NE 1 - Meeting A Neighbor's Needs (2 page)

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I loved my bedroom. It was large, with French doors leading onto a balcony overlooking a small wood. A low nine-drawer dresser in blond oak sporting a broad mirror faced the matching four-poster, queen-size bed. It was a playground begging for exquisite sexual fantasies.

So far it had only had Bob.

Visions of my sexy neighbor superimposed themselves over Bob as he fumbled to undress himself, dropping the empty wine bottle to the plush carpet beside my bed. I wore nothing beneath my burgundy silk robe.

As if he’d been privy to my earlier conversation with George, Bob performed as dismally as ever. He showed cursory attention to my breast, pressed sloppy, wet kisses on my lips, pulled on a condom, then pushed into me.

I didn’t bother to pretend; Bob got off without caring about my satisfaction. His grunts and groans were loud enough to reach through the walls to my neighbor. I only hoped George’s presence in the hall earlier was an indication he was leaving and wasn’t anywhere near to hear my lover’s performance.

When he finished, Bob slipped from the bed into the bathroom. Tired of having to deal with my own satisfaction, I knew the relationship was over as he climbed into bed and whispered in my ear what he wanted. Knowing I would be saying goodbye as soon as possible, I decided a little oral stimulation would make the ending easier, at least for me.

Taking his flaccid penis in my hand, I caressed, kissed, licked, and pumped him to a semierect state. Another of Bob’s failings -- he took ore f

ver to get hard a second time. More

often than not, I would have to bring myself to orgasm once, sometimes twice, before he was anywhere close to ready to fuck a second time.

The way Bob carried on as I worked him with my mouth, you would have thought an entire harem was going down on him. Kneeling between his skinny thighs (I wonder now what I ever saw in such a lacking specimen of maleness), I had just traded my hand for my Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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mouth when a broad pair of hands grasped my hips, and the biggest, hardest cock slammed into me from behind.

Bob squealed in surprise.

I screamed -- in ecstasy.

It felt so good to have a hot, hard length stretching me, filling every inch, pushing deep, and then pulling back.

Poor Bob. He lay spluttering up at the man fucking me so exquisitely. I released Bob’s limp member and braced my hands on the mattress, spreading my thighs wider to allow the man riding me deeper penetration.

I knew George had taken me up on my earlier challenge. His husky voice only confirmed it.

“Get lost, Bob,” he ordered.

And Bob, coward that he was, did just that. He scrambled out of the bed, jerked on his clothes, and scurried away, all the time watching George as he pumped into me, and I moaned my enjoyment.

The force of George’s thrusts brought gasps from my lips every time. He was longer, harder, and thicker than any of my previous lovers. More forceful, too! I sensed he held back, kept from pushing his full length into me. He would pull almost completely out, leaving only the bulbous tip of his penis at the wet entrance of my pussy, and tease me with it. Pulsing his hips so just his head stayed inside me, the hold he had on my hips prevented me from capturing his full length by thrusting backward.

I tensed my vaginal muscles, squeezing him; he only laughed. After what seemed an eternity, he pushed inside, drawing another cry from my lips. My fists gripped the sheets as he worked in and out, first fast, then with excruciating slowness. I could feel my climax building. My breasts swelled, my thighs quivered, and the muscles in my belly jumped with every inch he advanced and retreated. Still, George took his time.

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I was aware of him asking a question and me answering. His weight on my back and the sound of the bedside drawer opening then closing registered in a corner of my mind. The reason didn’t become clear until he pulled out and I heard the sound of a cap popping.

The tube of lubricant I had bought months ago when I’d been tempted to talk to Bob about one of my fantasies. It had gone unused due to his squeamishness. Until now.

A mewling whimper echoed in the room and it took me a moment to realize the sound had come from me.

“Just wait, Gina.” His rumbling voice filled my darkened bedroom. His hands began to caress my butt, smoothing over my rounded flesh, exploring with his fingers, then with his sheathed cock. The feel of his thick member against the sensitive crease of my ass sent shivers up my spine. The shiver grew to a shudder as he pressed the tip of the tube against my anus and applied some of the cool gel. His cock pushed into my pussy enough to redampen the rubber he wore with my juices before he spread my cheeks and began to penetrate my ass.

When I cried out in protest and tried to lurch away, he stopped. He apologized, rubbing his hands over my trembling flesh, wiping away the lube with a corner of my sheets before dipping his fingers between my thighs to stroke the plump folds awaiting his attention. Once I’d calmed a bit, his fingers slipped away. The hair on his thighs rasped against my bare skin as George pushed between my quivering thighs and buried himself, measuring his full length inside, until his coarse pubic hair tangled with my own. He didn’t thrust this time. Bracing one hand on the bed over my shoulder and wrapping the other firmly around my waist, George sent me over the edge with a rhythmic pulse and rotation of his hips that would have made Elvis envious.

Through my climax, I noticed George didn’t come when I did. He remained solidly planted within me while the walls of my body contracted around him. His breathing was smooth, measured, without any sign of exertion as he waited for me to relax. When I fell Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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limp to the damp sheets, he laughed, settled his weight more fully over me, and caressed my breasts, his dick still hard.

“I’m just getting started, baby.” His lips trailed down the nape of my neck, his breath warm against my flesh, fingers stroking and plucking at my still-firm nipples.

Beneath his caress, I stretched like a languid kitten, enjoying the hard, hot length so snug within me. Lazily, I rubbed against him. The coarse hair on his chest against my back made me sigh. His touch on my breasts stirred my arousal.

With deft skill, he rolled onto his back, his cock never leaving me, and situated my body so I straddled him, facing the mirror over my dresser. The shadows behind me hid George’s face, but his broad hands were dark against my lightly tanned belly.

“Ride,” he ordered, his voice gruff in the silent bedroom.

So I did. Up and down, I moved rhythmically over his hard cock. Once, as I lifted, he slipped his hand between our bodies and eased his forefinger into my pussy, stretching me further. Pressing in tandem with the rise and fall of my body, he stroked the wall of my vagina. Sensations quivered through my core, shot through my breasts. Focused on the feelings, I wasn’t aware he’d slipped his finger free and was probing my anus as I slid down again. The penetration made me gasp, though I didn’t fight it as I had earlier. Another orgasm was spiraling outward from my womb, spreading down my legs and up my chest until I cried out.

I lost track of my orgasms after the fourth. I never saw George’s face that night -- each time he had me, it was always from behind. Once he even used the long throat of the wine bottle Bob had abandoned beside the bed. The supply of condoms I kept in the nightstand was seriously depleted by the time he finished.

A wicked gleam lit his green eyes whenever we passed in the hall after that night…

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Chapter Two

A month passed after Bob left. I hadn’t had the time to find another lover, what with work keeping me so busy. My body was strenuously protesting my neglect, especially after the wonderful fucking it had gotten from George. I tried working out, but it didn’t help.

Picking someone up had never been my scene, and George had been acting decidedly cool in the last week or so.

Fed up and frustrated, on impulse I pulled into an adult toy shop and bookstore on my way home from work. Having never entered such an establishment, I took a few moments to learn the geography.

In a back corner of the store lay what I was looking for. Chuckling at the variety and selection offered, I examined several models before deciding on a vibrating specimen of George-like proportions. Along with the vibe, I added a bottle of cleanser to my basket. As I perused the shelves, the various types of lubricant -- scented, flavored, even self-heating --brought a grin to my lips. Since the tube George had used rested in a nightstand drawer, I didn’t see a need to buy more, but farther along the aisle was another selection of unguents and different sized plugs. Eyeing them, I relived the sensation of George’s finger sliding past the ring of muscles in my ass. Images of his fingers or even his thick member slipping into Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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that virgin hole had me creaming my panties. Before I could question my motives, I tossed a small bottle into the basket with my new toy.

Heading toward the register, there was a selection of bondage paraphernalia. My demon side took over as I gazed at the collection of leather and velvet bindings. Adding a pair of cuffs with Velcro fasteners to my basket, I carried my purchases to the young man at the counter.

Contrary to my preconceived idea of what an employee of an establishment such as this would look like, this twenty-something man was clean cut, with a smooth-shaven face, neatly pressed grey Oxford cloth shirt, and faded jeans. He added a package of batteries to my pile, rang up the items, and bagged them in an opaque white plastic bag bearing an advertisement for an adult movie.

By the time I reached my apartment, I was torn. My mind laughed at what I was stooping to, while my body begged me to break out the batteries and use my new toy immediately! Of all days for George to come out of his apartment, that day was the worst.

We exchanged polite smiles before his attention dropped to the bag I carried. A salt-and-pepper eyebrow rose in query just as I realized the bag was dangling with the ad side facing out.

Ignoring his silent curiosity, I entered my apartment and tore open my purchases.

Taking my time, I thoroughly cleaned the vibrator and read the instructions. Gathering the lube from my nightstand while inserting the batteries, I knew arousal wasn’t a problem. Just looking at George had set my hormones off. My nipples were hard, and I was growing wetter by the second. Thinking about his blunt-tipped fingers and what magic they’d performed had me aching to fill my empty snatch. I’d never reacted so totally to a man before.

I shimmied out of my skirt and panties, unbuttoned my blouse, and popped the front clasp of my bra. Climbing into the pile of pillows on my bed, I applied a light amount of lubricant to the vibrator. Enjoying the firm length beneath my fingertips, I flipped the switch and slid it between my thighs.

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The box had guaranteed the plastic casing to have a “real, fleshlike feel and texture.” It didn’t disappoint.

As I slipped the warm, pulsing shaft into my body, it was almost as good as having George present. The thick length pushed at the sheath surrounding it, forcing the moist walls to stretch in order to accommodate it. A moan slipped from my lips, and I moved my free hand to a swollen breast. Pushing aside my silk blouse and bra, I massaged the fullness and teased the aroused nipple while working the toy deeper and deeper.

This was so much better than using my fingers, I thought as my hips began to rock against the satin pillows. As I pulled my new toy almost completely free before pushing it back in with a little twist, I wondered why I’d been reluctant to buy one over the years.

So immersed was I in my arousal, I didn’t hear my front door open, then close.

Considering my haste to get inside, I must have forgotten to lock it. Head thrown back, knees drawn up, and thighs spread, I can only imagine the sight George must have had as he stood in my bedroom doorway watching me.

I wasn’t even aware I was no longer alone until the bed shifted under his weight, his sinewy thighs straddled my chest, and his distended penis pushed past my parted lips. My eyes flew open as the hot, velvety staff filled my mouth. Green eyes glittered down at me in feral triumph as one of his palms caressed my cheek before threading through my hair to hold my head while he slid in and out in rhythm with the thrust of my new toy.

It was fantastic!

His thick, hard length filled my mouth. He moved my hand from my breast to caress the few inches of cock that wouldn’t fit, and took over teasing my aroused nipple. Beside my ear, something hummed, but I wasn’t wholly aware of it. My sole focus was on adjusting the rhythm I was using on my vibrator to synchronize with the thrusts of George’s beautiful prick.

After several minutes, George pulled out.

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“Roll over, baby,” he urged me.

Lethargic with unfulfilled arousal, I tried to withdraw my toy, but George’s hand over mine stopped me.

“No,” he whispered, “leave it.”

I let him position me the way he wanted. Drawing two fluffy pillows from the pile, George placed them beneath my lower belly, lifting my hips. My lower body was bare save for the lace-topped stockings I wore. Leaning over my back, he spread my thighs wider, forcing me to brace my hands against his thighs as he knelt in front of me.

His penis, moist from my attentions, tapped against my lips, teasing me. Against my nether lips, George traced his fingers around the wet opening. He left the vibrator humming inside while gathering my juice onto his fingers. A third pillow was eased between my thighs to hold my toy in place as George teased the crease between my buttocks with his damp fingers.

The humming I’d heard before passed beside my ear as George, still bent at the waist and braced over my back, probed the tight opening of my ass with one broad finger.

Senses dulled by the heightened arousal, I was slow to comprehend his intentions until the deed was done. A second, thinner wand was slipped into me, pushing against the clenched muscles of my anus. I began to protest, but George prevented my words by tilting his hips and filling my mouth with his dick.