My Neighbor Pt. 06

"Oh, I am so sorry," Emily said, turning towards Louise, who realized she had been caught in her pondering.

"That's fine. You guys have fun," Louise said. "I'll go get dinner ready."

So, while they stayed in the living room, chatting in French, Louise went to the kitchen, leaving them to their devices. She wondered what they were talking about. It sounded so lively and enthusiastic, but perhaps that was just how French sounded.

John eventually came into the kitchen.

"Sounds like you're hitting it off quite well," Louise smiled.

"I'm just asking how she finds America," John explained with a shrug. "Want me to set the table?"

"I can help as well," Emily said, suddenly appearing at the door, following John's shadow wherever it went.

"Thanks, Emily," Louise smiled. "It's already on the counter there. John, could you go get the wine?"

"Sure thing, babe," John said.

Louise had to admit it was quite a pleasant experience to have Emily at dinner. It was like she fitted right in. Emily even told them this was the first time she felt at home since coming to America, which flattered Louise and John both. Her host family was nice, but this was different. The hosts were cordial, but it was like they tried too hard to be polite. So formal and so proper. This was, again, different.

And John was a gentleman. Louise could tell Emily took note of that as well. He cut the meat and served the wine, and while he was older than Emily, she didn't seem to mind nor find him boring. Emily even laughed at John's corny jokes and was in general genuinely happy to be there, and very friendly. As she helped set the table, she also cleaned it off. And when John chose to keep the conversation in English, she abided by that too. It probably helped that John was never a show-off, and was mostly himself, even if it meant being a bit goofy here and there.

At that, Emily seemed drawn to him. Perhaps not in a love-affectionate way, but rather as an older male parental figure. Was this what it was like to have a family? It was honestly quite cozy. It was a bit of a bummer as Louise realized they'd go back to being teacher and student on Monday.

"So, do you have any plans for Winter break?" John asked as they had finished their dessert.

"No, not really," Emily said. "I mean, maybe visit my family back in France, but other than that, nothing. Unless I decide to try my first Christmas in America."

"We were thinking of going skiing in the Alps," John said.

And thus our conversation started to delve into the details of our plans for the Winter break. Turns out, Emily had been to the Alps, both in France and Italy and also in Switzerland. Her dad had a cabin up there, as he was some wealthy businessman over there. A small villa near Chamonix, which was the valley where the first successful climb of the Mont Blanc had happened. Emily seemed a bit too humble to brag about this, but she knew the area very well and seemed very excited that we were planning to go there. She told us about all the wonderful places to visit and where to ski. Though, while her dad seemed successful, Louise didn't really get the impression that he was around much.

After a while, John even offered her to drive her home, as it was getting pretty late. She politely accepted. While they were gone, Louise found herself sitting on the sofa, enjoying the evening. This had been such a pleasant evening. It was so nice to have a young person around, and it was great to have her in their house. And to live a more normal life other than what she usually spent her time doing. Yeah, she was committed to making every aspect of John's dirty fantasy come true over the next three remaining weeks, but it was nice to have a breather this weekend.

It was also fun to see how Emily enjoyed their company. Maybe she had taken a bit of a liking to John, but Louise just found that cute and harmless. She didn't seem to be interested in him as a man, but as someone who was cool, older, and could speak French. Louise couldn't blame her for that. Though, as Emily reminded her of Sophia, that made her wonder if John felt the same. He was polite enough and did everything that was expected of him, but did he find the French teenager equally attractive as he did Louise's friend?

Louise couldn't help but feel a smile on her face at the thought. Maybe it was something she could use to tease him later. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. John was such a gentleman, but he was also so horny and eager, and he would squirm from how she'd torment him about Emily, just as he had done about Sophia. Dirty ol' husband, lusting over a teenager. Louise chuckled as she was left to her own devices.

"Well, I'll be heading off to bed," John said, coming back. "You joining?"

"Yeah, sure," Louise said. She got up and followed him into the bedroom.

As they lay in bed, John reading some book, Louise pondered for a bit if she should bring up the topic. She then decided to go for it.

"So, did you have a nice time with Emily?" Louise asked.

"I did, yeah. She's really nice, and we talked a lot. I kinda feel bad for her being alone all the way here in America," John said. "Her dad seems to be quite a busy dude, though."

"I know. It was nice having her here," Louise said, shifting a bit closer. "She's also quite the looker, don't you think?"

John hesitated a bit. "Yeah... she is." It sounded more like a question than his opinion.

"I can't help but wonder if you were checking her out," Louise said, running her hand over his chest.

"Not really, no," John said.

"Really? Didn't notice how she was showing off her tummy with that tight sweater of hers?" Louise asked. "Or how cute her little butt looked in those jeans? I can't help but wonder if you noticed any of that."

"A bit, maybe, but I'm married to you, so..."

"But you still found her attractive?" Louise asked teasingly, trailing her hand down to his boxers. "You wanna fuck her, huh?"

"No, I... I don't," John said, but she could tell he wasn't being entirely honest.

"She reminds me a lot of Sophia. What do you think? A younger, more virile version of my luscious best friend who you admitted was pretty?" Louise said, climbing on top of her husband. She loved teasing him like this, having him confess his sins. It was so fucking hot to hear him say it. "You think she looks like Sophia?"

"She does, a bit," John admitted, as Louise pulled down his boxers. "But Sophia isn't old, if that's what you're implying, and neither are you. We're not even 30!" John started to protest.

"Doesn't change the fact that you'd rail that poor little Frenchie right here, huh? She wouldn't be able to walk straight the next day as you pump her full of your seed, knocking up an 18-year-old girl from Europe, isn't that right, honey?" Louise grinned, taking his cock in her hand, ready to straddle him. "Look at me, baby, you better focus your eyes right here, on me, 'cause this is the only pussy you're gonna get!"

With that, Louise lined up and impaled herself, sinking onto him fully and with a soft sigh, taking his hardness inside of her. Louise started riding her husband, getting lost in her arousal, building a pace on him, faster and more vigorously. She loved riding him like this. The angle and the position made his average cock feel like a mighty horse.

Though again, shamefully, she found herself comparing her husband to Tony's much mightier cock. And her pussy craved that monster more than anything. Sure, John was making her feel good, but it was nothing like when Tony took her. He tore through her like a train. Now, however, it was an unknown humiliating fact for John that she loved sex with her student better than with him. And yet John dutifully carried on, trying to breed her while he had flipped her onto her back.

Louise would've felt more guilty if it wasn't for John loving that Tony was better than him and that she only cheated to help his dirty fantasy. That fact made it so she could assuage some of her guilt as she lay there with John fucking her. However, as she reached her peak, she wasn't entirely sure who her orgasm was directed towards...

*

Monday morning. It was like most other mornings at the high school. Like with most weekends, it was regrettable to put it in the rearview mirror, especially as Louise had been able to put most of her thoughts to something other than Tony's huge cock in addition to just relaxing. It was a pleasant surprise that Tony didn't even nag once throughout the weekend. Not even a text or an attempt at a booty call.

As she arrived at school, she parked her car and walked in. It was as if everything had returned to normal. As if Tony hadn't spent most of their previous week banging her like some wanton slut. A few of the students greeted her, to which she returned, but other than that, everything was the same. Louise went to her classroom and got to work, getting her things together.

The first few periods were out running track with some of the sophomores, and at lunch, she spent talking to some of the other teachers. Even principal Ryan Winston-Morrow joined them, a strict burly man in his early 50s. He mostly ate his lunch at his office, or out, so it was nice to see that he was alive.

At the end of lunch, she briefly met up with Emily where she thanked Louise and John for their hospitality, before heading off to a class in the main building. Louise started down toward the track again. More jogging. It was soon time to move most of the classes inside before the winter, which Louise was happy about, as her tight yoga pants were not the best pair of pants for the temperature. The red sweater didn't really offer much warmth either.

She was halfway to the track when she ran into someone she wasn't sure if she was glad or sad to see.

"Hi, Mrs. B!" Tony said, as they practically bumped into each other.

"Hey!" Louise said, a bit flustered. She wasn't yet sure how to deal with him at school yet. This was supposed to be her home court, but Tony just had this weird hold on her that made her nervous whenever she encountered him. Maybe it was the looming danger of getting caught, that he'd be reckless.

"How was the weekend without a proper cock to treat you right?" Tony smirked.

"It was very nice. And for the record, John is more than capable," Louise said, unsure why she felt the need to defend her husband. There was no reason to defend the perfect man, right?

"Pff, whatever," he chuckled.

"Tony, can you please take this seriously?" Louise asked, getting a bit fed up. "What if we get caught?"

"We'll just have to be extra careful, then," Tony grinned. "Speaking of careful. I've gone a few days now without getting my balls drained. John ever fucked you at work?"

"No! We can't do it here! I mean, the showers are at least secluded, and it was after hours, and besides, that was also a mistake!" Louise started down toward the track field again. There were at least fifteen minutes until the students would emerge from locker rooms.

"So he hasn't, is what I'm hearing," Tony concluded, following her.

"Listen, the only reason why we're even doing anything at all, is because of John, so you better learn to respect some boundaries here, Tony!" Louise wheezed.

"I'm not asking for much, just a quickie in your office or something," Tony said. "Man, you're so sexy when you're pissed."

"Fuck off, Tony," Louise said, walking faster, leaving the brute behind.

God, that kid had some nerve! And to say something so sexist... God, that kid had some nerve! And to say something so sexist... that just proved her point. Tony had no respect for her. He didn't see her as a person, or as an equal, and that made her mad. And why did he have to bring up John's name all the time? Why couldn't he just fuck her and leave him alone?

Then again, what can you expect? Tony was alright at times, but he truly showed how immature he was sometimes. And his view of women was... Perhaps not that great. Then again, again, she did kinda affirm his behavior by letting him sleep with her and such, continuously, so maybe in his mind he was right to think that way?

And Louise couldn't really blame him. She had told him that she'd let him do whatever he wanted with her. That he was in control. And she was okay with that.

"I'll stop by and fuck you before I head home," Tony texted her. "Wait at me at your office."

Louise sighed. Both from his bad grammar and his suggestion. He couldn't possibly expect to actually sleep with her at work? Was this to fulfill that wet dream all teenagers have? To fuck their hot teacher in their office after school? Louise shook her head. No, he couldn't be serious. Then again, it was Tony, so...

A small reminder coursed through her mind. John wanted her to do stuff she normally wouldn't do for him. Louise sighed annoyedly at her husband's stupid kinks. The things she did to satisfy her husband... Sure, she benefited from it, but Louise had to wonder where this road would take her.

When classes were over and the day was done, Louise stayed at her office longer than usual. She didn't know what she was waiting for, or even why she was waiting. She should just leave, to let Tony knock on her door with no answer. But nope. Louise was just waiting for him. She wanted to use the excuse that she'd tell him he couldn't behave like this, not here, but deep down, she wanted to see him. To see that cocky smirk of his. She hated that she wanted it.

The knock came. Louise stood up and opened the door. She didn't say anything as she stepped aside for Tony to enter. Louise closed the door and turned around. Tony was standing right there in front of her, with his arrogant smirk.

"Won't even say hi? That's cold, Mrs. B," Tony said.

"Tony, please don't..."

He pushed her up against the door.

"What? Don't do this? Don't you mean you want me to do this?" Tony said, reaching down to her pants, and pulling them down. "I mean, you're waiting for me here, and you even wore those tight little yoga pants you know I love. What else could that mean but you wanting me to fuck you?"

Louise couldn't help but admit to herself that he was right. She had waited for him. But still, they were at school! She had to put up a resistance at least, for the sake of her dignity.

"Tony, we can't do it here..." Louise said, trying to pull away, but failing miserably.

Tony shut Louise up with a hard spank that Louise both hated and loved. "Did you tease John about your big juicy booty?" Tony asked.

"I did," Louise answered. "But it's just something I said, so don't get any ideas!"

Louise was worried that if she gave too much of John's fantasies that Tony would use it as ammunition. Like with sucking dick. She swore she'd never degrade herself by doing that, but now she didn't love it, but she'd do it if she thought it would please Tony's big cock. She was yielding too much ground to him as it was, and she was worried she'd alter who she was if she let him persist.

Louise needed to establish some level of control.

Soon enough, Louise was bent over the desk with her yoga pants around her ankles, her toes barely reaching the floor, her hair gripped by one of Tony's fat paws, her cheek pushed firmly against the cold surface by the other, and his massive cock pounding her poor little pussy from behind, slapping against her toned little ass, the impact reverberating throughout the entire small space of the office.

From the moment he entered her till he hit bottom a big question always ran through her mind: Why? Why did it feel so good to be stretched so obscenely? And it always was such a struggle that few thrusts. But once he got going... It was such a divine feeling to have her womb smashed against her cervix by that immense dong. Louise had no chance to escape this. And it was with mere luck she had managed to set up her phone camera as Tony fucked her silly from the get-go.

"OH FUUUUCK," Louise wailed as she came, her back arching, barely able to keep within the angle of the camera that was propped at the other end of the desk.

"Oh yeah. That's what you get, bitch," Tony growled. "Cock this good, there ain't no way you're gonna be able to say no!"

"That's... not... true..." Louise muttered as his fat cock bashed her insides.

"You need this big dick! John doesn't even compare, does he? I bet you never had such good fuckin' in your life," Tony grunted.

"Shut up, and... ah, fuck..." Louise moaned, arching her back some more, driving him as deep as she could get him to reach. "I love how... deep you go."

"You'd better, babe, because I'mma pump the hell outta you," Tony taunted.

"Then go ahead," Louise goaded him. "Fuck me harder."

"You ever act like a slut like this for Johnny boy?!" Tony taunted.

"No!" Louise said, biting down on her t-shirt.

"You think you even could?" Tony grunted, slapping her ass.

"No..." Louise moaned lowly. It would devastate her if John did that... but Tony... that was just different on another level.

Louise did her very best to hide her squeaks as he ravaged her womb and every inch of her interior with a brutal and furious pounding, filling her petite body with his girth and length, filling her ears with the wet slap of her ass and his balls. Louise lost count of the orgasms her body experienced with his bullish dick pushing her well beyond her physical and mental limits, overwhelming her mind and soul, forcing her eyes shut with the raw pleasure seizing her body.

And again, she found herself comparing her lover to her husband. Tony was just so much bigger, reaching so many places physically impossible for John. Louise was so full, so stretched, and Tony had the stamina to go again and again, even when he came. While her husband would crumble down in a heap and fall asleep, Tony would carry on and keep going, even after cumming, leaving her absolutely weak and vulnerable to his rampage.

To her shame, Louise had to admit: She fucking loved how Tony took charge of her, making her submit and obey his will, just for the pure carnal ecstasy it gave her body. It was so satisfying, and even empowering to have a big cock like this to satisfy her, to have a body capable of giving such a tool all the pleasure it could give.

To appease her husband, Louise corrected. Right. That was what she was doing. He'd freak out in the most positive way seeing this later. Yeah, John and Louise had never done anything at school. John had suggested it once, at her job and at his, but that was just ludicrous. But apparently not, as she was now getting railed by Tony. At least it wasn't in a classroom, that would be way too exposed. Anyone could walk in at any minute.

"No more of your excuses, baby girl," Tony smirked, leaning over to grab her tits while pounding her silly.

"Ngh!" Louise grunted. His girth was just spreading her wider than her poor little pussy could endure.

"Next time, like we agreed, I don't want these silly protests. I wanna fuck you like a dirty slut, 'cause that's what you are," Tony continued.

"Yes," Louise breathed. "Yes, I'm a slut."

"Who's slut?" Tony asked.

"Your slut, Tony," Louise replied, feeling another wash of pleasure run through her.

"Good," Tony said.

Louise's legs had given out by now, her toes completely lifting off the floor as she laid flat on her own desk with Tony draped over her, absolutely plowing her into the solid surface. All Louise could do was lie there in sexual submission and take his Goliath battering ram as her pussy was ruthlessly forced into shape to better fit his size, his fist gripping her blonde locks to yank her head back as he slammed deeper than any man she'd ever met. Louise found that no matter how intense her experience became, his size and strength would keep going.

"I'm gonna cum soon. Want it on your ass, in your mouth, or dumped in your pussy?" Tony grunted into her ear.