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The Neighbor
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The Neighbor A new story. I hope you enjoy. I'm sitting there alone. The husband and are off for the day, and it's my time to relax before my day begins. I log in to my secret website to see if anyone wants to chat. I know if my husband found out about me going on there it would be a huge argument, and would probably end up in divorce. But I have to have an outlet to vent my frustrations. He doesn't understand, and doesn't seem to want to understand my side of things. To him sex is something that is done for procreation. Making babies. He says that it's nice but too messy, and should be something that is done at just the right time when everything comes together just so. He even was a virgin when we were married. He had other girlfriends before me, but they were all really short lived. He's the type that doesn't even like talking about anything sexual, or anything with a sexual innuendo to it. For me I'm the opposite. I let my ex take my virginity for his birthday when I was 14. It wasn't anything great, and it hurt. We were young and ignorant. From then on he wanted it more and more. Being the good girlfriend I let him have me, and it started to feel better and better. In time I was the one that wanted it, and I wanted it a lot. I loved the orgasm, but it was the feelings of pleasing him that got me there the best. We fucked everywhere, and all the time it seemed. We didn't even care much if we were alone. A few of his guy friends joked about joining in once. Then his jealous side came out, and he literally punched one of them in the face. I actually got a bit scared, but it was short lived. On my sixteenth birthday we were alone at his house when he took me over his knee, and gave me a birthday spanking. He pulled me over as I walked by, pulled my leggings and underwear down baring my ass, and swatted me sixteen times. I was so wet when he finished. He carried me to the kitchen table, and fucked me good right then. I orgasm so hard that I almost passed out. I found out later on why he was always so jealous. He was a cheat, and had another girlfriend while we were engaged. It tore me apart inside, and I still have trust issues because of it. I still wonder why he didn't talk to me about it first. I can't say for sure, but I believe I may have let him have her if he was open about it. These days I know the difference between fucking and making love. Both are nice, but one is to feed the primal urges, satisfy hungers, and relieve frustrations. The other is slow, soft, and sensual. It's for loving, and making babies. Both have their place. Yet, I often believe that I'm one of the few that understand this. Today I am the mother and wife. I love my family, and I love my life. My sex life isn't all that great though. So I go online to chat in order to relieve my frustrations. I don't have much time so I usually just read the messages and stories. I'll reply quick before I sign out, and then begin my day. Today is one of those days. It's a Monday, and I haven't been able to check on things all weekend so there's a few messages. As I read I feel my lust growing inside of me. The story is about me being held down by four men while four more are caressing me all over. They use me for thier fun, and I am left laying there pleasured fully. I find my hand has moved between my legs, and my fingers are gently rubbing my labia through my underwear. I am so horny. I read another story. This one is me being told to orally pleasure him until he finishes all over my chest. My favorite. My fingers found their way under my panties, and I am so wet as I caress my labia. I jump when I hear a knock on the door. I close the computer, and wipe my fingers on my jogging pants as I walk to answer it. I open the door to see the neighbor from across the road standing there. I'm surprised to see him since we have never talked. He's a skinny in his mid twenties with short brown hair. He is dressed in a tee and jeans with tennis shoes. "Yes?" I ask. "Can I use your phone? My cell died, and I don't have a home phone." "Sure. Come on in, and I'll get it for you." He steps into the living room, and stands near the couch as I retrieve the phone. "I'll be in the kitchen so you can have your privacy." I say. He nods, and I walk away. I hear him talk, but can't make out what he's saying. I load the dishwasher, and by the time I'm done I hear him say that he's done. "Thanks for letting me use the phone. My name is Tom." "I'm Michele." "It's a pleasure to meet you Michele. I see you as you leave all the time, but we've never had the time for an introduction." "No we haven't. We're always going somewhere. With two and work it keeps me busy." "I can imagine." He spots my 's guitar sitting in the dining room, and asks, "Do you play?" "No. That's my 's. I can't play a single thing." "I just bought a drum set, and am learning how to play." "I've heard." I say giggling. "That bad?" "I didn't say that." "You should come over some time, and try them out. It's fun." "I'll keep that in mind." "Really. You should. I bet you'd like it." He says as he walks out of the house. I go to get dressed since I never go out in just a tee and jogging pants. I slip on some jeans and a sweater after changing my underwear. Then I realize that I wan't wearing a bra, and my nipples are rock hard. I smile thinking that he must have had a good show. I slip on my shoes, and head for the door when I remember the computer is still on. I open it up to shut it down when I see that the page was set to the site home page. I shut it down quick before leaving to pay bills. The next day when I sign in I see a friend request from a profile of a guy that has no picture. I read the message with the request. He says that he's from the same town, and wants to know me better. I accept his request, and reply that I look forward to chatting with him someday. He replies right away saying how he likes the pictures I have of me, but would like to see my face too. I deny that request right off citing privacy. We wind up chatting for a while with me revealing all of my inner secrets and fantasies while he sends me pictures and videos of his dick as he strokes himself off. Just before I have to leave for work He sends me a video of his dick as he shoots his load. I am impressed. He has a larger cock for sure, but his cum shots out and never seems to end. He makes a huge mess all over the table in front of him. It was magnificent. I am so horny by the time I get to work that all I can think about is his cock as it shoots, and wanting it to be shooting all over my chest. I struggle through the night in wet panties, and then try to get my husband to satisfy me when we go to bed. My advances are met with snores. I sigh as I roll over to sleep. Wednesday begins on a sour note with my frustrations coming to a boil after he complains about me trying things when he's trying to sleep. I'm happy when he leaves, and feel the need to take out my aggression somehow. I hear the drums banging from Tom's house. I grab my shoes, and walk over. I knock on the door. Then I begin to wonder why I'm doing this. What would people think? I hope that one of the girl's that I see there all the time answers, and tells me that he isn't home. Or that he doesn't hear me knock. After a minute or two I turn to walk away when the door opens behind me. "You're here. Come in." He says surprised. I follow him to the basement where I see the drums all set up inside. The windows are covered, and the walls have a thick red padding covering them. It almost looks like they're covered in pillows. Ugly red pillows. The floor is a green shag carpet with a lot of padding under it making it really soft and plush. "I know. It's ugly down here, but it somewhat soundproof. Next week I will be adding more so that it'll be completely soundproof. Sit. Play." He says handing me the drum sticks. "I don't know how." I say sitting there. "That doesn't matter." I tap the drum right in front of me, and he tells me to hit it harder. I hit it a bit harder, and it feels good to hit something. I hit the rest of the drums and snares making one hell of a racket. I sound horrible, but it feels nice. "I think someone had some aggression to work out." He says smiling when I stop. "Something like that." I laugh. "You have a nice laugh." "Thanks. So where are your housemates?" "Housemates? There's just me and my fiance that live here. Once in a while her sister or friend may stay the night, but they don't live here. How about you? Where's your family?" "The are in school, and the jackass is at work." "Okay then. I seem to have touched a sore spot. You must work some odd hours? I see you leaving at all different times of the day." "No. I work nights. A second shift type of schedule. I'm running around paying bills, and doing errands during the day. Once in a great while I can sit home, but then I'm usually cleaning or picking up after everyone." "Sounds like you could use a vacation." "That would be nice, but I don't have time for that." "Somebody will have to kidnap you to make you relax then." He laughs. "I don't think I remember how to relax anymore." I joke. We sit there chatting for hours, and before I know it I have to hurry off to work. I feel happy inside having made a friend, and look forward to chatting with him again. I did check as soon as I got home to see if I was poking through again, and I wasn't. I think it's because I was wearing a sweatshirt instead of a tee. That night I told my husband that I met our neighbor, and we chatted for a while. I explained that he seems friendly enough, and sounds like a decent person. We mutually wonder what his fiance is like since neither one of us has met her. I did discover that she works during the day while he is between jobs, also known as unemployed, since he was laid off from a local manufacturing plant that closed down. The week goes by with me finding a few minutes here and there to chat online, but nothing substantial. Then Sunday morning I see Tom as we are leaving. He waves, and I wave back. His fiance halfheartedly wave too just like my husband does. Before I know it Monday morning has again arrived, and it's back to the grind. I log in to see a challenge from my new friend. He challenges me to stand in my front window naked for ten minutes. I refuse, but the idea turns me on. He then cuts it in half. Five minutes. Again I refuse explaining that I live on a busier street. "I thought you were an exhibitionist, and it got you horny being watched?" "I am, and it does, but a lot of cops drive past too. Besides, nobody wants to see a fat forty year old naked." "I do, and I'm sure there are a lot of others too." "I doubt that." "How about two minutes?" "How about none?" "With that attitude Missy you should play with yourself in the window until you orgasm." "That isn't happening. I'd get arrested." "I'm sure someone would put some handcuffs on you, but I doubt it would be the cops." "Now you're just teasing." I reply with a blushing emoji. "Are you horny?" "Always." "Then strip, and stand in the window for a minute so you can be seen. Then tell me what happens." "Fine. BRB." I strip off my sweats and tee, and look at the clock with my heart racing. I open the lace curtains, and stand there stark naked in the picture window as the cars roll by oblivious. After one minute I return to the computer to report. "Nothing, huh? Then why are you worried about standing there for ten minutes?" He asks. "Nothing this time, but I'm sure if I stand there long enough something bad will happen." "Bad? What would be bad? You've told me your fantasies, and your desires. Would it be really that bad?" "I don't fantasize about being arrested for real though." We continue chatting until I have to leave to run errands. That takes me until I have to get ready for work, and then the day is over. I'm left once more horny as hell, and unsatisfied. My crotch stays wet again as I think about being naughty all night. I wonder if any of those people that drove past saw me? My mind wanders as I think about someone coming up behind me when I'm standing there like that. They handcuff me, and fuck me hard as I orgasm over and over. The rest of the week I don't have the time to chat, and I realize that I haven't heard the drums at all. Nor have I seen our neighbor Tom. I ask my husband if he's seen or heard them, and he says that he hasn't either. I keep an eye out all weekend to see if I can spot them, but I don't. Monday morning as I wave to the last leaving for school I finally see Tom. I wave, and he waves me over to him. I slip on my husband's slippers, and walk over to him. It's a chilly morning, but I don't figure that I'll be long so I don't grab a jacket. He asks how I'm doing as soon as I step in front of him. "I'm good. You?" "I'm okay. I haven't seen you lately, and I was wondering if everything was okay?" "Yeah. Just my normal busy life." "What do you have to do today?" "Stay warm." I say as a chill runs up my spine making me shiver. "Let's go inside where it's warmer. I finished my basement. It's totally soundproof now." "Cool." I say following him in. "That explains why I haven't been hearing you practicing." "Yup. And I've been playing every day too." We are soon in the basement where he shows me how he soundproofed the whole area. I notice that the drum set is now near a wall rather than being centrally located like it was. "Why did you move it?" I ask. "So it's out of the way." "Okay." "So have you been able to relax lately?" He asks. "Define relax." I joke. He stands right beside me on my right, and says, "To relax is to let loose, and be yourself." I step back a step as he leans down to me. "You should let loose. You'll thank yourself later." He steps closer again, and I begin to get nervous. "I'll keep that in mind when I have the time." I answer. "You have the time right now Michele. I think you should let loose." "Um, I think I should be going." I say sidestepping to get around him. "Are you going to stand in the window again? Does your husband know you do that? Should I tell him?" I freeze in my tracks before turning to look him in the eyes. He's staring right at me with a grin on his face. "He wouldn't believe you." "I think he'll believe the video I shot." He pulls out his phone showing me in my window buck naked for all to see. "Erase that." "Why would I do that? I like it. As a matter of fact I want to see more." "You're not going to see more. Just erase that, and forget about it." "I don't think you understand the situation here." He says laughing. "I have the video, and you need me to get rid of it so your family doesn't find out about you showing off the good to passers by. So you aren't in any position to make any demands. You are in the position to just do as you're told, and hope that I'm not an asshole that will show everybody anyway." He's right, but I can't let him win. "You won't show anyone. You can get arrested for doing stuff like that." "Do you think a judge would honestly believe that you want privacy when you're standing naked in a window like that. Please. Just do what you're told, and maybe I'll get rid of it." "Maybe?" "That's my offer." I am trapped. Damned if I do, and damned if I don't. He'll never erase it, and I know it. But I can't have him showing my husband either. He's been a decent person so far. Maybe if I tell his fiance? Maybe she'll make him get rid of it? "How about I tell your fiance that you have it?" "She'll laugh, and call you a slut. See Sarah is an open person sexually. She doesn't care who I am with, or what I do, so long as she knows about it. And she's seen it already." I'm out of options. I can't think of one single way out of this mess I'm in. "Promise me that you'll erase it, and I'll do whatever you want to a point." "To a point? No. I'll THINK about deleting it, and you WILL do whatever I tell you to. Otherwise I show your husband, your neighbors, and anyone else that will watch. I'm sure the boys at the high school would LOVE to see something like this. Isn't your in high school? I wonder how that would go over?" "You wouldn't." I say as a tear runs down my cheek. "I won't if you do as you're told. Now stop crying." "Fine." I whimper. "I didn't hear that." "FINE." I say exhaling in defeat. He pulls up the drum stool, and sits in front of me looking right at me. "One thing I've always wondered since the first time I've seen you is what you look like naked? Sure I seen it in your window, but I want to see you up close. Strip for me." I stand there bewildered. "You have a video of me naked. Isn't that enough?" "Strip, now, and quit arguing. No more talking." I reluctantly kick off the slippers. I am conscious of the fact that I'm only wearing jogging pants, an old tee, and my thong since it's laundry day. I slowly pull down the pants hoping that the thong provides me with some coverage before I have to be naked in front of him. My hear is beating out of my chest as the jogging pants hit the floor around my ankles. "Nice thong. Pretty pink lace. Turn for me." I turn around hating myself more and more by the second. "Nice ass. Finish." I step out of my pants, and begin to lift the tee. I know that my white skin is accentuated by the black shirt as it lifts up. I pull it over my head from the back holding it over my breasts. "Drop it. Let me see those tits." He grabs the shirt from my grasp, and rips it away from me baring my chest. "Very nice. Now get rid of the thong." I slowly run my fingers under the waistband, and work them down over my hips. I feel the fabric pulling out of my butt crack as they move lower and lower. I bend down using my belly to cover my crotch while I pull my underwear down to my ankles. Then I fold my hands holding them to cover my crotch. "Put your hands on top of your head." I reluctantly obey, and his eyes widen when he see my trimmed pubic hairs. "Nice. You have a beautiful pussy. I love the way the lips create the crease." He says as he leans down grabbing my thong from around my ankles. I stand there as he looks me up and down, and then he makes me turn my back toward him. "Move your feet apart, and bend at the waist. I want to see your cunt." "Please don't use that word." "I'll use whatever word I damn well please, and if it bothers you that's too bad. Now do what you're told, and shut the fuck up, cunt." I've always disliked that word. It's just the most vulgar thing to me. Derogatory and mean. It makes my skin crawl. But I can't do anything about it so I do as I'm told. I bend down, and hold my ankles while he scoots right behind me. "My God! that's the most perfect cunt I've ever seen, and it's so fucking wett that it's running down your legs. You're loving this, and you can't deny it." I never realized it. I am turned on for some reason. Maybe it's because I'm naked in front of him? Or because he's actually wanting to see me naked? Maybe it's the exhibitionist in me that likes to show off? Or the submissive in me that likes to please? Maybe it's all of it combined? I don't know. I do know that I am really horny, and I am making the wrong decisions because of it. I should have just not stood in the window, but it's too late now. "I'm going to keep these." He says waving my underwear at me. "Your cunt smells so good. I'm going to taste you right now." I watch through my legs to see him kneel behind me. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks spreading them apart, and then I feel his tongue lick from my clit to my vagina so slow that it makes me shiver and moan. Then I hear the stool creak as he sits back down. "I'll see you tomorrow. Come over right after the leave. Come down here, and I'll be waiting." "No. You said..." "I said you'll do as you're told." He interrupts. "Now get the fuck out cunt." I grab my clothes, and dress as I walk out. I get home, and sit down with my mind racing, and my horniness driving me wild. I reach down under my pants, and touch myself. I barely start when I hear a knock on the window. I look over to see Tom standing there motioning for me to stop. "Don't be doing that either." I watch him as he walks back home, and then I grab the computer to log in for the few minutes I have until I have to work. I read a few messages, and reply to those that require a reply. I save the stories until I have the time to read them, and then I get ready for work. It's hard to concentrate all night with the day's events running through my head, and it turns out to be another moist night. My husband again denies me satisfaction at bedtime, and I roll over frustrated. The next morning I walk right over to Tom's house when my last is off. I walk down the stairs to see him sitting there in a chair with the stool right in front of him about three feet away. He smiles when he sees me. "It's nice to see you. Strip. Sit." I undress, and sit down facing him. Nervous about what he is planning. "How are you today my pretty cunt?" "Good. I think." "You think? You don't know?" "I don't know what you are planning so, no." "Relax. I just want to know a few things." He take my underwear, and folds them. He hands them to me. "Lean back, spread your cunt open, and sit on this." I do as he says, and feel the lump of fabric as it pushes against my sensitive area. "How often do you fuck your husband?" He asks. "We make love about once every few months." "No wonder why you're so horny. Are you always so wet?" "Unfortunately yes." "Would you fuck another man besides your husband?" "Not without his permission. I'm not a cheat." "Here. Watch this." He says holding his phone in front of me. I look to see him recording a room full of what looks like his friends. Then he announces that they all need to see something. I watch as the video of me in the window begins to play on a large screen for them all to see. They shout and cheer, and watching this turns me on. I feel a vibrating coming from my folded underwear. Then I see a recording of me undressing. "You recorded me?" "Shut up and watch." It watches like an amateur porn movie. That turns me on even more. I see the guys hoot and holler even more as they watch me bare myself up close and personal. Then I watch as they ask who the fat slut is, and Tom tells them that they'll find out soon enough. The vibrations ebb and flow making me hornier than I've ever been. I can actuall feel myself leaking with excitement and need. I see as they all get rowdy watching me, and then he pulls the phone away at the end. "See. You're more wanted than you think." I watch Tom as he looks at his phone. I feel the vibrations increase eliciting more moans from deep within me. I can't control myself. The need for orgasm becomes more and more profound. "Here. Read." He says putting a computer in front of me. I look, and read out loud the story of a woman who is out jogging, and she is accosted by a gang of horny thugs. I find myself getting closer and closer to orgasm as I read. Just before I climax the vibrations cease. "There'll be none of that just yet." The next story is a girls that goes into an adult shop, and is taken by a bunch of older men. The vibrations almost bring me to orgasm once more. Then I read about a girl who is taken in the woods as she camps. I picture myself there as the girl. I almost orgasm before he turns off the vibrations. "Please. I need some relief." I ask. "Shut up, and keep reading." I read on, and read about a girl who is taken in by a Sasquatch, and her husband is tossed aside as she succumbs to it's advances. She gives herself to it entirely as the story advances. The vibrations increase bringing me so close, and making it really hard to read. Then they stop once more. "That's enough." He says standing up. I see the bulge in his pants, and I can't take my eyes off it. He stands inches from me with it right in my face. I find myself reaching up to touch it. It feels so hard in his pants. The vibrations begin again, but they are low and just enough to drive me crazy. "Do you want to see it?" "Yes." I moan. He unzips, and it pops out almost hitting me in the face. He's slightly bigger than my husband, and it's throbbing hard. I watch it bounce as it throbs in front of me. The head a dark pink color looking me in the eye. The vibrations again cease. He leans forward brushing the tip across my lips wiping his pre cum on me. I lick my lips tasting it. I've missed that flavor. It's been so long since I've tasted it. I savor it. He then lays on the floor on his back, and slowly strokes his dick. I watch in lustful disbelief. Here's a nice hard cock waiting for me. My needs can be filled. I stand up as if on instinct, and before I know it I am lowering myself onto his cock while I hold it up. It fills me so nicely. My vagina tightens around him as I fuck. It feels so good. My body tingles all over. His hands wrap around my breasts, and caress them gently<b> pinching </font></b>my nipples sending pleasure shocks through me. I hear myself moaning combined with the wet sounds of sex. He pulls me down taking my nipple into his mouth sucking on it. It drives me wild. My body tenses as he switches from one nipple to the other, and his cock pushes in and out of me. His hands grab my hips, and he begins to ram hard into me from below. Then I lose myself completely. My body begins to shake and quiver as my vagina throbs on his cock. My eyes roll back into my head, and I lose all control. I feel all of my tensions and frustrations flowing from my body through my crotch. It feels so intense. So relieving. He keeps fucking me hard as my orgasm courses through me. His hips slamming against me making me shake even more. He rolls me onto my back without even pulling out of me. Then he plunges deep into me holding me tight, and I hear him groan in my ear. I feel the streams of hot cum as they shoot against my vaginal walls. He holds it in me as the pulsations add to the feelings of his semen filling me. There's so much that I can feel it leaking out, and over my butthole. I watch his hairless chest ripple as he finishes inside of me, and my own orgasm ebbs. He grinds his cock as deep as he can into me mashing my labia, and I feel him deep within me still rock hard. The throbbing is slowing as he finishes. He looks down at me with a smirk on his face. I look up at him hating myself. His cock still buried deep inside of me. I just want him to let me leave so I can go cry. Instead he takes my wrists, and holds my arms up over my head. Then he lifts my legs high as he spreads them open. "Don't move." He says. I feel him slowly withdraw his cock, and I feel the tip press against my anus. I jump. "No! I don't do that." I say holding his hips back. "Shut up." He says slapping my breasts. "I told you not to move." He pokes it against my virgin anus once more. "Please don't." I begin to beg. Just then I hear the basement door open, and footsteps coming down the stairs. We both look to see Tom's fiance Sarah walking up to us. She stares at me, and I mouth the word "help." "Tom what are you doing?" She asks. "Getting ready to fuck her ass." "Does she want to?" "I don't know. I didn't ask. But she did just get done creaming all over my dick." "I don't want it. Please make him stop." I plead to her. "Well honey, I've seen your profile on that website, and I'm sure that you really do want it, but if you're really nice to me and convince me in the right way, I'll ask him to stop." I'm confused. What way is she talking about? It isn't but a few seconds before I find out as she pulls off her jeans and underwear. Then her shirt and bra. She lays on her back beside me, and pulls me over onto my side beside her. Her long brown hair laying on the carpeted floor as she pulls my face close kissing me. Her tongue darts into my mouth, and it feels so strange. Her lips are so soft and warm. Inviting and pleasurable. I allow myself to succumb to her, and we kiss for a few minutes. Her warm body pressing against mine, and her hands caressing my breasts. I am getting horny once more as the need rises inside of me. She pulls my face down using my hair making me kiss her chin and neck, and then her breasts. Her nipple is so hard that it feels weird on my tongue as I lick it. I wrap my lips around her areola, and caress the other breast. She's not large chested, but ample. I switch breasts, and then switch back giving both equal attention. Her moans and the way she's writhing tells me that I'm doing it right. After a few minutes of pleasuring her breasts I feel her hand on the top of my head pushing my face down her flat stomach. I kiss and lick all the way down until I kiss her hairless crotch. She smells so sweet, and the heat is warming my face. I curiously stick my tongue out licking her vaginal cleft. I taste her sweet juices, and I'm surprised by how god she tastes. A bit sour and bitter, but mostly sweet and salty. I crawl between her legs as she opens them, and I kneel staring at her crotch. My heart is beating hard as I realize that I'm having my first experience with another girl. Her labia is so pretty. The way her pussy opens when she spreads her legs is a nice sight. Her heat and scent fill my senses as I notice her juices coating her labia. She sits up just enough to take my head, and pull my face down to her crotch. I open my mouth taking as much of her into it as I can, and then I lick her hard clit while delving my tongue into her vagina at the same time. She grabs my head, and pulls my face tight to her rocking her hips fast. I lick and suck the best I can while she holds me tight. I't hard to breathe, but I don't care. I love knowing that she's loving it. In minutes she arches her back letting out a long loud moan. I feel a rush of liquid fill my mouth. I gulp it down instead of choking on it. Her body shakes under me as she convulses in orgasm. I lick and gulp as she moans over and over. After about a minute she pushes me away, and lays back panting and smiling. "Tom. Please don't fuck her big ass." She says when she catches her breath. "It's hers or yours babe." "Sorry sweetie." She says to me. "There's no way that big dick is going into my ass." He kneels behind me, and pushes my face down onto her bald mons. I feel his dick as he rubs it across my asshole using his leaking semen for lubrication. Then he shove his hard cock into my vagina making my eyes roll back into my head in pleasure. He holds it in me motionless. "So how was Jack?" He asks her as though I'm not here. "He's a lot better now." "I would guess. I'm sure you treated him right." "Just like I treat you right. And you new girlfriend here just made sure that I wouldn't get knocked up too." "How about that? How does that make you feel?." He asks me. "You just licked her boyfriend's cum out of her." I feel him pull out of me, and then push against my asshole once more. I feel myself opening around his dick as the head pokes into my stretching hole. I get wider and wider until I feel that I can't open any more. Then I feel the pinch as my hole is stretched wider. It hurts. "You really want to try to relax or this is going to hurt a lot more." He says. Impossible. It hurts. He keeps pushing more in until I feel him push against my sphincter muscle. He pushes a bit harder, but it doesn't give. It just hurts. He pulls back, and begins to fuck my ass pushing hard against my muscle on every thrust into me. I feel him spit down my crack, and then feel his cock slide more easily into me as his spit lubes us. His thrusting slowly gets harder and harder. After a short while he grabs my hair pulling my face off her crotch, and makes my back arch as he pulls me backward. Then I feel him ram his cock hard into me. My sphincter gives way, and he fills my rectum with his cock. I feel the burning inside of me as the pain sets in. My body goes numb from my waist down. I feel his hips slamming against my ass cheeks sending ripples through my body. I can somewhat feel his cock as it moves in and out past my sphincter. The pain is profound, and my legs are shaking because of it. I look up to see Sarah recording me as her fiance ruins my ass. I feel him spreading my ass cheeks letting his cock ram deeper into me. The feeling is slowly returning and the pain is subsiding, but it hurts when he hits deep into my guts. His big hands hold my ass open while pulling me toward him at the same time. His body slams hard against mine. His grunts fill the air as he uses me. It seems like an eternity before he finally plunges deep into me, and groans. It hurts, but it feels so strange feeling his hot cum blasting into my rectum. I can feel his dick pulsating and twitching against my sphincter as his load fills me. My insides feel like they're being bloated from the sheer amount of semen so deep inside of me. It lasts for a few minutes before he begins to go limp inside of me. I feel my sphincter clamp down pushing his dick out, and trapping his semen inside of me somewhat. I try to move, but fall over. My ass burning from the destruction. Sarah gets dressed, and notices my underwear on the stool. She laughs knowing that he had wrapped a vibrator in them and made me sit on it. I look at Tom, and see his limp dick and the front of his legs coated with a pink tinge. I realize that it's my blood, and I need to clean up. "When you can stand I'll take you to the bathroom." He says. Sarah and Tom walk up the stairs, and I lay there for a bit before again attempting to stand. I make it to my knees before they return cleaned up. Tom is still naked, but Sarah is dressed. "Looks like an offer I can't refuse." Tom jokes as he steps in front of me. He takes my head pulling my face to his dick. I take him into my mouth, and suck on it. I feel it growing in my mouth, and in less than a minute it's poking against the back of my throat. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick, and stroke it while I suck so that he doesn't make me gag. He's loving it, and it's making me so horny. "Let's get you cleaned up." He says helping me up. He follows me up the stairs with his cock waving in the air. Sarah is right behind him. We go into the bathroom where I sit on the toilet, and let his cum flow out of my ass. Sarah pulls me into the shower, and uses the hand held sprayer to wash my bottom end before wiping me dry with a towel. All the while Tom is recording me with his phone. He stops when Sarah kisses me on the lips. It's so erotic, and it just increases my lust feeling her attend to me. She then leads me into the bedroom, and Tom presses tight to my back wrapping his arms around me. She takes out her phone, and begins to record. Tom kisses my neck sending shivers up my spine. His hard dick pressing between my ass cheeks and up to the small of my back. He nibbles and kisses my shoulder and all over my neck drawing out a few moans from me. He turns me around, and kisses me passionately holding me tight to him. I feel his strong muscles warming me all over. His hard dick slides between my legs, and across my wet crotch. I am so horny again. I want him inside of me. He pushes my shoulders down breaking the kiss, and I drop to my knees taking him into my mouth once more. I lick, suck, and stroke him letting myself go. Living in the moment I want nothing more than his cock. He takes my head, and pulls me to him making me gag as his dick goes down my throat. When he lets off I catch my breath, and then take the entire length on my own. I don't gag if I do it, and I can do it. My ex was bigger, and I could take him. I suck his entire length while he fucks my mouth. I just want him inside of me. I let my hand drop down, but he tells me to stop before I even get there. I want to orgasm so bad. His cock feels so good in my mouth. I need to touch myself. "I don't want you to ever play with yourself again. I will be the one in charge of your orgasms from now on, and I will decide when and where you will have them." I grab his hips, and concentrate on his dick. I worship it for almost ten minutes before he pushes my head back making me lean backward. He stands over me stroking himself. I reach up grabbing his cock, and take over stroking it. I lean forward licking the tip as I stroke, and then I lean back just in time to feel it get super hard in my hand seconds before the ropes of cum fly out covering my chest. I stroke it as it throbs in my hand. The streams of semen coat my breasts almost completely before they subside. I watch the last string of cum drip out onto me, and feel all of his load running down my breasts and stomach. I take him back into my mouth sucking out the last drops before he pulls away. I watch them both as they compare phones, and feel his semen tightening my skin as it dries. "I know that you have a busy week ahead. We're having a party Saturday. We want you here." Tom says to me. "The party is at a friends house, but we want you to come along." Sarah adds. "What about my husband?" "That's your problem. He's not invited." Tom replies. "Just be here at four. We'll go out for some supper first." Sarah says. "And you don't need to dress up. A shirt and shorts is fine." "You better get going to work before you're late. You don't even have time to shower. Looks like you'll be wearing my cum all night." Tom laughs. He's right too. I grab my clothes from the basement throwing them on as I walk to the door. I get home, change into my work clothes, and make it out the door only a couple of minutes behind schedule. All night I swear that my coworkers can smell his cum on me. One says that I'm "glowing" today, and another says that I seem different somehow. My mood does seem a bit up, but other than that I'm still me. Just with my neighbor's dried semen all over me, and leaking from my nether regions. I get turned on thinking about how he did me three times in a row. I haven't had that since my ex. That was only a few times. One night my ex tried to satisfy me, and we ended up fucking for almost a day and a half before he gave up. Well, his dick did. Little guy got tired I guess. I did like his dick in all of it's circumcised glory. I'm not a size queen, but he knew how to use what he had. There were times where it hurt at first because of the size, but those times were few and the pain was short lived. My husband isn't much more than six inches. He does get really hard, and he definitely knows how to use it. He too is circumcised, and it makes the dick look nicer, I think. I've never been with a man that still had his foreskin. I've seen pictures and videos, but they look funny, and not what I consider good looking. When I get home I see my husband sitting on the couch watching TV as usual. I kiss him, and sit in the recliner to relax. I wonder if he suspects anything? Should I tell him that the neighbors forced me to have sex? I'm sure he'll blame me for it, and he wouldn't be all that wrong. I can't tell him. In the very least it would break his heart like mine was when I was cheated on. I just have to find a way to end this all. I'll go with them Saturday, and tell them that enough is enough over supper. They won't argue if we're in public, and they won't do anything to me with witnesses. Soon we retire for the night, and I slip off into slumber. I dream of Tom fucking me so gently. Making love to me like my husband would. Then he pulls out and covers me in so much cum that I'm literally drowning in it. Then Sarah is on a boat floating past laughing at me. She's buck naked, and sitting there with her legs wide open. Then I wake up. I turn to see my husband snoring away beside me, and I go down to the bathroom. I pee, and then notice that the gusset of my underwear and the back of them is soaking wet. I sniff it, and decipher that it's my vaginal secretions. I change underwear, and return to bed. I lay in a huge wet spot, but don't make a fuss because I don't want to wake him up. I fall back asleep wondering how such a crazy dream could make me so wet? I don't feel rested much when my alarms rings off a few hours later. I get up, and go through the motions of the morning. I skip cleaning, and take a nap before work. I lay there still horny, but more tired. Then the night follows it normal routine. Work, sleep, and then get up to do it all over again.I slept good without any weird dreams, and then checked the site for messages. After answering them I get a message from my new friend. "Was it fun?" Is all he asks. "What?" "You still haven't figured it out?" "What are you talking about?" "I know where you live, and I watch you. I have been for a long time now." I fill with fear as it hits me that I have a stalker. "What do you want?" I ask. "Many different things. Right now I want you to undress completely in the window so I can watch you." "I'm not going to do that." "You would if you knew what was good for you. I'm not really asking." I'm in a bit of a bind once more. What would he do if I didn't? He was always so nice, and I opened up to him about everything. How could I have been so stupid. "And if I don't?" "You don't want to go there. You WON'T have any fun that way." "If I do this it will be all that I'll do. No more. Got it?" "That's all that I'm asking." I open the lace curtains, and look out. I don't see anything out of place, or anything strange. I pull off my sweater, then jogging pants, followed by my bra and underwear. I stand there for a few seconds before closing the curtains, and sitting down. "Very nice. You have such nice tits." "Where are you?" I ask hoping for an answer. "Here. Look out, and if you look close enough you'll see me." I open the curtain enough to peek out, but I see nothing. I return to the computer. "I can't see you." "But I can see you. Put your ass against the window. I want to see that." I look out again before pressing my ass against the cold window. "Nice. I want to cum all over you." "Not happening." "It will. Time to go. Later." He ends. I get dressed, and look out all of the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of my stalker. No luck. I sit back in the chair, and try to get my mind off him. I pay bills, and then begin to surf the internet reading headlines. It isn't long before my horniness leads me into looking at pictures and videos of porn. I get so turned on seeing a cock as it thrusts into a woman, and then shoots all over. I find myself reaching down, and then stop myself remembering that I was told not to. "To hell with that." I think. "I'm not playing thier games anymore. I'll do as I please." Then my mind thinks about my stalker. "What if he's watching me? I don't want to give him anything to use against me." I stop, and withdrawn my hand quickly as I look around. Then I go back to the news headlines to try to get my mind off my wet crotch. Before long it's time to go to work. After that the week drags by in the same old rut. The only constant is my need for an orgasm, and my hesitation to give myself one. By Saturday I am so horny that it's just not right. I tell my husband that the neighbors have invited me to a party, and that it's a girls only event. He tells me to have a good time, and that he won't wait up for me. I tell him that it shouldn't be an all night thing, and that I plan to return early. I dress in some old jeans, and a sweater. Make myself up, and do my hair so I don't look like a complete bum. I walk over to their house a little before four, and Sarah answers the door smiling. Tom walks up behind her, and they both walk to their car. I sit in the back with Sarah leaving Tom to drive alone in the front. Sarah kisses me as soon as we drive up the road. Her tongue swirls around in my mouth while her hands caress my breasts. It lasts for minutes making me so wet. Then she stops, and smiles at me. "Sorry. I needed that." She says. I don't say anything. She kisses me again, and I melt in her arms. My lust taking over leading me down the wrong path again. We kiss until the car stops, and then I follow them into the restaurant. We sit a a table across from each other. Sarah wearing the biggest smile accenting her mini skirt and vee neck blouse. Both in matching burgundy color. Tom is wearing blue jeans, and a gray button down shirt. "Order anything you want." Tom says to me. "It's my treat." "I'm not really that hungry." I admit. I think about how and when to let them know that I'm done with the situation. It gives me a knot in the pit of my stomach. Sarah keeps staring at me. She reminds me of a school girl with a crush. "Sarah really missed you." Tom says when he notices me looking at her. "She kept asking about you over and over." "Well, here I am." We order some food, and Tom leads the conversation talking about the party. He says that it's a birthday and engagement party for one of their friends being held out on a farm in the country. There's supposed to be a band, and all the beer you can drink. He talks about the friends that are supposed to be there, and Sarah chats about a few others. I'm not really part of the conversation, and I just listen as we eat. They discuss their lives, and it eventually turns to them discussing their sexual arrangements. "We have an open marriage." Sarah says. "We have others that we just have sex with while we still hold sex between us a something special." "Yeah. I love Sarah. She fucks her boyfriend, and I fuck her sister. It works out great." She looks at Tom with a smirk. "I was trying to be more discreet about it." "She also has her girlfriend that visits once in a while, but she's moved in with her boyfriend now so we don't see much of her." "Now I have you." She says smiling. "About that." I start. "Desert." Tom interrupts. "Sweets for the sweets." Sarah cuts a peice off her cake, and feeds it to me. Then she takes a bite herself. I try to talk, but everytime I open my mouth Sarah shoves more cake in. Soon it's all gone, and Tom leads us to the car. I begin to hate myself for not following through with my plans. Now we're driving to the farm. I try to talk in the car, but my mouth is quickly filled with Sarah's tongue. "I want you so bad." She admits breaking the kiss for a second. Seconds later she is pushing my face down as she lays back opening her legs. I see that she is left her underwear at home, and my face is quickly mashed against her wet pussy. "Fuck me." She moans. I lick and suck letting my tongue slip as deep into her vagina as it can. She tastes so sweet this time. No sour or salty taste. She tastes good. I find myself wanting to eat her up as my lust takes me. Her hips buck as I lick her clit, and her moans echo through the car. She pulls my head tight to her, and moans loud. Her back arches forcing her pussy against my mouth, and I feel her juices gushing into it. I gulp and swallow trying not to choke. Her body shakes as her orgasm rages through her. Then it begins to ebb, and soon she collapses down to the seat panting. "I think I love you." She coos. I wipe her off my face with my hands, and she pulls her skirt back down. Then she sit beside me, and cuddles until we pull into the field where everyone is parking at the farm. I see a lot of cars and trucks as we get out, and I see a lot of guys as we walk up in front of the stage where the band is playing. The friend walks up, and Tom introduces me to Matt the friend. He tells us to relax, and drink up. Tom walks away with Matt leaving Sarah and I alone. I soon spot a few other girls, but the men outnumber the women at least ten to one. It's only six thirty, and I already see a few guys totally drunk. The day has gotten warmer than I had hoped, and I'm a bit warm, but I'm sure the night will be cool and chilly. Tom soon returns to us, and Sarah finds her boyfriend. She wanders off with him, and I just stand there watching the band play. One of the drunks comes up behind me, and grabs my butt. I push him away, and he comes right back grabbing my breasts. I kick him in the balls, and he goes down writhing in pain. Calling me all kinds of names he winds up pissing himself before Tom and Matt drag him to his car to pass out. "Sorry about that." Tom says when he returns. "Old Belly Boy never could handle his alcohol. You okay?" "Yeah. He ripped my shirt some, but I'm fine." "It looks better." Tom says looking at how the neckline has been torn open. "It show more of your cleavage. You have nice tits. You should show then off more." "I don't think so. Then guys like your friend see that as an opportunity." The sun sets, but it stays really warm. The band decides to take a break, and I follow Tom as he talks to his friends. We happen on Sarah as she was fucking her boyfriend on the front porch of the house. She grabs me as we walk past, and kisses me as she orgasms. She doesn't let go until she's done, and then I am left to find Tom. He didn't get far, and I make my way to the bathroom to pee. Matt tells me that there's a better bathroom upstairs that I can use since the drunks have messed up the one on the main level. I go up, and do my duty washing my hands and straightening myself before returning to the crowd. Tom has gone back to the stage, and I go to look for him there. Sarah isn't on the porch anymore, and everyone is gathering in front of the stage. I walk up to see what's happening. Tom pulls me to the middle of the crowd, and I see a large screen set up behind the band. On it is a picture of Matt when he was a baby. Tom gets up on stage, and calls Matt up. "Well buddy. You're another year older, and have set yourself up to fuck the same pussy for the rest of your life. How does that make you feel?" Tom asks. Matt shrugs his shoulders. "You will soon be looking at women in a whole different light my man. Usually by the light of the monitor as you watch porn." Every guy there laughs. I think it's a dumb joke. "Even your tastes for porn will change. It'll go from professional hardcore stuff to amateur sensual stuff. With a little hardcore mixed in. You'll go from the action to wanting to know the lead in. And if your future wife has the right mindset she'll be the star of your porn. She may even let you be the costar on occasion." I laugh with the crowd with this quip. I watch as the screen begins to show Matt as he was growing up, and then it showed his fiance as their relationship progressed. "In a few days you're going to have the prim and proper engagement party, but right now it's just us. I figure that I'll get you off on the right foot. Watch the screen buddy." Tom says turning Matt around. I watch on the screen as a video begins of a bigger girl asking the person answering the door if he's selling a couch. From there they go to look at it. The owner notices that she has a button popped, and is wearing a corset under her clothes. He then strips he down, spanks her, and fucks her right on the couch. I got so wet watching it. I sense all the testosterone around me, and it's giving me chills. Next the screen fills with a shaky video from a phone. I watch as it pans from the floor to out the window. Then I look in horror when I see my house. I stare in shock as I watch myself open the curtains, and undress in the window before closing them. Then it switches to me on my knees and naked sucking Tom's cock until he finishes all over me. Then it goes black. "Well buddy. Now it's time for your present from me." Tom says as he takes my hand leading me onto the stage. "Here's the star of those last couple of snippets." He spins me around so Matt can look me over, and the crowd does too. "Sweetie. Show him what your mouth can do." Tom tells me. I hesitate for a moment before dropping to my knees. The crowd cheers as I pull Matt's dick out, and suck on it. He's about the same size as my husband with a big mushroom head. He doesn't get really hard, but I suck him anyway. I have no problems taking all of him into my mouth, and he fucks my face with the same rhythm that I'm bobbing my head with. In a few minutes I taste his cum as he finishes in my mouth. I swallow it down as he puts his shrinking dick away. The crowd again cheers loudly. I look out to see the phones out recording me. I feel so gross and ashamed. Tom kneels beside me smiling. He pats me on the head, and helps me to stand up holding my hair on the back of my head gently. He turns me to watch the screen. On it I see our conversation online when I told him my fantasies, and thoughts. "You're my stalker?" "I'm your owner." He turns me to face the crowd, and then leads me to the middle where a lift truck is parked. He ties my wrists together, and then to the fork as it's raised above my head. My ankles are tied to the opposite ends of a long board laying on the ground making my legs spread wide. Tom steps back looking at me for a minute. Then he steps in front of me, and rips my sweater open. Then right off me. He unhooks my jeans as I beg him to stop. I feel them tear as he rips them from me. The crowd is cheering away as he grabs my bra. He pulls it right off me. "Look at those titties bounce." Some guy says. Then Tom grabs the waistband of my underwear. I beg him not to again, and he smiles as he pulls them up. I feel them digging into my crotch, and then hear them beginning to rip. They cut into me before the fabric finally lets go with the loudest rip I've ever heard. Then Tom holds my torn underwear up to my face before shoving them into my mouth. He steps back, and I watch as he unhooks his belt. He walks around me, and it makes me nervous. Then I feel the belt slice across my bare chest. I moan against the underwear in my mouth. Then another lash cuts across my mons. It stings so much. Then I feel it wrap around my hip and cut into my bared ass. He whips me all over for a long time. By the time he stop my skin is on fire. He steps in front of me, and I feel his fingers slip into my vagina. "You are so wet." He says pulling the underwear from my mouth. Then I feel his fingers withdraw, and he shows them to me. I see my wetness all over them jus before he shoves them into my mouth. I suck my juices from his fingers before he steps back. I watch as the groper from before walks up next to Tom. Then Tom steps back behind him. "I owe you one bitch." He says. Then he hauls back, and kicks me square in the crotch. It hurt so bad. I moan in pain feeling the bruise forming on my crotch. He mush have steel toed shoes on or something. Then as the pain begins to numb my crotch I feel my urine flow, and hear it puddling under me. When I finish peeing Tom unties my ankles, and then ties my breasts. I watch as he ties the ropes around my breasts to the other fork on the lift, and then feel myself being lifted by my chest. It pulls painfully. It feels like my boobs are being ripped off. Then I feel myself being moved closer to the stage. I am then lowered down, and untied. Tom looks down at me as I sit on the dirt. He just smiles, and tells me to enjoy myself before he walks away. The crowd closes in on me, and I am pushed onto my back as a dick is shoved into my mouth. My legs are spread, and a dick slides into my vagina. They use me for minutes before I am made to swallow one load while the other is pumped into me. Then I am lifted onto my knees where another dick slides into my pussy while another takes my mouth. My hands are quickly filled with dick also, and they use my hands to stroke themselves. The guy in my mouth pulls out, and shoots all over my face while the guy fucking me really pounds me hard. I feel an orgasm slowly grow inside of me, and my lust begins to take over my mind once more. The guy hammers my pussy hard until he pulls out and cums all over my ass crack. Then the next guy pulls him away, and rams his dick into my asshole. I scream as he tears it open shoving it all the way in with one motion. Then he fucks my ass as hard as he can. I look back to see the groper hate fucking my ass. He slaps my cheeks while he rams into me, but he doesn't last long. In minutes he groans as he finishes in my rectum. Then he slaps my ass one last time as he gets up. I am pulled on top of a guy that is laying beside me, and I lower myself onto his hard dick. He's quite well endowed, and it fills me full. I feel my orgasm begin to surface again as I fuck him. A dick is shoved in my face, and my lust makes me take it into my mouth. My hands are again quickly occupied with two more dicks. Then I feel a cock push against my asshole. It slips right in. I have never been so full of dicks in my life. I moan against the cock in my mouth as my orgasm courses through me. I orgasm long and hard as they fuck me. I swallow the cum from the dick in my mouth, and then feel another load shoot into my asshole. When he pulls out I sit up on the big dick in my pussy, and I watch as the cock in my left hand begins to throb and shoot all over my left breast. Then the cock in my right hand covers my right breast. I stroke them both until they finish, and then feel the guy in me fuck me from underneath. I lean forward, and let him. He pushes me off, and lays me on my back. He slides back into me, and fuck s me hard and deep. In a few minutes I see him tense up. "I'm going to cum right in your uterus bitch." He moans as he lifts my legs high. He wasn't kidding. I feel him hitting my cervix as he rams hard into me, and then push even deeper as his load shoots into me. My legs are damn near above my head, and I'm almost folded in half as he crushes me with all of his weight making sure his dick is as deep as it can be. It was a relief when he finished so I could put my legs down. That relief didn't last long. I am quickly rolled back onto my knees, and another dick slides into my vagina while more use my mouth and hands. I am fucked over and over for hours. They use ever hole in my body, and leave me covered from head to toe in semen. Before I know it the sun is rising, and they are still using me. I am so tired, sore, and worn out. I had so many orgasms that I lost count. I see the crowd is almost gone now, and I wait for the last few to have me so I can rest. When the last guy shoots his cum into my pussy and walks away I lay there on my back with my legs wide open unable to move. I am so worn out that I can't even feel the semen as it leaks out of me. It's all I can smell and taste though. I see Tom walking up with a guy. He looks to be in his fifties, and has a beer belly. I see that his black and gray hair is combed over to cover the bald spot. They walk up to me, and look down at me. "Still alive?" Tom asks. I nod. "You look a mess. Was it as enjoyable as you had hoped?" I again nod. "Good. Now let's get you washed up. My friend here doesn't want some dirty old to fuck." Tom helps me up, and over to the hose where he sprays me down with the cold water. It hurts my bruised and battered flesh. Then he tosses me some soap telling me to soap down. Once I finish he rinses me with the cold water concentrating on my lower end. "That's good enough. Let's go inside." I follow Tom and his friend inside where Tom tells me to kneel by his friend's feet. He puts a porn video in the DVD player, and then sits to watch it. His friend begins to pet my head. It feels good so I lay my head on his knee. Then I hear a zipper so I turn to look. I see the guy pulling out the longest and thickest cock I've ever seen. He has to be ten inches long, and four around. He looks down at me, and waves it toward me. I kneel between his legs, and take the monster into my mouth. I open as wide as I can trying to take it in. I try to see if I can take every inch. I can't, and I view that as a challenge. If a sword swallower can do it so can I. So I do my best to take it all, and it gets nice and hard in my mouth. I kiss and suck his balls, lick up and down the shaft, and try over and over to take it all into my mouth. He let's me suck him for a while before he taps my head, and motions for me to fuck him. I begin to worry. He's just too big. But I do as I'm told. I slowly straddle his lap, and lift his big dick to my vaginal opening. I slowly lower myself down feeling it opening my sore vagina wider and wider as it enters me. I soon feel myself stretching around the girth as my pussy slowly opens to accept him. Inch by inch I impale myself on his cock until I feel it hit my cervix. Then I stop. I look down at him feeling his cock stretching me wider than ever. He smiles as I begin to fuck him. My pussy getting used to the sheer massiveness of his shaft. I gain speed as the pleasure begins. He soon holds my hips controlling my speed and motions. He starts pulling me down harder and harder. I feel his cock banging against my cervix. He doesn't seem to be caring if it hurts me or not. I sure of that when he pushes up as he pulls me down, and I feel his cock push through my cervix making me moan in pain. I feel his hips slam against me as he buries every inch inside of me. His cock feels like it' |
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I love the thought of my cock sliding in to you and my hips slamming down on you, creating our own internal combustion engine that functions like a well tooled machine. .../8
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I wish you were my neighbor!
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wow , long and hot storry !! good job !
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That my dear is one of the longest and hottest stories I have ever read on here. I could never be that forceful with a woman, but since it was your writing I read it through your fantasies and desires.
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