The Girl Next door
Introduction:
Newly wed neighbour is taken in a fit of insane lust
However I was becoming a little uncomfortable around them, not that they weren’t nice people who treated us with respect. They treated us as equals even though we were twice their age and must have seemed a little stuffy.
It was Dave’s wife that worried me.
She’d sat in shorts and t-shirt that evening chatting, white plimsolls tapping as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was early twenties, waif slim with dirty blonde hair that she tied back tight in a ponytail. She had a freckled face with upturned nose, her lips not full but wide and sensuous. Her legs were long and trimmed with fine curvy hips, small boobs but a plump pear shaped ass. She spoke so chirpily, with a smile and sparkling eyes.
Dave I was fine with, it was his wife Stacey who made me uncomfortable; because I realized I was becoming obsessed with her.
Last week I’d seen her in the garden, jeans and straining top tight to her fragile frame; her neck long her face angelic yet not a natural beauty. She was the quintessential girl next door, cute, sweet and achingly fuckable. Our conversation had been dull and like normal I had blushed and acted like a schoolboy. In fact it was getting embarrassing even my wife was starting to notice and gave me a suspicious look as we went to bed that night.
“Do you think Stacey’s attractive? She quizzed innocently.
“Oh um haven’t really thought about it.” I replied unconvincingly.
“Hmmmmm?” Came her knowing response. I turned off the light hoping tomorrow my package would arrive.
Surfing the net earlier that week I has seen a company called Finc industries which claimed to be able to give men sexual prowess, total assure confidence. They claim they had a potion which drunk could enable you to ooze sexual magnetism and turn a shy man into OO7. I knew it my relations with Stacey would never come to anything sexually; but just to be able to charm her, see her eyes twinkle in delight would be enough.
The next morning my wife took the early train to her mothers like she had planned to do. I knew she wouldn’t be around to receive the package and create any embarrassment. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her I had decided. As I signed for delivery Stacey was waving her husband goodbye for the day standing in her own door way. She was dressed in a short white skirt and trainers with a white cardigan on. She looked like she was going to play the US tennis open.
“Hi,” She said smiling, her green eyes delectable as ever. “Would you like a coffee?”
I mumbled back apologizing that I was too busy and quickly went inside. Once there I banged my head on the wall in mock frustration.
“What a jerk! A coffee, what do you think would happen? Why act so stupid?”
I opened the parcel. The Finc industries label said take one thimble full every two days for roguish charm Rhett Butler would have been proud of. I decide to take a swig direct from the bottle. The big mouthful burned like liquor and I coughed and choked. The stuff tasted vile and instantly I realized I’d been duped.
“Just another internet fool,” I said aloud shaking my head. I then decide to go into the garden and clear the shed as a form of self punishment.
As I worked in the dusty out building I could see Stacey in her kitchen leaning and stretching reaching for cupboards. The shed was full of junk; stuff I’d never thrown out. For example I picked up a long rubber baton. I think I’d use it for panel beating. I couldn’t be sure.
“What a load of crap,” I declared surveying my room, feeling a little light headed. My shoulders were aching, then my neck, the liquid I drunk no doubt doing this to me.
“Ugh I feel sick,” I moaned out load.
But it wasn’t sickness in my stomach, but in my gut like when you realize you have just done something horribly wrong or made a really bad mistake. I began to feel angry, a rage in fact. Angry with myself but also with the beauty I could see through the window. I was losing control. But I was always in control my confidence hardening to steel by the overdosed potion. No it was Stacey who was too sure of herself. Yes the little foxy bitch was just too damn hot for her own good!
The overdose of confidence took control of my feeble mind.
Stacey saw me climbing over the back fence and opened the door. “What’s wrong? Er there’s a front door your welcome to use.” She added indignantly as I trampled over her flowers.
She cocked her head in puzzlement the rubber baton and a length of cord in my hand. “What do I need them for?” She asked as I entered the kitchen pulling the door shut behind me. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I suddenly grabbed her pushing her across the kitchen table. “Oh uggh get off me!” Nearly twice her size it was easy to pin her flat my breathing heavy as the cord wrapped round a tiny wrist, jerking her arm behind her back binding both wrists together.
“Ugggggghh awww stop, ugh god nooooo!”
I grabbed her dirty blonde mane pulling her upright. “Up stairs you bitch, we don’t want to be disturbed.”
She screamed and I had to put my hand over her mouth. In my pocket was a cloth that I roughly gagged her with.
Stacey kicked and wriggled but I was much stronger the potion seeming to also fill me with the energy of a young buck. She was a hand full and half way up the stairs I slipped Stacey falling on her back legs apart. I grabbed her blonde locks dragging her kicking the rest of the way.
Their bedroom was a sickly Barbie pink, in keeping with the tight waist bitch who I flung on the fluffy pink bed. She was panting heavily her eyes wide, her pale skin pimply with nerves. I still had the rubber baton length in my hand.
Waving it in front of her face I teased her with graphic explanation.
“First I’m going to lick you bitch, and then we’ll see you ride this monster.”
She squealed her green eyes welling up as she shook her head in defiance.
Her skirt came of easily showing a white thong, I was down pushing her thighs apart her shoulders pressed against the covers trying to raise herself up. My hand tugged the fabric then snapped it, her almost hairless slit dry and freckly.
She moaned through the gag, as I parted her pussy lips with my fingers; her pink soft insides appearing.
My tongue tasted her mound then into her slit. She wriggled and I put pressure on her tummy to pin her. My other hand helped me probe as I began to slurp and suck.
“Oh mmmm yeah, that’s it baby ummm!” Her thighs were trying to close squashing my face.
I sat back up and unravelled some more cord. “I’m going to spread eagle you slut. Pull your legs out real wide!”
It was easy, one leg tied to each of the bottom bed posts, the slack taken up by winding the coil round and round cranking her energetic legs wider and wider till she looked like she was doing the splits. I pushed her cardigan over her head hooking it behind her long neck her small hard mounds still looking ample on her tiny rib cage.
It was like d dream; I couldn’t wake up. Stacey was gagged her eyes staring in horror at me, spread eagle on her own bed. I knew it was wrong but the sexual rage just kept sweeping over me like a stormy sea battering my conscience.
I began in earnest to suck her clit my hands able to caress her hips up to her tits with lots of futile wriggling from her. Her pussy was dry but musky my saliva making the pink flesh glisten. She was still moaning and I decided I wanted to hear her beg.
“Oh please, no stop uuggghh,” Came the pleas as soon as the rag was removed.
“Oh God, no, no uggggh, no you can’t be doing this. The cops will uggg, you can’t be doing it.”
I raised my wet lipped face. “I knew you’d have a hot tight pussy like this. Always bending over in a short skirt just asking to be goosed”.
I pushed her lips apart again spitting on the hardening bud. She sobbed her chest heaving in exertion,
I reached for the rubber baton, Stacey understanding what would happen next.
“Oh God no not that it’s too big uhh please don’t”
Her voice was squeaky her lips trembling. I held it in my hands all 10 inches of rubber pipe 2/3 inches at it thickest. It all made sense in my crazed head.
“You sit there your skirt riding up, teasing me. You got to learn who’s has the power.”
She gave a muffled cry as I pressed the fat tip into her mouth pushing until she looked like she would choke.
“Get it wet, suck it, fucking suck it you bitch.”
The tip was glistening as I pressed it against her blushing slit. She lay spread; her head raised a crazed look on her face horrified as the tip opened her up. The thing was stuck it would only enter a finger nails width; her young strong muscles refusing to be beaten.
She squealed at my attempt, desperately trying to catch her breath. “The drawer,” she gasped,” in the drawer please it won’t go in!”
I opened the top drawer to see a tub of Vaseline along with other nick nacks.
“Use that, uhh please it’s too dry I can’t take it.”
I smeared the end before placing it back at her slit.
“This time you better take it.” I said ominously.
Her bare hole stretched and stretched the skin ruffling into furrows as it spread further and further from its start point. The black shinny rubber sliding slowly in, been halted then after more pressure beginning again the gel collecting at her entrance in a slimy clear ring.
“Ooh, wwooh, god, oooh, ooooooh ugh, uggh no, oh, ooh god ooooohhh!”
I stared delighted her groin raised as her clit was pressed back the fat stick twisting further and further.
“Oh Stacey yes, yesss that’s it take it, more, more!”
She moaned her eyes catching mine tears in them her nose looking so cute.
“Ohh good girl, good girl that’s it, that’s it.”
She gave a long sexy moan as I began to fuck her slowly pushing the rubber cock deeper and deeper.
“Oh God stop!” She yelped as the thing began to nudge her cervix, the stretched cunt lips stinging with effort.
I pushed more delighting in her horror. I spoke to her in a compassionate way. She wasn’t stupid she knew she was out of her depth. My features were twisted and bloated I was clearly sick if not insane.
“You have to ride it Stacey, do as I say and everything will be fine.”
She nodded trying to placate my fury.
Her arms were still tied behind her and she arched her back as I began to penetrate her at my leisure. She rocked her hips, biting her lip as the baton pushed in and out.
“Ah, uh slower,” she moaned trying to get used to it and relax her body. “Uggg do it slower urrrr!”
She was gently bucking in a self imposed world of her own eyes tight shut. The black surface was wet with grease and Stacey’s mild juices. She was giving little whining noises her long lashed eyes all damp.
“Is that what you like?” She asked coyly. “I’m doing what you wanted; does this make you uuggghh happy?”
I pressed her clit the baton starting to slide more easily. She was giving little grunts.I told her what she must do next.
“I want you to come Stacey. Then I’ll stop.”
She looked worriedly at me then began to open and close her mouth in mock ecstasy. The bitch was going to fake it! She rubbed her bud against the black rubber moaning slowly. I smiled letting her play the game. As she began to get more excited I began to increase the masturbation. She realized this and calmed down.
“I want to hear you come, do it.” I barked.
She began again in desperation as her grunts got louder the thrusts increased.
“Ooh ugg ugh awww!”
It was difficult to guess the fake groans, and which were the real gasps, as I increased faster and faster.” Oh I’m coming!” She lied.
I slowly removed the phallus twisting it as it went, her tight pussy closing with a sigh from the bound girl. I was envious of the wet tip having been so deep inside her young body. I began to undo her bound legs and she groaned as she was able to bend her knees tight shut.
I began to strip my pants and Stacey screamed, “no noo, I thought… ugh Jesus.” She stopped mid sentence in shock. I didn’t notice her gasp and I also stood trembling with fear.
My cock had sprung out rock the veins painfully hard. I gave a groan the thing surprising me just as much as Stacey. My slit was weeping precome the foreskin dragged back by the bulging purple head. “Ooo God,” I moaned touching my ball swollen in their sack.
This wasn’t my cock.
The thing was bloated like my face and though I couldn’t see also my ass. The skin was reddish and ridged with bulging veins. It wasn’t any longer then normal but it was now so aroused I felt like my balls were two slopping jugs of come.
We both looked at my bizarre drug fuelled cock then at each other, Stacey’s eyes showing her fascinated horror.
I was on her quickly, rolling her body my waist between her legs. She was gasping my mouth on hers as I directed my tip to her sore slit.
“No! Don’t put that dirty thing in me!”
Her cunt began to suck me in as her eyes widened. My waist forced her damp thighs out; her bony pelvis finally, groaningly, nudging the base of my fat cock.
“Oooh you bastarrrr!” Stacey groaned arching her back, looking up to the ceiling.
I was in ecstasy the swollen rod trying to spring from her fleshy tube. My hand pushed into the small of her back as I began to fuck; her mouth open, eyes now showing their revulsion as my tip burrowed in.
She gasped a plea.” Please, I’m not on the pill ugh, ugh don’t make me pregnant nooo please!”
I began to fuck hard pinning her shoulders down my waist slapping her inside thighs wider and wider. The cock felt fantastic filling her tight hole fully giving her a glove tight fuck.
“Ugh, ugh, uggh!” She was foaming a little at the mouth her hair now loosening from the tie becoming a full face framing mane.
“Ugh, ugh, awww no, noo oooooohhh!”
I was rampant my body slamming into hers, almost trying to snap her like a twig.
As I fucked I gasped obscenities the words exciting me as she yelped and groaned.
“Oh you fucking hot bitch. I’ve loosened your hole now for the real fucking. Keep them long legs wide, uggh yess I’m all the way in.”
I wanted her to look so pulled her head forward to show my cock gyrating at her hole, trying to make it wider and wider. She was screaming now the cock nearly too much to accept, her body tired and ravished.
She screamed fearing I would erupt up her birth canal. “Awww stop it stop it!”
I pulled out my cock eye trailing strands of precome like a crazy snail trail.
I could feel the shot in the barrel. I arched my back knelt between her 45 degree thighs my hands gripping my balls and shaft base.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” Then the rush. “Oooooooooo!!!”
Stacey was speechless in disbelief as I erupted. Two then three enormous spurts of runny arching cum; flying out with such forced it reached her tits, droplets almost on her chin.
I wasn’t finished. “Jezzzzz!” I screamed as I launched a fourth and fifth ejection
The sticky filth splattered her tummy filling her belly button in a sea of white.
I gave a sick groan feeling like I’d emptied my body of too much precious liquid and any second I’d shrivel like a prune.
Stacey looked like men had being jacking over her all day, the slimy mess trickling down the sides of her hips as she coughed and spluttered at the pungent smell.
My cock remained solid as when it had sprung from my pants, my balls feeling like they were swelling again. And I gripped the bed end holding my head groaning to myself.
“Oh shit what the fucks happening to me?”
Then the sex mist closed again and I began to untie her ankles allowing her to twist’ arms still tied behind her head.
“Now up the ass!” I announced drool dripping from my lips.
She wailed,” No I don’t ughh noo.”
I rolled her onto her front, face hard on the bed spread pulling her hips up.
“Good then you’ll be nice and tight!”
She began to scream the house down my wet cock ramming up inside her anus without mercy, making her eyes almost pop from her head.
She was so rubbery tight, my own grunts of discomfort been drowned by her animal wails. My wet slimy cock lubricated a little but there was nothing she could have done to deaden the sensation of a cola can fat dick stuffing her tunnel.
Oh what a fuck; her tiny body below me fat ass raised my blushing cock slamming in and out. I was pulling out to the limit her rectum closing shut before I thrust back in. She was been buggered for all her life.
“Aw, aw, aw, oooohhhhhhhnnoooooooo!”
She squealed, “you’re splitting meee! Awww ohhhhhno noo.”
But her muscles didn’t rip; her body more elastic than she dreamed. As I fucked her ass with her white shoes still on, my erection started to burn, my balls tightening.
“Oh that’s it bitch I’m nearly there uggh, uuggghh.” I pulled out again with a long relieved grunt from Stacey.
I pushed the cock against her face and she yelped mouth clamping shut.
“Suck it.” I screamed prizing her mouth open.
She gagged and spluttered tasting the dirty flesh on her tongue smearing my sore hole with saliva.
“Mmgggggggggggghhhh!”
I was so near, “Ooohh uggggggggh!”
She was on all fours gripping the bed board with her bound hands both my hands on the back of her head as I pulled her mouth onto my cock.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
Her pretty face was flush, freckled nose snorting to breathe as she swallowed my cartoon cock.
“Ukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!”
I jerked forward without warning fearing she might try to pull out if warned.
Stacey began to gulp the stream of come even runnier, like piss filling her gums. She baulked her mouth spewing the white liquid out over her chin like she’d just tried to swallow a pint of milk in one gulp and failed.
My cock flipped up out of her mouth her teeth scraping the sore head as it went, Stacey’s mouth my gut aching from the constant fluid drain.
My fifth ejection covered her upturned nose, filling in the wells of her eye sockets, her lashes like snow heavy trees. Stacey shook her head in disgust the strands flying everywhere.
“Uggggggg!”
I collapsed on top of her my cock now spent. But that’s what I hoped. After a few brief moments of respite I gave an agonized groan. My cock was still stiff and once again I could feel the tension building as it reached a fully aroused state once again.
I shook my head saying no over and over. Stacey began to pant in disbelief, she too echoing my words.
“No, no it can’t still be, oh it’s impossible!”
I was exhausted the young buck strength that I’d acquired starting to desert me. However my lust still raged and once again took command.
I lay back on the bed lifting the lithe girl onto my hairy belly. She still had her arms tied over her head to the bed board so she wasn’t going anywhere fast. From underneath her I slid up Till my head was up between her shoulder blades sniffing her sweating spine and neck. I could reach around to grope her shinny sticky tits my iron cock pressing up into her seated ass.
My cock pressed against her anus once more.
“Time for you to do all the work,” I said callously pressing my cock tip against her hole, urging her to sit down it. Stacey bit her lips easing her ass down her hole opening again to the insatiable monster.
******
Over the next few hours she learned the true meaning anal sex. I never moved from my reclined spot only holding her waist to steady her as she gyrated and rocked to my commands. My senses began to dull my head swimming as each ejaculation drained more and more bodily fluid from me.
Each time I came hot fountains of spunk belching inside her ass she would gobble the air like a fish out of water her eyes crossing in indignity. But I would hold her steady my cock not deflating but waiting for her to start her rhythmic massaging again.
She could hear my breathing becoming more laboured my face paler each ejaculation, it was slowly killing me and there was nothing I could do about it. For Stacey it would only be a matter of time before my heart gave way and she would be rid of my gut pumping cock.
But I cared not and within moments of seminal release my mind desired more sexual satisfaction from the delectable young blonde.
“Oh yesssss Stacey, ugggg start bouncing on it again you sexy bitch!”
