My Neighbor Pt. 07

Tony was, of course, an awful lucky boy and utterly pleased at hearing these debasing words spoken from his married teacher, especially earing how she had developed and found her own enjoyment in his dominance over her. If he had more time before John's birthday, he'd probably even be able to get this married slut to wear a leash for him. Maybe he'd even make her clean his room or something, do chores.

He pounded his huge member harder and deeper into her married hole. Louise could only moan and squeeze her walls around her bull's cock, she could already feel the drool oozing out from the corners of her lips. The huge invader spreading her inner walls so wide open that they rubbed against its entire length as it travelled up and down inside her vaginal depths.

It wasn't long until Louise had another orgasm. And another. Tony was wrecking her, fucking her senseless, as his body pushed forward and pulled back, a jackhammer drill driving deep and true inside her married pussy. And it showed, as a silly smile stayed glued to the teacher's face. She felt so good. The student had a hard time holding back his cum when he saw his teacher's pretty and blissfully ignorant smile. It was all the encouragement he needed as he began shooting rope after rope of thick semen into her womb.

Tony groaned as he unloaded inside his married teacher. As Louise enjoyed the sensation of Tony flooding her womb with his potent semen, she once again thought how none of this was recorded. Tony was pumping hot gobs of cum deep into her core, and it was all for their lone, carnal pleasure. Nothing of this would be shown to John. Her husband didn't even know it happened. This was all just for her, for them.

"Done already?" Louise asked after a few minutes had passed and they lay in a sweaty post-coital embrace. Tony's cock rested against her soaked pussy lips, his limp rod smearing his cream across her stomach.

"Think it'll make up for not being recorded?" Tony asked, grabbing her ass cheek, and massaging it.

Louise felt awful about it, but still answered: "Yes. It was amazing."

Tony grinned. "That's what I like to hear."

They were just laying there, Louise in Tony's arms, crushed under his weight. She wasn't going to say anything, because she was too exhausted to protest. And to be honest, she was also enjoying this post-coital moment of relaxation.

But soon, Tony got off of her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, watching him rise from the bed.

"Getting your phone," he said, as he started putting on his clothes.

"Oh... good," Louise said, still exhausted, but smiling at the thought. She watched as her young lover walked out of the bedroom and headed back towards the living room. Louise sighed happily, basking in the afterglow of her sexual high. She knew it was wrong to cheat on John, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to feel this good, and Tony made her feel so amazing.

Over the next hour, Tony brutalized Louise's insides, pummeling her and breeding her over and over, pumping her full of hot, thick cream. He pulled her hair just the way she liked it when he railed her from behind, churned his hip the right way in missionary. It was great. A loud smack rang through the air every time his fat and swollen balls slapped against her thick ass, and equally as his hand slapped across her cheeks.

Tony would simply move Louise however he wanted to take her, and Louise could do nothing to stop him, being the fat sweaty slug that she was. And oh, how she loved the manhandling. Being controlled by a guy much younger and superior to her, having him command her and have her full devotion as his personal married sex toy. Louise enjoyed his brutality and fierceness as she could do nothing but comply and obey.

"Good slut," he would groan, slapping her asscheeks hard, gripping her thighs or her cheeks to chase his orgasm.

After a quick shower, and something to eat, Louise was bent over the kitchen table, her face mushed against the cold surface and with a small dribble in the corner of her mouth, her face as flushed, while Tony hammered her pussy, one of his hands pressing against the small of her back, keeping her in her position. Her phone was under the kitchen window, capturing her contorting, conquered face blissfully wincing in pleasure, her mouth drooling, eyes screwed up and head lolling about.

She lifted her gaze from the lens and to the window, and there Louise saw John still mulling about. Oblivious to his wife and student going at it, but he was always there in the garden, tending it with the diligence. For a split-second she feared what would happen if John wouldn't like her gift. No. He'd love it. She had to believe so. He'd love the show they were recording, right?

John's face blurred, and all her focus was suddenly drawn to the thick piece of meat tearing apart her insides. Tony was growling, his teeth grit, holding on for a little longer as his balls tightened, getting ready to pump her full again, and he didn't disappoint as he did exactly that, blasting her tight womb with his cream yet again.

Somewhere along the way Louise had a third or a fourth orgasm. She didn't know nor care to count.

By the time they finished the recording in the kitchen, her entire body felt sore and bruised, her hole stretched and bred to satisfaction. Luckily, it seemed like Tony needed a breather as well.

As he had just collapsed into the nearest chair, he didn't say anything, but motioned her to come forward, giving Louise an idea of what he wanted. Tony's large cock was soft now, but that didn't stop Louise from crawl over and sucking on it like her life depend on it. Cleaning her fluids and Tony's sperm, a strange mixture that never tasted right or good, but she was devoted to doing so, kissing and worshipping his soft and used tool, watching it fill in volume and begin to slowly grow erect in her hand, bobbing with her mouth and swallowing the taste as it took form.

After a good twenty minutes of worshipping his half-masted member, Louise began feeling the telltale signs of her own arousal growing. Her nipples felt so sensitive and hard and her pussy began to pulse between her legs. In the last week of being a cheating slut, her own sex drive had grown more intense and stronger. Tony had spoiled her to be hungry for his attention and cock, and now she was conditioned like a bitch in heat to respond to his cock.

Louise snuck a hand down to tend to herself, stroking Tony's ego and making him smile with her desperate worship and need to pleasure him, all the while fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit, and playing with her own breasts.

"Tony, get my phone. We need to record," Louise said.

"We've recorded enough. For now. Just keep going," Tony grunted, pushing her face deeper onto his cock, until the head lodged against her throat. And soon enough, a few inches pushed through her neck's resistance and a third of his cock was making it's way down her gullet.

But he was so large, making Louise gag and cough. She could take him a third of the way, but not easily. And certainly not further. Not that it stopped her from trying.

"Just keep going," Tony told her, pushing her face down to get as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. "Fuck, yeah... so hot. You look good, babe. You got almost half my cock down your throat now," he laughed, moving her face up and down, sliding his cock further down.

She would try, but he was way too thick for her. His girth spread her lips apart and her jaw had to open wide for him to fit. No amount of determination could take away from the size, or change the laws of physics.

When the head reached the top of her throat, it caused her to gag reflex. With each push down her gullet, her throat clenched and muscles spasmed around him, prompting loud sputters, gurgles and coughs.

But with another hand, Tony forced her face back down, not caring that her gag reflex was kicking in. His strong, confident hands pressed against her head, keeping her down on him for several seconds, and Louise's fingers trembled against his thighs. It was uncomfortable, but so exhilirating. Being a woman for a stud, being a loyal cocksucker to a superior male. Louise enjoyed how helpless and stupid she must've seemed.

"One day, that whole cock will fit," Tony said.

The whole length? There was no way. Her throat wasn't that big. But Tony was determined. He would make sure that she learned to deepthroat him and be the best little slut she could be.

It wasn't long until Tony felt himself getting close. Louise was sucking him with great enthusiasm and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He could feel his balls tighten and his cock begin to throb. Getting pleasure from this hot wife was so addicting to him, perhaps even as much for him as for her.

"I'm close, babe," Tony said, his breathing quickening.

Louise nodded, giving him a sign to let him know she was ready to receive his load. Tony bit his lip as he felt his balls begin to tense. He was almost there! Louise braced herself, closing her eyes and preparing her throat. After a few more seconds of hard sucking, Tony bucked his hips up, pulling Louise down on his shaft. She immediately felt his cock pulsate inside her mouth, his hot seed rushing up his thick shaft and erupting into her throat. Louise's body began to tense as well and Tony pumped her with all his strength, driving his seed deep into her body.

"Take it all!" he cried, gripping her tightly, pulling her head up and down, emptying his balls down her gullet, cumming hard. His cock kept squirting its cum, depositing his thick sperm into the back of her throat, pumping her stomach and filling her up.

It took her a moment or two, and a lot of effort, to swallow her lover's whole load of sticky semen before she could breathe. Her breaths were uneven as she came right along with Tony, fingering herself, pinching her nipples, moaning like a whore on a cheap hooker's corner as her own pussy gushed, and gushed, and gushed with warm juice onto the floor below.

As she sat there, slowly calming her breathing, the shame and guilt started to set in, mixing with her pleasure, her hormones, and her submission, leaving her drained. Louise's shoulders sagged, and she felt both violated and happy, pleasured and ashamed. The situation she was in, the choice she had to make: to please her husband by sleeping with her young student. Cheating. Fucking Tony. It was overwhelmingly wrong and vulgar. Why the fuck was it so amazing then?

And yet there she was, twenty minutes later on her knees in the shower, serving Tony again. Was Tony really better? He was young and he was blessed with a cock of ridiculous proportions, there was no doubt about that. The fact that her husband was nowhere near in comparison, she knew was true. Louise still loved John, and even if their sex life had faded, that didn't mean that Tony was any better. He was not her soulmate. They had fun, for now, and it was good sex, and the new experiences were fresh and interesting.

Still, the thoughts bounced in her head: why was she enjoying it then? Why was she enjoying sucking on the large cock of her young student?

Why couldn't Louise push the monster from her mouth and walk away from her younger lover, finding fulfilment in her own home instead? If she and John truly loved each other, it shouldn't be this complicated. If the spark was missing in their marriage, then they should be working to bring it back. But instead, here Louise was, blowing the cock of her young, aggressive lover who was using her under the guise that it was for her husband.

Tony grabbed Louise's head, holding it firmly in place as he thrust his dick into her mouth. There was no love or affection, just pure sex. Tony's virile stamina amazed Louise to no end. Having just had two mind-blowing orgasms, Tony was still hard, eager for more sex with his married teacher. How she would handle him, Louise didn't know. As her lustful and malleable thoughts churned about in her brain, the more she grew confused.

There wasn't a need to sort any of this out now, as she had his thick shaft for company. Swirling her tongue around his throbbing member, coating his shaft with a heavy coat of drool, her cheeks caving inward each time his cock slipped deep into her wet mouth, filled with her saliva and pre-cum. The hot water ran across her skin as she hummed and moaned around Tony's huge cock. It all seemed so dirty and wrong, sucking on this monstrous dick.

It seemed Louise's hot mouth and slutty skills was too much for the boy to handle as a mere minute or two after Louise had begun her passionate sucking, Tony was ready to explode. As the first spurts of hot cum burst from the tip, his hand on the back of her skull holding her firmly in place while his entire shaft twitched, ready to pump all it had into the married woman's throat. Louise nearly choked, surprised by the abrupt eruption. Trying not to sputter and cough and splatter her lover's cream around the shower walls and floor, Louise continued sucking his manhood, nursing out every last drop of cum from the kid.

Tony's potent load soon came gushing out of her mouth and dripping down his enormous cock. His entire sack pulsed, his balls swelling as she unloaded his large, salty load right down her throat, flooding her stomach.

She was finally done.

As if. The spanks echoed against the tiled room as their mutual grunts rhythmically joined the chorus, Louise's body being rocked back and forth. She had just finished sucking Tony's dick off, and yet here he was, pummeling her with his cock, fucking her raw and hard.

Louise was on all fours, with her ass raised up in the air. Tony was behind her, pounding her with his cock.

"Fuck... you're so tight and juicy," Tony said, as he thrust into her from behind.

His hands squeezed her hips tightly, his nails digging into her flesh. He pulled her body against his and began humping her, and Louise loved letting this brute ruin her, dominate her. This weekend was a mistake. But even with the knowledge and weight of her actions on her, her own treacherous body was simply addicted. His big cock stretching her walls, her heart hammering in her chest as his rough hands pawed at her body, feeling her and grinding his fat member even deeper. Louise was disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed, but above all horny.

There was an audible wet slapping and Tony's low grunting as his wet skin slapped Louise's equally soaked ass. She was breathless and flushed, biting her bottom lip and shutting her eyes as he pounded her with his manhood, spewing all that he had and then some. There were no words coming from his teacher's mouth, only soft moans and hoarse groans.

"You're mine now, Ms. Banks," he said, pressing his forehead against the back of her shoulder as he gave her slow and hard strokes. "I own you," he repeated.

"You- Ahh! Ack! God. Yes. Yes, you do," she mumbled between long, deep penetrations.

He started slamming her hard and fast, almost roughly, bringing her closer to yet another orgasm, his thrusts quick and intense. She gripped the sheets for all she was worth, bit down on it as her eyes rolled back, and her mind spun, almost dizzying. She could barely breathe as her young student slammed his big fat cock inside her married pussy. All Louise could do was let herself go, letting the boy fuck her stupid and ruin her for any other man, just for the brief euphoria it brought her.

"Auh!" she gasped and squeezed her eyes closed, her legs quivered a bit as Tony had sent a powerful orgasm to wrack her body, waves of tingly pleasure to crash over her.

She moaned and thrashed like a fucking animal, clenching and milking his cock as it shot yet another load deep inside her pussy.

That was her weekend. The two of them kept fucking over and over again, ignoring the time and responsibility they had in their lives. All they focused on was their mutual pleasure and satisfaction. Louise could barely remember it now, the events blurring together. After they finished fucking in his bedroom for what seemed the hundredth time, she collapsed and simply dozed off. But Tony had soon woken her again, by fingering and tongue-fucking her, eating out and exploring her pussy, finding territory that was only his. He'd even tongue her ass, which Louise was apprehensive about, but was learning to embrace. And the pleasure was undeniable.

After getting so very messy again, Tony would bend her over the back of the couch. Again and again, taking his time, fucking her different positions and places. Not content, never sated, a pervert to the bone. By Saturday evening, she was exhausted, completely ravaged, but her body was craving more.

But eventually she couldn't take it, and neither could Tony. Tony was gaming in his room while Louise laid sore and depleted of any energy in the living room, just where Tony had left her after filling her mouth up with his fat load. It felt like she was going to pass out any minute, but as she was about to close her eyes, Louise glanced to the window.

There she saw Emily. The petite French girl was just entering her home, where her husband was all alone.

*

Tony wasn't joking when he said he had some lustful slut over. Now, I don't like that term, as I love all women, but Jesus. I could hear them go at it continuously across all of Saturday. Of course, when I was at home I didn't hear anything, but if I moved over to their driveway I could hear clearly some poor marriage getting wrecked by Tony's careless, yet monstrous cock.

Of course, I spent parts of my afternoon imagining it was Louise who was getting destroyed. That my own wife was taking such a big, veiny dick right then, with every moan I heard, so close but so far away. I was continuously imagining the sight of my wife bent over, her legs quivering with excitement as Tony drilled her from behind, his fist in her hair, their bodies sweaty and hot. The thought of Louise panting as Tony slid in and out, not caring or even giving a single shit about my relationship.

Some of the scenarios were a mix of envy and betrayal, not just about their infidelity, but about their very relationship. Tony had already shown that he was more capable, but sometimes the anger and hate fueled my fantasies. Like he had taken over the house, or he was kicking me out to the garage. My priority was reduced by my wife just so that she could fuck her favorite student. In return, Tony would fuck Louise over and over. In all the ways and in all the holes he could, Louise would find her bliss, her hunger only quelled when Tony allowed her thirst to be quenched, always controlled and conquered, his woman.

All of that was incredibly arousing, but I knew it was a far-fetched dream. I tried to push those thoughts aside and work in the garden instead, getting the most out of the sun-bathed days we had left before the long autumn and winter. Still, while I was enjoying my time in the garden, the neighbors sure weren't.

They continued on throughout. Good for them. Whoever it was.

My imagination, and probably lack of stimulation for my weird fetishes, sent my mind all over the place. Not something a quick self-induced handjob wouldn't fix.

Later, I was cutting some fruits up for a quick snack. I only had a few hours left of sunlight, but I was treating myself to some pineapple. Come to think of it, how do we even get pineapples in the winter? I'm sure they didn't grow too well with the colder climate. Then again, I doubt they grew in Indiana at all. Except in greenhouses, I guess. Yeah, that was reasonable. Or maybe they transported them, but then the question posed was: how would they not go bad during transportation? Hm. I guess one could-

That's when the doorbell rang. I made my way over to the door, thinking who it might be. I wasn't expecting anyone.