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 TITLE: Next-Door Neighbor

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: MF, First Time, Drug, Cheating

   SUMMARY: It was Billy's birthday and he got to spend it with his fantasy
woman, his next-door neighbor.  Sometimes you actually get your birthday
wish.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   "Hey Billy." My neighbor was calling my name from across the hedge.  Her
voice sounded so crisp and clear, just like the morning air.  I loved to
hear her call my name.  It was a June Friday morning, I was finally done
with high school and was planning on doing nothing all summer until I
started college in the Fall.

   "Hi Mrs.  C," I called back.  Hannah Clark, or Mrs.  C as I called her,
was my next-door neighbor.  She was petite, only about five feet high, but
well proportioned.  I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever
seen even if she was in her late 20's.  I had the good fortune to see her
once soaking wet.  She got caught out walking when a sudden downpour hit. I
was helping my mom out by pulling some weeds right by the edge of our
property near her front porch when I stood up to go inside because of the
rain.  That's when I saw her come running up her walkway.  I swear her tits
barely bounced and I could see them through her white soaked blouse.  The
ring around her nipples was dark and the nipples themselves poked out long
and hard.

   It was only a quick look but I do have pretty good vision.  Even so I
may have imagined some of it, but what I wouldn't give to find out for
sure. Ever since then she has been my fantasy when I take care of myself,
generally on a daily basis.  The one catch in my fantasy is that she is
married and must be happily so as she is newly pregnant.  I just found out
last week from my mom.

   "Happy birthday," she called out.

   "Thanks Mrs.  C," I replied.

   "So Billy, now that you're a man and all, what are you going to do for
your 18th birthday?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Nothing planned," I told her.

   "Have you had breakfast yet this morning?" Mrs.  C asked me.

   "Not yet.  I slept in and my parents already left for work so I missed
breakfast," I explained.  "But I thought I would fix myself a bowl of
cereal or something."

   Mrs.  C.  sternly chided me.  "I won't hear of it.  You come over here
right now and I'll fix you up a breakfast worthy of a real man, seeing that
you're now 18."

   It only took me an instant to be there and I followed her into her
house. As we walked into the kitchen I asked, "How's Mr.  C?"

   "Oh fine, I guess." She had that disappointing tone to her voice.  "My
husband has been really busy lately so we don't spend as much time
together." There was something more to it than that.  I could tell from the
way she answered my question and the sound in her voice.  But I wasn't
going to pry, too much.

   "Where is Mr.  C?" I wondered out loud, looking around.

   "He had to go out of town for the weekend again," she explained.  "He'll
be back Tuesday."

   Hearing that actually made me a little excited, knowing that I was here
with Mrs.  C all alone in her house.  "How's the baby, I mean how are you
doing, I mean with the baby?" Stupid, I'm so stupid.  I'm trying to sound
grown up and I sound so juvenile.

   She laughed.  "I'm doing just fine Billy, and so is the baby.  You know
I'm not even three months pregnant, yet my body has been changing, more
than just the growing baby.  Well I shouldn't really be talking about it.
How do you like your eggs?"

   "Over easy," I answered "...and what do you mean you shouldn't be
talking about it.  You can't tell a person part of a story and then leave
them hanging.  It's ...  well it's rude.  So see, you have to tell me. 
What's changing?"

   "You'll laugh at me," she said.

   "I promise I won't laugh, honest."

   "Swear to me you won't tell a soul," she demanded.

   I was really intrigued now.  "I swear on my death that whatever you tell
me today goes nowhere else," I promised.  "In fact I won't ever tell anyone
that I was even over here today.  I'm not here.  Today is your free day. 
Anything you say or do today never happened.  Is that good enough for you
Mrs.  C.?"

   "OK, OK, don't overdo it.  Yes, that's good enough," she conceded.  "In
fact that's quite perfect.  But first you need to eat your breakfast, eggs
over easy, bacon, link sausage, and my own special breakfast drink I am
going to make especially for you on your 18th birthday."

   "Wow thanks Mrs.  C.  What's in the drink?" I asked as she ran down the
hall for a minute.

   "Oh a mixture of juices and some secret ingredients just for you," she
yelled as she hurried back into the kitchen.

   A minute later she had the drink all ready.  "Secret?  Like what?" I
asked as I took a taste.  It was pretty good.

   "Well if I told you then it wouldn't be a secret would it?" she replied.

   "Come on Mrs.  C., tell me, please?" I begged.

   "Maybe later," she conceded.  "But now you wanted to hear how I've
changed.  Alright here goes." Her voice got lower and she looked about the
room as if she was afraid someone would hear her.  "I'm not sure what it is
exactly but now that I'm pregnant, I'm more, well I mean I want, I need, I
...  Oh shit, oh forgive my language.  OK, I'm just going to say it.  I'm
horny as hell.  There, I said it.  It's out there.  I can't call it back.
Remember your promised.  You won't tell anyone."

   I about choked on my breakfast when she said horny.  "Do you mean ...?"

   "Yes I do, I want sex, and I want it more now than ever before," she
explained.  "I simply need sex."

   Pretending to put on my council hat I said the obvious, "Well it's a
good thing you have Mr.  C.  so he can help you with that."

   "That's just it, I haven't had sex in about two months.  Ever since we
found out I was pregnant Robert hasn't touched me.  He says he doesn't want
to hurt the baby.  Well I've done enough reading to know that there isn't
anything he could do to hurt this baby, not in bed anyway and certainly not
this early in the pregnancy.  But he won't listen."

   God was I going to have a lot of new material for my daily fantasy
sessions now.  Here my next-door neighbor was hotter than hell and hornier
than all get-out.  I wondered what was next.  "So what are you going to
do?"

   "First I am going to have you finish your drink.  I made that special
for you.  So down with it, every last drop.  That's it.  Good.  Now I'm
going to clean up the kitchen and you're going to help me.  After that we
can talk some more and that's as far ahead as I'm going to go right now."

   So that's what we did.  She took her time with the dishes too.  We must
have spent over half an hour with them.  We had to wash them all by hand,
one by one, and then rinse and dry them before putting them all away.  We
had to pause and talk about things between every dish and utensil.  It was
almost as if she was going slow deliberately.  But the time did pass
quickly, talking while we worked.  We talked about anything and everything,
nonsense stuff mostly.  I found out she was 28 and Mr.  C.  was 52.  I knew
he was older but not that much older.  No wonder he wouldn't touch her.  He
probably didn't have the energy.

   But just being with her was exciting for me.  In fact I kind of noticed
a bulge growing in my pants as we finished up the last of the dishes and
moved to the living room.  I tried to hide it but it just kept growing. 
Then Mrs.  C leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for
helping her with the dishes.  It wouldn't have been too bad I'm sure, but
she put her hand on my thigh and I swear her thumb nicked my growing penis.
That's when I knew I was done for.  My shaft went stiff and I had to reach
down and adjust myself before I broke something.

   "Oh my, is that because of me?" she asked.  I turned red.  "Has that
ever happened before?"

   "Yes and yes," I confessed.  "So tell me Mrs.  C, does that promise I
made work both ways?  I mean I don't talk about today and neither do you?"

   "That's fair.  Today never happened then," she agreed.  "So talk to me
about this Billy.  Why are you so ...stiff?"

   "It's because of you Mrs.  C," I told her.  "I think about you a lot,
you're so beautiful and all.  Then I go to my room and take care of it, if
you know what I mean."

   "Oh I know exactly what you mean," she replied.  "With my husband not
touching me, the only way I get any pleasure at all is by masturbating."

   I couldn't believe I was having this talk with my neighbor.  "Mrs.  C?"

   "Women have needs too Billy and we use the same methods that men do to
meet those needs."

   "Wow, I never realized," I confessed.

   "Well if you could have one wish right now Billy, what would it be?  And
you can tell me anything.  After what we have just been talking about,
everything is on the table.  So tell me, any wish, you can say it because
this day never happened.  Your wish will be our secret forever."

   "What if it's about you and it makes you mad?" I asked.

   "It's just a wish Billy, so nothing is going to make me mad," she
assured me.  "You can say anything at all and I'll be fine, I promise. 
Pretend you get one wish.  What is it?  What is the one thing you want the
most at this very moment?  And don't tell me something just because you are
afraid of what I might think.  Don't waste your wish Billy.  You only get
one.  Make it a good one.  Anything at all."

   "Honest?  One wish?  Well here goes nothing, and it is probably obvious
to you now ...  I want to make love to you Mrs.  C., more than anything in
the whole world."

   "Wow Billy.  You really went for it didn't you?" she said.

   "I'm so sorry Mrs.  C.  for saying that," I interjected.  "I knew I
should have kept my mouth shut."

   "Absolutely not Billy.  I'm glad you were totally honest with me. 
That's why I like you so much.  You always tell me the truth.  Have you
ever been with a woman before, a girl, I really mean have you ever had sex
before?" she asked.

   Should I tell her the truth like she thinks I always do or pretend I'm
experienced.  I opted for the truth.  "No, never.  I'm a virgin," as I
looked down in shame.  Most guys my age have already had sex lots of times.
Here I was with a beautiful woman and I had to admit I had never had sex.

   "Well you know we couldn't do that.  It wouldn't be right, me being
married and all.  But maybe we can help each other out a bit.  You
obviously need to get off," she said, pointing to my erection, "and I might
be willing to help you there.  It would be some release for me just to do
that and it wouldn't be like we were having sex or anything.  Once you
climax you'll go limp and we can get on with our day, your birthday."

   I couldn't believe my ears, what she was offering me.  I wondered if she
was willing to do this, then how much more.  "But what if I need it again,
soon, today I mean, while I'm still here with you?"

   "How quick do you recover Billy?" she asked me.

   I thought about it and didn't really know.  I recalled masturbating once
about an hour after already doing it.  "Maybe an hour."

   "That's a long time," she said.  "You might not even be here in an hour.
Can you recover in a half hour?" she asked me.

   "I'm sure I can, thinking about you helping me Mrs.  C.," I told her

   "How about a quarter hour?  Can you recover in 15 minutes?" she
persisted.

   "I really think I could but you may have to let me see some of you to do
it, like maybe your breasts," I told her, hoping she would go for my
outrageous request.  "Yes, if you showed me your breasts then I'm sure I
could recover in 15 minutes."

   "That's pretty bold Billy," she replied.  "You would need to recover
faster than that for me to show you my breasts.  If I did then you would
have to recover in say 5 minutes."

   "I could do it I'm sure of it but for a 5 minute recovery I would need
to see you fully naked.  Then I know I could do it." Wow, are we really
negotiating like this or is it all just a game?  I don't know but I'm
getting really turned on playing this game and my dick is rock hard just
thinking about it.

   "If I go completely naked then you have to also and I would expect you
to not go limp at all.  You would have to just stay as hard as when you
climax."

   I knew that wasn't possible but I was in this game already so I just
kept playing it.  "If I can stay stiff after you make me climax then I want
something else."

   "What?" she asked.

   "You let me make love to you until I can't keep it stiff any longer,
whether that's 3 minutes or 3 hours.  Agreed?"

   She paused a long moment, then said, "Agreed.  But if you can't keep it
up, we're done and you go home.  Neither of us will ever talk about this
day ever, to anyone, not even to each other.  OK?"

   "OK," I said, knowing that even if I couldn't keep it up I was going to
have a vision of her naked to take with me and jack off to for a long time.
I didn't really expect to be able to keep myself hard.  Nobody could do
that.

   Mrs.  C took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.  She made me
undress first and just stared in amazement at my shaft pointing to the sky.
Actually I had never seen it myself quite so big and hard.  I could feel it
throbbing in anticipation.

   Then Mrs.  C undressed, slowly to tease me I'm sure.  My God she was
beautiful.  Her breasts were small but solid and stuck straight out, no
sagging at all.  Her nipples were like the ends of two pencils, firm and
straight, with a dark circle around each of them.  More than their hardness
though was that her nipples were so large relative to her breast, like they
belonged on a much taller woman with larger breasts, not hers.  I wanted to
reach out and touch them, to suck on them.  Oh God just thinking about it
made me harder, if that was even possible.

   When she removed her panties she had a full covering of hair around her
pussy.  I wanted to dive in there now but I wasn't going to rape her.  I
would just let things happen and get my one climax she promised.  It would
feel great having her jack me off.

   She knelt down in front of me and taking my shaft in her right hand she
licked across the head.  God it was glorious.  I thought she was just going
to give me a hand job but this, this was too much.  I was already showing
pre-cum, which she just licked off.  This went beyond any fantasy I ever
had of her.

   Then she slid my cock into her mouth.  I almost came right then but
forced myself to hold back.  In and out I went as she moved her head on my
shaft, deeper each time until she had to remove her hand to get it into her
mouth any more.  That's when she grabbed the back of my butt and literally
shoved my shaft in and out of her mouth, fucking it just like I wanted to
fuck her pussy.

   Finally I couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "I'm going to cum." With
that she stroked me a couple more times and then forced her face all the
way down against my body, pushing my shaft partway down her throat.  That's
all I could take and I exploded inside of her.  I'm sure my cum ran
straight down her throat, squirt after squirt until I was empty.

   She sucked me dry and continued to lick me.  To my amazement I stayed
stiff and hard.  I wasn't going down.  I didn't understand it.  Maybe it
was Mrs.  C's continued work on my shaft but I was still hard as rock.

   "Well it looks like you did it.  You are staying hard.  I always make
good on a promise so it looks like you get your wish."

   I heard her say it but I didn't believe what I was hearing.  "Do you
really mean you will let me fuck you, I mean really, really fuck you, until
I go limp?" I hesitantly asked.

   "A bargain is a bargain.  I promised so yes.  Come on over to the bed.
This is turning out to be one great birthday present for you." She pulled
me to her bed and climbing on, pulled me up between her legs.  "But you
need to get me wet first, like I did for you."

   That's all the prompting I needed.  I didn't care about the hair.  My
head went straight down between her legs and I began sliding my tongue all
over.  I didn't know what the heck I was doing but it was glorious.  She
must have thought it was at least OK because it wasn't long before she was
moaning with pleasure.

   "Oh yes Billy, that's it, yes, lick me all over," she cried.  "Oh God,
yes, that's right.  Do my clit baby, yes right there, yes Billy, yes, oh
God, oh shit, oh shit, yes Billy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh." Just then
she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face hard against her pussy
and just held me there for a full minute.  Finally she relaxed and said,
"Oh God Billy, that was wonderful.  Get up here and fuck me.  Ram that
virgin prick of yours into my waiting cunt.  Fuck your little pregnant
neighbor.  Fuck the hell out of me Billy."

   I did as I was ordered.  As my head passed her breast I grabbed a nipple
between my teeth and tugged.  Holding on as best I could with my mouth and
teeth, I arched my back and put my cock at her pussy door.  Then letting
her nipple slip from my mouth I rammed my shaft all the way in with one
long thrust.  It was the most incredible feeling I have ever had, tight,
moist, and hotter than hell.  My God it felt good.  I just stayed deep in
her cunt without moving, just enjoying the feeling, until I heard her say,
"Fuck me now.  What are you waiting for?  Fuck me." So I began by pulling
most of the way out and pushing back in, over and over and over.  It was
only a few minutes and I was ready to cum again.

   "I can't hold it.  I'm going to cum.  Should I pull out?" I asked.

   "Why?  I'm already pregnant," she replied.  "Fill me up.  I want to feel
your seed shooting into me."

   So I let go and climaxed into Mrs.  C's pussy.  I thought it felt great
to shoot my cum down her throat.  But this was like nothing I had ever
dreamed of.  It was like slow motion to me.  I felt my cum rise up through
my shaft, yet at the same time her pussy walls were trying to squeeze my
shaft, to pinch me off.  The force of my cum was stronger and finally
fought its way out.

   With my first shot into her vagina, my whole body tensed up, like
electricity had shot through all my limbs.  Then another shot of cum was
forced through and my body went even stiffer.  I found myself pushing hard
against her body like I was trying to see how deep I could go and I didn't
know why.  My body just seemed to do it all on its own.  There were several
more spurts of cum before my body began to relax and I could talk.  "Oh my
God that was incredible," was all I could say as I fell backwards and
slipped out of her.

   "Are you still hard?" she asked me.

   I had to check and sure enough I was still hard, as hard as ever.  "Yes,
yes I am.  I'm still hard.  I don't believe it but I am."

   "Then don't stop on my account.  Ram that thing back in me and bring me
again.  I don't care if you've cum or not.  I don't care if you're sore or
not.  As long as that prick of yours is stiff it better damn well be
fucking me, non-stop."

   I did as I was ordered.  I pistoned my shaft in and out of Mrs.  C as
hard and fast as I could.  A few minutes later I had her screaming in
pleasure.  But even when she asked me to slow down I decided to keep it up
as fast and hard as I could just to see what it would do to her.  Soon she
was screaming again as I brought her once more to another climax.

   "Deeper, I need more of you.  Lift my legs up high and drive in deeper,"
she instructed.  I lifted her legs up to her chest tilting her pelvis up
towards me.  Then I pushed in as deep as I could and felt myself bottoming
out against something deep inside.  She grunted in pain each time I hit but
after a dozen or so more thrusts, she was gripping me in yet another
orgasm. "Over, turn me over," she gasped.

   I pulled out and flipped her over onto her knees.  She reached between
her legs and helped guide me back into her hot canal.  Then I began
assaulting her from behind.  But she met every thrust of mine with one of
her own as our bodies banged hard against each other.  This went on for
nearly ten minutes with her screaming through one orgasm after another.  I
grabbed her tight around the waist and pulled her back into me, holding her
there while I filled her up with my cum once more.

   She turned her head up to me and said, "This is so fucking hot.  I have
never had sex like this before ever.  Are you still hard?  Please be hard.
I don't want to stop."

   I pulled out to check and sure enough I was still just as hard as when I
started.  I didn't understand it.  "Yes, yes, I don't believe it.  I'm
still as hard as ever.  We've been going at this for nearly an hour and I'm
still hard.  You are the most incredible woman I could ever imagine being
with.  Mrs.  C, I love you."

   "Well there are two things I have to tell you.  The first is that you
are still hard so keep fucking me, even while we're talking." She turned
over onto her back and I pushed back in.  "Yes, that's it, keep sliding
that cock of yours in and out of me.  Yes, nice and slow now Billy, just
like that.  Anyway, that was our agreement and you damn well better honor
it.  As long as you are hard you fuck me.  Yes that's it, nice and slow.  I
love it that way too Billy, at least for a while, just until you catch your
breath.  Now the second thing, I told you that I would tell you my secret
ingredient in your drink."

   "Oh yeah, is that what's keeping me hard?" I asked, jumping to the
obvious conclusion.

   "Suck on my tit while I tell you.  Yes, baby, just like a lollipop. 
Well you know how old my husband is.  He needs a little help to get it up.
Now that I'm pregnant and he's not touching me I figured he didn't need
them.  So I took one of his little blue pills and ground it up into your
drink.  It's the high dose kind.  You are bigger and harder than you have
ever been and will stay that way for ...  well three more hours at least.
That's what I've read anyway.  So what was our promise?  Oh yeah you are
going to fuck me until you go soft.  So we have a while to go yet.  Enjoy."

   That's exactly what I did too, enjoyed fucking her for hours.  It was a
good thing that she had a tube of KY handy too.  She didn't want us to get
raw.  We fucked in every way imaginable as my mouth and tongue explored
every inch of her body.  I finally went soft after about four total hours
of fucking.  Though I was tired I was sad that it ended.  This was the most
incredible birthday present ever.  "Thank you Mrs.  C for my birthday
party."

   "What birthday party Billy?" she asked.  "This day never happened,
remember?  If you want me to throw you a birthday party, just the two of us
that is, then you have to come over tomorrow.  If you want I can fix you
breakfast.  I make a fantastic breakfast drink that you will just love."

   We both laughed.  "I'll be here first thing in the morning," I promised.
"But since today never happened I was just wondering what you might be
doing later today."

   "Why, do you think you can be up for a little fun after what we just
did?" she asked.

   "Maybe, if I can get a little help from your husband, if you know what I
mean." She did know and we had a great time, or not, because today never
happened.
   The end (until tomorrow of course)