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I Fell in Love With My Neighbor
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)
***
Sarah moved next door and he had an immediate crush on
her but in high school he couldn't imagine acting on his
wishes, but as a collegian he took a chance. (MF, d/s,
oral, anal-play, rom)
***
Since I turned fourteen I had this huge crush on my then
new neighbor, Mrs. Whitson is a petite green eyed
brunette who always had blonde streaks in her hair.
She's not built like most teen-aged boys' dreams. She
doesn't have huge breasts, but her cute but small ones
was part of my infatuation. My best friend laughed at me
and said, "Good grief, Bill, you could lose them in your
hand. She must be the president of the Tiny Tit Troup.
Everyone else prefers Kelly's melons."
I smiled and ignored him and the other guys. I thought
she was an angel come down from heaven. I obviously had
the crush to end all crushes. She never did anything to
encourage or discourage me.
Guess I wasn't truly aware how small her breasts were
until recently. Her tits were not what drew me to her
anyway. She was twenty years old at the time she moved
next door and had just married. I decided that she isn't
all that older than me.
I hung around near her and tried to help her whenever I
could. I mowed their lawn and shoveled their driveway
and walks when it snowed. Mr. Whitson paid me well. He
is rather quiet but looked stern all the time. Even when
he smiled, he appeared stern. He also worked a lot of
hours at his job. I didn't see that much of him.
Her name is Sarah. I love that name. For some reason it
creates these images in my mind and she fit every one of
them. Sarah didn't work. In the summer she would sun
bathe on their deck and swim laps in their pool.
Almost from day one, she invited me to swim laps with
her. Besides being young and pretty, she would talk to
me about almost anything. She became that special friend
that you could talk to about things you couldn't talk to
your parents or friends about, especially about girls.
She helped my confidence when it came to dating when I
went to high school. I adored her and wished she was
mine every day.
Our lives changed four years later on a Tuesday in late
May. I stayed home all day after I completed my first
year of college. I hadn't found a summer job yet. Jobs
had become scarce that summer.
One day while I checked out my new smart phone – a
present from my folks for maintaining a four point oh
grade for the year. I happened to look out my window and
saw Mrs. Whitson on her deck. She was sun bathing in the
nude. I guess she didn't know or maybe she forgot I was
not in school because she never did that before when I
was home.
I began to take some test pictures with my new phone and
used her as my model. It was when she rolled over onto
her back that I first noticed how small her tits really
were. They were cute, nearly flat but high on her chest
with puffy areolas that made her nipples look even
larger.
I was getting some nice shots when a strange man
sauntered into her back yard. He went directly onto the
deck as if he belonged there. She tried to cover up, but
the man said something to her and she removed the towel.
I immediately wondered who this guy could be that he
could make her react like that.
They started what obviously was an intense argument. All
of a sudden he dropped his pants. I almost dropped the
camera. Then it came to me who the guy was. He had to be
her older brother. She told me once that she had an
older brother in the military. I guessed it must be him
home on leave.
Next thing I know, she is on her knees gobbling up his
erection. She gave him a superb blow job and I got a
dozen snapshots. He must have shot a wad in her mouth
because she suddenly pulled back and the next couple of
shots splashed on her face and chest.
I could tell that her brother laughed at her as he put
his cock away and zippered up. He said something to her
and she shook her head no. Then he bent down to kiss her
forehead and left.
I was in half a daze. There was my sweet, gentle Sarah,
sitting on her deck, naked, covered in cum that she had
just sucked off her brother and did a better job than
even Kelly Rivers ever did. Kelly was the high school
number one slut.
You had to be a real dork not to get a blow job from her
at least once. She did me nearly once a week my last two
years. We shared not a smidgen of affection about it,
just sexual satisfaction for both of us.
That's neither here nor there. This story is about Sarah
and me. I kept an eye out the rest of the week to see if
her brother would show up again. If he did, I never saw
him.
The following Monday, I saw her sun bathing again, but
this time wearing her pink bikini. I knocked on the gate
between our yards. She looked up, smiled her sweet smile
and waved me into her yard when she saw me.
We always had a friendly relationship. Like I said, I
had this crush on her that grew over the years and would
often dream of being with her sexually. Those dreams
became wet ones this past week.
She peered up at me, used her hand to shade her eyes and
asked, "Hi, Billy. Did you do well in college this
year?" I sat on the lawn chair next to her lounge. "Four
point oh for the year. It wasn't very hard and I made
first string on the JV soccer team, skipping past the
Frosh team."
Her smile broadened as she said, "That's wonderful.
Would you like something cold to drink?"
"Not right now. I want to have a serious discussion with
you."
She smiled uncertainly and asked, "A serious discussion?
About what, do you have some new girl problems?"
"Sort of, I suppose you know that I have had a crush on
you from the time you moved in here."
She nodded cautiously and said, "I know you did when you
were younger. It was kind of cute. But I thought you'd
get over that by now."
"The truth is, Sarah, I still have a huge crush for you.
You are so beautiful and sweet. I think you're the best.
So I decided that I want you as my sex slave."
She looked at me as if she didn't comprehend what I just
said, so I continued. "I want us to make love and have
all kinds of sex whenever – and wherever we can. I
really thought about this, and there is no one I feel
this way about but you."
She crossed her arms over her chest and sat up with her
legs crossed at her ankles. In a horrified tone, she
said, "Billy, I hope you are not serious. What could
possibly make you think I would do such a thing?"
I passed her a couple of the nudie shots I took last
week. "Will these convince you?"
"Omigawd, I can't believe you invaded my privacy like
this."
"Well, it was quite a surprise to me too. I got so
excited, I had to masturbate. I have some other pictures
to show you."
I passed her a picture of the blow job and another of
her covered in his cum. "I thought they might encourage
you to agree to be my sex slave."
She smiled as if I was telling a joke and said, "Billy,
you're not really serious. Are you?"
"I'm very serious, Sarah. I want you so bad. Would it
convince you if I told you I have these pictures and
more in my phone, as well as your husband's phone
number?"
She was in between pissed off and fearful when she said,
"Oh shit. This is so unfair. What do you really expect
of me?"
"I would love to see you naked so I can kiss and play
with your cute tits. Maybe you can give me a blowjob
while I do that. But first I want to kiss your sweet
lips."
I went over to her and she looked up at me as I bent
down. We kissed and she gave me a good kiss in return.
Then she pulled down my swim trunks, undid her bikini
top and loosed the ties on her bottoms to pull them off.
I put both of my hands on those tiny tits. To my
surprise and joy, her nipples were rock hard and they
felt so good jabbed into my palms. She slipped to her
knees and took me in her mouth. I was in heaven.
She did do me better than Kelly ever did. My crown
became swollen and purple as it filled with my blood in
seconds. She first kissed the tip and swirled her tongue
all around the crown then licked the under edge of the
ridge which caused my cock to leap.
In a flash she recaptured it in her mouth and took the
crown inside and washed it with her tongue as she used a
hand to stroke my length. I was surprised when I felt
her hand caress my butt cheeks. My breath became harsh
and ragged.
I took her blonde pony tail in my hands began to guide
her mouth to take in more of my cock. I threw my head
back and began repeated cries of 'awh, awh' as I pushed
my hips at her mouth.
She circled the base of my cock and squeezed tight to
prevent ejaculation. I groaned in a piteous way and
begged her. "Please let me cum. Please."
She let my cock go. In no time my cock became swollen
with the flow of cum right into her mouth. She took the
first two spurts deep into her throat before she rocked
back until she just had only my crown inside her mouth.
She began to suck like a vacuum cleaner until I had no
more to give.
Then she let me loose and I fell back on my ass and
stared at her in amazement and total satisfaction. She
used her towel to politely clean any cum on her lips.
Then she threw the towel in my lap.
I gave myself a quick cleaning before I picked her up to
carry her to lawn swing. I sat down with her in my lap
and began to kiss and caress her every place I could
reach. She practically swooned when my fingers caressed
and teased her pussy.
She huskily whispered, "Billy, be fair, it's your turn
to make me cum. Play with me, finger me and do what you
can to make me cum. Please!"
I did what she asked and she came all over my fingers. I
lifted my hand to her mouth. She licked her own juices
off. I put two of my fingers back in her pussy, covered
them in her honey so I could put them in my mouth. It
tasted so good.
As I sat in blissful satisfaction, Sarah said, "Billy,
let's go inside I want you to tell me more about what I
might have to do as your sex slave."
I could barely think. I hadn't really thought this
through. I figured she might tell her husband and he'd
come over and beat the shit out of me. Maybe I needed to
run away, but no. She seemed to accept the idea right
off the bat.
We agreed that if I could come up with an idea that we
would do it as long as it didn't hurt. That's the last
thing I wanted to ever do – hurt Sarah. We spent the
rest of the day getting to know each other better. After
I dumped my fifth load of cum in her I asked, "I was
wondering, Sarah. Are you on the pill or something?"
She shook her head and in a sad voice said, "Uh uh,
Billy, I'm not fertile. The doctors aren't sure that
even an implanted fertilized egg would come to term.
Actually, Mr. Whitson is happy about it. He doesn't like
children."
"Gee, doesn't that bother you? Why don't you work
someplace to fill your time?"
She laughed. "It doesn't bother me that much. It's not
like there're too few people in the world. I don't work
because, Mr. Whitson won't allow it. It can be a boring
life, but I stay with him because of our agreement that
he will always take care of me financially, even if he
divorces me. I'm just not allowed to seek a divorce or
run away. I guess that is why I'm actually happy you
wanted me to be your sex slave."
I gawked at that last sentence then managed to say,
"What if he finds out about us?"
She became very serious and said, "Oh, he mustn't;
because he could cause you problems. Do you know how to
properly lick a girl's pussy?"
I giggled. "I bet you can teach me."
She did and I had lessons until I was able to bring her
to a raging orgasm without using my cock or fingers. We
practiced all that day while Mr. Whitson was at work
until I had to leave. "Can I have another blow job
before I go? I'm primed and ready."
She immediately gobbled up my cock and did her magic. It
didn't take long for me to fill her mouth. She licked me
clean then pulled my head down to kiss me.
I licked a nipple that caused her to shiver. I said,
"You're the greatest. I want you to leave your back door
unlocked when your hubby leaves in the morning. Wait in
bed for me. Okay?"
She nodded with a naughty half smile.
***
In the morning I kept watch for Sarah's husband to
leave. As soon as I saw him drive off, I went out my
back door and crossed over to her house. I was pleased
to find the back door unlocked and made a mental note to
get a copy of the keys to her house.
I took off my shorts (all I wore) in the kitchen and
tip-toed to her bedroom. My cock jumped to full
attention when I saw that she waited for me as naked as
the day she was born. She was gorgeous with her hair
loose on her pillow. Nipples were turgid and her green
eyes were exotically narrowed as she followed me into
her room. She wore her wicked angel smile when she saw
my bouncing cock. Then she spread her legs further open
to greet me.
I crawled between her legs and slid my arms under her
knees. As I crept closer, my arms hooked her knees to
drive them outside her body. When my cock touched her
pussy, I pushed her legs so that her knees were against
her sides and level with her breasts. I looked into her
eyes and could see she was curious as to what I had in
mind.
I rubbed my cock on her labia until they opened. I was
able to slide my cock in her wetness to further
lubricate. I smiled down at her and slipped my cock into
her vagina. She was so wet and ready for me. I was balls
deep on my first thrust.
Nevertheless, she was pretty snug. I pulled back until I
was only an inch deep. She moaned and begged me not to
stop. I slowly pushed in and her walls adjusted to me
and muscles caressed my cock as it slid in deeper. I
began a rhythmic thrusting. Her moans grew louder in
between deep breaths.
After a few thrusts, I pulled back until I nearly fell
out. She cried out. "No, don't stop. Please, please make
me your slut."
I responded by sliding back in deep, maybe a little
deeper. Once again I rhythmically thrusted up and down.
She moaned in time with me. She tried to push her hips
up to meet my down thrusts but couldn't get the support
to be able to lift her hips off the bed. I slowly
increased my speed. In between moans she made little
yipping noises that I couldn't decipher.
I pumped as fast as I could. Sarah's legs shook while I
kept a good grip on her hips. All of a sudden, her eyes
snapped open and she screamed, "Yes, yes, YES, I'm gonna
explode."
She came. I felt her body spasm twice and her vaginal
muscles clenched hard around my cock. Then I also came
and filled her. Her body continued to quake and I noted
tears in her eyes. I was afraid she was hurt, but then a
sleepy smile softened her face.
I began to slide out. She said, "Not yet. Leave it
inside me. It feels nice. Now I'm completely your sex
slave."
We lay in that position for a couple of minutes then my
softened cock fell out. I rolled over to her side and
let her legs fall down. She rolled into me and I pulled
her tight. "Thank you, Billy. That was wonderful."
"I should thank you and it was more than wonderful. May
I ask you a personal question?"
She giggled. "Billy, you just fucked me and I sucked
your dick. How much more personal can we get?"
"Oh, yeah. Well I'm curious as what you and your brother
argued about before you gave him a blow job. You didn't
seem to want to do it."
"I didn't and that is what we argued about. He began to
make me suck his cock when I was eight years old and he
was thirteen. George was, and still is, a big bully and
not just to me. He would spank me no matter where we
were if I didn't blow him when he demanded it."
"What a prick. I'll protect you."
"Please don't Billy. George is a martial arts expert in
the Marines. He's nasty mean and only the Marines would
take him."
"One more question. You're very tight. I don't think you
have been fucked very often. Not by George, nor Mr.
Whitson or anyone else, in my opinion."
"It's true. Today was only the third time a man's cock
entered me. George would never do it. He doesn't really
like women, if you know what I mean." I nodded. "I let
one boy do it in high school and he didn't know what to
do. He hurt me. Mr. Whitson only did me once, the night
we were married. It was over quick and he said, "That
makes it official." Then he went to sleep. He has never
touched me again. You have no idea how thrilled I am
that you want me as your sex slave."
"Err, but you were able to teach me how to lick and
finger you well enough."
"Gee, Billy, do you want my full sexual history. Okay, I
was in with a group of girls my last year in high
school. We were outsiders. We experimented with Lesbian
sex most of the year. The thing is, I'm not into girl on
girl sex, no matter how nice the orgasms were. Speaking
of that, would you please suck on my clit and finger
me?"
I was happy to oblige Sarah, with enthusiasm. I was
pleased that I brought her off four times before she
begged me to stop. I swear I could've licked and sucked
her pussy all day. Maybe one day I will.
We lay in each other's arms all morning to cuddle and
kiss. I love her body. Truth is that I love everything
about her. Her tits were both firm and soft and her
nipples just begged to be suckled. If we didn't need to
use the bathroom, we might have never got up until it
was time for her husband to come home.
However, we finally did get up since we both became
hungry around noon time. Sarah made us a salad for lunch
which we ate out on the deck. "Now it's my turn to ask
some questions."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Why in the world do you have such a crush on me? I'm
not that pretty."
"Gee, that's easy. I think you're beautiful and sweet
and now I know you are a sex goddess."
"How can you think I'm beautiful? I belong to the Tiny
Tits Team and I don't have the greatest legs. I thought
all you young guys like long legs and big boobs. My face
isn't all that terrific either."
"It is to me. I think you're perfect."
"Thank you, that makes me feel really good. So what do
you expect from your devoted sex slave as we go
forward?"
"Other than sex whenever I want? Well, I would prefer
you didn't wear panties or bras when I'm with you." She
nodded her agreement. "I would like to take you out
sometimes, but I want you to wear some sexy clothes."
She nodded again. "I want to have sex in different
places and different positions."
"You command me, so I'll likely agree to anything you
ask of me. What kind of clothes do you want me to wear?
I'll let you surprise me with your last item."
"I know a couple of neat stores, but we have to wait
until I make some money before I can afford to buy the
clothes for you."
She smiled so happily, my heart melted. "I can afford to
buy the clothes. Whitson ain't much of a husband, but he
gives me a generous allowance. When do you want to go
shopping? How about we go tomorrow after our morning
fuck?"
We spent an hour in the pool. We swam laps then fooled
around in the water and never had to worry about being
seen. The only place you can see her backyard, other
than from her house, is from my room on the second
floor.
When we were tired of the pool we went inside and fucked
again. This time she lay on her tummy with a pillow
underneath her hips. I was on top and rubbed her pussy
until she was wet and open. We both liked this position.
She told me that it stimulated her love spot inside. I
liked it because it seemed as if I was in deeper and her
muscles worked my cock more.
After we had a number of delightful orgasms, we showered
together. I love washing her body, but then I love
everything about her or did I mention that a time or
two. After we finished, I put on my shorts since it was
time for me to get home before her husband shows up.
***
Thursday I had a job interview as a summer temp
replacement doing accounts receivables and/or payables.
It was easy work and usually I needed to put in only a
half a day and most weeks only had to work four days. At
nine bucks an hour it wasn't much. I was lucky to bring
home more than hundred and thirty dollars a week. But it
also meant I got to see Sarah every day except the
weekends.
Friday I had no assignment so after a nice one hour
morning fuck fest, we went to find that boutique place.
Our first purchase was a black floral camisole set with
satin bows on the cups. We included a pair of black lace
above the elbow fingerless gloves and two pairs of sheer
patterned thigh high stay ups. A couple of black micro
miniskirts made it a complete outfit for when we go out.
I followed that up with a sexy leopard print off the
shoulder chemise with a ruffled neckline and hem. With
red thigh highs it was a complete outfit. Then I just
had to get her this red and black stretch print mesh
chemise with a completely open back. It was sooo hot,
especially without the G-string.
I wanted to get some more outfits, but Sarah said we had
more than enough. In the jewelry department, for a lark,
I bought her a rhinestone choker and a rhinestone slave
bracelet. She giggled when I asked her to wear them for
me. We stopped at the shoe boutique and got her a pair
of knee high boots with a four and half inch heel and a
half inch platform.
Next we went to the Pink Lady adult store. She wandered
around the clothing racks while I picked up some
lubrication, a butt plug, some anal beads on a string, a
pair of nipple clamps with a connecting silver chain, a
bullet vibrator with a remote control and a steel band
collar covered in black velvet. It came with a ring
attached.
We went into the back room so I could put the vibrator
in her vagina. It had seven speeds. We had fun with that
as we drove around and had lunch in a Chinese
restaurant. By then I practically depleted my non-
college money reserves. I drove her crazy in the
restaurant by dialing up the remote. Before we left, she
pulled it out by the antenna and put it in her purse.
On the way home we stopped at a quiet place off the road
and had a leisurely back seat fuck. I am sure I will
never get enough of her. Especially as she is such a
willing sex slave.
***
The weekend was dreary since her husband was home. I got
another temp job in the super market. It was good for
forty-five dollars a day for five hours. One Sunday
morning she came in to the store while I worked. On my
break we went out to my car in the back lot and she gave
me a blow job then I licked and fingered her to an
orgasm. Thereafter it would become more or less a
regular Sunday morning event.
That had to hold me until Monday. The rest of the
weekend I spent thinking of things we could do and of
places to do them. I could barely control myself when
Monday morning arrived and I didn't have to work. I
impatiently paced in my room from window to window as I
gazed outside waiting for Sarah's husband to leave. As
soon as he left, I dashed over to her backdoor. It was
unlocked.
She waited for me in her bed in the same manner as last
week. We did a sixty-nine for the first time. Once again
she swallowed my whole load. I began to realize she
liked to swallow, which was more than fine with me as I
loved to cum in her mouth as well in her vagina.
After lunch, I pressed her over the edge of the table
and fucked her. My cock felt so wonderful inside her
warm, wet vagina. The more often we fucked the more
active her vaginal muscles played on my cock. Sarah is
more amazing than I could ever have imagined.
After a little rest, while we watched her favorite soap,
we fucked again on the couch. We went into the bathroom
and we washed each other. She had me use an enema bag to
douche her pussy for the first time. Then hand in hand,
we went outside and dove into the pool to do our laps.
We showered one more time and I hustled home.
My Mom waited for me in the kitchen. "I notice you spend
a lot of time with our neighbor. Do you think it wise?"
"It's better than sitting around here. I get to use
their pool and we talk about things. I enjoy being with
her."
"You do know that it is improper to mess around with a
married woman, don't you?"
"Mom! Really! Even if I did, we are both adults. We're
just friends and she gets lonely and I make her laugh.
It's okay, Mom."
***
The next three days I worked. We didn't get much time
together. I went over early in the mornings to get my
blow job then I would suck and play with her nipples
while fingering her pussy. I'm sure neither of us was
completely satisfied. I'd fly to her home after work
quickly as I could.
She would wait for me on her bed with two pillows under
her hips and would jill herself before I got there. This
got her sufficiently wet with arousal so she was ready
to fuck as soon I came in. However, I would kiss her
first and lick down to her breasts and suck hard on each
nipple in turn. Before I would enter her, I fingered her
pussy until she was squirming in need and desire.
She would be in the hottest desire by that time. I slid
my cock balls deep into her and still she pushed back.
Her hands fisted the sheet on each side of head. Her
face was buried in a pillow until she needed air. As I
slowly rode her she'd go "uh, uh" as she breathed. She
might try to arch her back, but my weight held her down.
I didn't know it then but that increased her need to
come fast and hard.
I drove my hips as fast as I could. Every so often I
would hear her give me instructions – 'harder' 'more'
'come on'. Then when her body stretched out stiffly, I
knew it was time. I would respond in turn. My balls
tightened up, toes would curl and my ass would clench.
I held back until I heard her release a long exhale.
Then I'd fill her with my semen. When the wave of
orgasms came to an end and my spurts were done, I rolled
off her to one side so I could drag her over me.
Together we'd lie there with my arms around her. Every
so often she would shiver. It was good.
Timing was important, we had to be done and dressed
before her husband came home. He was usually regular
although sometimes he'd be late. That week twice, I was
going out the back door while Whitson came in the front.
It added to the excitement.
***
On Fridays we would be able to take our time to enjoy
our morning suck and fuck. Then hand in hand we dashed
outside and plunged into the pool to cool down. We swam
our laps before resting in the water all huggy-kissy
with a little extra feely-touchy.
On one Friday, she dressed in one of her new outfits –
the black floral camisole with the floral print lace top
with satin bows and ruffles. I suggested she wear one of
her micro miniskirts and stockings. I wore slacks and
sports shirt.
We drove onto the interstate and we rode down four
exits. Along the way she gave me another blow job. The
experience of her lips on my cock while I drove was
fantastic. I never tired of the pleasures she gave to
me. We came to our exit. I pulled off the highway into
the parking lot of an adult store.
The clerk gave her a good looking over. I could smell
Sarah's instant arousal. I bought a roll of quarters
before we browsed through the aisles. Most of the
entrance area was covered with shelves of books,
magazines and videos – both DVDs and tape. We looked
through a couple of the magazines. Typical porn, guys
with foot long cocks and women with huge tits.
We moved to the next section that contained sex aids and
BDSM gear. There were dildos, plugs, condoms, French
ticklers, creams, lotions, lubrications and ointments. I
picked up a package of ticklers and two bottles of Kama
Sutra Love Oil – one Raspberry and one Cinnamon.
There was a section for clothes and a section for toys.
I picked up a blindfold and a feather duster. The clerk
came over to us, ogled Sarah and asked if we needed any
help. I whispered to Sarah, "Take off the camisole and
ask if you can try on something."
As she slowly pulled up the camisole, I gave the clerk
my purchases and told him I'd pay for them on the way
out after we check out the movie booth. He nearly
dropped the things when Sarah got the camisole off and
shook her head to settle her hair. Her sweet little
boobs shook as well.
In a sweet pleading voice she asked, "May I try on some
of these tops?"
He stuttered. "Sh…sure y…you can m…miss."
Sarah tried on some outrageous thing, looked in the
mirror and shook her head. "Nope, that won't do. Let me
try on something else now."
He stared while a drop of drool escaped his lips. She
went through the same routine to take off the ugliest
top I've ever seen. Shook her head with a look of
disgust, she slipped the camisole back on. I took her
hand and we strolled to the rear.
I took notice of the several men who came in and were
browsing among the shelves. I smiled to notice that all
of them attempted to covertly watch Sarah. It was quite
obvious to me that Sarah enjoyed being the center of
attention.
There was a hand written list of the titles. We made our
choice, went through the door into the dim hallway with
a row of doors on each side. The booths were about six
feet square with a coin slot under the back-lit screen.
A bench was provided. A quarter got you ten minutes of
film so you likely needed six quarters to see the whole
thing.
The walls consisted of thin plywood panels between
booths. I put in three quarters and we sat on the bench.
It wasn't much of a surprise that the movie was dopey
and tedious.
The sounds of the movies spilled over, as did the
movements and moans of my neighbors. Roughly fifteen
minutes into the file, we heard a noise by the wall. A
cock was sticking through one of the cutouts.
Sarah whispered, "What's that all about."
"Some horny guy wants someone, probably you, to jerk or
suck him off."
"Should I do that?"
"Do you want to?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. I have you and I can't imagine
being that desperate to suck on some unknown cock. It
like that British thing – dogging."
I spoke up louder and said, "Sorry, we're not
interested."
The movie ran out and we didn't care to see any more. We
went to the clerk and I paid for my purchases and we
left. On the drive back she asked if I ever used a glory
hole. I told her once. I was with some school chums and
we got drunk and went to a place. I stuck my cock
through the hole and some guy sucked me off."
"Do girls go there?"
"I imagine there are some who do. It seems awfully
chancy to me, though." I looked at the clock and
realized I would need to break a speed limit or two to
get her home before Whitson shows up.
Another dreary weekend was ahead. But it turned out not
so bad. Her husband went out Saturday night, so I took
her to the movies. We sat in a dark corner of the
balcony. She gave me a lovely blow job and I fingered
her to a couple of orgasms. She sat on my lap towards
the end of the feature and we quietly fucked. We had
mutual orgasms during the noisy finale of the action
flick that neither of us actually watched.
We stopped at a pizza joint and got some slices and soft
drinks before I took her home. She changed into her
bikini. We sat on the swing for some huggy-kissy action.
When we heard his car pull into the driveway, she went
into the pool and I snuck home through the back gate.
***
Sunday, she again came to the store in the morning. We
went out back and enjoyed a quickie, at least I did. I'm
not sure she had an orgasm. Afterward I told her to stay
and I will come out in 45 minutes. But she said she had
to go home to her husband.
Monday it rained all day, so when I got home from my
job, we had a quick fuck in her bed. This working bit
sucks. I hardly saw her the next three days and come
Friday I was horny as hell. I raced over to her place as
soon as I saw her husband leave. She waited for me as
usual on her bed in her naked loveliness. We exchanged a
morning oral.
After some cuddling, I put the blindfold on her. I made
a big deal of getting her to lay on the bed just right
with her limbs just so. I bound her wrists in a silk
scarf and tied them to the bed posts then I did the same
to her ankles. I did this to misdirect her attention.
She kept laughing as she asked what I was going to do to
her.
I fetched my gym bag that I tossed on the floor at the
foot of the bed and took out a long feather. For a
couple of minutes, I waved it over her but didn't touch
her. My next move was to tickle her breasts and tummy
with the feather. She broke out in a serious case of
giggles while she begged me to stop. Her cries grew in
distress when I moved the feather down to tease her
pussy. She tried to wiggle free, but the bindings were
too well knotted.
When her cries became pitiful, I threw the feather on
the floor, and my lips and tongue retraced where the
feather had been. The moment my tongue touched her clit,
she moaned. I licked all around her clit.
Now and then I would suck it into my mouth. That's when
I would look up to see her face. She always had this
eyes closed look of divine ecstasy when I did her this
way. It was such a great turn on for me and I would do
her often this way.
I licked her to an orgasm. I undid the scarves and took
off the blindfold. We began an intense kiss and pressed
close to each other. Then she rolled me over and fucked
me like I had never been fucked before. She was a wild
cowgirl and I reveled in every bounce, wiggle and
scream. We climaxed together. We collapsed side by side
in exhaustion.
***
Wednesday the boss wanted me to come in early, so I
didn't get to see her until late. I rushed home to see
if there was time for Sarah and I to pleasure each other
before her husband came home. I slipped in the back door
and snuck up on her in the living room. I put my arms
around from her rear and kissed her neck. She giggled. I
turned her around and she said, "Wait. I have something
to tell you. The old buzzard won't be home tonight.
Let's go somewhere."
"I don't want us to ruin anything. Are you sure he won't
show up?"
She giggled again. I love her giggles. "Before he left
this morning He told me the he needed to go out of town
two nights every other week for a month or more
beginning that night and every other Wednesday and
Thursday."
"Fantastic. Where do you want to go?"
She kissed me and said, "Surprise me, but it must be
sexy and daring. Now go get dressed in your good slacks
and a nice shirt."
She pushed me away. I ran over to my home, took a quick
shower and put on my good slacks and a nice blue
business shirt, with no underwear. Mom wasn't home yet.
I left her a note that I be home later and scooted back
to Sarah's.
She was wearing her red and black stretch print mesh
chemise with the open back. It just barely covered her
ass and pussy. With it she put on a garter belt to hold
up a new pair of lacy red thigh highs with the knee high
boots with a four and half inch heels. She also put on
the rhinestone choker, slave bracelet and had done her
hair in a pony tail.
I thought I was going out with the hottest looking babe
in town as I took her to a strip joint on the old
highway out of town where there were a row of bars,
strip joints and such. We sat in a dark part of the
place instead of up close to the stage. She sat on my
lap with my hard cock inside her. Now and then she would
wiggle her ass.
Three girls came out one after the other and did their
routine. We compared each dancer and scored them on
their looks and performance. After a couple of hours we
became bored.
I drove into a nearby parking lot of an empty store
where I fucked her on the hood of my car. We were both
too horny to wait to get home. On the way home she
licked me clean and fondled the family jewels. Once we
were in her place, I licked her to an orgasm.
As we cuddled on the bed before I went home she said,
"That was okay, but I would like us to go somewhere that
is even nastier. Okay?"
I kissed her and said I would see what was available.
Then laid on my back and had her sit on me. I spread her
legs as far as I could. She was nearly doing a split. I
put her hands on my chest and slipped my hand under her
thighs. I gave her a dirty smile and asked, "Are you
ready?"
I lifted her up and let her back down on my hard-on. I
settled on a rhythm and rocked her body up and down. I
enjoyed the pain that went with the pleasure of it. She
was quiet at the beginning and looked as if she was
weighing her thoughts of this position. Then she began
to breathe heavy in time with my grunts.
When she began to moan, I knew she was climbing up to
her peak. She said in an unsteady voice, "Omigawd, I
think I'm going to explode."
She came with a shriek. I kept lifting up and down and
she kept on coming until she got her knees down and
pushed herself off me with her hands. She flopped down
next to me, put an arm around me and lay still breathing
heavily. When she settled down (and the ache in my arms
and shoulders wore down sufficiently) I asked her, "Are
you alright? Wasn't that any good?"
"My god my sweet lover man, it was fabulous. How could
you manage to lift me like that?"
"Shoot, I thought you knew I was your heap big lover
boy."
Together we laughed then began to cuddle with lots of
kisses.
***
The next night I took us to a bar that had a band and a
dance floor. I dressed much the same as the night
before, but she wore a light blue stretch lace Tee
Camisole with short cap sleeves and rounded neckline
plus matching thigh highs and a pair of five inch
stilettos.
The band had four pieces – piano, drums, sax and bass
fiddle. It wasn't great, but they stayed in tune and
rhythm. The joint was really dark inside and the
waitresses wore less than Sarah. In the gloom, I noticed
a lot of guys patted their asses as they went by.
We danced a few times. One time she wrapped her legs
around my hips and put my cock inside her. I danced her
around then took her to the men's room into a toilet
cubicle where we fucked until she came. We left after
that and she said she wanted to go home to fuck in her
bed. Which of course, I was only too happy to oblige.
***
The next time her husband went away, we went to the
stripper joint again. They had an amateur competition
that night and Sarah insisted that I enter her name.
That was the rule; entrants had to be entered by
boyfriend, husband, etc.
There were eight females lined up. The youngest couldn't
be more than nineteen but looked younger and she was one
fine looking babe. The oldest might have been pushing
forty-five. Sarah, at twenty-seven, looked pretty good
to me, but I'm prejudiced. She was the fourth to dance.
It was obvious that none of them were professional.
Sarah drew her share of comments and whistles but we
both knew she was stripping for me.
Sarah was one of three that stripped to the buff. At the
end of her routine, she picked up her clothes and came
over to sit in my lap. I didn't see those that came
after her, I was too busy kissing and caressing every
part of her I could reach. After the voting, she came in
second. They gave her a bottle of champagne and a small
trophy.
I suggested she put her skirt and top back on so we
could go home and I could make love to her. I didn't
stop like we did sometimes. I drove straight home and
carried her to her bedroom where we made love for a
couple of hours then cuddled until we fell asleep in
each other's arms.
The next day I got off work a little early. I pulled out
the collar for her to wear and said, "I would like you
to wear ony your bikini. I drove down to the River Park.
I attached the leash to the collar, removed the bikini
top and we walked along the river bank on a rarely used
path. We found a nice place where we would have some
privacy. I put the blanket I had brought on an old
picnic table.
She undid my shorts and pulled them down, knelt before
me and gave me a lovely blow job. When she finished and
cleaned me, I picked her up and put her on the blanket
with her ass on the edge of the table. I rolled her legs
up over her head to give clear access to her.
I slowly licked my way to her clitoris and licked around
it in circles. When she began to breathe hard, I slipped
two fingers into her vagina. I kept adding fingers until
I could fold the fingers and thumb and slipped my whole
hand inside her. She came soon after and kept climaxing
as long as I kept up moving my hand and tongue.
When she cried to beg me to stop, I pulled my hand out
and left her clit alone after I placed a kiss on her
labia. She wept as she tried to regain her equilibrium.
I held her close to my chest and whispered to her. After
a couple of minutes, she reached up to kiss my chin. I
bent down to kiss her lips.
After a while, I affixed her bikini top and bottom on
her. I put the leash in my pocket and we walked back to
the car arms around the other's waist. She rested her
head against my arm. That night we stayed home and
simply enjoyed being together. It perhaps opened the way
to a new level for our relationship.
***
The day before my classes were to begin for the new
semester, Sarah said, "Have you ever had anal
intercourse?
I laughed when I said, "Sarah there has never been
anyone but you. Do you remember when I did anal with
you?"
She smiled almost wistfully. "Nooo, of course we didn't.
I feel silly, but I'm curious to know what it's like to
do so. I love all the ways you make love to me. This is
the only thing that we haven't tried that I know of.
Would you like to take my anal cherry?"
I didn't know how to answer her. Anal intercourse was
never high on my list, but I suppose like most guys, the
idea intrigued me. I've seen some porn, but that looked
painful. I did find some information on the web with
quotes from a number of women who said they enjoyed it.
I decided if I am to be fair with Sarah, I should
indulge her whim.
"Alright, let's do it, but first I need to go out to get
something. I'll be back in a jif."
I drove down to a local store that carried lubrications
and warming rub oils. I found what I was looking for and
headed back. There, I had Sarah remain in the nude to
lie on the bed on her stomach. I lit a couple of aroma
candles and put on some soft music. I ran my hands up
and down her back and her legs before I began to give
her a full back rub, from neck to toes, with the warming
oil.
It wasn't a quick rub. I rubbed up down alongside her
spine, around the edge of her back; her shoulders and
her arms. I deep massaged certain pressure points and
worked down her back to her buttocks, the back of her
thighs to her feet and toes. I rolled her over and did
the front of all her parts, even her pussy.
She was in full anticipatory mode when I grabbed the
tube of lubrication. I squeezed a dollop on her anus and
gently rubbed it in around and just inside until I hit
the sphincter. I eased the tube inside her ass and
squirted a good quantity. Taking my time, I massaged the
lube inside and around the sphincters until my finger
eased past. Then I did it again with two fingers.
I put on a condom and added extra lube. I help her get
up on knees and elbows. I slowly pushed inside and
retreated, then pushed in a little more. I paused when
she stiffened up and eased myself back and forth in a
slower motion until I slid all the way inside. I reached
under her one with one hand so I could tease her clit.
Sarah is so susceptible to our sexual play that she came
three or four times before I filled the condom.
As she lay in my arms when we were done, she said, "That
felt better than I expected. I can't believe I came so
many times. How did you know how to do that so nicely?"
"I read up on it and asked my friend, the sex education
instructor at the high school, just in case we wanted to
try it. Would you like to do it again in the future?"
"I think so. Not all the time, but let's do it now and
then please."
Of course, I would always oblige my sex slave's needs.
***
My second year in college was super. I did great in my
classes and made the varsity soccer team playing on the
defense. Sarah took care of me sexually to my utmost
satisfaction. I told her I loved her, but she wasn't
ready to say it back to me. I never gave up my hope that
someday she would.
After the soccer fall season was over, she bought a book
on positions for sex. It included positions from the
Kama Sutra, the Perfumed Garden and some other old
books. Each week she would choose a new position, which
we would practice daily until we attained a sense of
perfection. More and more I found the results for both
of us were usually better when she was on top, but there
were many variations.
Not much really changed, except that her husband came
home less frequently. He told her he had to travel to
maintain the level of income for the business. We didn't
mind. It meant more time for us to be together.
We probably had an equal amount of sex, but we spent
much of the additional time in cuddling or just holding
each other to exchange kisses and caresses. One day we
were on the couch while we listened to a CD of adagios.
I was casually petting one of her nipples as she relaxed
against me.
I reacted in alarm when she jumped up abruptly. She gave
me a loving look and said, "I just came. I had a small
orgasm just from you caressing my nipple with a single
finger. It's amazing. I knew my nipples were sensitive,
but all I can say is wow. Kiss me. I love you."
At last I heard those words I wanted to hear.
***
In the middle of my final semester of my senior year,
her husband divorced her. I found out when I went home
in the morning for our normal morning routine. After she
gave me my blow job, she looked at me, frowned and
asked, "Wasn't that good enough for you?"
That woke me out of my reverie. "Huh? It was great,
there's no one better than you."
She spoke as if I punished her or something like that.
She said, "Then will you tell me what's bothering you
this morning."
"I can't get over the divorce. What changed? Why would
he do this now?"
"Because he has someone new and doesn't need to pretend
that he and I have a relationship anymore. He's been
diddling his secretary for a year. She's a true bimbo
and just turned twenty-one. I doubt she could spell cat
properly."
I laughed and said, "I guess at twenty-nine he felt you
were too old anymore. So what happens with you?"
"He kept his word. I am comfortably set up for life
financially. He also gave me this house and furnishings.
I got everything except for his clothes and golf clubs."
I thought for a couple of moments while she played with
my cock. "I just don't get it. You're gorgeous and a
fantastic sex partner and that doesn't include your
sweet personality. Why bother with the divorce?"
"Oh hell, I never told you the whole story about him and
me. It's goes like this. He and my father were partners
in their business but my father owned nearly two thirds
of the business. When he knew he was dying of
untreatable cancer, he told Mr. Whitson that he would
give operational control of the business to him but only
if he married me and guaranteed to take care of me
financially but he needed to provide an heir."
"But you can't have children, so then what?"
"There was a caveat. If I couldn't get pregnant after
five years, he could divorce me, but must still keep up
my financial status or give me the rest of the business.
I actually owned only fifty percent after the first two
years, because I sold Whitson the rest outside our
agreement. If something happens to the company, I have
plenty of money in safe investments. However, for now, I
get a cut of the profits; plus he still must guarantee
me a certain amount of income per year.
"As for the pregnancy, I cheated, I found a doctor who
secretly inserted an IUD in me. It's still in there and
it's good for ten or more years which probably will take
me to menopause."
"Holy shit-a-moly, what will you do about it now?"
"Nothing, I have a wonderful loving arrangement with
you. You keep me excited and happy. There's no reason to
do a thing. I just have the old grump out of my life.
***
After I graduated with my Bachelor's I got a regular
job. I continued to go to school part time for my
master's degree. In time I received my Master's and
passed the CPA test. I took a good position at a small
local firm.
We still couldn't get married because of the signed
agreement with her ex. She would lose everything if she
remarried. It didn't matter to us. We felt married, were
happy together and enjoyed many more fun and sexy
adventures. I can only hope we do so for the rest of our
lives.
THE END
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