Taking The Neighbor 1

Taking the Neighbor

Larry's fist held her hair, pushing her face into the bedspread as he pushed into her again and again from behind. Her ass was so fucking tight. He loved to fuck her there. He didn't know if she loved it more than everything else he did to her or not, but he did know she acted as if she loved everything he did to her. She was his little slut... a regular whore for him. She was moaning with every deep thrust. His left hand smacked her ass a few times, getting it nice and red.

Of course, he was completely addicted to her.

He first met Marcia maybe three years ago, when he was just sixteen and she was twenty nine. She moved into the neighborhood on the street behind him. She was a small woman, only about 5'2" and barely 100 pounds wet. It was amazing that she could have popped out a kid from her little body, but when they moved in, she had a little girl, Jessica, who was about two years old.

She was married at the time and her husband was the ultimate prick, or so Larry heard. He ended up leaving her and they got a divorce very soon after they moved in. How he could leave that hot ass Larry would would never know. But he was sure glad he did.

She was understandably depressed over the events but tried to keep a sunny disposition when she was out in public. She didn't go out much and as far as Larry knew wasn't even trying to date. She was very hot but he guessed she was very shy... or submissive as he found out.

She knew the effect she had on men and showed it at times. Like during the summer after his high school graduation when she laid out in her back yard in that little bikini. Larry was constantly aroused when that summer came around. His bedroom was in the back of the house and his window held that awesome sight every day. He would sit there for a long time, just watching her... watching her slowly spread the lotion on her body, over her chest and abdomen... down her shapely legs. He could have sworn she knew he was there and was hamming it up just for him.

One day he got brave and was extremely horny. He was at the window already, just watching her. She lay in the lounge chair facing towards his house and was wearing sun glasses so he couldn't tell if she was watching him at that moment or not. He figured she had her eyes closed, but kind of wanted her to know what he was doing. He stood by the window and pushed his shorts off. His erection was very evident and he stroked it very slowly. He watched her as she lay there and continued stroking his large cock. He imagined her playing with herself out there and felt his blood boiling. It didn't take long for him to start cumming, spraying into his hand and grunting. When he was done, he wiped his hand in some tissues and looked out again. He could have sworn he saw a huge smile on her face. Every now and then, he'd get brave and do it again, but she never really showed whether she saw him or not.

What really caught Larry's attention with her, though, was after he turned nineteen and she let Jessica out the back door in the morning to go to school. He was often getting ready for school himself and while standing in the kitchen, he could see her back deck. There she stood, in a little robe, tied tightly around her. She kissed Jessica and waved as the five-year-old walked a few doors down the street to the bus stop. They locked eyes for a moment, before she retreated back into the house. It was... electric.

She followed that pattern just about every day for the next month and he watched her every time. And then "the" day happened. It was about a month ago in late September. It was still warm out and Marcia was again at the back door, kissing and waving goodbye to Jessica. This time, when she stood up and they locked eyes, her hands untied the belt to her robe and let it fall open slightly. Larry could see the swell to her breasts, could make out the dark material of her panties. His cock was instantly hard. She didn't act embarassed or ashamed and it was definitely on purpose. He wasn't sure what she had intended for him to do, but that was his day to finally act.

He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt and with the boxers underneath, his erection was impossible to hide. His parents had already left for work and he was alone in the house. He didn't even have classes today, so he had all the time in the world to himself. He put the milk back in the fridge and without much thought opened the back door to his house and walked straight towards Marcia's. He bound up the couple steps on her deck and knocked on the sliding glass door. He watched as Marcia quickly tied her robe up and came through the kitchen. The robe was a pretty color and came barely down to mid thigh, definitely a good look for her.

"Yes?" she asked, opening the door a little.

Larry wasn't in the mood for talking. He really don't even know what came over him... it was like he was on remote control. He pushed through the door and pushed her back into her house. He slid the door closed as she stood there looking at him. She looked a little scared and a little excited.

"Wha..." she started to say as he moved towards her and pinned her against the wall. His right hand gripped her throat, lightly choking her as his body pressed against her. She was almost a foot shorter than him and with their size difference he was easily in control. He reached down and easily untied the belt, letting her robe hang open once again. Her hands were on his chest trying to push him away but a combination of her not really wanting him to stop and her being so much weaker, it really was futile.

"Do you think you're some big man or something?" she said. "I've seen you looking at me... staring at me and jerking off. You think you can just take whatever you want?"

"Mmhmm," he said. "And I think that's what you want."

He leaned down and kissed her forcefully. She pursed her lips shut tightly, but didn't turn away from the kiss, didn't protest. He knew then, for sure, that she wanted this. She just didn't want him to think she was easy. His free hand grabbed her breast tightly and he squeezed it and stroked it. He felt the hardness of her nipple press into his palm.

"Stop it," she said. Her hand grabbed his wrist weakly, as if to stop him, but he got even bolder and moved lower.

He cupped her pussy through her panties and felt the warm moistness inside. She couldn't push her hips away from him, but her grip tightened on his wrist.

"Stop it. You're being very bad," she said, faking anger. It was as if she didn't know if she wanted to push his hand away or pull it in tighter.

He roughly slid his fingers beneath her panties and pushed them between her legs. God she was so wet and hot. He slid his fingers around her mound and felt her tremble against him. Her arm went weak for a moment as her desire overcame her.

But her mind came back and she pulled his hand from her and held it tightly. "Wait... you shouldn't be doing that."

"But I want it," he said. "And your pussy is definitely wet." His hand moved from her throat to grip her hair tightly. "Come here and I'll show you." He walked her like that into the living room and pushed her into the nearest chair. She fell back into it deeply, since it was a very plush and comfortable chair, her legs sprawling, her robe opening. He quickly knelt down and grabbed her sprawling legs, pushing her knees towards her head so that she was doubled over. He pushed her legs wide, trapping her arms beneath them. Her hair was disheveled and partially covering her face.

"Now you got me down here. What are you going to do, big man?" she said, challenging him.

Her pussy was right in front of his face. It looked so beautiful encased in those panties.

"You'll see," he said softly. He took a second to admire her panty-covered pussy before diving in, licking all over her mound. He wasn't paying too much attention to her, but she certainly didn't struggle. If anything, she pushed her pussy up into his mouth, wanting him to make her cum. He attacked her cunt like a man on a mission, sucking on it, driving his tongue hard against her clit, laving his tongue all over. Her panties were getting soaked from both his saliva and her juices.

"Oh my fucking God!" she hissed.

He used one arm to hold her legs up and pulled her panties aside roughly with the other, exposing her succulent lips. She was very wet, her lips engorged and puffy. He dove back in quickly plunging his tongue into her honey depths. He wasn't too experienced at eating pussy, but he knew what he wanted and knew she wouldn't care.

"Oh that's fucking good," she gasped, feeling her pussy ooze for him.

He could barely hear her gasping breaths and moans of pleasure when he sucked on her clit. The little nub was certainly sensitive and made her shiver, made her hips dance beneath him. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and fucked her slowly as his mouth teased and tortured her. He was enjoying this a lot. He don't know how long he went down on her or how many times she came, but he knew it was a lot.

When he was done, he released her legs, gently bringing them to the floor. She just lay there, panting. Her eyes were closed. Her hair was damp and pressed against her face.

Without a second thought, he turned around and walked out, walking right back to his house. Once there, he proceeded up to his room and jacked off... thinking about what he had just done. He was starting to get a little nervous about what might happen next. He didn't know if she'd go to his parents... the police... or what. All he did know was that what he they did excited him. He knew he wanted more.

Fortunately, nothing was said to him from his parents and he actually went to sleep in his own bed instead of a jail cell. A part of him said that it was because that was what she wanted.

*****

The next morning he was up early, but did have a class in just a couple hours. He was in the kitchen at the same time as always, looking out the back door. And just like always, there was Marcia kissing Jessica off to school again... and again wearing that short robe. She glanced up at him as Jessica bound off and they stared at each other for a moment. Her hands started to loosen her robe as she turned away and walked back inside.

Larry don't know why, but he took that as an invitation once again. He put the milk away and again went over to her house. Without knocking, he opened the glass door and went inside. Marcia was just entering the living room when he came in and she turned to meet him, her robe untied and open. She looked absolutely scrumptuous standing there. She had a look of meek defiance, but he knew it was just a cover. He knew she wanted him to ravage her again.

He approached her slowly as she backed up, her hands raising up to keep him away.

"Back again, big man? No... we can't..." she said, stopping herself from finishing her statement.

"But we will," he replied as her knees hit the couch, no where else for her to run. She fell back into the couch just as he reached her. He knelt on the floor and slowly positioned himself between her knees. She put her hands on his shoulders in a weak attempt to keep him away. This time, she had all the time in the world to stop him.

"We can't do this, Larry," she said. "This can't happen."

He put his hands beneath her knees and raised her legs up, spreading them and pushing them back towards her ears. "And yet we are," he replied with a smile. She wasn't wearing panties today and her pussy was just as damp and inviting. "I see you're ready for me today," he smiled. He dove in yet again as she gyrated her hips beneath him, moaning and panting as he shoved his tongue deep into her. She put a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place, guiding him to give her maximum pleasure.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck yes...," she moaned. He made her cum again and again over the next 30 minutes.

His jaw was tired when he stood up, releasing her legs. Marcia was panting and moaning. Then she stood slowly on shaky legs until she was standing in front of him. She brought her fists up and beat them on his chest again and again. "Damn you," she whispered. "Damn you." She was crying as she dropped to her knees, her hands moving to his hips. They both grabbed the thin material of his sweat pants and pulled them down. His erection was tenting his boxers beneath. She looked at it longingly. He knew what she wanted.

"That's what you've wanted, isn't it? Say it!" he demanded.

"Yes... that's what I want," she whimpered. Her hands gently cradled his erection sliding along it over his boxers, marveling over it's size. She wanted it... she needed it.

Larry felt so much need that he couldn't stand it anymore. "Fuck! Do it," he commanded urgently.

She leaned forward, kissing and stroking him. She pushed her face into his cock as her hands stroked his thighs, pushing up into his boxers to feel it. Her hands grazed the side of his cock and he lurched into her face.

"You bastard," she moaned softly. "I don't want to be like this."

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair and humped against her face, letting his cock pummel her.

"To be like what? A cock-loving slut?" he asked.

"Yes," she cried. "I don't want that any more." Her hands grabbed the waist band of his boxers and slowly eased them down, exposing his hard rod. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Her hands were in front of her face, both inches from his hardness as if not sure where to start first.

"Too fucking bad," he said in exasperation and as if on cue she leaned forward, her hands cradling his cock as her tongue and lips caressed it. She kissed and licked it's length, lovingly fondling it. It felt heavenly. She licked it more, coating it with saliva then began to jack him off... slowly at first, then building up steam.

God, he couldn't believe this was happening.

"I hate you," she said just as her lips opened and her mouth engulfed the head of his prick. He didn't know what her deal was.... and he really didn't care as long as she got him off. FUCK! She was sucking on him, her tongue continually sliding along the shaft. She was so good at this. Her mouth was so hot and wet... and he knew exactly what he was going to do tomorrow.

He knew he wasn't going to last long. When he felt himself getting close, he pulled her away from him and started stroking himself. He knew just what he wanted to do and held her there, right in front of his cock. He stroked it harder and faster feeling his balls welling up with need.

"What are you going to do, big man?" she said, challenging him. "Are you going to spray your hot fucking cum all over my face? Yeah?"

"Oh God," Larry groaned, looking down at her. She looked so defiant as he held her there, but she was certainly not fighting him.

"DO you think you can just cum all over me? Are you a big enough man to do it?"

And then it happened... he came... and came... and came. It was like an explosion of cum, rocketing out of his cock, spraying all over her body. She had strands across her face and it dribbled into her mouth and off her chin. She took it all, almost smiling as it coated her face.

As he was coming down, her hand replaced his and she stroked him slowly, almost as if she was milking the cum out of him, squeezing each drop to the tip. Her lips engulfed the head and she sucked and let her tongue clean him off. When his cock was clean, she wiped her hands over her face, and licked her hands clean. She was certainly going to be a fun slut. Just the sight of her was going to get him hard again, but he knew he had to get ready for his class.

Marcia knelt on the floor still, panting and savoring his taste.

Larry backed away, got dressed, and left without saying a word.

*****

The whole rest of the day he thought about her, about what she looked like, what she felt and tasted like. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He thought about what he wanted to do to her. He had to masturbate a few more times that day because of how excited she was making him.

He was up in his room at about 10:30 that night, just sitting at his computer, half-heartedly working on his Calculus homework. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. He looked out his window and saw the lights still on in her house. He sat there staring for a moment, half fantasizing, when he saw some movement by the sliding glass door. It was Marcia. She was standing there, swaying back and forth, dancing. She had a drink in her hand and as she raised it to her lips she looked up at his window.

He don't know if she meant to beckon to him or if she was just fantasizing like he was, but he had a sudden urge to see her. He slipped out of the house, just telling his parents he had to run somewhere really quick. They barely even looked up from the TV. He ran across the yards and when he got to her door, she was in the living room, her arms hugging herself, her hips swaying back and forth. It was so seductive. She was wearing the robe again, this time with nylons on her legs.

Larry just stood there for a moment, watching her, mesmerized by her. She turned after what seemed like an eternity and they locked eyes. She smiled as if she knew he would be there. After a moment, she turned and walked out of his sight, further into the living room. He opened the door and stepped inside, quickly slipping off his shoes.

He walked barefoot into the living room and found her kneeling on the floor beside one of the chairs. Music was playing softly in the background, but with his heart pounding in his ears he could barely hear it. She put one hand on the chair, telling him to have a seat in it. He walked over, a little out of breath. She stopped him just as he was going to sit down. Her hands slid up his legs and unfastened his pants. She pulled them down slowly, as if savoring this moment. His boxers were next and he stepped out of them as she stood. She pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside.

Then they just stood there for a moment, her hands stroking his torso, her eyes longingly gazing over his body. She let her robe fall behind her to the floor to reveal she was wearing nothing but the stockings. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and kissed her fiercely. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into his cock, the heat from her pussy exciting him.

She stroked his body for a few minutes, with him just standing there, his erection straining in front of him. Then she motioned for him to sit down. There was a towel on the chair which he sat on. It was a very comfortable chair and he settled into it, leaning back. She knelt down and slipped between his thighs. She reached to the night stand, and grabbed a bottle of oil, then dribbled a little onto his chest and abdomen. Then, setting the bottle aside, she started massaging the oil into his skin. It was very erotic watching her be so intent on massaging him, on pleasing him. His gaze focused a lot on her breasts, especially when she moved up to his shoulders and they pressed into his cock. It was heavenly.

Her hands moved down and stroked his abdomen for a while before she got more oil and dribbled more there and on his thighs. Her hands slid over his skin. As she caressed his thighs, her face came within inches of his cock. He could feel the heat from her breath against him and it only made him more excited. They seemed to feed off of each other's arousal, both becoming more excited by the second.

She was such a fucking tease, coming close to his cock many times, but intentionally not making contact. Larry could feel his blood pulsing within the hardness, throbbing with desire. She ran her fingernails up his legs starting at his ankles and moving up to his inner thighs making him tremble. Then... she touched it. Oh God, it felt so good! Her fingers lightly wrapped around his hardness and slid up and down its length slowly, spreading the oil as a lubricant. Her other hand lightly massaged his balls.