Ongoing Story/Wait until tomorrow to fuck her
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 35: Seducing the Neighbor
You decide to wait until tomorrow, when she's less busy and you don't have to figure a way to get rid of the movers. You head on inside, enjoying a full day of fucking your sisters and mother.
You wake up the next day with your mom sucking your already hard dick. You cut her off when you're about to cum. When she looks at you surprised, you lead her downstairs to the kitchen. Chrissy is already there. She smiles at you as she kneels down on the ground, about to fill her dog bowl with cereal. You stop her, and then take your mom's hand, putting it on your cock. She immediately begins jerking you off, and since you were already close, you cum almost immediately. You then point your dick at Chrissy's bowl, filling it with cum, after which you point it at your mother's bowl. You finish, then smile at the two girls. "Eat up," you say. Your mother hugs you, saying, "What a considerate son, making breakfast for his mother," then she kneels and begins lapping up the cum. Chrissy quickly follows suit.
You sit at the table to the meal already put out for you (you've taught your family to always make a breakfast for you as soon as they wake up, so you never have to wait), and eat it.
"Oh, by the way, bro," Chrissy says. "You know that neighbor you mentioned, with the great tits? When I went to get the newspaper, she was out there washing her car. Now would be a good time to go fuck her."
"Good idea, sis," you say. "Go get me my pair of gym shorts, would you?" "Ooh, the gym shorts, you're really in the mood to show off, aren't you?" "You bet,' you say.
Chrissy goes up and gets the shorts. You slip them on, pulling them over your softening cock (although it takes significant effort to keep soft with your mom and sisters' two cunts raised in the air and begging for attention). They hang just below your knee, and are just high enough that the head of your dick is just barely visible. You don't bother with underwear, and the vulgar outline of your thick tool is blatantly obvious beneath the loose fabric.
You go out the door and see the woman scrubbing away at an old, classic car. She's wearing shorts, and a T-shirt that's soaking wet, with evidently no bra beneath. Her back is turned to you as you walk over.
"Hello there," you say as you reach her driveway. "I'm Tom, I live next door. What's your name?" "Oh, a neighbor. I'm Paige," she says. She stands up and turns around. As she does, her eyes go wide with shock, and her breath catches. She starts breathing again as her eyes run up and down your body, taking their time at the large bulge in your pants.
"Paige, huh. So, what brings you to this town, huh?" "Oh, um... uh... my husband... um... dammit, what's his name... Mike! Yeah, Mike and I got married a month ago, and we decided to move out of our apartment." "Really? Well, nice to have you around. Well, I'll be going now," you say as you turn around. "Wait!" she says, and you turn back. "Um, I mean... would you like to come in?" "Oh, certainly," you say.
You both go inside. You sit down in the living room, and Paige sits right next to you. "So, um... tell me about yourself," she asks.
"Well, I go to school over at Blair..." you start. "Blair?" she says with shock. "Isn't that the nearby high school?" "Yeah, I'm a junior there," you say. "Oh!" she says. "What, is there something wrong?" "No, just... I thought you were older, is all..."
"Paige, get up and get me a soda," you say, purposely not making it a question. She does, but as she walks to the kitchen you get up and move behind her. Without warning, you turn her around and passionately kiss her, your powerful body pressed against hers as you probe her hot mouth with your tongue.
"No, we can't. I told you, I'm a newlywed. I love my husband," she says, pushing you away. You know she doesn't mean it. "Paige, you know you want me. You've been checking me out since you first looked at me. I know you've been checking out my cock." "Well, I could hardly help it, it looks like it's practically falling out of your shorts," she says, slightly angrily. You just smile. "Look, I'll make you a deal. I won't touch you. All you have to do is look at me. If you don't like what you see, just say the word and I'll go." "Well... all right," she responds.
She sits down on the couch, determined to stay strong even though you know she wants you. You stand in front of her, then slowly pull down your shorts. As your cock comes into view, her eyes grow wide. You can practically hear her comparing it in her mind to her husband's, which is bound to be much smaller. As it comes fully into view, she murmurs the word "incredible."
"So, Paige, do you still want me to go?" you ask. She struggles with herself for a moment, wanting to remain faithful to her husband, but she crumbles, and squeaks out the words, "no, stay. I... I need you here."
"What's that?" you ask. "What do you need?"
"I... I need you," she says, louder this time. "I need your penis. I need you to fuck me."
She gets off the couch, moving forward. She takes you in her hand, wrapping her fingers around your hardening girth. It takes a minute before you're fully hard, at which point she becomes even more awed.
"Now, Paige, why do you need my cock? What's wrong with your husband's?" you ask. "Oh, don't make me say it," she begs. "If you want my cock, you have to tell me," you say.
"Because he's not good enough for me. I need a real man. I need you."
"Ok then. But if you want it, you'll have to earn it," you say.
What do you do now?
