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Good Neighbors, Part 5
*** This story continues Stacey's recollections of how she came into
her current situation. Please see Parts 1 - 4 for the back story. ***
I humped his cock hard, sliding forward as far as I dared and still
keeping his cock inside of me; and then slamming myself back onto his
cock, sinking down on the full length of it in one swift stroke.
"Fuuuuuuck me," Martin said. "Get that dick, girl!"
Just as he did while fucking my throat, I held on to his chest, pinching
and twisting at his nipples as I fucked his cock.
"That's right, baby," I said. "I'm going to fuck your dick off!"
"Shit, yeah!"
Our grunts were growing louder and soon we were both moaning over the
sounds of our bodies slapping together. I buried his cock in my ass and
leaned down to lick and suck his nipples.
"Oh yeah, Stacey, just like that, baby," he said.
I felt like such a girl, humping my man while licking his nipples. I
nipped at them playfully.
"Hey!" he said. He grabbed my hips and thrust upward, lifting me up and
forward--dislodging me from his chest. My tits were now in his face and
he latched on to my nipples through the pink satin, alternately sucking
them in turn before biting them as well.
"Ouch!" I squealed, my hips grinding back as I tried to squirm out of
his grasp. It had the desired effect of driving his cock back inside of
me.
"Not so fun, now, is it?" he asked.
"Oh, baby, you can chew on my nipples as long as you'd like; just keep
that cock in my ass."
"That's your job. You're fucking me, remember?"
"Oh, you mean like this?" I asked. I sat up, bending backwards until I
could get my legs under me. Reaching behind me I gripped his lower
thigh--effectively holding myself in a "crabwalk" position.
I raised my hips until I felt his cock was about to fall out and then
lowered myself quickly, impaling myself on his full length. I raised
and lowered my hips over and over again, really riding his cock. As I
did so, my own half-hard cock flopped up and down between my legs.
"Oh fuck," I said. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh. Yes! Yes! Mmmmm. Fuck yes!"
My stream of exclamations punctuated each downward motion.
I heard the distinctive sounds of his cellphone camera shutter.
The sexy noises of my ass slapping against his groin spurred me on, my
cock making contact with his abs, spreading around the steady stream of
pre-cum I was leaking.
I humped him like that for what seemed like an hour, but I know there's
no way my legs held out that long. Soon I pulled up too high and his
cock popped out.
"Arrrrggggghhh," I groaned, missing it immediately. I squeezed my
thighs together gripping it between them as I pulled back, mashing his
cock against mine. I hooked the head of his cock under my balls and
wriggled my hips until I felt him slide back inside me.
"Shit, yeah," he said. "That's some hands-free shit right there. Get
that dick, girl!"
I humped him some more, slamming my body against his. I literally
fucked his cock until my legs were shaking so bad that I couldn't keep
them under me. I collapsed on top of him in a heap, sliding between his
legs and making his dick bend in a direction it wasn't really meant to
until it popped out again.
"Let's rest your legs," Martin said. He slapped my thighs as he sat up
and then kneeled between my legs. Instinctively I spread my legs wider
and grabbed my legs under my knees, expecting him to mount me missionary
style again.
"I have a better idea, baby." He pulled my legs up and apart and then
pushed them toward me. "Grab onto your ankles if you can."
I grabbed my ankles with some difficulty--having bent my legs slightly--
and I was keenly aware that I was spread-eagled in as obscene a manner
as possible. He sat back and took some pictures before he stood up in
bed. I heard the healthy *splurt* of lube and the squishy sounds he
made as he applied it liberally to his cock while stroking it.
He grabbed my hips and pushed forward, folding me in half. My knees
were around my ears and when I looked up at him I was staring at the
business end of my own dripping cock. I placed my hands against my
back, using my elbows for stability as Martin mounted me.
His cock slid back inside of me effortlessly. He placed his hands
halfway down my thighs and began to drive his cock into me with long
sure strokes. He was pushing down as he plowed me from above, at times
puling all the way out and ramming his full length back inside of me.
"Oh yeah," he said. "That's it. Take that cock. You like that? Huh?
You like my big black cock pounding your little white ass?"
"Uhhh-huhhh," I managed to say. "Uhh-huh-uhh-huh-uhh-huh." My sounds
punctuated each thrust. "Fuck-my-ass-hard. Fuck-my-sissy-white-ass."
He flexed his knees as he relentlessly pounded my ass. With each thrust
my cock leaked more precum, sometimes even being "expressed" as he
shoved his black cock into me. My mouth stayed open, greedily waiting
for the next stream.
As he fucked me my cock suddenly began to swell. He stopped momentarily
and one hand gripped my cock.
"Ready for some more cum?"
"Yes, please! Make me shoot my load into my own mouth!"
Martin pushed forward, bending me just that much more. Still on my
thigh, his left hand now slid down to my knee, pinning me there. My
cock was now as close as it had ever been to my mouth--just three inches
away. With his cock buried to the hilt he began humping me as he
stroked my cock. Each thrust in was another stroke of my cock.
I didn't last more than a few dozen strokes.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh... shit!" I yelled as my second orgasm swept
over me. Martin didn't stop fucking me or stroking my cock as I came.
I felt my ass spasm around his cock as spurt after spurt of my second
load shot into my mouth. I kept my mouth open, allowing it to pool
inside before swallowing it.
Now Martin shifted into high gear. He let go of my cock and pinned my
other knee. He pistoned his cock in and out, each thrust harder than
the last. Soon his breathing was ragged and I knew he was ready to
blow.
"Here it comes, Stacey," he said. "Ohhhhh, fuck!" He basically
collapsed on top of me, giving me every millimeter of his cock as he
pumped his second load into me.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby. Let it go. Paint my insides with your black cum!
Give your sissy slut her creamy reward!!"
I felt his cock swell and then soften. I immediately missed the
presence of his hardness, although he was still rutting around in my
ass. My own cock, now less than an inch from my face due to his full
weight pushing down on me, was leaking again. I stuck out my tongue as
far as I could and was able to just lick the tip, the touch of my tongue
on my own cock was electric!
"Shit, are licking your own dick?" he asked.
"With a little help from my friend," I said.
"Well maybe we'll have to work on getting your lips around it."
"If I had a cock as long as yours it would be easy. I'll settle for
wrapping my lips around your beautiful black cock instead."
He slid down, releasing my legs and lying flat on his back. From where
I was I thought it would be easier to just get up and then join him in
bed. As I stood my legs buckled underneath me, my ass twinging as a
reminder of what I had just been through.
"Whoa, you alright?" Martin asked.
"Oh yes, just need a few moments to get my legs back after that rigorous
and thorough ass fucking."
I crawled up onto the bed and between his legs. I paused long enough to
slurp his cock into my mouth. It was covered in lube and our mutual
juices and I sucked on it like it was my last meal. I was rewarded with
a few creamy drops as I squeezed his balls and shaft. I heard the click
of his camera.
"You're one nasty cocksucking sissy slut, Stacey."
"I'm YOUR nasty cocksucking sissy slut," I said. I released his cock
and crawled up beside him.
We laid there in silence for a few minutes.
"So wh... ," we both started talking at the same time.
"Go ahead," I said.
"No, you first."
"Well, I was just wondering where we go from here?"
"What do you want?" he said. "All obstacles off the table, what's your
ideal path forward?"
"I never thought about it," I said. "You laid the trap for me. What
did you think would happen if we did this? What do you want?"
I turned onto my side to face him and my hand instinctively reached to
grasp his cock. I alternated between casually stroking it and
absentmindedly massaging his balls.
"I want to be able to stick my big black cock between your sissy lips
and in your sexy white ass as often as possible. I thought we might be
able to make this a regular thing. I mean, I doubt we'll ever have the
ability to spend the whole day in bed like this again, but I sure would
like to try it on the DL! I'll settle for whatever we can make happen."
"Before today this was all just a fantasy for me," I said. "Now that
I've tasted this world--both figuratively and literally (I gave his cock
a hard squeeze)--I can only imagine I'll want more. But I'm still
married--and so are you to that point. Can this be a regular thing?"
"If I want your ass and mouth and you want my cock we'll make something
work," Martin said. "When I say regular I don't mean 'let's set up a
fuck-your-ass-Friday' or anything. I mean when the mood takes us, let's
work out getting together and satisfying our respective needs. I'll
take care of the location--we can always just do it here. I'll also
supply all the lingerie, heels, toys, and other supplies. I'll even
keep my promise to get you some titties." As he said that last part he
tweaked and twisted my right nipple, causing me to emit a low moan.
At the sound of my moan his cock jumped in my hand.
"Hmmmm," I said. "Does my little sissy moan turn you on?" I moaned
several more times, teasing him as I stroked his rising cock. "Should I
take care of this before I go?"
"Lick my dick bitch," he said with a wide grin.
I sucked his cock one more time, kneeling between his legs and playing
with his balls and ass as I worked. I was surprised after his stamina
all day that he came after just fifteen minutes. I had two fingers
jammed up his ass and his cock deep down my throat when he clutched my
head and held me still as he blew his fifth load of the day. It didn't
feel like a lot of spunk, but feeling his cock swell and spasm in my
throat again was intense.
My cock was half-hard and still dripping. I was suddenly struck by an
idea from a Bailey Jay video scene I'd watched on Tumblr a while back.
I stroked my cock a few times as my left hand played with my nipples
through the pink satin. My nipples stood up, enjoying the attention,
and my cock grew hard quickly.
I kneeled between his legs as I felt my orgasm approaching. I aimed my
cock at his and let my cum fly. I only had two or three good spurts and
the rest dribbled out as I squeezed and stroked my cock, my white cum in
stark contrast against his black cock.
I lowered my face back to his cock and without using my hands licked and
slurped my load from his cock. Some of it had run down the sides and I
eagerly chased every last drop-- nuzzling, licking, sucking and
slurping--over, under and all around his cock.
I took his half-hard length back into my mouth and down my throat one
last time before I crawled from between his legs. He followed me out of
the bed.
"Damn, Stacey. That was some sexy shit!" he said. "What a turn-on!"
"Thanks," I said. I untied the halter strap and slipped the babydoll
nightie down my legs before stepping out of it. "I'll be sorry to have
to leave this sexy lingerie behind." I held it up.
It was a rumpled cum-stained mess. The panties, despite being
crotchless, were an even bigger mess--stained with my pre-cum, my cum,
his cum, lube, and my ass-juices. "I'm even more sorry that this sexy
and inspiring lingerie is totally fucking ruined."
"Not a problem, babe," he said quickly. "I'll have it professionally
cleaned. I'm proud of the mess we made of that shit." He smiled. "Oh,
and here." He slipped his own pink panties down his legs and tossed
them to me. "Put those on. It'll make me so horny knowing you're
wearing them home."
I looked them over; they were only slightly stained. I bent over and
stepped into them. As I straightened up he grabbed a handful of my ass
and squeezed it first before slapping it playfully.
"You keep bending over like that and this session isn't ever going to
end," Martin said. I bent over again and backed my ass up, rubbing
against his cock. His member was warm between my ass cheeks.
"Always leave your audience wanting more," I said, quoting Martin from
earlier. He slapped my ass again, harder this time, making me jump.
I went to the bathroom and retrieved my boring boy-clothes. With a
wistful sigh I pulled my y-fronts on over the pink crotchless panties.
I pulled on my shorts and threw my t-shirt on. When I emerged Martin
was just pulling on a shirt over a fresh pair of athletic shorts as
well.
"Sorry for the mess," I said. "With Josie's shit gone you'll have room
to re-organize and spread out your stuff."
"Yep. I'll get back in here when I finish with the books in the den."
The absence of wearing panties and lingerie made me feel awkward about
talking to my best friend like what had just happened hadn't happened.
Could I get past this?
"Later, Martin," I said as I headed for home.
"See ya!"
I felt the twinge in my ass with every step as I made my way home. My
wife was waiting with an early dinner and a lot of useless banter about
how things had went, how Martin was "handling it," etc.
"You'll have to be a better friend to him now," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you'll need to spend more time over there doing guy things; you
know, keep his mind off of it. Emotional support."
"We'll see."
That night I somehow still found the urge to masturbate. I went into
the bathroom and locked the door, dropping my shorts and underwear
immediately. I was still wearing the panties Martin had me put on
before I left--the same pink ones he had worn that day--and just the
sight of them made my cock start to stiffen.
As I stroked my cock, I tallied up the results of today. I had sucked
Martin's cock four separate times, resulting in swallowing three loads
of his cum. He had fucked me twice in almost every position imaginable
and cum in my ass both times. I had also swallowed my own load three
times--the one Martin snowballed me with, the one he had had me shoot
into my own mouth while his cock was buried deep in my ass, and the one
I licked from his cock.
I had gone from a bi-curious t-virgin to a cocksucking sissy slut for
big black cock in a single afternoon. I had taken eight loads of cum--
two in my ass and swallowed six more.
My cock was rock hard now, just rehashing the day's events in my mind.
I opened my tablet and went straight to the Tumblr app. I searched my
messages for the saved conversation with L!ckMyD!ckB!itch and went
directly to his page.
I immediately knew that Martin had done no more packing, because the
photos and videos had been edited to protect my identity and he had
posted dozens of pictures of me in various positions--in each his cock
in my ass or mouth--as well as those where I displayed my mouth full of
cum before swallowing his load.
The pictures already had hundreds of likes and reblogs. I reblogged
them all to Stacey's account, adding a brief description of my
recollection of the events pictured. Then I saw the video. Oh the
video.
The video had nearly a thousand notes. Watching my oral deflowering
third-person was a surreal experience. I was extremely turned on and a
little ashamed all at the same time. What a wanton slut I appeared to
be!
I heard my only dialog clearly: "Shoot it in my mouth. I want to taste
it before I swallow it."
As he came in my mouth on the screen I came for the fourth time that
day. I shot my load into my hand. Almost every time before I had
chickened out and wiped it off. This time I was a good sissy
cocksucker.
I slurped my load into my mouth and swirled it around. The video
continued with Martin's voice: "Let me see. Show the camera." I opened
my mouth just as I was doing in the video. "Now swallow it like a good
cocksucker." I swallowed. My ninth load for the day.
"Mmmmmm," I said aloud in unison with myself in the video.
As I crawled into bed my wife was already turned away from my side.
"I think you're right, honey," I told her.
"I usually am," she replied in a sleepy voice. "What am I right about
this time?"
"That I need to spend more quality time with Martin. You know, the
emotional support you mentioned."
"That's nice, dear. I'm sure he'll find some manly way to show you his
appreciation." My ass twitched at the thought.
"I'm sure," I said.
It had just become our regular thing.
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