Chapter 10
Joyce was worried about her young lover-neighbor and she felt she had good reason to be. From what she had heard, he was doing an awful lot of fucking. In addition to the fucking he was doing with her. True, he was a strong, rugged young man, and it would take a lot of sex to even slow him down. But could all that fucking be good for him, she wondered.
She felt somewhat guilty, because she was responsible for a good deal of the pussy he was enjoying. Every morning as soon as her husband had left for work, he came into her bedroom and got into bed with her. And each time he did, she pulled up her nightie and made it clear to him he was welcome between her thighs.
This had been going on for months and, every now and then, it still amazed her that she was doing something so forbidden. How shocked her friends and neighbors would be if they ever found out she was letting this young man get into her. What would they think of her, once they learned she was letting him fuck her? Not just now and then either, but every single morning. What would they think if they knew he had the hots for a woman her age? If they knew he'd rather fuck her than any other woman in town?
The amount of screwing he was doing with her was enough in itself to cause her to be concerned about his well being. He fucked her more in one morning than her husband had in two weeks. Small wonder she felt like he was her man instead of the one she had.
But what really started her worrying about the amount of pussy he was getting were the rumors she heard; that for the past two months or more, he was laying two girls from the college, two sisters, Helga and Tris. If he was screwing each of them as much as he was her, it was a miracle his cock didn't dry up and fall off, she told herself.
She was to blame for that, too. She had encouraged him to date girls his own age and he'd taken her at her word. But she didn't mean for him to fuck them as much as he was fucking her. But she was pleased about the rumors. That was the reason she encouraged him to date girls his own age. If all her friends heard he had a hot thing going with Helga and Tris, no one would dream he was fucking her, too.
She smiled as she thought of how clever she had been.
She had to make sure no one suspected she was doing it. Knowing that people were gossiping about Marc screwing two college girls made her feel safe and secure.
But, nevertheless, she wished he wasn't putting such a strain on his cock. The amount of fucking he was doing with her should be enough for any horny young stud.
He simply had to cut down. She would insist upon it. But if she told him she didn't want him to have any pussy except hers, it would be wrong. He would simply think she was jealous and possessive, as she probably was. No, there was no way she could control how much pussy he got outside. Her mind was made up. For his own good, from this day on, he had to stop screwing her!
She hated to think what life would be like with him no longer getting into bed with her every morning, eating her pussy and fucking her, making her feel like she was the most desirable woman in the world. There wouldn't be much in life for her to look forward to if she couldn't suck his cock and feel that monstrous thing in her pussy and her mouth. But it was her duty to make sacrifices.
She glanced at the clock. It was time for him to stop in on his way home from the office. Supper was cooked and ready to be put on the table. Her heart began to beat faster when she heard his car pull into the driveway.
As soon as he came in the door, she rushed up to him, threw her arms around him and gave him a loving kiss. He was shocked, not to mention worried. They had a firm rule about that. No hanky panky when he came in the door in the evening. Most times her husband got home before he dropped in to say "hi", and was in the house somewhere. Often he was sitting right there in the living room. It wouldn't do for him to see his neighbor grabbing his wife by the ass while they were kissing, like they were going to go straight upstairs and fuck.
"Where's your hubby?" he asked in an urgent whisper as soon as she took her mouth from his.
He had good reason to feel ill at ease. She was pressing her crotch right up against his, rubbing herself up and down on his cock, which was quickly rising. How would they explain that if her husband saw them?
"He came home this afternoon and packed a bag," she told him. "He had to go out of town on business. He'll be gone for a week."
The expression on his face was as bright as the sun coming out from behind a cloud. His hands quickly moved down to her ass and he gave it a good feel.
"Now you behave yourself," she told him. "Supper is ready to be put on the table if you can stay."
"Okay. I can wait," he said cheerfully, "But that is good news. I don't have to wait until tomorrow morning to fuck my lovely lady."
"Do you have plans for the evening?" she asked.
"Well, up to now I thought I'd go home tonight, and I was going to ask Helga and Tris to go out somewhere," he replied. "I'm glad I didn't make the phone call yet. Since you're alone, I'm going to spend the evening at home with my hot, sexy lover. You don't think I'd leave you here at home all alone, do you?"
"Come on and have supper," she told him.
When they seated themselves at the table, she wished she hadn't greeted him so enthusiastically when he came in the door. She had something serious to discuss with him as soon as supper was over.
When the meal was finished, he helped her with the dishes and, after they had the kitchen tidied up, they went into the living room and sat down together on the couch. He put an arm around her and gave her a long, wet kiss. His other hand went under dress, up between her thighs, and he massaged her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
When the kiss ended, she pulled his hand off her snatch and got to her feet.
"Darling, this is what I wanted to talk to you about tonight," she said, trying to appear relaxed. "It isn't right that we're carrying on like this. The idea of a young man fucking a woman my age still sends shivers all through me. Even after all these months."
He grinned at her. 'Well it's supposed to. That's part of the thrill of us screwing each other."
"Yes, well, what we've been doing together has got to come to an end."
"Who says so?"
"I do," she told him. "I simply can't go on like this any longer."
"Why not? We've got a hot thing going between us. No one suspects I'm fucking you. And no one ever will. Why can't we go on screwing each other? You can't imagine what that means to me, being able to give my darling sexual pleasure, showing her how much I love her."
"I'm going up to my room," she told him. "Why don't you phone Helga or Tris and ask for a date? It's better if you and I aren't alone together this evening."
"What are you going to do in your room?"
"I'm going to bed."
"Good. We'll go to bed together."
"I mean, I'm going to lie there and read."
"That's no fun. Why lie there and read when we can lie there and fuck?"
The more they talked, the more she realized he had to have a sexual release. That was why she wanted him to phone one of the girls at the college. But he was unwilling to do that. He was dead set on fucking her. That flattered her as well as frustrated her. She wished he would listen to her, but he wouldn't. She went upstairs and he followed her into her bedroom.
"Darling, will you leave me alone, please?"
"Hey, you can't do this to me. We've been fucking now for months and months. You're my steady girl. You got me all built up to where fucking you is a very important part of my life. You can't suddenly cut me off like this. And just when your husband is going to be gone for a whole week, too."
"Darling, try to understand. I don't want to stop what we've been doing," she told him. "My God you can't imagine what it means to me to have you in bed with me, to have you on top of me and your wonderful prick buried deep in my pussy. I love the way you smother me with loving kisses while your cock moves back and forth in my hole. But I have to put an end to it. We can't continue."
"Aw, we've been through this before," he told her. "Every now and then we talk about ending what we're doing. But you get over it and we go right on fucking. Let's not waste tonight."
"Sweetheart, get it through your head that I mean what I'm telling you," she said. "Starting right now, we are going back to being proper, well behaved neighbors. You are no longer going to be fucking me. Good heavens, it isn't like you won't be getting any pussy. You have more cunt now than you can handle."
"But I want your cunt," he told her. "I'm hot for you. That won't ever change."
"I mean it," she insisted. "It's over."
"You don't mean it, Joyce. You don't mean a word of it. You want me in bed with you as much as I want to get into bed with you."
"Perhaps I do," she admitted. "But starting now, I'm going to exercise some self control."
"You've tried that before. But we went right on fucking," he reminded her.
She gazed at him with a startled look, like maybe he was right and she wouldn't be able to go through with it. But she still had something going for her. She was stubborn.
"I'm going to undress now," she told him. "I don't want to tease you, or get you all hot and excited, so please leave my bedroom and go home. I mean it. I'm going to undress."
"Good. I'll undress with you," he replied.
"All right, if that's the way you want it, she said.
"I didn't want to tease you and get you all hot and aroused, but if you won't leave my bedroom, you'll just have to suffer. I'll show you I can get undressed and see you naked, and not have sex with you."
He was naked before she even got her dress off. He grinned at her teasingly. "I challenge you. You can't look at me getting a hard on without wanting it."
"That's a terrible way to talk to me," she told him. "See what I mean? You've lost all respect for me."
"That isn't a nice way to talk to me either."
"If you won't leave my bedroom, you'll just have to put up with the way I talk to you," she shot back. "Now go ahead and get a hard on. See if I care. It won't bother me. I'm not obsessed with sex like you are."
"We'll see," he said with a teasing grin. "See it rising, Joyce? See how it's stiffening up when I look at you? When you're naked and I'm staring at you, my cock becomes as solid as a bone. But you don't care, right?"
She began undressing. Off came her dress and she laid it over the back of a chair. All she had on now were her bra and panties. She saw his eyes widen. He gazed lustfully at her luscious boobs.
"You sure are beautiful."
"Your words aren't going to get to me either," she told him. "I know where those words came from, your lustful desire to get into bed with me."
"Anything wrong with that?"
"No. Nothing wrong with it at all, since you've been getting into bed with me for months," she told him.
She removed her bra and her magnificent boobs jiggled and swayed. As she pulled down her panties, she saw his cock leap into a full blown erection. The sight of it sent thrills through her. She couldn't prevent it. Her pussy started to moisten as he put his hand on his cock and stroked it.
"This feels great. But it feels better when you do it. I wish you'd stop teasing me and take hold of my cock. Doesn't the sight of it turn you on at all?"
She turned away from him, got onto the bed and pulled the sheet over her without answering him. He came over to the side of the bed and looked down at her.
"Stop playing hard to get," he told her.
"Take a good look at my cock. You can tell by looking at it how much I want to fuck you."
She shook her head, but she couldn't resist looking at it. She could never pass up a chance to look at his prick, any more than he could stop himself from gazing at her cunt.
"That's it. See how long and thick and hard it is?" he asked confidently. "Remember how good it feels when it's in your pussy? Or when you're sucking on it? Yesterday morning after he left the house and I got into bed with you, you lost no time in going after my prick. You threw a leg over me and straddled me. You lowered your pussy onto my face so I could eat you while you sucked my cock. I like it when you do that. I really appreciate how you like to suck my cock first, before I crawl between your legs and fuck you."
She shook her head again, trying to make him believe she wanted no part of any more fucking with him. But he could tell by the look in her eyes that it was all she could do to keep from reaching for his prick.
When she refused to say anything further, he pulled the sheet off her, got onto the bed and straddled her. She was so intrigued and fascinated by his brazen move that she forgot about trying to resist him.
He moved up over her, his buttocks brushing against her full round grapefruit sized boobs. The feel of his lean, firm ass touching her tits made her pussy slick and slippery. like it knew, if she didn't, that it would be stuffed with his big cock before long.
As his cock moved closer to her mouth, she couldn't take her eyes off it, no matter how determined she was. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing hold of it and begin kissing, licking and sucking it, like she had the day before.
"Why can't you leave me alone when I ask you to?" she demanded with a note of desperation in her voice.
"Because I know you're hot to fuck, just as much as I am," he replied.
"Go away."
"Stop being so stubborn. I know you want to suck my cock. Go ahead and do it."
The nerve of him, she told herself. There he was with his cock right in front of her face, and he was stroking it teasingly, playing with it. And he knew how hard she was trying to keep from grabbing it.
It was getting her upset. Of course she wanted his cock in her mouth and in her cunt, she admitted to herself. But she knew it wasn't right for him to be fucking her anymore and she was determined that he wasn't going to anymore.
But he was equally determined he was going to do it with her, like he had been doing every morning. like he had been doing every day for months. She was a hot piece of ass, his favorite woman, and he wasn't about to give her up if he had anything to say about it. If her husband were to come back home, walk into the bedroom and catch him screwing her, he might get it through his head then that it was all over between him and her. But until that happened, he was going to go right on humping her like she was his woman instead.
"Hey, he's going to be gone for a whole week," he reminded her. "This is the opportunity we've been waiting for. It would be a shame to waste it. We can sleep together every night while he's away. We can fuck both day and night for a whole week. Then when he's back home, if you're still determined that I'm not going to do it to you anymore, we can discuss it then. How about it?"
That sounded like such a good idea to her, she found it hard to resist. She was feeling so hot and passionate now, she couldn't keep from wriggling her ass against the mattress. It really wasn't a good time for her to break it off with him, and have to go a whole week without getting laid. She could just as easily end it a week from now. She didn't have to do it tonight. Having him screwing her night after night was too good an opportunity to pass up.
But she was stubborn. "Go sleep in the other room." she told him.
He let out a deep sigh. "Okay, but if you won't let me fuck you, at least suck my cock for me."
She was wise to that trick. He'd used that on her before. He figured that once she started sucking him off, she'd give in and he could do what he wanted with her-all night long. She put on a determined look and shook her head.
"Well, look, if you won't suck my cock, at least lick my balls for me. I know you like doing that. And I like it too. And it won't be like we're fucking. Surely you can't see anything wrong in that."
She looked up at him like she couldn't believe what he'd just said. "What must you think of me? You don't see anything wrong with me having my head between your legs, licking your balls?"
"Well it isn't like anyone is ever going to find out you're going it," he told her. "No one knows you're lying here with your head between my legs. You can lick my balls all night long and no one will ever know about it."
Finally, she decided that licking his balls was probably the only way she could make him agree to get off of her. If she did something nice for him, he might be willing to go home and spend the night there.
"All right, I'll do it," she agreed. "And then you go home, understood?"
"You can have your choice," he told her.
"You can suck my cock or you can lick my balls."
She reminded herself that she'd never been able to suck his cock without wanting him to eat her pussy afterwards. And once he started kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, she always got so hot and eager for him to fuck her, she'd never let him get off the bed until after he gave her a good screwing. No, if she wanted to maintain her will power and determination, she didn't dare suck his cock.
"I'll lick your balls," she told him.
He moved forward and lowered his balls onto her face. It wasn't long until he was ohhhing and ahhhing and smiling with happiness, because she knew how to lick his balls.
"That's it," he said, grinning down at her.
She felt a little disappointed that she had given in to this extent. She never liked to lose, even to herself. She loved to lick his balls, but she preferred that it be her idea.
"Oh, you can't imagine what a thrilling experience this always is for me, looking down and watching you lick my balls. And does it ever feel good when you do it."
That made her feel much better. At least he appreciated what she was doing for him. If she'd ever tried to lick her husband's balls, he would have looked at her with disgust.
Sometimes she almost wished she could see the look on her husband's face at finding out this young neighbor was fucking her. She tried to picture how he would look when he learned she sucked this young man's cock, that he ate her pussy and fucked her whenever he wasn't home. But what would really get to him, she told herself, was if he'd found out she let him shove his prick into her doggie-fashion.
After she had licked his balls for some time, she knew she was excited to the point that he could ease the head of his prick into her mouth and she wouldn't object. She could only hope that he didn't know it.
"Oh that was great. Now, how about one little cock kiss?"
He brought the swollen knob of his cock to her mouth and she gave it a warm, loving kiss. When he didn't take it away, she kissed it several times. Almost without realizing it, she had taken hold of it. Her fingers entwined about it and she stroked it while she slid her mouth over the head. Then she started sucking him.
"Oh, that feels so good," he sighed. "I appreciate this so much, I was hoping you'd take pity on me and suck my cock for me."
The fact that he appreciated what she was doing for him sent sexy, sensuous and exciting thrills through her. She loved the feeling of having his prick in her mouth and she was glad now she had given in. She was in full agreement with him. With her husband being away for a whole week, this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
He leaned over her, his hands holding onto the headboard of the bed for support, angling his cock so that she could cram as much of it into her sucking mouth as she could without choking.
It didn't take her long to suck him off. His hot load spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it without missing a drop. She wasn't one to let his spendings splatter all over.
She blew him a second time and then a third. She would have gone right on sucking him, except that by then, all she could think of was how good it would feel to have him eating her pussy.
As if he was reading her mind, he moved her body and started sucking on her tits. He kissed, licked and sucked until she let out a delighted squeal and climaxed.
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Here you are, in your early twenties, and I still can't wean you away from tits."
"When you see a guy with a cigar in his mouth, he's sucking on a substitute for tittie. I'm more fortunate."
He kissed and licked his way down to her cunt. Placing his hands behind her knees, he drew them up almost to her tits, bringing her cunt to an upward angle, and then he thrust his face onto it.
"Go ahead, do it," she purred. "Eat my pussy. And then fuck me. But I haven't changed my mind about anything. A week from now, my will power and determination will be stronger and I can make it stick...maybe."