Girl Next Door Ch. 01

With one hand, she began to stroke me into her mouth. Her lips encased the head of my cock, sucked, went deeper, licked, slid up, again sucked the head. My knees felt weak.

She took me out of her mouth and asked, "You're not an early spender, are you?"

I gulped. "N... no."

Then she slurped me to my root. Desperately trying to live up to my words, I noticed my surroundings for the first time. Mirrors were on every wall. I could see Maddy's mom's head bobbing up and down on me from every possible angle by glancing about the room and examining our reflection. I looked up. A gigantic mirror hung over the bed on the ceiling. I could see me staring up at it, the rhythmic motion of Mrs. Tasker's head, and the swell of her bottom as she leaned down towards me. It looked like something out of a porn video, only starring me in the role of John Holmes.

Who were these people?

At the moment, I didn't care. They could be swingers, nymphos, or sexual deviants. Maddy's mom could hand-cuff me, whip me, gag me. She was everything a man could want. Well, everything a man could want except Maddy.

This turned my thoughts to her. Would Maddy hold this against me? I remembered her phone call from the night before. Her words: "This is just the beginning."

No, she wouldn't hold it against me. A part of me understood she WANTED me to do her mom. Or so I told myself, so I could keep feeling her mother's mouth on my cock.

I closed my eyes and felt how good Mrs. Tasker blew me. A hand cupped my balls, caressed them. Another stroked me with deft experience, fingers moving in tandem with her mouth. Her tongue twisted, licked, tickled me. It was incredible.

I must have gotten a little shaky because Mrs. Tasker said, "Why don't you have a seat before you fall down, sweetie?"

I did so. The entire room seemed to spin a little. Mrs. Tasker draped her arms over my shoulders. She moved behind me, started rubbing my chest. I felt her by my ear; her tongue flicked my lobe. I shivered. Her words were warm, breathy whispers.

"Would you like to taste me?"

My face felt flushed, my checks glowing hot and red. I nodded. Mrs. Tasker- I now realized that I seriously did not know her first name- pushed me back on the bed. She maneuvered over me, and before I understood what she was doing, she was sitting on my face. My tongue came out, lapped, licked, and I heard Maddy's mom respond above me with a gasping murmur. She bent over, and I felt her mouth on me again.

I was sixty-nineing her!

Yes, an adolescent response, certainly, what with the exclamation point and all. But at the time, the thought of giving mutual oral sex with any girl was preposterous. The girls at school talked a big game, but when it came to the business, they were as shy and awkward as anyone else. I didn't know that people did this kind of stuff outside of the movies. Yes, a naïve worldview, I know, but don't act like you knew everything at eighteen either. Even the experienced kids my age didn't know what they were doing half the time.

Mrs. Tasker seemed to be getting wetter and wetter, which I assumed meant she was enjoying herself. I was silently thankful that I was doing enough to keep her interested and make this last. I toyed with her clitoris with my hand, my fingers blindly twirling and flicking, hoping that something (anything!) I was doing was good stuff. My tongue continued to dart out and wet her labia and the area around her vagina, doing its best to insert itself inside whenever possible.

She tasted good, not like the few other girls I had tasted before. She was sweet, tangy, delicious.

"Ok, boy. Time to show you what fucking a real woman is like," Mrs. Tasker said, and she lifted away from my head. I heard something rip, and I peeled my eyes open long enough to see her pulling out a condom and then rolling it down the length of my erection. I was afraid to keep my eyes open too long. With Mrs. Tasker's stacked body: her large, voluptuous breasts, her toned stomach, her lean legs, I knew I didn't stand much of a chance at not "spending early" as she had put it.

When she took me in hand, climbed on top of me, and slowly lowered herself down the whole of my cock, my eyes clenched shut, and I gritted my teeth. The pleasure was amazing. She was so tight, it was electric. My body shivered with warm tingles. Slowly, slowly, she began to glide on me, our stomachs touching, our genitals grinding against each others.

"Look at you," she said, and I slid my eyes open. She was staring down at me with an amused smile and glittering green eyes. "I thought a boy like you could take this, but look at you. You about to die, aren't you?"

"Feels good," I breathed in response. Mrs. Tasker laughed. It was a wonderful sound, full-throated and sincere, not the self-restrained cackle of my own mother. I couldn't help but join in. I almost wished the boys at school could see me now: balls deep in one of the hottest women I had ever seen. They'd be eating their hearts out.

Still laughing, she increased the pace, moaned, and finally said, "Let's see just what you can take, pool boy."

And then she started fucking me real hard.

Our bodies met with wet smacks. I gasped for air every time she came down with a savage grunt. Her breasts bounced, out of control, and my mouth watered, wanting to kiss, lick, suck them. Her face held an expression of intense challenge; her eyes bore into mine. I focused on them, on the bright sparks of green fire that seemed to twinkle within them, and kept my mind off the unbearable pleasure that she slammed into me, time and time and time again.

You know that expression, "beaten with an ugly stick?" This was like being hit with a pleasure stick, and I was about to pass out from the beat-down.

I had on my hands on her hips, just above the curve of her bottom. Every time she crashed down on me, I could feel her round ass jiggle, and it was so hot that it brought tears to my eyes.

"Good boy, good boy," she repeated like a mantra as she devastated me with her sex. It was too much, the sight of her. Her hair bobbing at her shoulders, the breasts going up and down and up and down like twin nodding orbs, her tight toned abs shiny with sweat, it all added up to my inevitable end.

"I think I am going to cum," I managed between gnashed teeth.

"Me too," she responded and uttered a low, guttural moan as she bucked uncontrollably, my cock caught in the wild jostling tightness of her womanhood.

My entire body clenched and released.

I cried out something like: "GAAAAAH!"

I felt the tension in every muscle over the extent of my body peak and then explode and flood out the head of my erect penis, spurting and squirting and flowing out of me, leaving only gasping relief in its wake. My face was lathered with sweat. My thighs and abdomen ached, felt surprisingly sore.

I took me a moment before I heard the clapping. I had no idea how long it had gone on, how long I had lain there in a dizzy haze with Mrs. Tasker still on top of me, also heaving long breaths, our juices cooling and drying between us. I fluttered my eyes open and turned my head towards the sound.

Maddy stood in the doorway, a smile curling the ends of her lips, giving us dry applause. I couldn't help but notice that the button at the top of her shorts was undone, revealing a strip of pink underwear underneath. I worked my tongue in my dry throat, wanting to ask:

How long have you been watching us? Were you touching herself during?

At the thought of these questions, I felt my softening penis twitch within Mrs. Tasker. But I was too exhausted, my head too swirly, to make out the words. Instead, I just looked at her and wanted.

Maddy grinned and said, "Now that was hot."

And then she winked. She was right. It was only the beginning.