Cynthia Lures Her Neighbor Ch 03

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Stuart nodded, his head pinned beneath my legs. rubbing his short goatee against my sensitive lips, tip of his nose pressing my clit.

"Good boy," I said, leaning forward to give him a clear view of my tits swaying above him.

Without further prompting, his hands reached to cup and lift me, thumbs brushing my erect nipples.

"That's right. You grab on tight while I ride you," I said.

I rocked forward, lifting enough to allow him a deep breath before dropping back onto his mouth, forcing his tongue deep inside me. I writhed at the sensations rising up from my pussy. Stuart tugged hard enough to bend my spine, and send a new rush of wetness over his face.

My nipples tightened harder, as if connected to my clit. "Just like that!" I panted, rolling my hips to sweep the length of my slit across the roughness of his beard. Raising up enough to permit him a taste of air before settling my ass back down on his broad chest.

My first orgasm crashed over me as he sucked first one lip, then the other, his teeth gripping my clit, flicking at it with his tongue. My ears roared with white noise. My pulse hammered through my veins, fingers and toes throbbing. I screamed loud enough to make sure Maggie and Rich could hear me through our adjoining townhouse walls.

Not the first time they'd heard my pleasure in the bedroom. Knowing they could hear me telling lovers to fuck me harder made Friday night bridge parties an adventure. Maggie trying to figure out who had been in my bedroom. Rich trying to pretend he hadn't been wishing it was him.

Rich was going to have to wait his turn. Right now, I had a champion pussy licker making a perfect bid to finesse me onto his cock. Bridge could wait too.

I scooted down, grinding my slickness over Stuart's hard dick, teasing him, moving back and forth, pulling up each time the tip began to slide deeper.

Teasing myself by not plunging the tip and every inch of him all the way into my needy wetness.

I reached one hand between us. Stroked him. Leaned forward and kissed him. Opened wide, took his mouth for my own. Sucked on it. A reminder of when it had been his cock in my mouth. Wishing I could have his cock in my mouth while it rubbed my clit. Wishing he could reach the back of my throat and the back of my pussy at the same time.

Nibbling at his lip, tasting myself. "Mmm, you taste as good as you look. My juices all over you." I ran my fingers through glistening facial hair. "I love a hungry man."

Stuart's tongue darted out for a taste of his own. "I've never been ridden like that. My tongue, so deep inside you..."

The lust glazing his eyes was intoxicating. With a pet like him, who needs margaritas? The thought of Stuart's salted rim made me thirsty again - no lime needed. "You'll get another chance, neighbor. My turn first."

I moved my hand from his cock up to my pussy. Slipped two fingers inside. Moaned, and added a third. Moaned again as I removed all three and wrapped their wetness around his shaf., Up over the tip. Squeezed.

Squeezed again, and mixed his pre-cum and mine on his skin. Felt his hardness quiver in my hand. "Should I put you back in my mouth? Taste my pussy right off your cock?"

Stuart groaned, his hands finding my breasts, tugging again at my nipples. "Wicked, you said. I had no idea. Licking yourself off me..."

I laughed, low and throaty, felt him throb in my grip. "You like wicked. Not used to a woman who knows what she wants - surprise for you - I take what I want." I dipped my head, and swallowed his cock back into my mouth, moaned in satisfaction at his hardness. I swirled my tongue around the length and tip of him. Reveled in the taste of my pleasure mixed with the first drops of his cum.

The nasty side of my female brain thought about tossing a few jabs about his selfish ex, but I didn't want to risk melting the glorious cocksicle I was about to slip into my pussy. Instead, I forced every bit of his thickness to the back of my throat. Let wet choking sounds tell him how much I enjoyed him. How much I enjoyed forcing my mouth open with his cock.

His hips trembled. I felt a hand on the back of my head, a hint of pressure holding me in place.

I popped him free of my mouth, made obscene slurping noises, then flicked one finger against the base of his cock. "Not yet lover. You'll fill my mouth, but not before I get this wonderful meat where I need it. My pussy needs a good fucking - I want to feel you stretching me out down there."

I gave a long lick up the side of him, balls to tip. "I don't remember the last time I took one this big, so we'll go slow. At first." I kept my smile hidden at the look of pleasure on his face. No harm in a bit of ego stroking.

I cupped my hand underneath him. Weighed his balls in my palm. "Feels like you have plenty for me. Lots of cum to fill my mouth and pussy?"

Without waiting for an answer, I rolled myself up onto his midsection, and threw one leg across him. Quivered as the tip of his cock nudged my inner thigh. Grazed him with the close-trimmed hairs covering my outer lips. Grabbed him, and held his cock against my clit again.

Beneath me, he flexed, straining to push himself inside of me. I chuckled again, teasing him by raising up to keep him just outside of me. "Tell Cynthia what you want. What do you need, loverboy?"

The growl out of his throat was more of a howl than a moan. For a moment, I thought I had managed to remove his powers of speech, but then his eyes focused back on mine.

"I need. You. I need you. Your pussy. Please, please, ride me. Take me inside of you-- "

I slammed my pussy down the length of his cock, forgetting my caution about taking it slow. Screamed in pleasure as I drove him, bottoming out at the back of my pussy, balls slapping my wet flesh. I came again as I forced every inch into my pussy, raised up a fraction and then rammed him back inside of me. I could feel him thrusting up to meet me, and I planted my hands on his chest for balance.

"All of it, Stuart! Fuck me! Harder!" I could feel my second orgasm cascading into a third, and I had no intention of letting him slow down and having that glorious pleasure slip away.

His hips began to shake, and I put command back into my voice. "Not yet! Make me come before you fill my pussy!"

He groaned, and his fingers dug into my back. "So good, you fuck me so good. Have to stop or I'll--"

The strength in his hands combined with his vocal pleasure sent me over the edge. "Now! Fuck me harder. Fill me!" My nails left marks on his chest as my pussy spasmed. My nervous system went haywire and my clit turned hypersensitive. I twitched and shuddered, sensations building to an unbearable frenzy.

I could see his orgasm in his eyes as he pounded upwards, drenching slipperiness confirming his finish. My insides pulsed tight, milking a convulsion from him, and still I kept moving.

His system was in overdrive, cock still hard for those precious extra seconds as I slid up and down. The wet sound of him fucking his cum back out of me. "Listen to that beautiful sound. Your cum in my soaked pussy. Just like I told you. Good boy."

Stuart's eyes rolled back in his head, and he tried to speak. I felt him slip out of me, and a soft noise escaped his lips.

The smile on his face matched the warm feeling low in my body.

"Shh, no need to talk. My talented pussy licker. My good fucktoy."

Stuart's eyes flickered back open, and I could see him trying to contest my language.

I pressed one finger against his lips, and shook my head. Laughed silently at the feel of his tongue against my finger, tasting both of us. "Yes. My fucktoy. My obedient fucktoy. With such a nice cock. You rest now. Cynthia will reward you later."

His eyes closed, post-orgasm languor enveloping him. I stroked the side of his face, and considered my next steps.

I had planned on this being a one-off project. A gift for a nice neighbor that would also take care of my needs. Stuart's performance and obedience let me know that I had found a new pet. The satisfied ache in my pussy let me know that swim time was going to get a lot more interesting.