A Very Boy Next Door Story

by Alexa Madelaine

  “Yes!”

  She cried out as another finger pushed its way inside her hole. With a shriek she came, the unexpected orgasm washing over her and leaving Diego’s hand dripping with her juices.

  He growled that something that sounded a lot like “fuck yeah” and withdrew his fingers. Without preamble, he shoved his hard cock into her dripping pussy, causing another quake of orgasm to wash over her.

  Diego’s cock filled her up in the best way, her long unused passage squeezing his long length rhythmically. This was just what she had needed since her husband had withdrawn from their relationship and her life had been filled with endless PTA obligations.

  “You like that, Mami?”

  “Yes!” It seemed the only word she could manage to say. Her entire body vibrated with need.

  Diego gripped her hips, tilting her pelvis up to give him a tighter fit. He pulled out before slamming back inside with enough force to make her breasts bounce with each thrust. Pam moaned like the needy slut she had become, pussy loving every moment.

  Never in a million years would she have thought that a nineteen year old boy could make her entire body sing, that he could be this dominant, cocky sex god, but here was all the evidence she needed.

  “Love fucking your dirty old pussy, Mami,” Diego rumbled, fucking himself inside her over and over again. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ move.”

  She believed him.

  Diego pulled from her cunt suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach. She looked at him over her shoulder in question just as he gave her ass one sharp smack. She cried out and her pussy clenched. She felt so empty.

  “Pinch that swollen clit while I fuck this dirty hole.”

  The command caused another gush of liquid to drip from her pussy. She managed to get her hand under her to press against her clit. She circled the button, uncaring that she probably looked like a whore.

  He pulled her hips up so that she was on her hands and knees with her chest pressed into the mattress. She waited, eager for him to thrust back inside her.

  “Please,” she begged, needing him as she rubbed her button and grew closer and closer to another mind-blowing orgasm.

  He pushed his hard dick back inside her in a brutal thrust that left her breathless. He smacked her ass again. “That’s it. Beg for my cock, old lady.”

  “Please!” Pam shrieked, bouncing on his long cock. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm began and another ended as she rubbed her needy clit furiously. She wanted him to come inside her, needed it with a passion that surprised her.

  She could easily become addicted to sex with Diego Martinez.

  She screamed as she came hard enough to lock him inside her for a helpless moment. She might have even passed out because the next thing she knew she was on her back and his dick was shoved deep inside her ass.

  A whimper escaped her throat at the unfamiliar invasion. The burn and discomfort was only momentary though. Fucking her asshole was his right. At the moment, he owned every orifice.

  Diego reached down and smacked her clit. “Going to fuck every hole you have, old lady,” he growled. “Going to paint your entire body with my cum.”

  “Yes!”

  She had lost track of how many times she had come. She shuddered and shook as he speared her tight rosette with his hard dick over and over again.

  “I can’t,” she whimpered, her body so sensitive even the air on her skin felt unbearable. “I can’t!”

  “You can,” Diego corrected. “You will. Your pussy and your ass are mine.”

  The possessive note in his voice sent her over the edge again.

  Soaked with sweat and her juices, she throbbed with completion. Diego pulled from her ass and rolled the used condom from his prick. No. It couldn’t be over. She needed.

  He reached out and grabbed her dyed blond hair and dragged her up to her hands and knees. With one hand he pulled off the condom and tossed it on the floor. With the other, he dragged her head to his crotch. Grateful, for his attention, she opened her mouth, eagerly awaiting his cock.

  A combination of skin and her juices burst over her tongue as he pushed between her lips. “Want me?” he asked.

  She tried to convey with her eyes how much she did but she was too busy lapping at the hard knob of his cock. Precum dripped onto her tongue in a steady stream, mingling with her own juices on his cock.

  He used her mouth just as he had used her other holes, without care for anything but his own pleasure. She was quickly realizing that being his personal fuck doll was a kink she hadn’t even realized she possessed.

  Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his dick, her jaw aching as he pushed down her throat with every thrust. Diego was a fucking machine and she had never been so grateful to be woken up from a nap in her entire life.

  “Ready for my cum?” he grunted, sweat causing a sheen that turned his entire body into a lovely golden sheen like some kind of Aztec warrior from her romance novels.

  He allowed her to pull back long enough to whisper “yes” before he thrust back inside.

  “Massage my balls while you drink my cum,” he commanded, eyes so dark they were almost black.

  She did as he commanded, massaging the high, tight globes as he thrust once, twice, three times. Then he came, flooding her mouth with sticky, salty cum. Her entire body throbbed as she lapped and sucked to get every last drop. Excess semen dripped down her chin, smearing her face in a obscene display of indiscretion.

  At some point her hair had come undone and Diego brushed it out of her face now as if he wanted to get a good luck at the sexual wreckage he had caused.

  “When you off next?” he asked, dark eyes filled to the brim with satisfaction.

  “Tomorrow,” she whispered, throat husky from being used so roughly.

  “Think you could sneak away and come back?”

  Did she want to do this again? If she signed up for another round of Diego’s magnificent cock, she could no longer claim that it was just a passionate fling. She would be actively seeking this, whatever this entailed, out.

  A grin stretched Diego’s lips. “Yeah. You can. My parents will be gone around 3.”

  “I don’t know. My husband-”

  “I’ll turn up my music when I want you to come.” He reached down and tweaked her nipple. “You can come to give me a hard time.”

  She had no other excuses. He was in complete control and she had to decide if she wanted to give up the control to him over her body as well.

  She licked her lips and tasted Diego’s release on her tongue. She couldn’t give this up. She needed the excitement, the pleasure. “All right.”

  “Good. Wear something easy to get off.” Diego offered her a hand up.

  She took his proffered hand and allowed him to pull her off his bed and into a standing position.

  “Let’s get you washed off and back home. Maybe I’ll even fuck you one more time before I send you home.”

  A shiver ran down her spine. That was exactly what she was hoping for.

  NEXT VOLUME: A Desi Love Story (already online)

  Abi is a 38 years old Indian woman who lives in a luxurious home in Deli together with her husband Sar. She never wanted the marriage but her wealthy and politically involved family wanted her to marry someone of the same status and she didn’t want to put shame on her family by refusing. They do not have children because her husband is infertile. At first, Sar was good to her but he later proved to be a verbally violent and psychological abusing husband. He goes as far as yelling at Abi simply because the food doesn’t have the right combination of ingredients.

  Abi never knew love and she hasn’t had any sexual partner besides Sar. Sex with him is awful, as he only seems concerned about getting off and doesn’t care whether she likes it or not. She doesn’t want to refuse him, though; she feels that it is important for her to fulfill her duties as a wife. She is also aware that many women of her age are not submissive anymore and have become more feminis
ts, like some of her former school colleagues. But she wants to make her parents proud. Abi cannot escape from her marriage without embarrassing her conservative parents. She doesn’t want a divorce. Even so, she is frustrated because she spends most of her time alone, watching TV or listening to classical music.

  One day Abi’s life changes. After shopping some clothes at a luxury shop she is attacked on the streets by two guys who grab her clothes and push her on the ground. Fortunately, she is rescued by Kale, a 25 years old artist who offers to take care of her contusion. While Kale could have been dangerous, he proves to be something completely different. Kale is an artist and shows his talent when he agrees to paint Abi’s naked body. From that moment, it won’t be long until Abi’s repressed sexual urges are released. To both of their surprise, Abi is not the passive receiver that she has been trained to be, she is very much a giver and Kale is alone in handling her liberating fury.

  Hi there,

  I am curious to hear more about what you like. I really want to know what turns you on. If you are willing to share your fantasy with our community and I may write a story about it and dedicate a volume to you (or your username : P ). Give it a try…don’t be shy !