This story is from a few years ago (about 20, to be precise), my girlfriend at the time Vix and I had recently brought our first house together. We were college sweethearts, both now graduated, me with a Sports Science degree (not much use in the real world), and Vix was now a PE teacher. We were both keen sports people, and our weekends were generally spent playing various team sports.
Vix was in good shape, slim with shapely hips, a taught waist, b cup boobs with cute nipples that begged to be played with and broad shoulders, that gave an hourglass figure. She had a pretty face, dimples, a cute (if innocent looking) smile, and dark naturally wavy hair.
We had been in our fairly modern 2 bed end terrace house for about 3 months, it was the summer holidays for her. I often got jealous of her at this time of year, and considered doing my PGCE, but I remembered that I don't have the patience to work with kids.
Anyway, as young lovers, with the freedom of our own place, we had been enjoying the privacy of not living with parents around. She was not the most adventurous sexually, but we had a healthy sex life.
On the morning in question, I was getting out of bed, ahead of getting myself ready for a day at work, whilst Vix pottered around doing bits to our new house. It was a warm morning and Vix had slept in a particularly short satin camisole which flared at her waist.
I had showered and had breakfast when I returned to the bedroom to get dressed for work. As it was a warm morning, Vix had kicked the sheets off and was just stirring from her slumber. As she laid there in bed, with her nightwear barely covering her pussy, with one leg pointing straight down the bed and the other knee pulled up and out to the side at a right angle to her body. She was a sight to behold, a sight that got my blood pumping, but I had to get to work.
She looked at me and smiled a mischievous smile through her sleepy eyes. I stopped dressing momentarily and said, "you look good enough to eat", a wicked smile spread across her lips as she replied, "well, why don't you then?", bringing her other knee up and letting it fall to the side.
"I can't, I really have to get going...."
"Too bad" she replied, "I could do with your tongue...."
Who was I to resist, I could make up time on the drive to work. So I crawled onto the bed, between her splayed legs and planted soft, gentle kisses up her inner thigh. First up the left, until just short of her delicious pussy, then up her right thigh. As I reached the top of her right thigh, she was breathing more heavily and I could see and smell her arousal. I slowly and deliberately dragged my flattened tongue up though the folds of her pussy, savouring the taste, before my lips sealed around her clitorus and the tip of my tongue flicked energetically over her love button. She placed her left hand on the back of my head, so I didn't escape, and gently, yet purposefully, ground her hips against my face. Alternating my attention between her clitorus and her pussy, which by now had coated my chin in juices, she became more aggressive as her orgasm neared and her breathing became more rapid.
I glanced at the watch on my left wrist. I had to leave, if the traffic was good I could still make it just in time.
I apologised and assured her that we would finish what we had started when I got home. Disappointedly, she agreed and off I went.
I jumped in the car and pulled out of the driveway. As I made my way along our road I noticed it was bin day. So I tapped a quick message to say could you put the bins out, and see you later.
Moments later, as I made my way to work, the message pinged up on her phone, she read it and rolled her eyes. Not only did he have to get me all worked up and leave me feeling horny, and now I had to put the bins out.
Being a warm morning she got up, opened the bedroom window, threw on a short, silk dressing gown and tied up the belt as she walked down the stairs, her head still a bit of a blur. Vix opened the front door, admired the morning sun and walked around the side of the house to retrieve the bin from behind the gate. As she reached the bin the garden gate swung shut in a light gust of wind, which also caused her dressing gown to float up. The warm morning air felt good on her exposed, moist pussy. She smiled to herself, turned and dragged the bin to the garden gate, opened it and pulled the bin down to the end of our short driveway.
Our next door neighbour had had the same thought and was rushing to get his bin out before the dustmen came. He was a bit older than us, probably mid thirties, in good shape, with a stocky build, thick dark hair, handsome, a deep tan, mediteranean I would have guessed. A charming man with an easy smile.
We had only ever exchanged pleasantries over the fence, he was always friendly and polite. He lived alone, but I figured he didn't struggle when it came to female company. He worked from home mostly, so was around a lot of the time.
Spotting Vix he called out, "lovely morning!", Vix spun round, immediately embarrassed by her revealing attire, and mentally cursing me for not putting the bin out myself. "Oh, hi there Marc, looking like a good day, are you up to much?"
"Not really, got the day off and a few friends coming around later for a few drinks and chilling in the sun. If your not doing anything, pop over and join us, they should be here about noon."
Marc didn't wait for a response, he just turned and headed back into his house, confident that the seed had been planted.
Vix considered the offer for a moment, trying to convince herself, it's just a harmless drink, but knowing deep down that she fancied him. He was tall, dark, handsome and well built after all. She turned and headed back to our house, with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
She reached out to push the front door open, but it didn't move. She realised that the gust of wind that blew her dressing gown up, had blown the front door shut.
It dawned on her that her keys were inside, as was her phone, she couldn't call me to come back and let her in.
After a moment of blind panic, Vix composed herself and weighed up her options. No way of getting ahold of me, front and back doors both locked, ground floor windows all shut. The only open window was the one into the main bedroom, but alas there was no way of getting up to it.
It was that moment Vix realised that getting into the house was not feasible, so she was going to have to knock on Marc's door, explain the situation and ask if she could hang out at his until I got home. She didn't want to impose, but what option did she have, the fact that he was a latino love god made the prospect more appealing.
Vix checked her hair as best she could in the reflection of a downstairs window, drew the belt of her silk dressing gown tight, pushed he perky breasts up, noticing that her nipples were erect and smiled to herself before walking around to Marc's front door. "God, I hope none of our other neighbours see me like this." She said to herself as she knocked on Marc's front door.
The wait seemed like an eternity, but she could see through the frosted glass panel of the door that he was on his way. Relief swept over her.
"What do we have here?" he said with a confident smirk, as he stood infront of her wearing a tight fitting white tank top and short, loose white running shorts, both of which accentuated his athletic physique and olive skin. Vix explained her situation and asked if she could chill at his until I got home.
"A real life damsel in distress!" He quipped with a shit eating grin. He stepped aside and welcomed Vix into his home. Vix was immediately stuck by how nicely decorated his home was. Clean, tidy with expensive furniture.
The layout of our homes was virtually identical, but it felt like a different world. Whilst we furnished and decorated our house on a shoestring budget, with kind hand-me-downs from friends and parents, Marc clearly had more disposable income available than we did.
"So, can I get you anything to drink?", Marc enquired.
"A glass of water would be great, thank you." Vix replied, adding "I am so grateful for this, I promise I won't be in your way. How can I ever thank you for this?".
Marc smirked again, and said "I think I have an idea on that front."
Vix was both confused and aroused by that comment, but being the good house guest, she didn't push for details.
Marc handed Vix a glass of chilled mineral water, and signaled to her to take a seat on the cream coloured leather L shaped sofa in his lounge. Vix sat down, but the sofa was lower than she had expected and as she sat back she overbalanced and clumsily tipped her glass of water over her chest.
"Ohh my god, I am so sorry." Vix exclaimed. Sensing an opportunity, Marc sprung out of his seat, grabbed a nearby napkin, sat next to Vix and gently patted the napkin on her chest to soak up some of the water. He was focused intently on his task and was being very thorough. Vix had picked up on this, and was enjoying the seemingly innocent touching of her breasts, under the guise of helping her dry off. His touch felt good to her, she was still aroused and frustrated by not getting to orgasm earlier and here she was, scantily clad, with no underwear, in her sexy neighbours house as he patted her breast dry under the pretense of helping her. Instinctively she pushed her chest out and offered no resistance as the patting of her chest was taking far longer than was necessary. She was enjoying the attention and didn't want it to stop.
"I haven't got anything else to wear." Vix sighed.
"Let's go upstairs and see if I can find anything for you to throw on." Marc replied. They both stood up and made their way out of the lounge and through the hall to the stairs. "Ladies first." Marc insisted.
"A gentleman too!" Vix replied.
"Well, outside of the bedroom at least..." Marc retorted.
Vix started walking up the stairs and immediately realised why Marc was being so chivalrous. Her short dressing gown and camisole were affording him a great view as they climbed the stairs.
He has been so kind, Vix thought to herself, I'll give him a treat. She swayed her hips more than she would normally, and leant slightly forwards as she walked up the stairs, showing off her smooth toned legs. Little did she realise that Marc was getting to see a whole lot more. The lower half of her butt was clearly displayed, as were her moist pussy lips as her hips swayed up the stairs.
Licking his lips and adjusting his growing bulge, Marc thought to himself, this is going better than I could have imagined.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Vix's accentuated gait caused her to stumbled the top step. Instinctively Marc reached out and grabbed to stop her from falling, and pulled her back against his body. Immediately Vix could feel his engorged bulge nestle between her cheeks as he steadied her against his firm, muscular frame. Surely that isn't what I think it is, she thought to herself. Instinctively she gave her hips a very gentle wiggle, which confirmed her suspicions, she thought she could feel it growing, despite it already being larger than anything she had experienced before. They stood there for a moment, with his arms wrapped around her, one just above her hips, the other just below her chest. His arm moved up and squeezed her breasts as he pushed his hips forward against her butt. "We should get you out of these clothes" he said. Vix turned to face Marc and replied, "Indeed we should" with a cheeky smile.
He pulled her towards him and lifted her up in his embrace. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him, her bare pussy only separated from his swollen cock by the thin material of his running shorts.
He carried he around the corner into his bedroom. Again she was impressed with the decor and cleanliness.
Marc set Vix down by the foot of the bed, still facing him, with her back to the bed, she could feel the duvet covered bed frame behind her knees. Marc leant in and they kissed passionately as their hands fevourishly explored each others bodies. There was an animalistic lust between them, Vix hadn't felt this turned on for a long time. She wanted him bad.
Vix slid her hands up underneath his cotton vest top, feeling his chiseled abs, he certainly looked after himself. Whatever he is paying for his gym membership is money well spent, Vix thought to herself. She eased his top up, revealing his bronzed adonis body. They momentarily paused their kiss, as he helped ease the top over his head and he then casually discarded his top on the floor as they resumed their passionate kiss. Vix's hand snaked down his defined back and both hands took a firm hold of his buttocks and she pulled him tight against her, feeling his impressively large and hard tool press against her stomach. She couldn't believe how big it was, she estimated about 9 inches, but the girth was the most impressive element. Any trepidation about being able to accommodate his prodigious size was soon overrun by her desire to experience it.
Vix disengaged her mouth from his and said, "you feel huge down there, I have to see it..."
"Be my guest." He cockily replied.
Vix sat back onto the foot of the bed, hooked the fingers of both hands into the waist band of his running shorts and started to lower them. She could only pull them down a short distance as they caught on his meaty erection. Her right hand pulled the waist band of his shorts away from his body and her left hand reached into his shorts and grabbed his throbbing cock.
Her eyes widened as she realised that her fingers didn't reach around his impressive girth, as she lifted his heavy cock out of his shorts and let them drop to the floor pooling around his ankles.
She was sat on the foot of the bed with his cock right infront of her face and impulsively licked her lips. His scent was intoxicating to her. Without hesitation she leaned forward and engulfed the head of his cock in her warm mouth. Stretching her lips as much as she could to accommodate his size. Pumping his shaft with her right hand and lightly grazing her nails over his nutsack as she slurped hungrily on his bulbous helmet. He was leaking precum, and she ran her tongue along the slit of his helmet, savouring the sweet taste of his precum.
Vix didn't know what had come over her, she never felt animal passion like she did in that moment.
Marc reached down and loosened the belt of her dressing gown and slid it off her shoulders before lifting her camisole up and over her head. She temporarily removed her mouth from his cock to allow him to remove her final stitch of clothing. She then leant forward again and ran her tongue slowly up each side of his shaft, and then the underside, finishing at the sensitive underside of his helmet.
"I need you in me now." She pleaded.
"Ask nicely slut." He replied, whilst placing a firm hand on the top of her head to hold her in place as he slapped his meaty erection against her cheeks, leaving traces of precum and her spit on her reddening cheeks.
"Please daddy, I need to feel your huge cock stretch out my pussy."
Marc moved forward, and Vix slid her self back on the clean crisp duvet of the immaculately made bed. Marc kneeled down between her legs, his large cock sticking out obscenely towards her.
"Should I put something on?"
"Just fuck me already" Vix replied, knowing that they should use protection, but she couldn't wait to get his cock inside her tight pussy.
Marc lined up the head of his cock with the entrance of her soaking wet pussy and he gently moved his hips forward so just the head of his cock rested in her pussy.
Vix gasped at the size of the intrusion, already stretching her more than anyone had stretched her before.
"Go slow" she pleaded. Marc allowed her a moment to adjust to his girth before slowly pushing in a few more inches. Her pussy felt incredible, so warm, wet and tight. He withdrew slightly, then pushed forward again. This time he had about 7 inches embedded in her. Vix could feel the ridge of his helmet brushing against her g spot causing her to have a series of small orgasms, increasing her natural lubrication.
Sensing her relax slightly, Marc pushed the final 2 inches into her pussy, so his sizeable, hairless balls were resting against her butt. No one had ever been this deep in her, or stretched her as much as Marc was doing and she loved every moment of it. It felt incredible for Vix, she never wanted it to end.
Marc started to build up a rhythm, sliding his full length in and out of Vix's soaking pussy. Her orgasms were merging into one, as Marc expertly thrust deep into her pussy, the top of his shaft working against her clitorus and the ridge of his helmet stimulating her g spot. She had never known pleasure like this. In that moment she would do anything to have him, she was his for the taking.
Marc kept up a relentless pace, the essence of Vix's enjoyment was flowing over Marc's cock and balls, her arse and dampening the Egyptian cotton duvet cover. Vix had never been this wet before, Marc was the full package, handsome, ripped, hung and with good stamina and he had what seemed like a telepathic understanding of what she needed. The reality was he was well experienced and he was drawing on that experience to give Vix exactly what she craved.
Much to Vix's disappointment, Marc withdrew, grabbed Vix's hips lifted her slightly and flipped her over like she weighed nothing. Vix's eyes widened, she had never been manhandled like this before, and she found it very exciting. Marc had unlocked a new kink in Vix's mind, she now realised that she craved a dominant male who would make her his dirty plaything. His to use as he pleased.
Once Vix was on all fours, with her arse raised and presented to him, Marc thrust his giant cock straight back into her pussy in one forceful thrust, balls deep straight away. This triggered another orgasm for Vix. Moisture was now freely flowing down her legs. Her breathing was laboured and a light sheen of sweat was forming over her body.
Growing accustomed to Marc's size, she now found herself pushing back to meet his thrusts, eager for him to explore her, until now, untouched depths. The feeling was incredible, she couldn't muster a coherent sentence, just a series of grunts and groans escaped her lips encouraging Marc to continue his assault.
The tightness of her pussy, which was spasming with regular orgasms was finally catching up with Marc as he felt that familiar churning in his balls. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, the had be going at it like animals in heat for nearly 25 minutes.
"I am going to cum deep in your pussy" Marc growled in a low voice.
"I'm not on the pill" Vix replied.
"Should I stop then?"
Vix, still humping back against him, knew she should say yes, but her mouth betrayed her, "Don't you fucking dare, I want to feel you cum inside me...."
Marc smiled to himself, he had her at his mercy now.
He grabbed her hips and pumped harder than before until he reach the point of no return and unleashed a torrent of hot sticky sperm deeper in her pussy than anyone had done previously. Spurt after spurt coating the deepest recesses of her pussy. Tgis triggered yet another orgasm for Vix, the strongest yet. Marc held himself deep within her, with his hands on her shoulders pulling her back onto his cock, not letting any of his semen escape.
Vix was bathing in the warm after glow of the best sex of her life. Marc gradually withdrew his softening cock from her well used pussy. There was a noticeable plop as his helmet slipped from her pussy and their combined juices were flowing freely down the back of her thighs. God, how much did he cum inside me she thought as she rolled onto her back.
Straddling her torso, with his knees either side of Vix he shuffled up her body and instructed her to clean their juices from his cock. Despite softening, his cock was still impressive and Vix took it in her mouth and sucked and licked him clean. As she finished, she pulled his cock from her mouth and said, "we taste good together". They chuckled as Marc lay down beside her to catch his breath....
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