waffles and fruit, Alexis prepared a quick meal. They ate together and conversed. Both of them just happy to talk about normal everyday things. They exchanged any recent news, talked sports, and just simply joked around. Once they finished eating Alexis walked Michael to the door. As she opened the door she turned to Michael. 

"I had a lot of fun," she said. 

"Yeah I definitely wasn't expecting that, but let's do that again soon," he said. 

She groped his ass as he walked by her. 

"Oh definitely, I have a lot more in mind for you," she grinned. 

This made Michael a little nervous. His ass cheeks firmly tightened thinking about her possible intentions to take that next step with him. Even so, as he left Alexis's house he was feeling very anxious for the future. Michael walked the short distance over to his house and unlocked the front door. 

"Hey Michael, where were you?" he heard his mom ask from the other room as the door closed. 

"Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going out with friends last night," he covered. 

"But your car was still here?" she inquired. 

"Yeah Dave came and picked me up," he lied. 

"Well next time I'd appreciate a little notice of where you're going," his mom replied. 

"Yeah I will," he said as he headed upstairs. 

"Did you have fun?" she asked from behind him. 

"Oh yeah," he laughed. 

It was a couple days before Michael saw Alexis again. Michael found himself busy looking for a summer job and whenever he did find time to text Alexis she didn't pick up or return his message. It was Thursday before he even saw her again. 

He was on his way home, driving through the neighborhood, enjoying the summer breeze through his car windows. As he turned the wheel of the car onto his street, aiming for home, he saw her. She was jogging his way in the direction of her house. Bright elastic workout attire wrapped around her body. She wore a pair of yellow workout shorts that hugged her butt and a red sports bra that did little to control the bounce of her ample breasts. He slowed the car down as she approached and gave her a wave. 

"If you keep that up I'm not going to be able to keep my eyes on the road," he hollered out the car window. 

She slowed to a stop by his passenger side door. Alexis leaned her head in through the window as her hands rested on the windowsill. 

"Why do you think I wear this," she said as she palmed the underside of her sports bra and lifted her boobs up. 

Alexis wore the most devilish grin. Michael's cheeks reddened as he blushed again at how obvious she made her sexual advances. 

"So where are you going stud?" Alexis inquired. 

"Oh just heading home. I had a long day of job searching," he returned. 

"Hmm well let me know how that goes. I may be able to help you with that. I do have some connections," she said. 

"Yeah that would be great. I'll let you know," he said. "But more importantly, when can I come over again?" Michael asked. "I can't get the visions of the other night out of my head." 

"I don't think it's your head that misses me," she said smiling as she nodded towards the bulge in the front of his pants. 

"What can I say, you have this affect on me," he said laughing. 

"I like to hear that. I'm free tomorrow night." she replied. 

"Agh tomorrow night I'm supposed to go out with a friend," he said frustrated. 

He thought for a moment before an idea struck him. 

"But you know what, why don't you come out with us," he quickly said. 

"Are you sure?" she asked, "I wouldn't want to intrude on a guys night out." 

"Nonsense, I want to introduce you to my friend Dave and show you around town," Michael said. 

Alexis smiled. She pulled the passenger side door open and climbed across the seat. She leaned in and gave Michael a kiss, mashing their lips together. Michael lay back against the headrest and enjoyed the way Alexis's plump lips felt on his. After a couple seconds they separated. 

"Then I'll see you tomorrow night," she said. 

Her hand groped the bulge in his jeans. 

"Both of you," she grinned. 

She hopped out of the car and closed the door. Giving Michael a small wave of goodbye, Alexis continued on her run. Michael sat there for a second admiring the bounce of her bum in the mirror before she rounded the corner. Taking the car out of park, he turned and drove up his driveway. 

Once he was inside his house he plopped down on the couch. He had been having another rough day of job searching until Alexis blessed him with her appearance. He thought about her tight body and the full-figured curves. His lust for Alexis at this point was consuming him. She was unbelievable sexy and tempting. He didn't even worry about her penis anymore. In fact he had pretty much accepted that he was lusting after a transgendered woman, or women considering the effect that Jenny had had on him. There was still apprehension at letting anybody know yet. He didn't even know what he would call this thing with Alexis yet. For now he just assumed they were friends with benefits, very nice benefits. 

The next day he made sure to get home early. He got through what were a couple seemingly successful interviews and was encouraged by the way the day was going. He even managed not to completely lose his thoughts to images of Alexis. There was the murmuring of some intelligent job related information that he was able to pass on. As he sped home he called his friend Dave to remind him to play it cool tonight when he showed up. He had warned him last night that he'd be bringing an attractive girl with him. Michael didn't want any awkwardness or shameless flirting. 

By the time he got home, shoveled down some dinner, and washed up it was already past eight o'clock. He had texted Alexis earlier in the day that he would pick her up a little after nine. Throwing on some jeans and a button down, Michael made himself presentable. 

"Hey honey, have a good time tonight, and don't drink too much," his mom said up to him as he walked downstairs. 

"I'll try," Michael joked as he snatched his keys off the corner table. 

He walked out and jumped in his car. He took a deep breath to compose himself. All day their had been a mix of anxiousness at seeing Alexis again and nervousness at introducing her to his friend Dave that had been building in his gut. He hadn't mentioned at all that there was anything different about Alexis compared to other girls. Sticking the key in the ignition and feeling the engine come to life; he slowly backed out of the driveway. Once he had fully reversed out of his driveway, Michael put the car in drive and pulled up to the front of Alexis's house. He left the car with the engine running and walked up to her front door. 

He remembered the first night he had found the courage to introduce himself. He wasn't usually so driven to establish a relationship, but the fact that she had just moved in presented a very rare opportunity. The incredibly attractive girl next door is pretty much every guy's fantasy. His normally somewhat shy introverted self had been emboldened by each step he'd taken with Alexis. 

At her front step he rang the doorbell twice. There was some talking going on inside and he could make out someone approaching the door. It swung open and instead of Alexis he was met by the vivacious appearance of Jenny. 

"Well hello there," she said. 

Caught off guard, Michael managed to squeak out a "Hi." 

Jenny was putting on a show with the look she was sporting that night. She rested her shoulder against the door, her hips flared out which exaggerated her curves. Her body fit snugly into the short black dress that she was wearing. Jenny's hair was put up into a ponytail. Her breasts were making quite the impression on Michael due to the plunging neckline of her dress. She looked at Michael predatorily as he nervously ogled her figure. 

"Cat got your tongue," Jenny teased. 

"Woah, you look great," Michael said. 

"You don't seem as skittish as you were the other night," Jenny joked. "You're not scared of my friend anymore?" She joked as she patted her crotch. 

"You could say that," Michael said blushing.

Truthfully, even though he had grown accustomed to Alexis having a penis, Michael hadn't thought much of Jenny over the last several days. This sudden appearance had suddenly stirred some thoughts he had the first night he ran home from Alexis's house. After all that he had experienced lately, Michael found his mouth watering at the idea of Jenny's large womanhood. His cock twitched in his pants at the return of his thoughts of her cock moving in and out of his mouth. 

"Hi Michael!" came Alexis as she appeared from around the corner, snapping Michael's mind back to the present. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited Jenny along to. I figured your friend would enjoy a sexy blonde to flirt with," she joked.

"Yeah I have no problem with that, and I'm absolutely sure he won't mind," he laughed.

His eyes traveled down her body. Alexis and Jenny certainly knew how to accentuate their assets. Similar to Jenny, she wore a short dress that cut off above her knee. A dark red, the dress complimented her curves. She didn't sport the type of cleavage that Jenny had, but she more than made up for it in presentation. The front of her dress revealed a lot of cleavage as her breasts pressed against the fabric and spilled out to the middle and to the sides. The two together looked overwhelmingly sexy. Michael was almost disappointed he had to share them with his friend Dave tonight. He wanted to take them inside and do unspeakable things to them. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



"Should we go?" Alexis asked. 

"Yeah I left the car running," he said. 

He led them down to his car. Holding the door open for them, Michael watched their beautiful behinds climb into his car. Jenny sat in the back seat while Alexis sat in the passenger seat. He rounded the car and entered the driver's seat. 

"Ready ladies?" he asked. 

"What do we have planned tonight," Jenny replied. 

"I figured we would just let whatever happens happen and see where the night goes," Michael said. 

"I like the sound of that," Jenny said. 

Michael pulled away and drove off. Michael's hometown was known to have a lively and fun night scene. The strip had a list of bars and small night clubs that attracted a youthful crowd. Michael and his friends liked to hang around one particular bar. It was a pretty big and doubled as a club as it hosted DJs most nights. If there was one thing Michael excelled at it was making a fool of himself on the dance floor. On this night Michael really wanted to show Alexis and Jenny a good time. They pulled into a parking space down the street and Michael sent his friend a text to let them know he was nearby. Dave was no doubt waiting in line trying to get in. His friend Dave liked to get there early so he could hold a spot in line. Even though he was unsure how Dave might react to finding out either of the girls secret, probably much the way he did if he had to guess, Michael wanted him to have a good time. Setting him up with Jenny for the night seemed like as decent an idea as any. 

They walked up the street to the bar and as they approached Michael saw Dave throw his arm up to wave them over. He was on his phone no doubt arguing with his awful ex-girlfriend as she was in the middle of moving out of his place. Michael hoped tonight would be a nice change of pace for his newly single friend. They got in line behind Dave as he finished an argument and hung up before turning around. 

"How's it goin..." he said as his voice trailed off when his eyes met the sight of Jenny and Alexis who were standing to the side of Michael. 

"I'm good bud," Michael said "I want you to meet Alexis and Jenny." 

"You know these girls?" Dave said incredulously.

The girls giggled to each other. 

"Yeah remember I said I was bringing a girl with?" Michael asked. "Well this is Alexis," he said as he motioned to Alexis.

"Nice to meet you," Alexis said extending her hand. 

"Pleasure to meet you," Dave replied as he shook her hand. "Yeah I remember, but these aren't girls. These are women, gorgeous women," he said to Michael.

"Why thank you," Alexis laughed.

"You're right," said Michael as he laughed along to. "This is Jenny, a friend of Alexis," 

Jenny and Dave shook hands as well.

"Alexis is a new neighbor and I figured I'd invite them out with us to show them around town," Michael explained. 

"Well I'm certainly more than happy to help," Dave said struggling not to ogle Jenny's breasts. 

They continued chatting as the line moved. Jenny and Dave hit it off and talked all the way into the bar. Michael pointed the girls to a booth as he and Dave went to get drinks at the bar. Once they got up to the bar Dave punched Michael in the shoulder. 

"You lucky son of a bitch," Dave shouted over the music. 

Michael laughed before explaining how Alexis had just moved in.

"Alexis is sort of with me so I figured I would set you up with Jenny for tonight," he said. 

"Really?" Dave asked. "Dude I owe you one," he said happily as he pounded fists with Michael.

"Yeah you do," Michael joked. 

Offering to pay, Michael bought two rounds for all of them. They gathered the bottles and brought them back to the girls. Dave and Michael sat down in the booth and gave a beer to Alexis and Jenny. They chatted for a little while as they quickly went through their drinks. As the songs were changing Alexis got up and started dancing. 

"Oh this is my song," Alexis yelled. "Come on guys let's go to the dance floor." 

Alexis and Jenny both got up and led the way. Michael and Dave downed their drinks and followed. Michael watched as Alexis danced with Jenny. Their bodies moving together tantalized Michael's imagination. The girls split up and grabbed each guy. Alexis pulled Michael out to the middle of the floor with her. In no way shape or form was Michael a good dancer, but he enjoyed moving to the music and grinding with a pretty girl. After a couple songs of dancing like an idiot, to the amusement of Alexis, the music changed and Alexis pulled Michael close as she pressed her body to his. Sure Michael had had sex with her before, but the way Alexis was grinding into him was unbelievably erotic. 

He felt her up from her legs to her ass and up her back around to her breasts. She felt so soft and smooth. They made out on the dance floor as they swayed to the music together. By the time Michael came up for air and looked around, Jenny and Dave were nowhere in sight. He relayed this to Alexis loudly over the music. Alexis just started laughing. 

"She just can't help herself," she said, "That girl loves to break in a new toy." 

Michael was suddenly nervous at the thought of Jenny exposing her secret to Dave. It wasn't until several minutes later that Michael saw Jenny walking back towards them. As she approached Michael could tell she had obviously just reapplied her lipstick and she looked a bit disheveled. 

"Where'd you two run off to?" he asked anxiously over the music. 

"We had a little fun," she said. 

Jenny passed Michael and went up to Alexis and kissed her full on the lips. After their kiss Alexis turned to Michael and kissed him. There was a definite taste of cum on her lips mixed with the heavy scent of alcohol. Jenny had clearly bought herself a drink on her way back. Michael was a little shocked at first, but then he realized what had happened. Once they separated Michael licked his lips. 

"Oh," Michael said. 

Jenny smiled when she saw him savoring the taste. 

"You boys are all so easy," Jenny teased. 

Michael blushed from being caught enjoying the taste. 

"So then where is Dave?" Michael asked. 

No sooner did he say that than he saw Dave walking back towards them looking flushed in the face. Noticing that Dave seemed to want to talk to Michael, Alexis told Michael that she would take Jenny with her to go get more drinks. 

"Alright," Michael said as the girls disappeared into the crowd. 

"Hey buddy you alright?" he asked Dave. 

"Yeah dude, and I think I owe you more than one now," Dave said. 

Michael chuckled now relieved. 

"She's pretty assertive isn't she?" he joked. 

"You're telling me," Dave said, "She's like a tractor beam of hotness. She just gave me one of the best blow-jobs in my entire life." 

Michael laughed again. 

"She pulled me into the handicap bathroom stall and pretty much attacked me," Dave said now chuckling to himself. "I've never had a girl do half those things before, let alone..." and this is where he stopped. 

Dave leaned in close. 

"You never ever tell anybody I said this, got it?" Dave said. 

"Of course," Michael said. 

He and Dave had been best friends for years and they usually trusted each other with the most secret and intimate information. 

"Right before I came," Dave began looking around, "She stuck her finger up my ass and I just absolutely exploded in her mouth." 

Michael burst out laughing. 

"You fucker," Dave shouted as he punched him in the shoulder. 

Michael didn't know why he laughed. He guessed it was some combination of surprise at Dave's relenting of that information and his own recognition of that familiar first time feeling of having something foreign up his ass. 

"No, no it's cool," Michael laughed as he put his hand up to prevent another punch.

"You think so?" Dave asked. "You're not just messing with me?" 

"Yeah, I mean it's weird, but Alexis did the same thing to me," Michael explained, "Among other things..." 

"And you liked it?" Dave asked. 

"I mean if it leads me to having such insane orgasms like that, what's not to like?" Michael joked. 

"I see what you're saying. But, you don't think it's a little gay?" Dave asked. 

"I just don't look at it like that. It's a hot girl not some dude." Michael explained. 

"True," Dave said. 

"What's true?" Alexis asked popping up with Jenny. 

The girls both returned carrying a few drinks. 

"That I'm not nearly drunk enough yet," Dave said. 

They all laughed. 

"Well this should help," Jenny said as she passed the drinks around. 

They continued to dance and drink for the next couple of hours. Michael couldn't get enough of Alexis and it was clear that Jenny and Dave were still hitting it off. After several more drinks though it was clear that Dave had over indulged. He wasn't stable on his feet and had begun sloppily spilling his drink. Michael told Alexis and he decided to call Dave a cab home. He led Dave outside and loaded him into the taxi before paying the driver and sending him on his way. 

"Well I think it's about time we headed back to," he said to Alexis as he turned to the girls. The cab pulled away behind him. 

As Michael dialed another cab for them they finished their drinks. They were all comfortably buzzed. The ride back was filled with silly inebriated conversation. Once they got back to Alexis's place they all stumbled out of the taxi. Laughing at each other, they walked up to Alexis's front door. She fiddled with the key trying to get the door open. When she successfully lined it up with the keyhole she swung the door open. Jenny playfully shoved Alexis inside and commenced groping her. Alexis pushed her off as the two giggled at each other. Resting his shoulder against the doorway, Michael laughed to himself as he watched the girls. 

Vibrating in his pocket from another notification, Michael's phone caught his attention. Checking what drunken text Dave might have sent him, Michael noticed the time. It was already nearly two o'clock in the morning.

"I think it's about time I called it a night," Michael said, "It's getting late." 

"Nooo!" Jenny whined. "Michael stay. We're just starting to have fun," she pleaded. 

"Yeah don't run off again," Alexis joked. 

Michael shook his head as he laughed at her teasing. Jenny walked over to Michael before laying her body into his. Michael caught her waist as Jenny pressed her breasts into him. 

"You don't honestly think I'm going to let you leave again before I at least get a taste of this," she said as she felt his ass, "do you?" 

Michael grinned. 

"No, I don't suppose so," he laughed.

"You don't know how jealous I was to hear that Alexis got to you before me," she said loud enough for Alexis to hear. 

Alexis giggled. 

"He was easier than you would think," Alexis teased as she walked over to them. 

"It's hard to resist such persuasion," Michael said. 

"Maybe we can persuade you to stay," Jenny said playfully. 

"I think I could be," he added. 

Both girls were at either side of him. Their soft skin rubbed against his. Alexis reached down to Michael's crotch and began massaging his cock to life under his pants. 

"If you come upstairs I promise we won't bite... much," Alexis said. 

Jenny reached behind him and groped his ass. 

"What'll it be stud," Jenny asked "We can take you the easy way or the hard way. Personally, I like the hard way," she said with emphasis on the word hard.

"How could I say no," Michael spoke as his member was forcibly massaged. His legs were weak from how intensely aroused they were making him. 

"Good," Alexis said as she squeezed his cock. "Follow me." 

Taking his hand, Alexis guided Michael upstairs to her bedroom. She stopped him, placing him right in front of her bed. Alexis sat down on the mattress facing him. She watched as Jenny came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"Let me help you with these," Jenny said as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. 

Finally released, Michael's cock sprang to attention. Jenny swatted his ass, which caused him to jump a little. His penis waved in the air to Alexis's amusement. He stepped out of his pants and shoes and tossed them to the side. Alexis stood up and slipped out of her dress. She was wearing only a pair of black lace panties. Behind him Jenny did the same. Her sheer bra and panties felt soft to Michael as she pressed herself into his backside. Alexis stepped up close to Michael and gave him a kiss before unbuttoning his shirt. With each button she placed a kiss on his chest as she worked her way down. Jenny turned Michael's head to her as their lips locked together. Once Alexis undid the final button she was resting on her knees in front of him. His hard member waved in her face. 

"Mmm he does have a delicious looking cock," Jenny said as she pulled the shirt off his arms and threw it over with Michael's other clothes. 

"I can vouch for that," Alexis said as she wrapped her hands around his shaft. 

Her pillow-like lips pressed against the head of his cock before opening to receive his hard member. She fed about half of his shaft into her mouth before sucking her way back off like she was enjoying a bomb pop. Michael let his head fall back as he enjoyed the feeling of Alexis's warm mouth pulling on his dick. Jenny took this opportunity to bring her lips to his as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. Jenny's hands roamed from Michael's abs to his chest, rolling over his body, before she brought them down around his hips to his ass. Michael was in heaven. The sensation Alexis's mouth was creating by bobbing on his cock combined with Jenny's massaging hands was incredibly erotic. Alexis began working up and down Michael's member more and more. Her lips enveloped him tightly. Jenny placed her hands on his ass and groped his cheeks. 

"You have the tightest little ass. I've been waiting for my chance with it ever since I laid eyes on you," Jenny whispered into Michael's ear. 

Michael couldn't help but smile at the thought of her lusting over his butt. As Alexis sucked and moaned on his dick, her mouth vibrating on his shaft, Jenny kneeled down behind Michael. Kneading his ass cheeks like dough, she spread them and spat on his asshole. Her firm grip and the sudden wetness caused Michael to jump a little in surprise. His cock suddenly being shoved deeper down Alexis's throat made her gag and back off. Jenny stuck her tongue out and plunged between Michael's ass cheeks as she held them firmly apart. He tensed up as he still wasn't quite used to the odd sensation of having a tongue circling his asshole. Alexis pumped Michael's dick with her hand as she looked up at him. 

"You're pretty jumpy tonight," Alexis said. "Just relax and let us take the wheel. We're going to take extra special care of you," she said and winked. 

She engulfed his cock again. In no time at all she had her lips at the base of his shaft, deep-throating him. At almost the same time, Jenny forced her tongue into his ass. If it weren't for the liquor in his system Michael feared he would've came right there. The combined pleasure from this double team of sexual acts had made him weak in the legs as his cock felt like he could explode at any moment. Alexis receded from the base of his shaft a couple inches, but she immediately went back down. As she fucked her throat with his dick in an increased rhythm, Jenny explored Michael's tight asshole more. 

"Oh god," Michael said. 

He had never experienced anything like this. The pressure in his balls had begun to build. Alexis milked his cock with each time she bobbed up and down. With one last squeeze of her lips up his shaft, Michael's cock began to spasm as it spurted into her mouth. Alexis wrapped her hand around him and pumped every last drop into her waiting mouth.

Once he was done orgasming Alexis licked her lips and swallowed. Her and Jenny both got up off of the floor. 


"Good boy," Jenny said as she slapped Michael's ass. 

Alexis kissed him and grabbed him by the hand. She pulled him onto the bed as he crawled on his hands and knees. Jenny followed them and as they settled on the bed with Michael on his hands and knees, Alexis's engorged cock waving in his face, Jenny placed her hands on his hips. She grasped his firm ass and held his butt in the air. 

"Time to return the favor," Alexis teased as she pointed her hard member at his face. 

Michael smiled. Alexis's juicy cock had his mouth watering. Sticking his tongue out, Michael licked the head of her cock. Alexis could only smile as she watched him savor the taste. She shot a quick glance over at Jenny who smiled mischievously at her. Michael took a deep breath and inhaled her musk. 

Twisting his tongue down Alexis's shaft, Michael wrapped his lips around her. There was something about the feeling of a warm meaty cock filling his mouth that Michael had started to like. Every time he went down on her shaft he could hear Alexis coo for more. These sounds encouraged Michael to be bolder in his oral attempts. With an excitement that he never thought he would have for such an act, Michael bobbed up and down on her eagerly. He wanted to elicit the same pleasure for her that she had given him. Covering her cock in saliva, he sucked her all the way into his mouth. Alexis breathed heavily as she enjoyed Michael's hot mouth melting her hard member. There was no doubting that he was a quick learner. His head went up and down the length of her shaft as his tongue traced the underside of her cock. She could tell that he was fully engrossed in what he was doing. 

Jenny was so turned on from witnessing this sexual act that she could barely resist ravaging the juicy ass in front of her. Her engorged cock waited anxiously just inches behind Michael. Content to take it slow this time, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly jerked him off. With her other hand she rubbed Michael's backside. The warm skin felt electric against her hand. 

Looking over to Jenny, Alexis nodded. She knew Michael was ready. Jenny let go of Michael's cock and grabbed both of his ass cheeks. She spread them apart and spat on his opening. Using her thumb she rubbed the saliva into him. Michael was familiar with being fingered as Alexis had already introduced him to the curious feeling. And Jenny's tongue felt wonderful just minutes earlier. That's why Michael didn't mind when she pressed her finger at his asshole. 

Jenny pushed her finger into Michael's tight ass. Working her way in slowly, she stimulated his ass. The foreign entry felt strange to Michael but he was too preoccupied with fitting as much of Alexis's cock in his mouth to worry. Pushing past his gag reflex Michael's lips traveled to the base of her shaft. His eyes began to water and his throat choked on her cock. Michael had to back off, but he didn't let Alexis's member leave his mouth. While he licked around her cockhead, Michael felt Jenny's finger forced in to the hilt. He grunted at the pressure, but kept his attention on Alexis. 

Jenny started pushing her finger in and out of Michael. She fingered Michael as he continued trying to deepthroat Alexis. When she felt he was loosened up enough Jenny pulled out and pressed two fingers to his asshole. Recognizing the extra size, Michael's eyes widened as his mouth went down Alexis's shaft. The pressure of her fingers made Michael uncomfortable, but as she pressed deeper a feeling of fullness took over. 

Jenny massaged the walls of his ass and pumped her fingers faster. As the tempo and pressure of her probing increased, the sensation that took over started to feel good. Michael's cock grew incredibly hard from the stimulation. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock. He responded to the pleasure by pushing his hips back at Jenny and letting out a soft moan on Alexis's shaft. A smirk formed on Jenny's face. She knew she had him. When Michael moved his hips back again to meet Jenny's fingers she pulled out to Michael's disappointment. 




The Girl Next Door Ch. 03



"Oooh I think somebody likes it," Jenny teased as she slapped Michael's ass. 

She lay her cock down on Michael's backside and grinded it along the crest of his ass. Alarms went off for Michael as he realized what Jenny intended to do. He turned his head around to look back at Jenny, Alexis's cock popping out of his mouth. Michael looked on as Jenny's face was painted with lust.

"Wait," he said weakly, "I don't think I'm ready for that." 

"You have nothing to worry about," Jenny said. 

Alexis knew that Jenny wouldn't let a little protest stop her now. She was too revved up. With her hand she turned Michael by his chin to look at her.

"Just relax. We were having so much fun," Alexis said as she continued to stroke her cock in his face, "We'll go slow and we can stop if it hurts." 

She could see on his face that Michael was conflicted. He took a deep breath as he contemplated moving forward.

"We can stop this whenever you want," Alexis said, "Or do you want to stop now?"

"No," Michael blurted out anxiously. 

Alexis smiled at his hurried reply and bent down to give him a kiss. 

Michael really didn't want this to stop. What they were doing felt great. He was just unsure if he could handle what Jenny wanted to do.

"Good," Alexis said.

"Fantastic," Jenny echoed slightly annoyed at her halted advances.

"Then I assume you wouldn't mind finishing what you started here," Alexis smiled.

Michael chuckled as he looked at the hard member pointed at his face. 

"No, I wouldn't mind doing that at all," he laughed. 

Jenny then nudged her hips up against Michael's backside, driving her shaft against his butt to reclaim his attention. She rubbed the precum that she had leaked into his ass. 

"Don't worry, we'll start out nice and slow," she said positioning the head of her cock at his asshole. 

"It will only hurt a little bit at first as you adjust."

Jenny began to apply some pressure at Michael's entrance while he sucked on Alexis's member nervously. The head of Jenny's cock pressed past his opening. Michael's apprehensiveness showed as he had stopped moving. 

"Trust me. You're going to love this," Alexis said as she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, keeping him from backing off her member.

Going deeper, an inch at a time, Jenny allowed Michael to get used to her size. His ass spread wide, desperately trying to accommodate her rigid member. Despite her easing into him the pressure and pain were still great. Michael's ass gripped tightly on her cock and prevented Jenny from going any deeper. 

"Just breathe," Jenny said. 

She placed her hands at his sides and rubbed the muscles in his lower back. Kneading his ass, she tried to relieve the tension. Michael tried to relax. His skin tingled with warmth every time Jenny's hands traveled smoothly across his backside. Jenny was doing a great job of working the stress from Michael's muscles and calming his inner storm. 

Once Jenny felt Michael had loosened up enough she thrust herself forward. Her movement was stronger this time. After sinking about halfway into him she stopped. But before Michael had time to get accustomed to her new depth she quickly pulled back out without ever leaving his ass. Again she thrust forward. Going deeper this time. Each time she pushed her member into him she fit more of her hard cock. Michael dealt with the pain the only way he could, by squeezing his lips around Alexis's shaft and sucking for all he was worth. This worked out great for Alexis who enjoyed the strong blowjob she was getting as a result. 

With one more powerful shove Michael was certain Jenny had her full length in him. He felt so full and the pressure was intense. Then came a final thrust. Jenny's balls slapped against Michael's ass. He grunted from the assault his ass was taking as he nearly lost balance. Alexis's cock hit the back of his throat causing him to choke. 

Stopping briefly to admire her conquest. Jenny traced her hand down the midline of his back and enjoyed how Michael's ass looked against her waist with her cock nearly disappearing inside him. This gave Michael much needed time to get used to the fullness. But the pain had barely even started to subside before Jenny decided it was time to break in her new toy.

"Here we go," Jenny chuckled.

She pulled half way out and then plunged all the way back in. Jenny thrust her hips forcefully. In and out and in again. Each time she pumped her cock she made sure that her hips met his ass. Her balls loudly slapped against his. With each thrust of her cock, the pounding caused Michael's whole body to shake. Their rhythm together built as Michael's body responded to her. He no longer cringed with each forceful entry and instead pushed his hips back to meet her rigid member.

Slowly, the pain began to decrease. The sense of fullness had started to feel strangely good. Michael found himself wanting that feeling back every time she pulled out. His muffled breathing became heavier and his cock slapped precum against his stomach. Michael felt something starting to build within him. Jenny was hitting a certain spot each time she thrust in that sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him. That wave grew bigger every time Jenny drove into him.

Michael couldn't contain the moan that escaped him. He took shallow breaths gasping for air. This broke Jenny from her narrowed concentration on her nearing orgasm. She stopped moving and gave Alexis a knowing look. 

"Ughhh," Michael groaned. 

"I think I know what you want," Jenny said shoving her cock into him. "But in case I'm wrong again why don't you tell me," she teased.

"mphm pfh mmehh," Michael muffled around Alexis's cock. 

"What's that?" Jenny asked. 

Taking his mouth off of Alexis's cock, Michael turned his head to face Jenny.

"Please, fuck me," he pleaded taking heavy breaths.

Jenny and Alexis laughed. 

"With pleasure," Jenny said firmly grabbing him by the waist.

She slammed her member in with such force that Michael's jaw dropped open. He groaned with pleasure. 

"Ohhh god yes," Michael moaned as Jenny fucked him senseless. 

With Michael's mouth open Alexis shoved her cock back in. Rather than allow him to service her, Alexis held the back of Michael's head and moved her hips forward. Her cock slid to the back of his throat. 

They fucked Michael from both ends. All he could do was try to maintain his balance and move with the rhythm of their thrusts as they used him. His body was racked with pleasure. Jenny's cock hit his prostate once again and that was all Michael could take. He felt his orgasm wash over him. Cum burst from his spasming member as Michael's hips seized. As he came with each spurt from his cock he wrapped his mouth tightly around Alexis's shaft. 

Alexis groaned from the pressure. She desperately needed release. Slipping her shaft down his throat, she fucked Michael's mouth with quick pumps. She threw her head back, tossing her hair, as she enjoyed the heat and pressure his lips held around her shaft. 

"I'm so close," Alexis breathed heavily.

Michael kept his lips squeezed tight while his tongue licked the underside of her member. His body was hot from the piston working in his ass. 

"Yes," was all Alexis could gasp with her eyes closed and head back.

Holding her cock down Michael's throat, she burst. A rush of pleasure spread from her midsection through the head of her member. Cum quickly shot into Michael's mouth. He tried to swallow what he could but he gagged. This sent Alexis's spasming member slipping out past his lips. 

Shots of cum painted Michael's face. His hand still holding the base of her shaft, he pumped Alexis in rhythm with her orgasm. Licking the head of her cock, Michael squeezed every last drop from her that he could. 

This had Jenny in full heat. She thrust her hips roughly into him. The pain increased for Michael as she had her way with him. With Jenny's orgasm approaching rapidly she fucked him long and hard. She brought her shaft nearly all the way out before slamming herself back into him. The sound of Jenny's heavy breathing and the slapping of her balls against his backside was all that could be heard throughout the room. After a final thrust deep into Michael she arched her back and threw her hips into him. A flood of cum entered Michael's ass as Jenny blew her load. 

"Aghhh," she gasped, her mind splitting from pleasure. 

Her whole world centered on her erupting member as the warm deposit filled Michael's ass. Shallows breaths escaped her lips. Her weak legs shook under fatigue. Once she was spent Jenny pulled her cock out of Michael's behind. She was so tired that she nearly collapsed on top of him. 

The sudden wet emptiness disappointed Michael. He had enjoyed the feeling of fullness and the stimulation of his prostate. Even though his mouth and ass were ravaged and full of cum he wore the biggest goofiest smile across his face. But still his weary mind could think of little more than passing out. His body swayed as his arms and legs shook.

Michael took a deep breath and then his arms gave away. He fell onto the bed sheets into a small pool of his own cum, his faced buried in the pillow. Alexis ran her hand through his hair as Michael drifted off. The warm envelope of sleep approaching. Alexis turned herself to lie against him. Her head rested against his shoulder as locks of hair matted to her forehead. They were all a huddled mass of sweat and heavy breathing. Letting fatigue take over in the early hours of the morning, the three passed out sprawled in a messy heap.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 04



Monday started like the beginning of any other working week. I carried my briefcase past reception and climbed the stairs to my office. Alison, my secretary, had coffee brewing and brought my first mug of the day to my desk. She paused; looking at me with curiosity, then shook her head and left, closing the door gently behind her. I shrugged and settled down with my briefcase. Flicking open the catches, I slid out the report I had intended to read at the weekend, before Joanna had distracted me. An envelope slid from between the pages. The paper was thick and smooth, almost like card, and the flap had been tucked in, rather than stuck down. I unfastened the flap and took out two Polaroids, with a sheet of heavy paper folded around them. The paper was a note, handwritten in beautifully styled handwriting. The ink was a deep, royal blue and appeared to be lightly scented. I read the note; which said,

“Dearest Colin,

I loved being with you. You made me into a proper woman and I want to make love with you again and again. I hope you feel the same about me. Perhaps you could visit me while I’m at university. I don’t think I can wait until I come home again. I think I love you.

I’ve sent you something to remind you of me.

Joanna”

I turned the polaroids face up. One was of Joanna grinning into the camera lens, her smile bright and wide. I could almost hear her throaty giggle as I looked at her face. The other was of Joanna, naked, sprawled across her narrow bed in the university hall of residence. She was wearing a smile and the watch I had given her the day she left for the first term. Across the white strip on the bottom of each photograph she had written ‘Love, J’

The rest of the day sped by in a blur of work. My staff were almost panting to keep up with me. This drew puzzled looks from them because, normally, Mondays were days of finding balance and easing gradually into the stream of work. By four thirty we had cleared our desks and I packed my briefcase and gave my colleagues an early finish for the day. This raised a please, but surprised, eyebrow from everyone. Most of them were used to leaving while I remained closeted in my office, sometimes until eight o’clock.

The drive home seemed to rush past in a blur. I am sure that I paid no attention to the road and it is probably luck, rather than skill and judgment, that prevented me from crashing. Sliding my car into my usual slot in the car park I grabbed my briefcase and made my way up the stairs to my flat. Pauline was on the stairs, having just finished a shift at the local hospital. She looked across as we unlocked our doors and, taking a deep breath, spoke.

“Colin, I’ve made dinner for two this evening. I’d got so used to feeding Joanna that I made a big casserole. Would you join me? It’ll just go to waste otherwise.”

“Pauline, I’d love to, but you’ll have to let me contribute. How about if I bring a bottle of wine?”

“You don’t have to bring anything, I’ll be glad of some company. But if you insist…”

“I insist, what do you prefer?”

“White, something light and dry.”

“Fine and I’ll bring some of that coffee you like.”

“Are you sure? I never seem to have time to shop in town for that sort of thing.”

“Of course I’m sure.”

“Fine, about seven then? Give me chance to change out of my uniform.”

“Until seven.”

On that note, we stepped through our front doors. I hurried to the bedroom and laid out clothes for the evening. Normally I would change into jeans and t-shirt,, but tonight I decided on dark blue slacks and a pale cream shirt, no necktie. I ran my hand over my chin, checking for signs of stubble and decided that I did not need to shave again. A run through my hair with a comb and I decided that I was presentable enough for a meal with a friend. I chose a bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and a bag of ground coffee from my freezer.

Looking at my watch, I decided that I still had half an hour before I should go next door. Opening my briefcase I took out the two polaroids that Joanna had left there. One, the one where she was clothed, I carefully mounted in a picture frame I had been given for Christmas and the other I slipped between the pages of my book, so that I could look at her before I went to sleep each night. 

I collected the wine and coffee from the kitchen and stepped out of my front door, locking it securely. The sound of Pauline’s doorbell had barely echoed through her hallway before she was opening the door, swinging it wide and gently hugging me, as she kissed my cheek. Taking the wine and coffee, she led the way inside.

Pauline had change out of her nurse’s uniform into a caftan of flowing blue silk. She had bare feet and her hair was damp and sweet smelling from the shower. Her hair was redder than Joanna’s and her eyes more green than hazel. She had a slender figure, a little more curved than her daughter’s but still more girlish than womanly.

In the kitchen, she handed me a corkscrew and the wine, and I carefully pulled the cork. Two glasses stood on the counter and I poured wine into each. We carried our glasses over to the table where the casserole was steaming. I held Pauline’s seat as she sat down and she served us with meat in rich gravy and soft fluffy creamed potatoes.

The food was delicious and we talked about Joanna as wet ate. I drank only a little wine, but Pauline obviously enjoyed my choice. I had topped her glass up for the second time when she reached out and caught hold of my other hand.

“Colin, are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Of course, so I can have my wicked way with you.”

I had smiled as I replied, letting her know that I was teasing her and that she would be safe in my company. She seemed to blush, for a moment, and looked down at her empty plate. Then she looked up, directly into my eyes. I could not look away from her gaze as she spoke again, almost shyly, even though she must have known that she had me hypnotised with her gaze.

“You don’t need to get me drunk for that.”

“Pardon?”

“You don’t need to get me drunk to have your wicked way with me.”

Pauline stood up and pulled on my hand. I stood in front of her, speechless, as she slipped her arms around me and lifted her face, lips parted. Her face was a little flushed from the wine, but I could see in her eyes that she knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled my head lower until our lips met. The hungry probing of her tongue and the feel of her lips against mine filled my brain with conflicting emotions and sensations. I could not help but recall Joanna’s kiss and then I was in the moment and all thoughts of anything other than Pauline’s urgent kisses and the heat of her body were banished from my mind.

I could feel her sinuous body through the thin silk of her caftan and it was obvious that she was naked beneath the material. The hard points of her nipples were pressed, through the cloth, against my chest and I could feel a flush of hot blood, as it rushed to her cheeks. I could smell her perfume in the hollow of her throat as she sucked on the tip of my tongue, drawing me into her mouth. We broke the kiss and she murmured into my ear.

“Colin, I want you, please?”

Her voice quavered and broke a little on the last word, her breath the lightest of caresses against my skin. I honestly tried to resist, but my body seemed to want otherwise. Even the memory of Joanna only served to fuel my desire. I was uncomfortably hard and erect beneath the cloth of my slacks. Pauline pressed herself harder against me, feeling the stiffening bulge and she smiled against my neck. She took hold of my hand and led me to her bedroom. The covers were already turned down on the double bed and I realised that, if she had not been planning for us to make love, she was at least prepared. 

Her fingers were deft and sure as she unfastened the buttons on my shirt, one by one. Pushing the light cotton aside, she kissed my exposed chest, nuzzling my nipples, first one then the other, sucking and nipping them until they were as hard and erect as her own. Pulling my shirt free of my waistband, she slid her fingers down the front of my trousers, caressing me through the cloth. I could feel her touch and caress and groaned, deep within my chest, as her fingers traced the length of my cock through the material. Her fingers plucked at my belt buckle and unfastened my fly, letting my trousers fall in a heap around my ankles. She stroked the skin at my waist, slipping just her fingertips inside the elastic of my briefs. Her hands behind the cloth, she eased the material over the head of my cock, letting it spring free as she lowered my briefs to my knees, letting them fall to join my trousers. I wriggled my feet out of my shoes and socks and kicked the heap of material away, letting my shirt fall down my arms, to the floor.

Pauline was on her knees now, her mouth barely a hands breadth from the tip of my cock. The head of my cock was swollen and shiny and I could feel the throb of my blood pounding through it. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the skin of my thigh. I could feel the tip of her tongue tracing moist patterns as she laid a line of kisses along my thigh, closer and closer to my balls. Her cheek brushed my sac as she nipped lightly with her teeth. All she had to do was turn her head a little and her lips would be brushing the base of my hard cock. I was achingly erect, the hot blood pounding in my shaft as if it were ready to burst.

Pauline stood up and moved closer, so that the silk of her caftan brushed the tip of my cock, as it jutted out beneath my belly. Reaching behind her she undid the sash around her waist and then unfastened th tie at her neck. A single shrug of her shoulders sent the silk cascading down her body, catching on the tip of my cock for a moment and making me groan with desire. Pauline stood naked in front of me, her full breasts taut, nipples erect and pointed. I desperately conjured the image of Joanna, her daughter, but all that achieved was to excite me further.

Pauline stepped closer, pressing her body against me. I held her and bent my mouth to hers. She parted her lips eagerly sucking on my tongue as I slipped it into her mouth softly, at first, then harder, nipping at my lip with her teeth. My hands slid along her spine, until I could squeeze her bottom gently as I pressed her to me. Gasping we broke the kiss and she took my hand, leading me to her bed. She laid back, her head propped on a couple of pillows. I lowered myself to the bed beside her and, looking into her eyes, trailed my fingertips over the smooth curve of her belly, across the fullness of her breasts until I could pinch the hard bud of her nipple, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send sparks of anticipation through her nerves. She moaned in the back of her throat as I kissed the base of her neck, moving my lips lower and lower until I could kiss her breasts and taste the faintest trace of her sweat. 

My lips embraced her hard nipple and my tongue lashed gently across the swollen tip. My hand slid down the curve of her belly, lingering for a moment at her belly-button then dipping lower. Where Joanna had a faint down covering her pussy, Pauline was smooth skinned and bare, my fingers sliding smoothly to the join of her pussy lips. She groaned as my fingertip caressed her tender lips, stroking slowly down between her thighs. I could feel her pussy growing wetter as my fingertip travelled slowly back and forth, slipping deeper between her lips with every movement. Curling my finger, I discovered the hard nugget of her clit. My finger touched it lightly, making her whole body tremble as I ran my fingernail along the tiny shaft. She yelped in pleasured surprise as I flicked my fingernail across the sensitive tip.

“Christ!, Colin don’t stop!”

Slowly, I eased my finger out of her wetness. She was nowhere near as tight as Joanna, but she till caressed my finger with a ripple of her passage as I slid my finger out.

“Colin, you bastard! Make me come please.”

I slid my knee between her thighs and took hold of the base of my cock in one hand. With the other, I opened the sticky lips of her pussy. Resting the tip of my cock inside their warm embrace, I gradually eased my cock deeper into her moist, yielding pussy, The rim of my cock head brushed along the shaft of her hard clit and, at the same time, I gently nipped her nipple between my teeth. She seemed to erupt, thrusting upwards and wrapping her arms around me, pulling my cock deep into her. A weak cry slipped from between her lips as she trembled in my embrace. I could feel hot fluid gushing from her pussy and the air was filled with the tang of her excitement. The aroma was reminiscent of Joanna but muskier, somehow. 

I started to move inside her, long strokes, gentle and deep. She thrashed her head from side to side on the pillows and bucked her hips, our loins slapping together with a wet, smacking sound, then peeling apart. I could feel the sweat springing from my pores as I held back, resisting the urge to plunge and ravage her. Pauline bent her knees and wound her ankles around my calves, pulling me against her.

“Harder, Colin, harder, fuck me.”

I slid in and out smoothly, thrusting harder, ramming my cock deep into her hot pussy. I could feel the ripples building in her pussy, squeezing and caressing the length of my cock. Reaching down I caressed the hard button of her clit and she arched her whole body against me again. Her body shuddered as I pinned her down with my cock and stroked and pinched at her clit. Tears appeared in her eyes and the dark mascara and eye make-up ran onto her cheeks. She collapsed back against the bed, panting and breathless as I started to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy gently at first, but then thrusting viciously into her dripping slit.

“Oh God Colin, no! Don’t stop, come inside me.”

I closed my eyes and, in my mind, heard Joanna’s cries of orgasm. It was too much to bear and my cock stiffened painfully and them jerked again and again as I spurted ropes of watery cum into her pulsating womb. I could feel the jerk of my cock with every jet of cum, like the recoil of a rifle. Hot juices mingled and spilled over her shaven mound and the tops of her thighs as our bodies slapped wetly together.

It seemed as if the moment between heartbeats, while we came together, would stretch forever. I strained to pump the very last drop of my cum into her belly as Pauline strained against me, her limbs trembling like plucked bowstrings. The carefully applied make-up had run in dark streams around her eyes and her lip-gloss was smeared across her mouth. The last drops of cum spattered into her gaping pussy. My cock ached from the force of my spurts and, as I softened and slipped out of her I could hear the hiss of her breath as the cooler air played across the sensitive tissues of her pussy. The lips of her pussy looked tender and a little sore from the friction against my hard cock.

Gasping we lay side by side, our bodies lightly sheened with sweat. Rolling onto my side, I pulled her to me and kissed her gently and tenderly. I could see the lazy relaxed look in her green eyes and thought how feline she looked. We curled together like a pair of spoons and drifted into deep and, for me, dreamless sleep.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 04



Ok, so mom and girlfriend got turned into succubi, my brother got fucked to death and I had just been taken to Hell. Technically it wasn't Hell but it's some other dimension with demonic looking people so whatever. The point is, I was pretty fucked. 

How did I escape? Did I have some holy lock picks with me or do some Sherlock Holmes shit and really have the upper hand the entire time? No I suspect if I was like Holmes I would have evaded this mess quite handily. No, my solution, my salvation, I didn't quite see coming...

***

I lay in the bed chamber of some far away tower. I don't know for how long...time had no meaning here. The only way I knew time was even going forward at all was the fact that more succubi were filling up the place. Some were from the outside world, others I'm quite sure were my "daughters". Sometimes they would visit me. But only three were allowed to ride me. Lisa, my neighbor, Katie, my former girlfriend, and Jean, my mother.

My life had devolved into a series of fuckfests, waking up to one of them riding me and then blacking out. Repeat. Which wouldn't be so bad, all things considered, if I wasn't dying a little from each session. As far as I knew, I had only fathered Lisa and Katie's progeny, allowing them to spread even more of their demonspawn. My mother on the other hand, had gone to earn her "wings". Which is to say, she spent her time turning innocent women from the real world into a monsters like her. Only then, could she do that creepy bat wing stuff that Lisa did.

But now, it seemed her day had come, for my mother stood in the doorway of our chamber, her winged silhouette backlit by powerful red light. She wore some sort of crimson-magenta gown, clinging to her impossible figure, while strange black tattoos curled and snaked around her powerful thighs, twisted around her ripe breasts, all swirling around her sleek curves, emphasizing them as she moved across the room.

The tattoos reminded me of the vaguely Eastern influences I saw in Lisa's apartment, and the longer I looked at them, the more I thought I could see screaming faces in them. Faces of men she had consumed. Her tattoos marked her as a veteran, an apex predator of men. With her long red tresses falling to her thin waist, and her gorgeous face, she looked less and less like the woman who bore me into this world.

She sat down by my side, folding her wings back and idly stroking my cock, giving me that false, sweet smile that I found more unnerving than her actual cruelty. "My sweet son...my last son. It has been too long." she leaned over, letting the luscious orbs of her breasts graze my chest as she kissed me more intently than a mother should. But she wasn't exactly my mother. Not anymore. She sighed, running her hand through my hair, putting a finger underneath my chin. "Lisa and Katie have been hogging you, expanding our coven...I need you, a piece of you, to follow and learn from me, a piece of you that won't be subject to the stealing hours of time..." 

The outrageous peaks of her femininity loomed over my face, almost blocking out her own. Her tempting, alabaster globes pressed ever lower, precariously close to smothering me. "I need a daughter, and you will give me one, before your frail mortal shell sails into the shores of eternal midnight."

Her silvery voice tickled my ears, so musical and sweet to listen to if I didn't pay attention to its dark notes. It was an interesting thing, how verbose my mom had become since her change, perhaps using colorful language was a succubus' natural state, although maybe it was just her, Lisa seemed to be overly fond of modern speak.

"Well it's not like I have any choice in the matter..." I could kick and scream, struggle and shake within my restraints, but ultimately I would just be making it more painful for myself. Katie once broke my arms to keep me still, these creatures could not be denied.

"You certainly don't."

"So go ahead, but do me a favor. Just kill me...I'm tired of this slow death."

She paused her massaging of my cock, and gave me a surprisingly thoughtful and considerate look, all feigned of course, her voice full of false love. "No my sweetness, that is not my call to make...just relax...I'll take care of you..."

Her long red fingernails tantalized my chest, raking them down my belly as she let out a low, hungry growl. Her lips were like soft petals, kissing up from my groin, across my stomach, before settling on my mouth, her touch delicate yet loving. I felt the nipples on her soft mounds harden as she flattened them against me, a quiet moan seeping through her lips and into my mouth as the tip of her tongue played with mine.

I could feel the incredible softness of her skin as she laid her face against mine, her hot breath sending delicious tingles across my skin as her lips caressed my ear. "As we were, so shall we be again. We will become one once more, mother and son." She was almost panting with desire, a hot, breathy gasp burning my ear as she peeled her dress apart.

She sat on top of me, and I could only watch as with a quiet ripping sound, her intricate gown gave way to her ample, motherly flesh. The crimson fabric weakened under the pressure of her bountiful chest, as her breasts burst free of their constraints, gigantic and lush, they spilled out into a perfect teardrop shape. She let out a lustful sigh at the unleashing of her endowments, before tearing away the rest of dress.

My mind went blank at the sight of her heaving, succulent breasts. Her ripe mounds and wide, maternal hips marked her as one bursting with demonic fertility. I had to have her, all of her. She slowly brought herself down on top of me, letting her dangling, soft globes skim and drag against my face before pressing her warm body against me once more. She kissed me hard, licking my lips before staring into my eyes.

"I know you want me...I can loosen your restraints if you behave...but only if you're a good boy..." We both let out long sighs as we drank in each other's bodies. I nodded my head in agreement, and was relieved when I felt my wrists become free, allowing me to grope her with abandon. I guess she knew she didn't need me tied up during sex, only before and after, my arousal dominating any thoughts of rebellion.

"Feel them. Now." She brought my hands up to her perfect breasts, allowing my fingers to squeeze into her soft flesh. It was the first time I had ever felt up my mom before, and at that moment, I had no qualms about it, her luscious curves responding well to my fondling. She leaned in, grabbing my head as she mashed her lips to mine, a throaty moan blowing into my mouth as she reveled in my groping of her warm, flowing chest. 

While she plundered my lips, she positioned herself to be penetrated, my manhood swelling with desire as it ran up against her heated cleft, before she pushed me back down on the bed. Her smooth, red hair cascaded over my chest as she slowly impaled herself on me, her wide, cock engulfing hips consuming me utterly as she wrapped her sculpted thighs around me. I felt her soft, milky tits mash into my chest, god they were so good.

A groan of pleasure tumbled from my lips as her pussy sheathed itself over my cock like a second mouth, her inner walls clamping around my shaft as she squeezed my body to hers. A deep, satisfied sigh left her mouth as I felt her begin to ride me, her sex making slow, undulating motions around my cock as she drew out our pleasure with languorous throbs.

Her pussy was unlike any other pussy, it felt so snug, almost hot and drenched with her juices. I could feel her warmth spreading through my body. Perspiration formed on us both as her inner heat bloomed within, sending tingles down my shaft and all around my body, all the while I felt the soft delight of her round ass cheeks bouncing down on me. 

Her womanhood squeezed and contracted around my cock, her inner walls melting around my head and shaft, linking our nerves together, making us experience every pleasure as one. Her claws dug into my chest, pinning me down as the silken mountains of her breasts swayed just out of my reach to suck and kiss, teasing me with their inviting softness as they bounced and slapped against each other.

She must have felt my frustration, for only a moment passed before she mashed my face into her chest, letting my tongue and lips ravish her warm, dewy breasts, her flesh trembling with lustful vitality. Her head rolled back into the air as she kept me buried in her plump bosom, moaning, lost in her pleasure, while her flowing sex gushed juices onto the feathery sheets.

Our vigorous humping had made us both break out in a sweat, the feel of her moist, satiny skin writhing against me made me want to pop right there. But she knew how to wring every last bit of pleasure out of me. I felt her lick against my neck, moving up to my lips as she buried her tongue in my mouth.

Her hot breath seared my ear as she dug her claws into my shoulders. "Flesh of my flesh...mmmh my son...it is time....seed my garden..." Her voice combined with her slow yet intense contractions of her powerful inner walls sent me over the edge. I gasped in pleasure and pain, grabbing my chest as I heard my heart thunder in my ears, the veins on my skin rising to the surface as I flooded her sex with with my semen, her infernal depths sucking my offering of seed and soul with inhuman vigor.

She ran her hands through her hair as she milked my shaft, thrusting her hips against me with passion as she screamed at the top of her lungs, her screams cut off with a gasp each time she felt another thick strand of my seed jet inside her. She thrust her breasts forward as she arched her back, forcing my numb hands around her silken mounds. I saw the demonic tattoos writhe and snake around her breasts, before joining together around her sopping sex and glowing with unholy light. I could hear the whispers of the damned as I felt her pussy grab down more on my cock, drawing me in as if it were going to suck my entire body down.

She reached down to smother my lips in hers, stealing my breath as she moaned into my mouth, her body still convulsing in orgasm as she tightened her thighs around me, her feet locking together as they dug into my back. I prepared to die, I knew this was it. She had gotten carried away and was now going to finish the job. Our heartbeats were one, mine slow and stammering, hers loud and powerful.

I welcomed death within her lips, within the warmth of her tender breasts, her firm, heavenly flesh sliding over my chest with irresistible softness. But then with a deep sigh she pulled away. The black coals of her eyes lightened into diamond blue, her self-control reasserting itself as her greedy lips let go of my cock. 

When I had been inside her it was as if she had torn down a dam, letting me come without end. Now only a dribble escaped, like a shut-off fire hose. My abdominal muscles had been worked beyond belief, I couldn't feel them, as my mother grabbed me and laid down underneath me, letting my face rest between the valley of her jutting, plush breasts. She let out an orgasmic sigh as she twirled my hair, wrapping one of her legs around me as more of her heavy bosom pressed against my face. She felt so warm, soft and deliciously welcoming...like Katie...that I almost forgot she had just pushed me closer to death.

Already I felt more drained, more so than a man normally would after sex. My head was still buzzing in the heady after-glow of sexual bliss, but I felt my chest heaving, and with a phlegm ridden cough a trickle of blood flew out of my mouth, speckling onto her ivory globes. It was disturbing to watch how she made reality her plaything, how she turned my flecks of blood into ribbons of vivid crimson, which then morphed into a screaming face...my face, before melding with the dancing shadows of her demonic tattoos.

She looked at me unconcerned, putting her hand on my forehead as she did when I was a boy. "Oh my baby...you poor thing..." she cooed, her mocking voice making me want to slap her across the face even though I couldn't so much as lift my head. "I'll make sure your final day is something special..." She ran a finger over one of the tattoos, caressing the lush slopes of her breasts, picking a single droplet of my blood before sucking the entirety of her finger between her pouting lips. "Mmmm...the souls of the damned like the taste of you...they call to you my son..."

Right then the room darkened as the sound of wind rushed through the chamber, followed by a blood curdling scream as my mother arched her back and bucked her hips to some invisible lover. It was as if she had become possessed, well even more possessed, as juices flowed from her sex and down her toned thighs. I felt her fingers squeeze so hard around my arm I thought she was going to break it, until she relaxed and slammed back down into the bed, rapid gasps escaping her throat as her creamy breasts heaved from her desperate breaths. 

This happened every time I was with Lisa and Katie and I still didn't know what it was, only that it scared the shit out of me. There was a pleasurable lilt to her voice as she recovered from her violent orgasm, her graceful hands moving down to her belly. "Ahh...that was the sound of innocence falling into our embrace..." She looked at me, her pupils wide from infernal euphoria. "I am a mother once more."

Now that I wasn't blinded by the haze of my lust, the gravity of what I had just done hit me, revolted me to my core. I had become used to the idea that I was furthering Lisa's plans whenever she or Katie rode me...but to do it with my mother? That messed me up.

She saw my forlorn face, and drew me close, letting her hard nipples and the rest of her sinfully soft mounds squish into my chest as she breathed in my ear. "Every time conception occurs, the angel Lailah sends a pure, innocent soul into that womb. Lucky for us, the good angel never bothers to see who the soul goes to." She moved my hands down her silky, taut stomach, letting me feel the growing heat around her belly. "Not so lucky for the soul, they are caught in a scorching cauldron of lust and deceit, their purity torn away instantly. What you heard was their final scream before embracing their downfall..."

There mere idea sent chills down my spine. "Wow...that's super fucked up..." Mom only nuzzled in contentment in to my neck, wrapping herself around me like a prized possession. Her gentle, loving embrace was so very tempting to fall asleep into, her soft curves entwining my body so exquisitely, but I could not pass out. Throughout her slumber, I could hear the whispers from her tattoos, the moans and cries of a thousand burning souls.

My eyes shot open when I heard the rasping whisper of my brother.

"Ruuun...nooow..."

*** 

I must have fallen asleep sometime, because when I woke up, my chains were freshly reattached and my mother was gone, but a new succubus instead was cuddling up next to me. This was odd. Though the other succubi were permitted to look and not fuck, I guess no one told 'em they couldn't hug me. Her face was veiled by a curtain of raven tresses, but I could still get a good peek at her features. 

The she-devil's visage was sleek and chiseled, yet still feminine, her skin having an odd olive complexion, odd if only because most succubi bleach out upon embracing their change. Every once in a while I had seen the ones that used to be black or Arab women, their skin often fading into a dark gray, but there were always some outliers, the corruption process was not always predictable.

Her breasts were massive and perky, upturned mountains of softness that rested on my chest, which even now, I could feel them radiate heat into my skin, the metabolism of these creatures being like a furnace, always hot, always hungry to devour souls. When she stirred, a few strands of hair fell away from her sleeping face, and I had to stifle a gasp.

This was no woman from the outside world enslaved to a demonic existence.

This was one of my daughters. She had some of the adorable sweetness of Katie's face and some features from the female side of my family, namely my mom. Going by her womanly looks and ample chest, she had to have been one of the first daughters, as succubi, when born from another, while stacked and fully grown at birth, tend to be more girly in demeanor and appearance until they fully blossom.

Her eye lids parted, revealing piercing, indigo cat eyes while an all too familiar smile spread across her face. She stretched across me, my body tingling as her smooth skin slid over mine. She licked my neck, giving me a peck on the lips before staring into my eyes. "Hello father..."

"Uh...hey?"

She pressed her lithe, voluptuous form against me, resting her head to my chest as she listened to my heartbeat. "Mmmm...your heart is like a robin...fast and fluttering..." She looked up at me like a long lost lover, her pupils saucery as her lips pouted. "I'm going to take your soul."

Well that wasn't terribly surprising, but her directness took me off guard. "I see. When did you decide to do this?"

"When we were stealing from the angels in New Eden." she said matter of factly.

New Eden? Just where the hell was I? I didn't know but played it cool. "Oh...I think Lisa might give you a little trouble for that..."

Her face hardened and then surprised me with a deep kiss, her mouth attacking mine as our tongues collided, forcing hers deeper into my mouth as she clutched my head in an iron grip, preventing me from breaking away from her lustful feast. I felt the delightful weight of her heavy mounds sink into my chest as she spared no passion in swapping her saliva with mine, our lips locking together like a puzzle while she moaned into my mouth. I panicked and struggled when I felt her tongue puncture my own, injecting something inside, painful at first and then pleasant. She pulled back, her teeth grazing my lower lip as she licked her own.

She leaned closer to my ear, speaking in a hushed, conspiratorial tone. "Now we can speak without sound." I heard her voice whisper through my head, my tongue tingling as it acted as a receiver. "The one you speak of as Lisa...K'ama-handra...I will kill her before I make you mine." Well that was simple. I sighed, breathing in of her sweet fragrance as I contemplated how to use this to my advantage.

"You know...she does have an entire army of creatures just like you...just sayin'..."

Her eyes brightened and her smile widened into something that made me want to jump out a window. "No...not just like me. We will escape once I have drank of her beating heart. And then I will take your soul. So fraught with the pain of loss and betrayal and drawn out with exquisite suffering, your despair will empower me to found my own coven." She ran her fingers down my cock, her eyes dilating to her illicit touch. "The seed of a man who has lost everything...who has lost love...is the most potent of all. But K'ama-handra wastes it, making more succubi when she could take it for herself..."

Ah so there it was. I was wondering why all this effort for a half dead guy who wouldn't be worth the effort in the real world. At least they're consistent. "Sounds great but oh crap..." The chamber doors burst open in blinding light, and I could tell from the powerful silhouette that Lisa had arrived.

She sashayed forward, walking with pride as her supple breasts swayed within the rich, purple silks adorning her curves, her pale skin complimented beautifully by the royal color. She looked at the succubus with scorn in her eyes as more succubi filed in behind her. "Primaphela, you're not allowed to be in here."

The new succubus, Primaphela I guess, feigned innocence, batting her eyes at the dominant woman. "I'm sorry mistress but there weren't any rules about kissing so I gues-"




The Girl Next Door Ch. 04



Lisa cut her off, snapping her fingers as the various succubi took up positions in the room. "There are now. Now move, the ley lines are strongest here, we need this room." Primaphela glanced back at me, giving me a knowing smile before jumping off the bed, crossing her arms as she feigned disappointment with her mistress.

Lisa strode towards me, a deranged gleam in her eyes as she sat on the edge of my bed. She ran the back of her hand across my face, like a mother would checking her child for a fever. "Oh my...you haven't got long at all..." When she caught me staring at her bulging cleavage, she pulled the purple folds of her dress down even more, her heavy globes giving a slight jiggle as they verged on spilling over. "Looks like mother dearest took more than her fair share, but no matter. We have more than a replacement, we have the future." She gestured to the doorway, more radiant light shone through, but then I saw some movement. 

I clenched my hands in fear as I strained to get a closer look. The light seemed to move behind...someone. And then it all became clear. "You...you captured an angel?" The creature was the very image of majesty, her hair falling down her shoulders like molten gold, highlighting the generous swells and valleys of her ultra feminine form.

"Not just any angel...Sons of God and Sons of Adam are blessed...or more rightly, cursed, to be unable to receive our blessing without dying..." Oh shit. This wasn't going to end well. "His female creations on the other hand...are far more susceptible and accepting of our dark embrace."

The angel had bright blue eyes, her wings replete with stark white feathers, her skin as white as virgin snow, almost painful to look upon. Even in sadness she looked heavenly, her tears ran like rivers of crystal, down her rosy cheeks and into the healthy expanse of her bounteous breasts. The valley of her cleavage rose and fell to the rhythm of her musical sobs, her ivory mounds beginning to moisten under her pure tears, glistening as if showered with fresh spring rains.

Lisa's voice broke me out of my admiration of such divinity. "Imagine...such purity, repurposed to our cause. Soon she will not be sending souls of the innocent into the wombs of the Lilim, but rather the souls of the Lilim into the wombs of the innocent!"

Holy shit. That explains why the angel was so beautiful, so impossibly female in her form. The Angel of Conception. "That's...Lailah!?"

Lisa nodded. "The one and only. The Most High was wise to make only one of his angels female, if only he had given her better protectors..." If only the poor girl was never created in the first place or if only Lisa wasn't such an evil bitch. I could only imagine the ordeal Lailah was going through right now. "When she is ours, we will spread globally, millions of unsuspecting women will birth Lilith's daughters and when creation is undone...it will not be to pestilence, war, famine or death...but lust, endless lust!"

One final succubus entered the room. She stretched out her arms and legs, bouncing about as if she was about to run a marathon. When she turned around, I did a double take, and then a triple take. It was Katie. She ran her fingers down the abundant swells of Lailah's chest, gently squeezing and sinking her fingers into her soft mounds, before sliding her hands down her flared hips and groping up her inner thighs. 

I watched as Katie moaned suggestively, relishing the perverse feel of letting her demonic tail slide out from under her spine, letting her sinuous length twist and writhe between her lush ass cheeks, before teasing and stroking the dainty legs of the angel, drawing out the build-up before her fateful plunge as much as possible. It seemed Katie was going to earn her wings by corrupting an angel, who must have been worth at least a thousand mortal women.

"Perhaps when she is done, we will celebrate by feeding her your soul." said Lisa, looking on admiringly as Katie licked up and down Lailah's elegant neck, groping the angel's rounded bottom with sinful relish. "In fact that is what we will do." She looked back to me, noticing my despondent expression. "Oh stop it, you will love it, Mr. Just-kill-me! There are worse ways to go than with an angel..."

That's true, ever since I got here all I looked forward to was death. But now, even with a chance of momentary escape, I wanted to live. I looked across the room to Primaphela, trying to use the weird little thing she put in my tongue. 

"You hear all that?" She nodded. "Look lady if you ever want a chance of taking a bite out of my soul, today is the fuckin day! Do whatever you're gonna do, save the angel, eat some hearts, do something!"

Her voice raced back into my mind like a crowbar to my head. "You do not tell me what to do mortal! We do this my way!"

Great. I slunk back into the pillows as a scene of debauchery and tragedy began to unfold. Lailah stood on her tip toes, pushing herself back as much as possible as Katie's tail inched and slithered along her inner thigh, pointing unerringly at her vulnerable slit, eager to bring another innocent into darkness.

I prayed Primaphela would do something. I prayed for anything. 

I had already seen too many angels fall.



The Girl Next Door Ch. 05



NOTE: All the characters in this story are above 18 years old. 





In the dim room I laid, surrounded by a circle of sex fiends, their leader by my side as we took in the most tragic spectacle of all: the fall of an angel. Even in darkness, the light of heaven seemed to fall on her, highlighting her like a lone lamb before the wolves.

Lailah, the angel, looked at me pleadingly, her misty, blue eyes meeting mine, searching for any help or sympathy. I had plenty of the latter but none of the former, my hands just as chained as hers. There were great, iron restraints clasped over her wings, magical runes sparking to life each time she tried to break out of them.

Her golden hair curved around her luminescent globes like swirled honey, emphasizing the soft, round shape of her tits as they trembled within her ethereal dress. I could see the glowing outline of her curvaceous body writhing and shivering underneath the billowing white silk. The heavy peaks of her buxom chest bobbed and quaked to her movements, her body shivering to the traitorous feelings of arousal instilled by the succubus.

Katie, the succubus, ran her tongue along the angel's neck, moaning like a whore, grazing her lips before pulling down to her midriff, ripping away a piece of white gossamer cloth and revealing a taut, shapely belly, writhing to Katie's tantalizing touch. 

Katie's locks had lengthened since her damnation, reaching down her sleek back like a waterfall of ebony, brushing the firm swells of her curvaceous bottom. Runnels of sweat streamed down the back of her legs, as she began to grind herself against Lailah's thigh, a low moan leaving her lips as she indulged herself.

Lailah stood in stark contrast to everyone else in the room, her bright, glowing form sending rays of light over the assemblage of succubi. Katie was like a shadow before her light, her ample curves cast in silhouette, her ripe, feminine endowments jiggling as she groped and entwined herself around the pure angel's own voluptuous form. 

I watched as Katie gripped the angel by the waist, her claws squeezing and kneading the thick yet shapely mounds of her ass. Lailah moaned in dissent, turning her head away as the succubus came in for a kiss. Katie's supernaturally long tongue licked along her neck instead, sliding over the angel's supple skin, immaculate and glowing with her inner virtue.

Lisa, or K'ama-handra, as her coven called her, leaned back with me on the bed as we took in the twisted display. Her breasts provided me the ultimate torment, being able to just see the upper swells of her milky globes, the rest of their smooth fullness wrapped and pushed up by bands of purple silk. She kept the palm of her hand stroking my cock, still eager for a feminine touch even after my fuckfest from the previous night.

Her moist lips came to the edge of my ear. "When the sweet little angel has fallen...she will drink of all the suffering and despair your soul has to offer...and then the end of creation shall follow!" she said it with casual excitement, as if world ending was just another hobby of hers. I looked to Primaphela, one of my demonic daughters, from across the room.

Using the telepathic device she implanted in my tongue, I made my silent words resound through the ocean of silence that separated us. "DO SOMETHING NOW!". My life and that of Lailah's were on the line. Shit, the fate of all of existence was on the line! But did she do something? Nope. She just shrugged her shoulders and wandered off into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Katie had torn away Lailah's white gown, letting the angel's large, pearlescent breasts bounce forth, her smooth, creamy mounds glowing with holy light as the succubus pawed lustfully at their yielding softness. Lailah shuddered as Katie sucked upon her breasts, her stomach writhing as Katie's tail teased her pussy, tracing around her lips, and trailing in between her angelic ass cheeks, her demonic tail leaving behind an oily smear of her arousal as it caressed her silky skin.

Lailah looked away from the violation of her body, staring up into the ceiling. "Lord help me! Your most faithful servan-" she was cut short as Katie's tail impaled her womanhood, easily parting through her folds as the angel's inner walls instinctively clutched onto the thick intruder. "NOOOO!" It was then Katie grabbed her by the face, giving her a messy kiss, devouring the poor woman's lips.

The angel's eyes broadcast bewilderment and fear. Katie had pressed herself against her, her huge tits rubbing against Lailah's pouting endowments, moaning into the angel's mouth as she savored the sensation of penetration. I could see Katie's muscular bottom bounce as she did some exploratory thrusts, the sides of her firm cheeks flexing with each movement while their combined perspiration made their soft globes slide against each other like dueling peaks of carnal flesh.

As Katie moaned, a screaming gale of wind rushed through the room, making some of the assembled succubi scream in turn, others catching on fire instantly. The succubi linked their hands together, chanting some sort of ancient language as glowing red lines spread underneath the floor, their bodies beginning to smoke as a golden light emanated from Lailah's radiant skin.

Lailah was no simple woman, and it looked like God had imbued his angels with a little more resistance to corruption than he did his mortals. A prominent halo of white light appeared above her head. Lisa had me pushed down into the bed with one hand as she shouted orders to her fellow succubi. "Do not stop! Die for me and know Lilith's paradise!" Some of the succubi at the outer edges of the circle were beginning to disintegrate, turning into glowing cinders as more golden light and howling gusts of wind emanated from Lailah.

Katie was no longer so eager in her lewd attentions, in fact the only thing she seemed to be doing was holding very still, her tail making slight motions while she kept Lailah sealed to her lips. I could see her starting to struggle, beginning to slip away from the angel as the edges of her hair began to sizzle, her skin starting to redden, like a really bad sun burn was about to set in. 

Lisa screamed, now putting her own thoughts and power to the ritual her diminishing ranks were failing to uphold. "Do not yield Mephala! We have come too far to turn back, to fail Lilith!" Mephala. Guess that was Katie's new name. Made me wonder what mom's new name was, not that it mattered. I was captivated by the fear that filled Lisa's voice, the desperation that gave new light to her eyes. 

For once in her long, twisted fuckin life, the bitch tasted doubt and hardship. The possibility that things might not go her way. If Katie failed, we would all likely be incinerated, but I didn't care, seeing Lisa in this light made it worth it, and put a big smile on my face, while more and more of her sisters turned to dust in the howling winds.

Lailah's moans of ecstasy resonated through the room, as if they were coming out of her body rather than her mouth. But I knew her sounds were of unwanted pleasure and deep down...fear. Her glowing limbs thrashed in her restraints, the intensity of her holy defense seemingly winding down. Her breasts looked like glowing suns, bouncing orbs of pure light, her body like a supernova, the after-image of her succulent juggs imprinted upon my retina even as I shut my eyes. 

Not using my eyes, I became ultra-aware of the room's soundscape. The cracking of the stone ceiling, Katie's flesh slapping against the angel, Lailah's bellows of defiance and arousal, and the sound of flames on wood as my bedposts caught on fire, heat licking at my feet, already beginning to redden my toes. It reached its crescendo with the loud but short scream of another succubus bursting into flame, prompting me to open my eyes and take a certain joy that only nine of the original circle remained.

And then, as quick as it began, it ended. The howling silenced, the white halo faded, and Lailah's overwhelming radiance retreated back into the pleasant and heavenly complexion she had when she first entered the room. Lisa slumped back onto the bed, gasping for air as smoke rose out of her mouth, while of the assembled succubi, one was burnt to a marshmallow crisp while the others were beet red, looking like classical portrayals of their kind.

Katie looked like she had just gotten some sun on the beach. Runnels of sweat and steam simmered off her back, and she, like the rest of her kind, were quickly healing and returning back to normal. Lisa rose up behind me, resting her head on my shoulder as her tits squeezed into my side.

"Phew...wow...that was close..." her voice revealed an uncharacteristic amount of relief and surprise, and realizing there were still some eyes on her, she quickly changed her tone. "But I knew we had it, Lilith had foreseen it! Well done sisters, we have drained the angel of her holy defenses..." She looked to Katie, who had paused in her ministrations. "Mephala...defile her in Lilith's name!"

"With pleasure mistress!" Katie renewed her thrusting, shooting her tail back up into the angel's engorged sex, her swollen pussy lips eagerly gripping around the wriggling length. Lailah shuddered at the extreme pleasure, her pleas to her lord now impotent, her divine intervention used up, she was left wide open to the touch of the succubus. 

Katie's tongue was buried down the squirming angel's throat as her hands swam through the divine being's golden hair and clamped down around her head in complete control. Lailah's hands and feet jerked in panic and pleasure at her violation, her whines and whimpers perversely arousing. A sickening liquid sound was shared between the two, as if Katie was pumping something into her mouth, causing the angel to spasm even more, her screams of terror muffled down Katie's throat.

With one final convulsion and a loud moan of mutual pleasure, both of the beauties shuddered, Lailah's lively eyes glazing over, the fight finally sucked out of her. Her struggling body had slackened, and with no will to mount a defense, her sexual instinct eagerly aided in her downfall, her hips beginning to sway and meet Katie's thrusts.

I knew what she was going through, the sheer helplessness, the fight within her mind to break out of her daze. All useless before the touch of the succubus. That was their greatest weapon, to make the innocent want, clamor and beg for their spiritual defilement. First the body would betray them...and then the mind.

I watched as Lailah's slim legs wrapped around Katie, her delicate feet locking around her toned ass. My eyes drifted down to the bluish ebony tail that sawed into her engorged pussy, its rippling length gleaming with their combined juices. With each slam of the hips I saw Lailah's large breasts bounce back and forth in a violent rhythm, her resplendent blonde hair now soaked around the curvature of luscious bosom, her wet, golden locks framing her silvery white mounds like a silken filigree. The very image of purity ransacked with lust.

Yet, I knew she had so much far to go. I looked around the room, looking for Primaphela. Where was she? The surviving succubi had their eyes locked on the dark ravishment before them, while Lisa looked on intently, rubbing her pussy underneath her silken chemise, a wet spot developing around her crotch while her other hand squeezed around her massive breasts. Her fingers fumbled to peel away the silk covering her ripe tits, the purple covering slowly coming undone like a second skin, letting the smooth flesh that was only hinted at before, explode out into a valley of feminine bounty.  

I admit, with all the horrible shit going on around me, still all I wanted to do was mash my face into her cleavage and fuck her until I die. Even though she was the woman who put me in this mess and took away my family...her beauty was not diminished one bit by her cruelty.

My head turned back when I heard Katie moan in delight, her thrusting pace having picked up. Though I never knew Lailah, watching her downfall was many times more painful than that of my own family, but just as arousing, much to my shame. I knew her time had come when Katie let loose a piercing cry, her sound the epitome of inhuman. She wrapped her legs around the angel and hopped on her waist, the two completely entangled with each other as her tail jerked in release while she sank her fangs into her neck.

Lailah turned her face to the side, offering her neck to Katie as she looked at me with glassy eyes. Her dewy lips were pursed, her breathing shallow, as instead of a scream, only a pleasure filled whimper left her mouth. I could see Katie's corrupting essence ooze down the side of her throat, the black fluids marring her elegant, swan like neck.

All the while the angel's body convulsed as Katie pumped the gift of Lilith into her all too welcoming womb, Lailah's pussy lips gripping her thick tail desperately as her whimpers turned into moans. Katie clawed her nails down Lailah's back as her round ass cheeks bounced and flexed to the pulsating throbs of her tail, an orgasmic gasp escaping her throat every time she spurt another strand of her black venom deep into her victim's body.

I could see great lines of her wicked fluids trail down Lailah's shaking thighs, staining her shapely legs like spilled ink on parchment. Lailah had become less sedate, great pleasure having enlivening her awareness as she thrust her chest out, rubbing her vast, angelic breasts against Katie's own titanic rack, the two getting off on the twin pleasures of mashing their nipples together.

As Lailah's wanton moans carried out over the assemblage of succubi, I saw the dark touch assert itself over her body. Her wings broke free from their restraints, thrashing and sending radiant white feathers into the darkness. The feathers still attached to her wings began to gray, moulting off and revealing a fine plumage of shining black feathers underneath.

A thin layer of sweat had developed over the angel's gyrating body, and I could see delicate drops of perspiration bead off the sides of her large, snow-white breasts, the majority of her globes covered up by Katie's massive pair of squeezing tits. Unlike my mother or Katie, she never passed out from the pleasure, and I could see that crucial moment when a life of purity ended and a life of sin began.

Lailah's head arched back into the air, her body tensing while Katie kept her fangs embedded in her neck, having pumped in more than enough of her foul essence to damn her, letting it drizzle between the soft, milky valley of the angel's cleavage. Her innocent face was illuminated by a sole torchlight hanging by the ceiling, and in that light, I saw the look of primal terror and arousal.

Her lips parted as a loud moan left her throat, her soul helpless before Katie's onslaught. Slowly, I could see darkness pour into her crystal blue eyes, like clouds of black oil swirling around her irises before solidifying into solid black, her eyes now like infernal gem stones. She gasped and shuddered to the strange yet pleasant sensation of being penetrated by darkness, her giant breasts thrusting out as she convulsed in orgasmic delight. 

Katie held on tighter as the angel twitched in her grip, pressing her fangs further into her neck and moaning louder than ever, the exact moment of the angel's downfall no doubt sending her pangs of ecstasy. With a quiet gasp, Lailah finally surrendered, her body going slack once more in Katie's arms. 

When her face rose back up, gone was the lost and confused angel. In her stead was a creature of supreme confidence, reveling in her fallen nature.

With a hiss her fangs lengthened into existence, before she sank them into Katie's neck, both moaning at the perverse sensation as more changes worked themselves over Lailah's body. Both of the vixens now quaked in pleasure, as Lailah's corrupting fluids flowed from Katie's neck and down her toned back, while Lailah's belly wriggled and writhed, slick with the moisture of their arousal, the smooth contours of her stomach illuminated beautifully in the warm light.

As both moaned into each other's necks, I could see the angel's luminescent skin rapidly dim into paleness, the heavenly light that resided in her complexion taking leave of her sinful form, while the swirls and curls of her brilliant golden hair became impossibly straight, her golden locks paling and becoming almost white. 

Along the sides of her belly formed a liquid coating, stretching along her skin and reaching up to cup her overripe boobs, like an organic brassiere, before two thin lines of the stuff descended high from her hips, meeting around her pussy like an organic g-string. Some kind of suit it seemed, symbolizing her service to Lilith. Whatever it was made of, seemed to induce great pleasure for the angel, moaning louder and louder as her body writhed to its oily smooth touch, bonding together forever.

By the time she had pulled away from Katie's throat, her body was no longer blindingly painful to look upon, her black wings now falling down by her sides, catching the light in ways that made my skin crawl. Her suit, still leaving plenty of windows of skin to ogle, reflected similarly in the light, looking black but with dark greens, blues and purples mixed in, like the feather colors of a grackle.

The angel's lustful awakening at an end, Katie unwrapped her legs from the divine creature, pulling her slick tail out at the same time, much to their mutual disappointment, if their whimpers were anything to go by. 

A new pleasure began for Katie as she stood on her tip toes, a quiet, breathy moan seeping from her lips as two colossal bat wings melted out of her back, her skin parting like wax before the demonic wingspan.

My former girlfriend gave Lisa a subtle nod, thanking her for this opportunity. The defiling of an angel had earned her a set of wings that dwarfed even Lisa's pair, while Lailah's wings fluttered, sending a gust of air across the succubus circle, before folding them behind her back. Lailah's hand restraints came undone, letting her slump down from her enclosure and giving me a full view of her new form.

The robes she wore when she was in service to God hung around her waist like a makeshift sarong, the fair, white silk marred with claw marks, damp with sweat and arousal and stained with the dark essence that brought about her damnation. Her huge and perfectly shaped breasts bobbed and gleamed in the dim light, their sweeping slopes jealously guarded by her outfit and pushed together into delicious swells of tight cleavage. Her tits were so heavy and yet so shapely they defied reality, her wide hips and rounded bottom combined with her wicked countenance giving her the image of some twisted fertility goddess.

To see purity incarnate ruined so completely, brought me a new level of fear for these succubi that would haunt me for the rest of my days. She bowed before my bed, her voice just as melodious in her corruption as it was in her righteousness.

"Thank you mistress...for saving me from the path of the false god." She looked at Lisa with fierce devotion, her eyes like wells of gleaming ink. "Together, I know we can build a new world and lead mankind into the light."

"Of that I have no doubt, but first..." Lisa raised her hand in the air, and began whispering her chant, her black eyes focused on the splintered ceiling, before fleshy dark threads started to insinuate themselves in the cracks. One by one, little beams of sunlight were snuffed out until the ceiling looking like a heaving mass of alien tissue. "Let there be darkness!"

Lisa beckoned Lailah closer, running her tongue along her belly while her hands gripped the organic coverings that restrained the angel's hefty, supple globes. She moaned at Lisa's attentions, shivering as the head succubus darted her tongue into her vast and well-defined cleavage, leaving behind a shining trail of saliva around the upper swells of her breasts.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 05



Lisa came to the angel's ear, whispering too indistinct for me to hear, but for the occasional giggles they both emitted, Lailah sparing me an eerie glance from time to time. I knew what this was. The end. I hoped Primaphela was going to bring the cavalry. I doubted her ability to take out a full coven of succubi, her chances now all the more slim with a fallen angel on their side.

They broke away, with Lisa leaning back down to me while Lailah walked over to the right side of my bed, a malicious smile on her face. I felt the succubus kiss along my neck, running her hand through my hair for what would no doubt be her last time.

"Any last requests?" said Lisa, running her hand down my belly as her pouting endowments grazed my chest.

Strangely, only one thing came to mind. "Yeah, a question. How exactly did my brother summon you?"

Lisa laughed. "Oh my, that was a while back. You'll excuse my lack of modernity, I do try to keep up as I haven't been among your kind since the earliest parts of the last century, but he consulted a sort of oracle named...Gugel."

"Google? You've gotta be shitting me!" It all made sense, those endless nights when Ben was glued to his laptop, buying tons of candles, rose petals, chalk...I didn't think that crap actually worked! But the fact that it was so readily available made me wonder how often these ladies were summoned across the world, destroying the lives of the incautious and the innocents around them.

"Yes, as you can imagine, we were all quite pleased when the old ways survived into the modern age." She gave a wink to Lailah before turning back to me. "Now, enjoy your last ride..."

She hopped off the bed just as Lailah got on, her hands going for her sullied angelic gown and ripping it off, leaving nothing but the strange outfit that struck me as a mix of something demonic and something a stripper would wear. Her breasts were pressed together by what looked like hands, the fingers interlocking together to create a netted look around her bulging cleavage while the lower half of her outfit was like a black Baywatch suit, with an oval cut out in the middle to expose her sculpted midriff and an opening in the g-string portion, leaving her sopping pussy exposed.

She loomed over me, her colossal wingspan and gigantic breasts blocking my view of anything else as she wet her lips like a snake, her eyes almost like her fellow succubi in that they were pitch black, but for her irises, glowing like white halos in pools of ink. Her black lips wrinkled into a smile as she leaned over me, smelling and kissing my skin as she came up to my face, letting out a deep breath.

Her pussy began to grind against my cock, her supernatural juices producing a heightened tingling feeling as they soaked through my skin. Unlocking my hands from their restraints, she brought them to her chest, letting my fingers massage and knead the vast mounds of her chest, the material of her suit sensually smooth.

She moaned as I groped her sensitive flesh, and moaned even louder when somehow the upper half of her outfit just dissolved, the net of fingers around her cleavage snapping apart to the pressure of her heavy tits. Her breasts burst out of their restraints, plopping into my palms with pleasurable heft, like freshly picked fruit.

My hands were eager to sample the rest of her body, my primal hindbrain reveling in this feast of the feminine as my rational mind screamed for survival. It was a total erotic delight as my hands ran down her nubile form, my fingers encountering the suppleness of her suit before diving into the unreal softness of her skin, my hands fondling every last bit of her wide, fertile hips before settling on the full cheeks of her ass. 

I sighed when I felt the gentle softness of her tits slide up my belly before squishing into my chest, pressing on me like dollops of cream. She mashed them in harder as she kissed me deeply, sending her tongue down my throat, drinking in all of the various tints and hues of sorrow and despair that she was about to rip from my soul.

She exhaled as she pulled away, tracing a finger down my face. "Wonderful...simply wonderful. I am pleased my mistress is so generous for my-" Her monologuing was cut short when a loud ripping sound filled the air, followed by a chorus of surprised gasps. Lailah spun around, her wings folding back as we beheld the scene before us.

Lisa had a look of disbelief on her face as she looked down her chest and found an arm jutting through, holding her still beating heart, which looked more crystalline than organic, but still dripped pools of oil. Behind her stood none other than Primaphela, nuzzling and kissing her neck as she sported a cunning grin.

"Remember K'ama-handra, Ninety-Ninth Born of Our Mother Lilith...remember this day. Remember this lack of compassion, this lack of mercy, above all...remember a half-breed did this to you." The succubi in attendance had begun hissing and extending their claws, while Katie looked on with only what I could describe as...horror. "All those years ago...the day you insulted my heritage, was the day you truly died. "

Half-breed? Insult her heritage? Given that a good number of the succubi had been born as human, I was at a bit of a loss to what made Primaphela such a problem. Then again maybe it meant nothing, maybe she was using the nobler notion of revenge to disguise what this really was: a power grab.

Lisa's eyes fluttered as a torrent of black fluid poured out of her mouth. "You are not born of Hell, but you will be going there, and when The Great Deceiver throws you into the Lake of Fire...you will know, it was Primaphela, First Born of Mephala that put you there!" She pulled her arm out of the fist shaped hole and bit into Lisa's heart, simultaneously drinking and eating it as her former leader slumped on to the floor with a loud thud. 

Holy shit. It was right in front of me the whole time. Prima. First. Duh! My baby with Katie. The unborn child, one that was robbed of a normal life before she even knew what life was. Rivulets of black fluid dribbled down her massive, round breasts before tracing around her supple, olive skin. Some even streamed over the sides of her flared hips and trailed around the juicy curvature of her ass, jutting out so perfectly.

Even though she looked ready to fuck, as did all her sisters, what happened next told me she was also good for more than stabbing people in the back. With a piercing scream of outrage Lailah leapt off the bed, while another succubus closed the gap. As the succubus reached her before the angel, she was the first to experience Primaphela's tail shooting right through her eye and out the back of her head, before my daughter reached down to her chest and ripped out her heart.

Lots of heart fixations with these ladies. Maybe that's the way to kill them? Heart shots are to succubi what head shots are to zombies? I dunno. As formidable as she was, she seemed to be a bit outclassed by Lailah, who grabbed her and threw her into the stone floor like an eagle raping a pigeon.

And this...this is when reality really goes off the fuckin rails. Before Lailah could bash her brains out, a familiar whoosh filled the air, and for the second time that day, the roof cracked. Actually it did a lot more than that, the stone and the strange flesh that filled its cracks, melted in three distinct locations, exploding into molten pebbles, like a shower of flaming gold.

The succubus melee was at a standstill, and in the middle of the room rose three angels. Three tall, imposing angels, definitely male...but not as human looking as Lailah. One bore a flaming sword, another, a scythe and the last, a golden staff.

The one with the sword strode forward, looking down at Lailah from his height, which seemed to be about 9 or 10ft tall. "Sister...it is with a heavy heart, that, I, Michael, High General of the Heavenly Host, decree you, Lailah, Angel of Conception, to be apostate. The sentence...is exile until Judgment Day." 

Lailah hissed like a cobra, dropping Primaphela to the ground as she spread her majestic, black wings. "I have seen truths you cannot even imagine, brother! Lilith's will be done, the world shall know only her name, not that of the False Father!" Lailah launched into the air, blowing another opening through the ceiling as she bellowed in an incomprehensible tongue. 

Through the holes I could at last, see what awaited in the outside world. The universe. In the sky, I could see galaxies and stars, as clear as one could see with a telescope at night, but with my eyes and during the day. It was beautiful, to see all of the various colors and shapes of creation, all the things Lilith, and in turn Lailah, were determined to see brought down in flames.

From her hand she launched an uncountable number of black orbs, each one followed by a spiraling trail of smoke. Even from where I sat, I could see the orbs were actually faces, twisted, howling faces. The souls of the Lilim. They were headed right up through the sky and in to the stars at a frightening speed, all towards one little speck in the cosmos.

Earth.

Michael turned to his fellow angels. "Gabriel, bring death to the souls before they bring corruption to the living. Raphael, rid our Father of the sight of these walking blights. I shall handle our sister." Raphael had been rapping on his staff like a drum, but no sound came out, only the sound of exploding succubi accompanied his nimble tapping of the wood while Gabriel smashed Katie into the wall with the back of his hand.

"Yes brother!" they said in unison, Gabriel flying back in to the sky while Raphael set about finishing off the stragglers.

"Free me! Please!" Michael and Raphael looked at me, their faces inscrutable. I imagined they were surprised to see a human in such a place. They exchanged subtle nods before Michael launched into the air after Lailah.

Raphael was supernaturally quick, moving faster than I could see, coming up to my bed side in a humble manner. "My, my, my...the strands of fate make strange bedfellows of us all, but fret not...ask and you shall receive..." With a flick of his wrist my chains disappeared, and I reached out to the side only to fumble off the side of my bed, totally uncoordinated.

My legs and arms atrophied into meager sticks the second I fell off the sheets while my breath quickened as I felt my lungs and heart push themselves to the brink. It seems even the bed was enchanted, preventing me from feeling the full effects of my repeated sexual drainings. My gnarled hands grasped for his simple robes, as a plea for help came out in a gurgled gasp. 

I was moments from dying. I could see liver spots sprout all over my hands, dried out skin crack around my joints, all while my vision became bleary and unfocused. In the background, I could see the two remaining succubi. Katie and Primaphela. Mother and daughter.

Primaphela had her by the neck, pinned to the ground as she pounded her pussy with her tail, a look of rage on her face as she smothered her mother in the jiggling valley of her bosom. In the last moments of my life, I was witnessing the world's first demonic hatefuck. Primaphela kept one hand around Katie's head, the other around Katie's large, swaying tits, tweaking and pinching her hard nipples to the rhythm of her thrusting.

As far as last sights go, I could do worse. But it turned out that was not to be, for it was then that I heard Raphael's rich, baritone voice echo through my thoughts. "While I can free you, I cannot give you life my friend...unless you help us on our mission." I rolled over on my back, wheezing as I saw his looming form peer over me, a resplendent, golden halo hovering over his head like a crown of flame. "My brother Gabriel is capable, but proud. I can lend you haste and vitality if you help in his task, for I fear stopping all the souls may be beyond even him." I nodded in agreement to his proposal even as my life blood trickled down the sides of my mouth.

"Good. Spare him of my assessment when you meet him." I felt heat radiate into my body, my muscles expand and grow healthy once more, my skin become youthful as my heart slowed to a normal beat while my lungs took in fresh gulps of air. "The Angel of Death does not suffer doubt."

Before I had even gotten used to my new body and vitality I felt myself floating up. More than that, I felt silken threads materialize around me. They felt great, even though it looked like a scruffy monk's robe. I was thankful for the clothing, and was taken aback to see this chamber from above, my prison for who knows how long, strewn with burn marks and corpses. "Good hunting my friend!"

I felt myself shot forward, like out of a cannon. My last look was of Raphael leaving the chamber in hunt of more succubi as Katie tackled Primaphela through the chamber wall, both free falling into the blistering wind. And then there was no more but rushing sound and light as the stars of the universe seemed to melt and bend past me while I hurtled to my new task as Death's assistant.

***

When I finally came to Gabriel, it was like the greatest roller coaster ride of my life, as I was ejected from a wormhole, my clothes smoking from interdimensional friction. I skidded and tumbled along the smooth, glassy black floor. I saw my reflection captured perfectly, my skin now radiant and healthy from Raphael's golden touch.

The ceiling of the place was an equally reflective dome, with the continents of the world glowing in golden light. In the middle of the room stood Gabriel in silence, his glowing form a beacon in the darkness. He looked really intense and focused on his job, so much so I didn't want to disturb him, but on the other hand, I had to. I gave Raphael my word, or rather my non-verbal agreement, but still.

Just as I was about to speak up, he did. "Why....are you here, mortal?" His voice was aristocratic and smooth, in stark contrast to his counterparts. "Do my good brothers dare to presume that I need aid in my holy task?"

Raphael warned me about this. "No...sir. I'm here to uh, repay my debt." He did not reply for an uncomfortable amount of time, and I could only hear his deep breaths in the silence.

"And what debt is that?"

"The debt of life. I was gonna die-"

He shot his hand out to the side. "Enough! I know well of what you speak, so know this, Thomas, Son of James." He spun around, his fist clenched in one hand with his scythe swaying in the other, a look of indignation on his face. "Even as we speak, I have already sent millions of Lilith's children into hells of their own making. By mere thought, generations of the wicked are rendered unborn!" He stepped even closer, emphasizing his height as I looked up past his chest and into his strangely ethereal face. "So how in the Lord's name would I ever have use for you?!"

He had a good point. What could I offer to a being who could be at multiple places at once, who killed just by thinking of it? Then it came to me. "Well, if you miss any, I could help."

He pulled back, his face changing into an expression that was so alien I didn't even bother trying to interpret it. He then made a sound that could have been restrained anger or stifled laughter. Suddenly he stopped, looking back up to the ceiling and then back to me.

His voice mellowed, no longer so imperious. "It seems my brothers were wise to send you...I...I don't know how it happened, but..." He pointed to the ceiling once more, to North America and England in particular. 

"Two have eluded me...one is a minor succubus but the other...she has reincarnated many times, growing more powerful with each rebirth." He exhaled, his breath like a sighing furnace. "Thomas, I cannot hold back the rest and pursue these two."

He produced a simple scythe out of thin air, one that wouldn't be out of place on a farm, which was a far cry from his exotic tool. His scythe was made of enameled bone down the haft, crowned with gold angelic wings near the tip before terminating into a curved blade made of crystal. "If it comes down to it, and you can only banish one, make it the greater of the two. You will know her soul by the cloud of sin she leaves behind."

I had so many questions, like what this place was, if all angels really were related, if he had ever encountered Lisa before, but only one was able to blurt out of my mouth. "Wait...these things, if they get inside a woman, or if a succubus has a mortal's child, they birth succubus hybrids, right?"

"Generous terms for them, but yes."

"Then why would Lisa hate...the one that killed her?" I pretended not to know Primaphela's name, Gabriel striking me as an especially pious guy who would no doubt kill me for even sleeping with a succubus.

"I do not know. What K'ama-handra, The Eternal Whore thought, is irrelevant. Were she not felled by the object of her soul's hate, she would have endured perpetual torment in the hands of God. What is relevant, is that we prevent these...'hybrids', from ever coming into being."

I withheld the fact that one (and many more than that if my sessions with Lisa and Katie were to be counted) already had, if only because she interrupted my imminent death long enough for the angels to arrive...which was suspiciously convenient. I did not have the heart to tell him that a hybrid was the likely reason he and his brothers arrived when and where they did.

"They are not like the rest of their kind, mortal souls turned to darkness. They are lured into sin before they are even born, the holy flame of life melding in equal parts with the shadow of darkness, and thus made all the more powerful for it."

He placed his hand on my shoulder, a little trail of light coruscating between his fingers, giving me a feeling of righteous purpose and immense strength. The only thoughts that filled my mind were stopping the souls. "Use my gift wisely, for it is finite. Now go." What seemed like a pat on the back felt like a roundhouse kick. I was flung at impossible speeds towards the ceiling, light bending around me like before, and the closer I got, I realized what I was really looking at before.

The continents on the ceiling weren't just gold, they were alight with the souls of humanity. Each and everyone, like those orbital shots that show lights on Earth at night. Somewhere in that mass of light, two innocent women were about to fall to darkness. I couldn't let that happen.

***

When I burst out of another wormhole I was back on Earth, landing in the middle of a desert. When I dusted off, I realized I was in the outskirts of Las Vegas. Right off the bat, I could see how Gabriel's gift had 'blessed' me. What walked around me were no doubt ghosts, hollow eyed apparitions, some of them dressed in 40's outfits, riddled with bullet wounds. Others, blonde hookers, with fantastic, bouncing tits even in death, the choke marks around their necks marking them the unfortunate victims of carried away frat boys.

All poor souls, dumped in the scorching sands before their time. Some maybe even ahead of their time, if some of the funky outfits were anything to go by.

Colors were more vivid and I saw cars from every era pass me by on the highway, roadside businesses from the 50's and 60's, and strange architecture from I don't know when, appearing and disappearing. It's what I imagined the greatest LSD trip in my life would be like, until I focused, and all of it went away, even the ghosts. 

I'm only speculating, but during this brief time of my wild day, I think I had Gabriel's vision of what was, what is and what ever would be.

I had a job to do. I looked up in the sky, and found I could look into space, and there I saw Gabriel's work. A heaving tide of screaming faces were on fire, being smote by his holy judgment. And then I saw my marks, shooting across the sky like black comets, one little more than the size of a tennis ball, the other like a meteor of darkness.




The Girl Next Door Ch. 05



Using Gabriel's ability to just make things 'happen' by thought, I willed myself to be at to the location that Lilith's more powerful daughter would take residence. Mountains, rivers and valleys passed before me in a blink before I found myself in a closet.

The first thing I heard were moans, the screams of a woman in pleasure. I tip toed out of the closet, finding myself in a home office lined with financial graphs and reports, before moving out into the hallway. I saw her, at the very end. The bedroom door was left open, gracing me with the view of a bronzed, platinum haired babe riding the shaft of some lucky bastard.

As I stepped closer to her, I took notice of my surroundings. Everything around me screamed opulence, the carpet so soft my footsteps were muted, polished mahogany balustrades lining winding staircases, with highlighted works of Rembrandt covering the walls. Whoever this lady was, she was well taken care of.

I could see her lover's hands paw into her big, shaking tits, his fingers massaging and kneading her soft, tanned flesh. Her toned belly was pierced with a white diamond and moved in rhythm to each impaling thrust upon his manhood. I moved further down the hallway, seeing her rake her fingers down his chest in exaltation.

The man was surprisingly old for her age. And then it all became clear to me. The luxurious, spacious house, masterwork paintings, and plush carpets...she was a trophy wife. Or a mistress. Either way, I could see why the succubus would want to reside in her womb. She would easily be able to parlay the man's influence and assets into spreading her own kind.

I crept into their room as she rutted on top of him, her massive breasts shuddering and careening against each other as she rode him like an enraged beast. Whether it was all for show or not, I don't think the man cared, his eyes stared into the ceiling with a toothy grin on his face, his hands sinking into her thick ass cheeks and pulling her forward on his cock.

It was only after I had gone in did I realize I was invisible. There was a full length mirror behind their bed, and in it only the wife's throes of ecstasy were captured, her spectacular globes glistening with perspiration as she rode him to climax. For myself, I remained unseen.

I still had my scythe from earlier and I readied myself. At the moment of conception was when the spirit would try to take hold. And yet, for all my concentration on the task and my fascination with gorgeous woman before me, I had a little gut feeling about the smaller spirit that made it through Gabriel's reach.

His gift must have sensed my consternation, for a new image blazed into my mind, an image of the woman the soul was going to possess. She looked to be some chick in London. Not particularly remarkable but for her youth and bulging belly. She was peering out a window in an apartment building, and behind her came her boyfriend, kissing her on the neck as he put his hands on her belly. 

And in that moment, a lump formed in my throat. The two reminded me so much of Katie and me. That was us. That could have been us, a little happy family, about to brave the world. The way he ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair, holding her, protecting her and the pure, unadulterated look of adoration she gave him set off a flurry of remembrances in my soul.

I had to save them.

They did not have to relive my story, and if I could avert their fate, I would be willing to endure to the judgment of angels.

The couple before me sounded like they had at least a minute before the man unloaded inside her. I could be in and out. I prayed Gabriel's gift still had enough juice to get me to London and back. With a closing of my eyes, I thought of the young couple and in less than a second I was there.

***

I was in the living room of their cozy apartment while they were still looking out the window. And in that moment, I saw my target. Time seemed to slow as a black orb melted through the ceiling, leaving behind a faint trail of vapors as a lustful face headed right for the pregnant woman.

Chills raced up my spine when I heard her voice, so harsh and raspy, a reflection of her true self rather than the beautiful forms her kind inhabited. "Her soul is miiiine!" I began my run as her insane laughter filled the air, the couple still oblivious to the darkness that was about to befall them.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as sweat formed in my palms, loosening my grip on the scythe. The closer the spirit came to the woman, the darker the room became, the lights in the neighboring kitchen faltering and growing dim, the shadows turning into pools of black, all the while the couple moved not an inch.

I stumbled from my nervousness but quickly got back up, my heart jumping as I saw the succubus spirit descending on the girl's head, the creature's innate darkness making some of the girl's hairs stand on end, like static electricity was in the air.

"At last..." moaned the spirit, as little tendrils of black mist began to lower from her smoky face, caressing the girl's small shoulders. Even as I ran over, I prayed the succubus would spend just a moment more savoring her catch before taking the plunge. This girl was pregnant, meaning the possession would be near instant, as compared to the other couple for whom the spirit had to wait until conception to take hold.

At least that's how I hoped things worked. I had a habit of getting this demonic shit wrong before.

The girl sighed and her body stiffened at the grazing touch of the succubus, completely unaware of the source of the relaxation and pleasure that seduced her body and soul. I readied my scythe, making sure not to slip for the moment of truth.

The strength in my legs was tremendous and I found myself stomping over a couch before bringing my scythe in a downward arc on the creature. Before I had hit the floor, I saw the orb flicker in a glimmer of light before blinking out of existence, a disembodied scream heralding its exit. I landed right behind the couple and froze, my imbalanced body straining not to tumble into them.

I rolled backwards into the couch while the boyfriend shivered in the same spot the dark soul had been, the girlfriend having a look of mild disappointment that the strangely pleasant feelings were gone.

"Wow...did you feel that? Feels a bit frigid." He turned around, not seeing me at all as he head for something.

"Yeah, can you turn on the heat, love?" said the girlfriend, walking to the couch just as I moved out of the way.

"On it!" he called out from the back. I caught my breath, giving the woman and the apartment one last look. It was as if I had never been there at all, neither of them having any clue as to how close to a terrible fate they really were. 

For the briefest of moments I felt like a hero, like their own guardian angel.

*** 

When I came back to the trophy wife couple, I knew something was wrong. With me. My heart leapt when I saw a huge black sphere hovering above the couple, and despite all my effort, I wasn't moving as fast as I did before. It was as if I was stuck in molasses as the orb made its slow, inexorable descent on the wife. Now of all times, was the time my power had run out, for the more I struggled, the slower I became.

And then I heard the wife cry out in bliss, her voice deeper than usual as sound traveled to my ears at a glacial pace. "Ohhh yessss!" she cried, her ass cheeks flexing as her pussy gorged itself on her man's seed. Her head had rolled back as she reveled in the pleasure, her enormous, upturned breasts swaying and heaving to her orgasmic moans.

I panicked even more as I saw the soul was making no sign of slowing down. Gah! This wasn't supposed to happen! Even with being slowed down, I should have had all the time in the world to kill the thing, conception is not even close to being instant...unless the dark soul was somehow influencing the passage of the man's seed...or maybe it didn't even need that, maybe it just needed her, migrating to her womb later.

Even as I struggled to make my way to her, I knew there would be no hope for the wife.

I heard another moan ring out into the room, unheard by all but me, as the orb finally sank into the woman's body, the succubus exacting unimaginable pleasure as her conquest of the womb and soul began. Some of the dark mist seemed to hover and penetrate through her head, while the rest of the black fog seeped into her skin, with some vapors racing in between her luscious melons and snaking up inside her pussy.

The tendrils of shadow grazed against the woman lazily, like the English girl moments before. The more they penetrated, the more the succubus spirit made sounds of erotic contentment, her heavy breath resonating in the entire room, aroused and ready to take what was hers.

The effect on the wife was instant. Whatever pleasure she had from enjoying her husband's attentions, was magnified to an insane degree. Her body seized up as her back arched and froze in pleasure, her rounded hips thrusting involuntarily as a series of irregular gasps were torn from her lips. The soft globes of her breasts bounced and slapped against each other as she suffered a powerful orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body underwent violent convulsions.

To my horror, for the first time, I could see the inner effects of corruption as I beheld her faltering soul in their bedroom mirror. While her soul was hardly radiant to begin with, I could see a beam of light within, and little black, grasping tendrils clawing and tearing at it, spreading through her system like roots in soil. The more the roots spread, the more she moaned, as if each second of being cursed was more pleasurable than the last.

I was still only halfway to her when I noticed some of the darkness forming and accumulating in her womb, the seed of her man subverted and converted into use for the Lilim. As her soul became more dark than light, I could see such changes in her physical state, changes I had grown far too familiar with.

A fount of black fluid frothed out of her lips and down her huge breasts, washing over her ripe mounds like foul wine and down her writhing belly. I had never seen so much of the Lilim's vile essence before, her husband was screaming now, not in terror, but in pleasure. I'm sure he was scared shitless at first, but his wife just kept on sucking down his seed, intent on making him her first meal.

His hands were glued to her plush tits, his nerves undoubtedly lost in the sheer pleasure of fondling such firm endowments, but also entranced by the liquid velvet softness that coated her breasts. Having felt Lailah's similarly coated skin, I knew the pure helplessness before such pleasure, how hopeless I was to resist it.

As the husband began to decay into death, so too did his wife fully embrace her change, her inner being now as dark as an abyss, her poor soul crushed by the overwhelming spiritual assault. I saw her lips blacken as bronzed skin paled into a resplendent, alabaster white, her platinum hair darkening into a lustrous mane of raven tresses, like so many of her kind. 

The dark fluid that had spilled over her heavy breasts had soaked in completely, seeping through her skin and expanding her ample, pale bosom even more, her tits now sitting impossibly high on her chest in a gorgeous teardrop shape. Both of the lovers uttered loud gasps, hers was one of pleasure, his was one of surprise, feeling her delectably soft flesh swell underneath his now gnarled fingers while his breath of life was funneled into her grasping depths.

He was toast, and throughout her simultaneous corruption and feeding, he crumbled faster than my brother did, his body now little more than a skeleton draped with skin, his eyes cloudy, white orbs. I couldn't save him, but I could kill her, for even at my sluggish pace, where all of reality conspired to hold me back, she was now in swinging distance of my scythe.

Just as I started my swing, she turned her head around slowly, Exorcist style, which freaked me out. And in that moment, I saw her green eyes, showing me nothing but fear and terror...the last of her humanity, before she was consumed completely, a twisted smile stretching her face just as her eyes became gleaming coals, all semblance of color washed away.

Right then the passage of time reverted back to real time, just as she moved out of the path of my scythe, rolling off the side of the bed. I peeked over where she fell, and much to my terror, found nothing. I no longer felt the power of angels coursing through my veins and my target was gone. I was back to being mortal...back to being just some guy with a scythe. 

"Long have I yearned to walk the planes of existence with K'ama-handra..." hissed a voice behind me. Her voice sent tingles down my spine, and I turned around slowly, hoping that would somehow keep her calm. She was on the ceiling, holding on by her claws, her face twisted into a maniacal grin. "This vessel will suit me well until my true form is received into this frail world. Then shall she know what pleasure it is to enact Lilith's will!"

"Yeah bad news lady. Lisa is dead, and unless you guys have another heart, I'm pretty sure she's gone down...way down." I don't know why I said it, it really wasn't the most opportune time to tease a she-devil about her leader's death, it just sort of came out.

Instantly she dropped from the ceiling, her face twisted in rage. "You lie!" this time two voices came out her throat at the same time, the outrage making her host personality surface for just a moment, before I felt myself drawn into her grasp from across the room with her fingers wrapping themselves around my neck.

"'Fraid not!" I croaked, her fingers choking the shit out of my throat so much I could barely breath. I felt her tail snake around my wrist, ripping away my scythe. I prayed for an angel. I had never seen a succubus so furious.

Her face hardened as she pulled me up from her full breasts, rising and falling like mountains of sensual flesh, bringing me to her glossy, bee stung lips, licking my own as she grabbed my ass and pulled me against her pillowy soft chest. "Long has it been since I have savored the taste of a dishonest man...K'ama-handra lives still, but you...shall not-" With a loud clap we separated in a blast of light, the two of us flying to the opposite sides of the room. In between us, stood an angel.

Even then I knew which one it was. "Once more I must intercede on mankind's behalf!" He spun around to me, his crystal scythe was glowing with holy light, and I could feel slight vibrations ringing from its edge. "I gave you one simple task, and what did you do!? Man has disobeyed holy edict-AGAIN! But worry not mortal, for this one is a but a snake beneath my heel for whom the Lord sen-"

"Watch out!" I shouted and the angel dashed out of the way of a rolling wave of energy, sent from the hand of the possessed trophy wife. The energy didn't glow, it looked like a heat wave, distorting reality as it hurtled towards me. I felt heat and sensed strange smells as the thing engulfed me, singeing my hairs and putting me into a hot sweat. 

I felt myself being sucked into the carpet, like quicksand, futilely holding onto the nearby bed frame as Gabriel choke slammed the shrieking succubus into the floor. I tried to scream for help, but my throat choked on the heat, and slowly felt my sweat slicked hands slip from the post. My fingers fell onto the carpet, and as I was dragged away from the bedroom confrontation between angel and succubus, I realized I had felt this before.

I was going back to the tower.

***

When I landed, I could hear sobs and moans of pleasure. My tired eyes opened to succubi thrusting into each other on either side of me. It was then I realized it was not succubus on succubus sex, but a whole pack of succubi corrupting a clutch of human prisoners.

The lady next to me looked Chinese, and I could tell she was in the late stages of succubus seduction as incoherent mumblings tumbled out of her mouth, her glazed over eyes not registering that a man just materialized out of nowhere. The succubus pummeling her pussy with her thick tail took no heed of me either, nor did any of the other succubi in the room.

All around, were human women laid out on velour carpets, falling into darkness, their legs spread wide in supplication, some holding their lovers close as the succubi pumped their foul essence into their willing wombs. Across the spherical chamber I saw something that made me pale with fright.

Within the sanctum was a large waterfall, rushing torrents of the black, molasses like fluid that had corrupted so many souls. And above it stood several succubi, giving their victims a brief kiss on the lips, pressing their full chested busts against their prey, before kicking the helpless women into the pool, laughing as they struggled in the black water.

I was struck with shock and disbelief as the pool of darkness claimed the women, some getting to the outer edges before liquid hands pulled them back in, others getting a direct shot of the stuff as the waterfall unloaded its vile spray on top of their bodies. A select few were already embracing their fate. I caught an Arabian chick standing right underneath the waterfall with her mouth open, drowning in her corruption as she struggled to keep on standing, her rapidly changing body buckling underneath the sheer pleasure of her change.

She looked like she was completely bathed in oil, her limbs shaking as she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. Her breasts expanded into succulent melons, her heaving, oil slicked mounds sliding against each other as she gripped and kneaded them through her slippery fingers. Soon a tail had appeared, which she promptly put to use, fucking herself as her hips grew more round and her waist slimmed into perfection.

Elsewhere in the pool another woman had come close to escaping. Judging by her clothes, stained and soaked with the black stuff, and her haircut, she must have been some sort of soccer mom. When she was dragged back in, it was not by the groping hands of the pool itself, but by newly formed succubus sisters.

Two of them had launched out of the water, grabbing her from the back as they held her down. Both were voluptuous beyond belief, their huge, bouncing, bubble shaped tits glistening in the light as they wriggled and writhed against her. One made love to the woman's lips, tonguing her passionately as her dark fluids overflowed out of the woman's mouth, while another plunged her arrow tail straight through her soaked jeans.

I saw the soccer mom's struggles, violent at first, thrashing in panic and fear, gradually mellow until only her hands were spasming, her body going through an odd twitch every now and then. Her aroused whines of protest urged her violators on. The one penetrating her made gentle thrusting motions, picking up her pace as she ran her long tongue down the mom's neck, leaving behind a glistening smear of black saliva, trailing in between the innocent woman's cleavage.

The two maidens of lust were moaning as they had their way with her, their smooth skin and soft, dewy tits making them look like they were beings born out of silky, dark chocolate. I knew she was doomed, and what really sealed the deal was when the succubus behind her finally came, gripping onto her tits and tearing away her sweater as her tail spewed Lilith's gift deep into her contracting depths.

The soccer mom began moaning uncontrollably, her nerves slammed with waves of pleasure, and faster than I had ever seen before, her carnal changes ignited all over her body. It was dramatic, seeing her excess flab smooth away into toned perfection, her pale breasts, streaked with the black hand prints of her lovers, swell into ripe mountains of jiggling flesh. All the while, her short, shrewish cut of hair elongated, blooming into vitality like the globes of her ass, her tresses taking on a rich, raven sheen before dipping into the sloshing black pool below.