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From: Richard Fischer <rpaladin@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: Neighbors #1 nc s&m etc....
Date: Fri, 27 Jun 1997 21:50:36 GMT
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This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neighbors # 01
by Paladin
KNOCK....KNOCK...
Wendy looked up from her morning coffee at her comfortable kitchen
table to see an unfamiliar female face at glass of her back door. The
woman was tall and more masculine in her build than Wendy.
As Wendy got up and walked over to the portal she inquired,
"Yes... What is it?"
<That is all I need some pushy sales woman... and at this hour
of the morning.> Wendy thought. Here she was going to enjoy
a leisurely coffee and then maybe...a long long bath.. a warm
bubble bath.. <Ah well... I'll get rid of her and then go about my
business..>
"High there! I'm Francis... uh.. your new neighbor." A perky
positive voice informed her," We're just moving in next door. Our
phone hasn't been hooked up yet... I.. uh.. was kind of hoping
you'd let me make a call.... I have a phone card so it won't go on
your bill. I promise.."
Reluctantly Wendy opened her door without a second thought.
<A new neighbor... Well she looks OK... Kinda big and old but
well I hope she isn't one of those pushy bitches.. like the
previous neighbor, who was always borrowing things..>
"I'm Wendy Fuller." she said after opening the door, " I'm
happy to meet you. The phone is over there. Please feel free
to make your calls. Would you like some coffee. I've just made a
pot and have plenty." Wendy smiled and tried to be obliging.
"Cream or sugar??" she called to the woman at the phone.
"Oh that would be heavenly. I take mine hot and black.. I can not
find anything yet. It is all packed up in some damn box.. Damn
those movers. They mixed or lost most of the labels. I'll be
all week finding things."
As Wendy got down another mug, Francis dialed up and quickly
completed a short cryptic phone call. Then she came over and sat
down at the kitchen table. She picked up the steaming mug of
black coffee, took a sip and started complaining again..
"Moving is soo... maddening... I'll be soo glad when we get some
help and all settled. Have you lived here long?" Francis asked.
"Leo and I moved here last year. I know what you mean about the
moving bit." Wendy informed her new neighbor.
<Help?? Did the woman mean she would be hiring servants?? Must
be some up scale people... Well now to get rid of her...>
"Oh here is my husband Tom. Do you mind if he comes in? He is
just lost without me." Francis informed her host as she pushed back
the chair and rose from the table.
"No! No of course not. After all we're neighbors." Wendy
answered as Francis went to and opened the back door.
"Tom come in here and meet our new neighbor... Um...Wendy." She
called out to the large man in a leather coat.
Tom was a huge square shouldered brute. He filled the whole door
frame as he entered. His eyes roomed the kitchen, sizing the things
up and finally settled on little Wendy..
Then he looked around again and then wandered over to the kitchen
table. Umbiddened he pulled out a chair and sat down. The chair
gave out a groan under his massive bulk.
"Is that coffee I smell?" he said to no one in particular still
starring directly at Wendys now shrinking femanity.
"Yes. Would you like a cup?" Wendy asked to dissuade her
admirer. She tried to play the good little hostess in spite of
the mans brutish manners.
"Yea.. I'd love a cup." Tom informed her. All the while his eyes
seemed to be wander up and down her neat trim frame. She went
over to the cabinet.
"Just black..." he informed her.
Wendy tried not to notice the mans attention as she stretched up
to reached into the over head cabinet and found another mug. But
she was flabbergasted when he flippantly informed all present.
"I like her ass, Francis. It looks like this neighbor hood is
going to be real entertaining after all."
Wendy turned around, furious and blushing. She placed the mug on
the counter. Then she was starting to get nervous with these
two strangers in her kitchen.
<Maybe she should ask them to leave. At least till Leo got home...
after all... they were... well ...scaring her...>
Now they both seemed to be staring at her body. They seemed to be
undressing her with their eyes and she felt really uncomfortable.
"UM OH!! I just remembered I have to go to...." Wendy started to
make excuses just to get away from these two 'neighbors'.
"Tom... You stop that. Wendy doesn't know you, yet. She might
think you are one of those dirty sex fiends. Why just look at how
she is shaking. I'll bet she is soo scared, she's about to wet
her panties. Aren't you Wendy??" Francis asked getting up from
the table and coming around behind her.
"No!!! It's not that... It's just..I just remembered that I
have..." Wendy started.
"You see Francis. She ain't scared. Why I bet she put on that
pair of tight pants just to show off her cute little ass. Didn't
you, you little slut ya." Tom inquired of her. Now Wendy made a
continuos effort to turned and keep her ass out of his field of
vision.
Her hands flew to her crotch and her chest as she tried to cover
herself even though she was fully dressed.
"Not much in the tit department are ya Wendy? What are you? 34A
or B?" Tom inquired of the now scared house wife.. between sips
of his wife's coffee... "Ain't you going to get me any coffee???"
Wendy sought to slowly back away from the counter and make her
way out of the kitchen into the hallway.
She backed straight into Francis who had taken up a position
directly behind her. She blanched and half turned to keep the
woman in view.
<Now she was really scared. Who were these people and what did
they want??>
"I'm afraid their is no stopping Tom when he sees a cute little
but like yours. He can be soo impulsive... Now you just be a
good little girl and pull down those tight slacks so he can get
his eye full. I'm afraid, if you don't.... well he will probably just
reach right over here and grab um. Then he'll probably tear um
right off you. Then their is no telling what he might do. I can't
tell you how many pretty little sluts, like you, he's has taken a
shine to. They all end up showing him their heinies sooner or
later. Now you don't be shy... You just save the fabric dear or who
knows what he might do? I mean you resist and you'll get him all
exhibited.... well you can imagine.. He's such a stud... Come on
dear, show him that little ass."
Wendy was horrified. <What had she done to deserve this. This
brute was there starring at her and the woman was behind her so
their was no escape.>
She just froze there starring at the man. She felt the woman
close up behind her. She opened her mouth but couldn't
form any words...
Then she felt the woman's hands go around her waist to the
fastener of her slacks and undo the button.
"NOOOO" she cried as she made a grab for the womans hand. She
tried to keep the garment secure at her hips. She whirled around
and tried to step around the woman with her slacks held up by
her hands.
Then she felt a huge strong paw grab her right ass cheek. The
fingers applied a vice like grip on her firm covered right cheek
and secured a purchase on that part of her anatomy.
"Nice and firm..." he said..
His fingers were like steel bars and she was sure he was bruising
her, as well as scaring the hell out of her.
<This just has to stop.. They are just.. ?playing with me?? They
couldn't .... They wouldn't.. not here in my own kitchen... In
broad daylight...> Wendy's mind raced through these thought
when suddenly...
"OWWWW Now you stop that.. You are hurting me..." She informed
them as she looked back at him and reached back, with her right
hand, to grip his wrist. She tried to alleviate his hold on her
right ass cheek but she was not able to move him one iota.
As she was trying to deal with his grip, she flet the zipper run
down on the front of the pants. The woman had opened and was
starting to peel the garment down off her hips.
The woman was rolling not only the pants but her nylon panties
too. <This can not be happening...> Wendy reasoned as she grabbed
the fabric roll with her left hand and tried to stop the woman's
denuding of her slacks above her pubic regions...
At that moment the man reached out with his left hand and easily
yanked down her garments from the back.
One long straight pull!!!
Suddenly her precious coverings were down to her thighs!!!
When Wendy realized this and she tried to squat down to save her
modesty but the woman gripped her hair and held her in a sort of
half crotch position as the man pulled her coverings further
down. Now below her knees to her ankles...
Wendy tried to keep her knees together to stop the downward path
of her slacks and panties but the man was too strong. Soon he had
her denuded from waste to the ankles.
All her stylish tight slacks and shear nylon panties now resided
around her ankles.
"Just like I thought... Nice little ass." He informed the women.
A tug downward in her hair and Wendy found herself on her knees
with both her hands trying to remove the painful twisting,
gripping fingers, entwined in her hair. <Modesty be damn...
those fingers were tearing her hair out of her scalp, besides
he was behind her and by now had an unobstructed view of
her ass....>
"OWWW You stop that... You bitch You ...stop.." Wendy
demanded of the smiling woman in front of her.
She was soo preoccupied that she at first didn't even realize
that the man had tugged her slacks and panties clean off of her
legs. Then she again felt those steel fingers again gripping her
smooth right ass cheek, but this time the thumb just naturally
sunk right into the crack in the smooth white flesh.
"I really like your ass.. bitch!" Tom informed her as he sought to
explore her ass crack with his fat dirty thumb.
Quickly Wendy realized she had to do something. She left her left
hand to try to alleviate the pressure in her hair and her right
hand sunk to her ass crack to try and save her modesty from the
exploring thumb.
"I found me one tight little ass hole here Francis. I'll bet it
ain't ever been fucked... Ah girlie?? Francis I think I'll let
you plow it open with one of your dildos first. I don't like um
as thigh as this un. I'll take mine all hot greasy.. and freshly
fucked out. Thank ya.." Tom related to Francis.
Wendy wanted to die.. They were treating her as an object... A
thing...
"You are just getting too old to break in a cherry ass bitch like
this any more. Remember last time...how I had to finger the bitch
to ge..." Francis related as Wendy just knelt there frozen with
fear as these animals explored her neither regions.
She kept one hand in her hair and the other on his hand but she
could do nothing... She was theirs.. She knew it..
"Francis! I'd like to see the little tittes now... What say you
just turn her this-a-way and I'll tear her out of that there
frilly little blouse." Tom offered.
"I told you to be nice and show him your little hiney... didn't
I? Now look what you done. You got his old horn up... Now you
are for it. You make him get to tearing... and their ain't no telling
what he'll do... You want that?? Well do you???" Francis asked
the dazed housewife...
"NOO...I I ... Noo Please just le..." Wendy started to plead
but...
SLAPPP
The back of her head was driven forward with a mighty slap. If it
wasn't for the firm grip Francis had in her hair, Wendy would of
been driven face first into the kitchen floor.
"I said I wanna see the titties... NOW Bitch!" Tom demanded.
Fearing for her life Wendy quickly dropped both of her hands to
her waist. She gripped the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up
to her neck... She had seen what stalling had gotten her before.
"Francis I can't see dick from the back. Turn the dumb slut
around... and you get rid of the little tittie sling... slut. You
ain't got probably nothing to see anyway.." Tom grumbled
letting go of her ass cheek.. "But I'm curious.."
The grip in her hair was released and Wendy quickly turned
around to face the big brute who now commanded her with her
blouse tucked up under her arms and around her neck.
She saw his sour expression and she reached back and quickly
released the bra's clasp. She then pulled up her bra, and when the
blouse fell down she quickly removed them both. Now she was
really scared. She tried to covered the pink swellings she had for
tits with her hands and looked up pleading.
"I said I wanna see them their excuses for tits. Now do you want
me to have to break off your arms first?" Tom glowered at her...
Wendy dropped her hands and sought to cover her furry badge of
femininity instead. She dropped her head and awaited his
judgment of her...
"They ain't nothing there but nipples... slut... That why you
wear them tight pants... To show off your heinie??? You better
answer me you slut." Tom demanded raising his hand to swat her
square in the face...
She had never admitted it but this brute would make her tell...
"Ye... Yes.." and when she saw him grimace she quickly added
'SIR!!!"
"You dirty little slut... Get your hand out of your pussy. I want
ya to play with that sloppy mess I'll tell ya. Why'nt ya put your
paws up like a nice little doggie.. Just like the little begging
dog you are." Tom ordered.
With tears in Wendy's eyes she raised her arms and bent her hands
at the wrist. Just like a begging dog.. To save her modesty she
tightened up the space between her thighs hoping that this was
as far as he would demand she go...She just knelt there sobbing
in her own kitchen as these strangers looked over her previously
private treasures.
More to come...
From rpaladin@ix.netcom.com Fri Jun 27 18:08:12 1997
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From: Richard Fischer <rpaladin@ix.netcom.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Neighbors #2 nc s&m etc...................
Date: Fri, 27 Jun 1997 22:08:12 GMT
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This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neighbors # 02
by Paladin
Tom again began to run his right hand over the now red shrinking
chest of the little brunet kneeling in the begging position, at
his feet. He enjoyed this feelings of power over her precious
'titties'. The fact that she did not liked it, or even know him,
just made his day... He smiled down at her, and then demanded...
"You ain't going to lie to me no more, are you bitch??"
"N....No Sir" Wendy managed to answer with tears flowing down her
cheeks... Starring at her tile floor....
Tom leaned back and the chair groaned with the added stress.
"Francis get me a refill of this coffee, and heat it up... I
don't like this luke warm shit... I think little tits here
going to be all right... why with a little training. Yes sir...
I'll bet we'll have us a real fine cum eater... Won't we slut.?"
Wendy's head snapped back from it's bowed position to stair
shocked into Tom's grinning face... Her mouth gapped opened. At
first no words would come out... Her hands flew to cover her
mouth...
<She'd let him run his hands over her chest, feel her ass hole
even, but...ea...ttt.... NOOO NOOO>
"UH P...Plea... I well I mea.... I...don..." Wendy stammered
"AAAAAHHAHWHAAA" She started to scream as Tom, displeased with
her response, splashed his remaining coffee on Wendy's small
sensitive chest.
Immediately she fell face down, to the floor. She was trying to
hide her now aching mammarys from a further application of more
of the hot coffee.
Tom stomped his foot onto her soft round ass, effectively
pinning her belly down on her own kitchen floor. Then over his
shoulder he ordered,
"When the coffee is boiling, I mean really boiling, bring
the whole pot over here. I think the slut here's going to
need some 'stimulating' to correct her shitty attitude."
"NO!!! Please I'll I'll do what you want you don't know how that
hurts... I'll be good.. I promise..." Wendy begged from her
subservient position.
Smiling, Tom removed his foot from her ass and ordered..
"Get back up there, like I like, and this time open them match
stick legs. I like it when a woman opens her lips, all her lips
wide open, for me.. Shows me, her good intentions."
Wendy scurried back to her knees again and assumed the
humiliating, begging position again. This time, after she held up
her hands like a begging dog, she spread her knees open a little
and then looked up pleading to Tom's impassive glance.
In a few minutes, Francis came over and pored a refilled steaming
mug of coffee in Toms now empty mug.
Tom had not even acknowledge Wendy subservience. He took a sip
of his coffee and then he took up the pot and said as he began to
turn toward the cowering woman...
"Make another pot Francis. This slut is playing shy slut with me. I
guess I going to have to fill her cunt with this here coffee..."
When he turned back, with the hot pot, toward the cringing Wendy.
Her legs had shot open as far as she could and remain kneeling. Why
she even gaped her mouth open...
"Well you aren't really as dumb as you look are you slut. I
should burn them nubbins off...Playing shy with me again and ...
and you being a slut all along... Aren't you? Slut...?"
"Yes sir... I..." Wendy pleaded with her eyes.
Tom put the pot down on the table. He then reached under her now
gaping crotch and with his fingers he began to explored her
privates. With a raggedy thumb nail he commenced to flicking her
small sensitive clit...
<I never let anyo... OH God.... I can't not like this... Pleas
god noooo>
"You snake your way into those tight slacks, wear fancy
underwear, stuff those shitty excuses for tities in that padded
sling to create the appearance of titties.... and then you try to
play a shy slut with me..." Tom babbled on as he played with her
formally private little slab of skin and nerves.....
"Francis we got us a real juicy slut. You are aren't you slut?" Tom
inquired of his novice as he withdrew his thumb and offered the
slimy digit to both women to prove his point.
Wendy starred down at the tile floor and hoped that it would just
open up and swallow her up. It did not happen.. He wiped her
juices on her upper lip to remind her of her bodies betrayal of
her former attitude.
"Ain't that right bitch??" Tom demanded.
"Yes .... Sir" Wendy answered with the fishy smell of her crotch
bearing witness to his statements of her behavior in her
nostrils.
<I'm a slut!!!> Wendy now knew deep inside her belly...
"I got to take a wicked piss. Francis whyn't you strap on your
tool and drill her out for me. You!! Get over here and put your
head through the opening in the chair... Not that way crawl
around and slide in from the back. Yea like that. Now lay them
puny titties into the seat. Good! Now open wide for old Francis.
You bring that fiber tape with ya hon??"
"Right here dear." Francis answered as she knelt behind Wendy and
went about the job of taping the woman's legs open.. to the chair
legs.
As Francis taped her thighs to the chair legs effective spreading
her ass wide open as Tom explained to her...
"Old Francis here is going to expand your horizons, as well as
those smelly small holes. Why .... when I get back, she'll have
you all busted out to man sized." Tom said addressing her open
defenseless ass crack. "Now you help old Francis or I'll have to
stimulate you again... You hear me???"
"Yes sir" Wendy answered the tile floor and tried to think of a
way out of this..... Her tile floor offered no alternative..
"Can't have these holes all shrunk up like this here. Why your
husband must be a real needle dick... but don't you worry... Old
Francis will take care of everything" Tom again ran his right
thumb nail over her crack from little clit.. to her tight ass hole.
Wendy felt .... well sick... or wet or... She wasn't sure...
With that and a swat to her left ass cheek... Tom turned ambled
on down the hall to find a toilette. (When you got to go you got
to go..)
"Ok tiny tits.. You heard the man. Now I going to start you out
slow but you give me any trouble and I just slip forward and
split you open like a ripe melon. Tom might be will be real mad
but by then you will just be in pieces... You got that? ... Now
when you feel it bind up you better push back and spread out all
you can..." Francis offered.. guiding the dildow to its first
drilling...
Wendy was scared... She tried to open up right then, but when she
felt the cold rubber thing slip past her labia she couldn't help
but tensed up.
Her hands reached back to stop Francis but it was too late.
"No!! Please!!! Don..... AAAAA" Wendy started but the unyielding
thing drove inexorably forward into her ever stretching vaginal
grommet...
Francis was true to her word. She went slow. She really enjoyed it
when the 'head' stretched out a cunt or ass. Then as it passed the
beyond the ring of muscles guarding Wendy's vagina she eased up.
She did not even speed up as the long, long, cylinder like stalk
started to sink ever deeper into Wendys vitals..
Soon Wendy felt her belly begin to cramp up against the chair seat.
Suddenly their was a lessening of pain and then Francis informed
her,
"That's the head... Now we get the shaft in there... Ready little
slut???"
<The head???? She will kill me!!!> Wendy's mind screamed but she
could not get enough breadth to form the words. She could only
twist and turn and shake her head... Hyperventilating all the
while... Her hands reached back futially but did nothing..
Wendy was stuffed full and getting fuller by the second. She knew
she would just split open at any second when the 'head' bottomed
out. She felt it hit her uterus. Secretly she felt better. It
could go no further.... She thought...
"Shallow pussy you got here slut. Tom ain't a gona like that.
Let's us just try and drill er out some..." Francis confided in
her suffering victim.
Wendy did not know what she meant but she was hopping that
was it for her vagina...
The head started the long agonizing way back out of her precious
hole... It was slow going as Wendys muscles seemed to be trying
to keep the thing in. Every millimeter was agony and when it was
all out but the 'head' Wendy sighed with relief. Her belly
contracted and no longer rubbed the chair seat. Then Francis
bent over her and leaned into the dummy with all her weight.
"Wheee..... Open up little slut..." Francis said as the 'head'
started it's now familiar journey again, only this time it was
roaring along like a truck going into a tunnel. Her fuck pipe
muscles gave up their job and just got out of the way...
"UHHH" Wendy uttered as the 'head' slammed into her uterus at
about 10 miles an hour. She could not take it any more she
swooned... The punch to her diaphragm, from inside caused her to
expel all her air..
Francis was about half way out when she realized the little slut
had left her... mentally. She reared back and when the 'head' was
still forcing the vaginal grommet and labia open she reached for
the pot of boiling coffee.
"Fall asleep on me you slut..." Francis muttered as she carefully
lined up the spout with it's target..
Carefully she pored a small bit or the stimulant on the tight
little furled grommet that was her next target.
The response was violent and immediate....
Wendy woke up!! Her ass hole was on fire and she had a nagging
empty feeling in her belly and a burning all along her perineum. Her
innards ached and her virginal grommet was stretched to the
breaking point.. Her innards felt bruised and she could do nothing
but try to gain enough oxygen to keep alive. She flailed her arms.
She bit her lips.. Nothing helped..
The 'head' popped out of the vaginal grommet and slid against the
other smaller grommet across the burning perineum... The smaller
now red grommet was still spasming from its stimulation with the
coffee and now it felt the pressure from the 'head'...
Wendy reared her head back to scream her lungs out... Then felt a
hand seize her hair.
Her eyes focused on a slimy fat uncircumcised dick head before
her face..
"UMHHHHH" Wendy grunted and tried to close her now gaping
mouth.
Smack.... SMack.... SMAck....
Tom slapped her face fore and aft and back again.
"I told you to keep them lips open slut. I don't ever want to see
that hole closed with out me in it again..."
She gaped her mouth open. She then tasted the smelly piss tasting
head into her oral cavity. She went on grunting as the dummy was
forcing her small grommet to adjust to the it's full girth...
"Francis? How is it going... She as tight as the last one??" Tom
inquired of his accomplice.
"Tighter... Her fucker has to be microscopic... and he never
tended to this hole back here... at all.." Francis informed him
as she forced more and more of the dummy in the virginal hole..
"Good thing you let me open it for ya.. She liked to broke the
damn dummy with her muscles... You want me to use the sand
paper wrapper after or are you going in her bear back first??"
<SAND PAPER RAP??? GOD NOOO!!> Wendy thought. She
hollowed her cheeks and tried every nasty thing she ever heard to
make him come... If she did that maybe he'd lose interest in her
holes and she live through this.
"Francis this little slut's mouth is just made for dick, and you
said you thought she never... She is going after my meat like
she's never ate anything else. Why after I come I'm going to have
her tongue me to sleep for a while till a recharge my batteries...
Come on slut faster... more tongue... Flutter that tongue you
whore mouth slut..... AHHH AHHH AHHH. Yep she is a right good
cum eater..." Tom related as he sat down in the chair holding her
head to his crotch like his favorite dick covering.
Wendy again passed out and did not enjoy the further opening of
her tight little ass hole.
----------------------------------------
Wendy awoke on her back in her own safe bed....
"Now we see if you learned anything..." Tom informed her from a
position leaning over her vulnerable body...
<OH GOD it wasn't a dream...> Wendy thought...
"Legs up there... On my shoulder... Now beg me to do your ass
hole..." Tom demanded.
Wendy looked around the room frantically for some escape.. Some
one or thing to save her..
She saw the coffee pot there beside the bed on the night stand...
Then she felt the monsters dick driving through her cheeks. It
came to rest at her now sore grommet... She looked up at him and
saw that he wasn't going to take no for an answer... Then too their
was the pot of hot coffee...
"P...Plea...Please fuck me....." she managed...
Tom smiled and forced the warm live prick into the now stretched
hole and demanded...
"Louder... bitch... Louder.... We know you like to show it and
now you're going to get it fucked.... Now beg me... or we can
have Francis open it up more... Come on..."
"FUCK ME... FUCK ME .... FUCK ME ASS..... OH GOD FUCK
MY ASS!!!"
More to come