David Crane - The newlywed neighbors

Again he felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant hardness, as though it were alive, straining for release from its cloth prison. He sighed deeply, taking a deep breath to tell Niven that she was really a nice person, but that he didn't want to do anything… well, tell her that he couldn't do anything. His eyes went to Niven's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.

"Uuuuuummmmmm… I like a man who has an erection like that," she said, knowing that she would shock him so much that he wouldn't have a chance to think.

She was right. Mark's mouth fell nearly to the floor!

"I… I… I…" he stammered, feeling his face turning a beet red.

"I'll bet you want to put that big hard cock in me, don't you," she breathed. "You want to put that cock of yours right between my legs and fuck me, right?"

"Jesus," Mark hissed, feeling his strength leave him. Her timing was perfect. He could hear his mental voice telling her that something like that was out of the question, but he couldn't make the words form in his mouth. He could have handled her if she had just made the suggestion that they go to bed or something, but the graphic blatantness of her words took all the wind out of him. He had never been seduced like that, and her words threw him completely off balance.

His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm.

He needed to do something. He needed to fuck, and even though his wife was so close to him, he couldn't find the strength to just get up and leave. Niven's lovely round face held him to his seat as securely as if he had been chained.

The young blonde girl leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, like the scorching air from a branding iron. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn him through the cloth. "Well, love?" she asked with raised eye-brows. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me?"

"Niven… there's something… something…" he tried to tell her that he was married, but she broke in.

"My cunt's on fire right this minute, and the only thing that will make it feel better is a big, hard cock. A big hard cock like this one."

And with that she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-encased penis!

The young husband nearly leapt off the couch to the electric reaction of her fingers on his swollen, throbbing member. Niven cooed softly as she lightly traced her fingers along its searing length. She inched her hips closer to his, pressing her breasts lightly against his arm. Then she leaned over and found his jaw line with her lips, tracing a pattern upward along her cheek. Her fiery pointed tongue lashed out like a whip against his skin, freezing Mark in his sitting position while her hand pressed harder down in his greatly swollen penis.

"Niven… I… we… this… you don't understand…"

His words were barely audible, and Niven ignored them completely.

Obviously Mark didn't suspect that, in not fucking his wife when he had the chance, he too was more ready and eager to relieve himself.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Niven asked in a mesmeric voice. "You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you too. Why do you think you're here?"

Mark thought quickly. He really hadn't wanted to fuck her, he decided.

He had just wanted someone to be with, and she had made herself available. He wanted to tell her that, hoping that she would believe it.

"You want to fuck me… you want to fuck me… you want to fuck me…" she droned on, moving her hand over and over along his painfully throbbing cock, punctuating her words.

"No… no… I can't… I… Christ, yes… yes…"

Mark couldn't help himself. In the back of his mind, he could see his wife watching him, but he put her out of his thoughts as he twisted his head and found Niven's lips with his own. The young blonde squealed her delight as her hand moved faster and faster along his turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around in his mouth, keeping up her attack by darting her tongue into his mouth and them withdrawing it in the rhythm of fucking with her remaining the aggressor. Without thinking, Mark's hand moved slowly up along the smooth side of Niven's body and pressed against her left breast, his fingers squeezing and kneading the soft, hot pliant flesh, then dipping inside her shirt to unbutton the garment and draw it away, exposing one naked breast with its lust-hard nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which had seeped from the gland at the hard tip of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants.

Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round, firm breast and his massive erect cock jerking nearly out of control, the full impact of what he was doing blasted into his mind.

Christ! There was no way Kate wouldn't know what he had done! She would find out! She really wasn't all that stupid! Living next to the woman he was fucking instead of his wife was just foolishness!

He pulled himself desperately from Niven, yanking his mouth away from hers and turning his body away from here so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed with his desperate attempt to regain control over himself. He averted his eyes from the lovely blonde woman.

"What's the matter?" she asked coyly. "Don't tell me… let me guess. You're a married man, and you're worried about what your wife might think."

Mark opened his mouth. He was going to say something like that, and he was certain that, now that at least part of the truth was out, she would understand and just let him leave. He started to add that he was her next-door neighbor, but she smiled at him the way she had been smiling all evening… coyly, seductively, teasingly.

"I'd say you don't have much of a wife if you were sitting all alone in a bar after a hard day at the office," she observed. "Besides, I've felt enough of that nice penis of yours to know that there's plenty of you to go around."

"No…" he said, his throat dry and rasping, "I can't. Kate would… I mean…"

"I don't care about your wife, and neither should you. I just want you to fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…"

"NO!" he shouted, a surge of strength rushing through him, enabling him to jump from the couch. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He started walking to the door, seeing that he had to get away. There was no way he could make this woman understand everything.

Not now! Maybe tomorrow he would be able to talk to her.

He was half-way across the room when he heard the low, throaty voice of Niven calling him.

"Where are you going, Big Fellow?"

He turned around to tell her that he was her neighbor, his last ditch effort to make her see how impossible this whole thing was, but when he saw her, his words froze in his throat.

Niven had quickly shed her clothes, and was presenting him with a totally shameless view of her naked body.

If Mark had thought before that she was lovely, he could see that he had underestimated her. Niven had tossed her shirt to the other side of the room and was standing in the puddle of her jeans with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled at him, her mouth parted and her tiny pink tongue playing a peek-a-boo between her lush, full lips. The moist, petal-like, golden fringed flanges of her cunt were presented lustfully, unabashedly, to his eyes, and the yellow triangle of her cuntal mound glistened with the thick drops of moisture that had seeped out from between her pussy lips. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts quivered with an internal vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her shamelessly slim thighs were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered vaginal opening.