The boy next door [M]21 puts me [F]47 in my place, on his cock

So, there I was, in my neighbor’s backyard, waiting for him to come unlock the backdoor for me. I had done what he asked, I put on a nice set of lingerie I had gotten from my husband, along with some stiletto heels (not fun to walk in on grass either), and a trench coat. I even did my makeup nice, put a bit more eyeliner than usual, but he asked for it. I also brought the pair of panties he ripped off of me the day before and stuffed me with after he edged me multiple times. Finally, for some ungodly reason, I also refrained from masturbating between when he left and now, which, I mean, he wouldn’t have known, he couldn’t know for sure if I did or didn’t, but for some fucking reason I did (I did have a very good dream about him and some friends turning me into a free-use frat house slut, god I miss college). His text said 8, but at around 8:15 I was starting to think he was just fucking with me (instead of just fucking me), so I pulled out my phone to text him, but before I hit send he appeared on the other side of the sliding door, wearing nothing but a smile.

I remember when he was in high school, when he started to put on some pounds, it was around the time he and my son started drifting apart. When he left for college, he had probably put on 150-200 pounds, and yet, you wouldn’t realize it from looking at what could have been a sculpted physique like on a greek statue (only with a horse cock). He beckoned me in and shut the door behind me, locking it before closing the curtains. He told me to go into the living room, that he’d be a moment, so I did. He came in with 2 full glasses of red wine, still wearing just the smile, and gave one to me.

“To a fun night” he said as he raised his glass. I raised mine, and proceeded to down my entire glass, which I guess managed to surprise him, and I simply reminded him I went to college, and could hold my liquor. When he put his glass down, he asked me 2 things, If I had refrained from touching myself, and if I had brought the panties he ripped yesterday. I sheepishly told him yes, and handed them to him. He took them sniffed them before sitting down, telling me to take my coat off “Slowly though”. I knew he wanted to savor the moment, so I played along, and slid it off slowly. When I bent over to pick it up, I made sure to point my ass towards him. What I didn’t expect him to do was grab my ass, pull my panties to the side, and stuff the panties back in me. I asked him what the hell that was about, but he just replied “proving a point, you’ll see”.

Bruce sat back down and beckoned me towards him and his now semi-erect cock, ordering me to drop down on my knees and “do what I did yesterday”. I licked up his shaft and put as much as I could in my mouth, which even though he wasn’t fully erect, wasn’t all of it. I spat on his cock, used my hands while licking the head, even jacked him off while I sucked on his balls, and he was loving it. Eventually he stopped me for a second and told me to let the twins out to play, so I took my bra off and threw it aside with my coat, and proceeded to squeeze his now fully erect cock between them. He really loved this, as he sat back and looked up at the ceiling, probably wondering how he got so fucking lucky. I even started licking the head of his cock when it’d poke out, which was what set him off the day before. It worked, as I could tell he was getting close again, but he stopped me this time.

“Oh no, not yet. This time, you go first” Bruce said in a commanding tone. He stood up and told me, no, ordered me to get on the couch. His assertive tone made me tingle down there, and I obeyed like a good girl. He then kneeled down and grabbed my panties, but this time he didn’t rip them off, thank god, but he did take them off. He then reached 2 fingers in and pulled out the pair he had stuffed in me, which were thoroughly soaked again.

“I knew it” he exclaimed joyfully “I knew that all I’d need to do was dangle my cock in your face and you’d get drenched.” He sniffed them again and put them to the side as he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the couch as he got his cock lined up. He didn’t go straight to impaling me just yet, he first showed me just how far it’d go in me, up to my belly button, and slapped my tender clit a few times with it. He probed me with the head a few times, commenting on how tight I am, and asked me to “Tell me to stop when I get to how deep Bob can get”. I had a feeling this was coming, but at this point I wasn’t in a place to argue, so I did what I was told. When I did tell him to stop, he looked down and laughed, he was only a few inches inside me.

“I knew Bob wasn’t packing much, but this explains a lot, especially how tight you are, or were…” and as he said that he shoved the rest of his fat cock in me and I screamed a bit. I know I have a dildo about his size, but even then, it’s not the same as having an actual cock in you. The warmth, the feeling of fullness, the lust behind it all, it can’t compare. He started making long, deliberate, forceful strokes, almost like he was fucking me into the couch, and I had no escape. Not like I wanted to anyway. Sure, it was a bit painful at first, but the pain quickly faded away and was replaced with pleasure I hadn’t felt in years. I’d say it was about a minute before I felt that familiar feeling building, and my hips started to buck, which I guess let Bruce in on it too, as he reached down with one hand and started playing with my clit. That additional stimulation quickly closed the gap for me and before I knew it, I was cumming on his cock. When I started screaming, he grabbed my hips and held himself balls deep inside me, letting me feel every inch of his cock, and letting him feel me tighten up and cum all over him. He then leaned down and kissed me, told me I was “such a good girl”, and picked me up and moved me onto the coffee table.

Once moved, he knelt down and starting eating me out again, though this time, he didn’t get me to the edge only to deny me. No, this time when he got me to the edge again, which was easy since I was still sensitive, he reached in with some fingers to finish me off. He did this thing with his fingers, curled them up and rubbed the same place quickly, not only did he make me cum again, he made me squirt, something I hadn’t done since my bachelorette party (might tell that story one day). When I started squirting, he knelt down and got his face in the way, making me cum all over his face. He eagerly licked his lips and dove back in to lap up as much as he could. When his appetite was sated, he got back up and buried himself in me again. He abandoned his previous long & forceful pace for a quick pace that was almost unhuman. He was a man on a mission, a mission to turn me into a disheveled mess, a mission he was completing with ease. I came 3-4 more times like this, each time he never let up, he just kept going, like the energizer bunny, with a huge cock.

Eventually his pace started to falter, I could tell he was getting close. Before the only sounds I was able to make were either expletives, or animalistic grunting noises, but now I worked up the energy to tell him to cum for me. He quickly got up and straddled the table, his cock right at my tits. Squirt after squirt after squirt of cum exploded from his cock, and while he was aiming at my breasts, he basically got everything from my them up covered in cum. My breasts got the most of it, but shots hit my face, my forehead, one even unfortunately hit me in the eye. He sat back on the couch and caught his breath while I licked my lips and asked him for a tissue. He made a joke about needing some heavy duty paper towels instead, but I just called him a crack-shot and said some git in my eye. “Oh Shit, my bad” was all he said as he handed me a few from the corner table.

“So, has bob ever made you cum like that?” he asked, already having a pretty good idea of the answer.

“No, I haven’t squirted like that since my bachelorette party” I said, not even realizing what I was admitting.

“I’m sure that’s a fun story, but do you wanna move things upstairs”

“Sure, just give me a…” was all I was able to get out before he literally picked me and put me over his shoulder to carry up. Kinda glad he did, since I don’t think my legs could have held up. I was draped over his shoulder face forward, so I was looking down at his cock, which somehow was still hard enough to break marble.

“Good god, how does that thing stay hard?” I asked as we reached the top of the stairs

“Well, you’re certainly not helping things on that front, but don’t worry, it’ll go down before morning” he said glibly as he threw me down on his bed. He then climbed on top of me and kissed me as he shoved his cock back inside. I let out a little yelp as he did, which he found cute since his mouth was still on mine.

We spent all night up there. I can’t count how many more times I came, easily double digits. I squirted 2 more times, each time he lapped it up like an eager dog licking the peanut butter. He also came 2 more times, once on my back after doggy (my favorite/easiest position to make me cum, as he quickly found out), and the third and final time was when I was on top of him. I had briefly took control back and was having fun shoving my breasts in his face while bouncing on his cock, but when he was done squeezing and nibbling at my breasts he grabbed me in a bear hug. You could say he was trying to keep me from escaping, but I wouldn’t have. He held his face between my breasts as he slammed up into me, until finally he went as deep as he could and held his cock there as he unloaded rope after rope of cum deep inside me. Even though It was his third orgasm of the night, it still seemed like so much, and it set me off on an orgasm of my own (him biting my nipple helped, but don’t tell him that). After he thoroughly emptied his balls in me, he let me go and I just rolled off of him, and before we knew it we were asleep.

I can’t remember what time I woke up, but it was later than I usually did, and Bruce was already downstairs cooking breakfast. He even had a plate out for me, what a gentleman. We ate up, then went into the master bath downstairs to wash up, they have a nice big walk-in shower that’s big enough for me to suck him off again, and then later he held me up and fucked me against the wall. It felt like I squirted at one point, but it was hard to tell since the water was running. Eventually, when he was about to cum again, I told him to let me down and I got on my knees and jacked him off until he came on my face. I made sure to close my eyes this time, that shit can sting. Eventually we actually cleaned ourselves and got out. He apparently had somewhere to be, so he got dressed up, while I just put my coat back on, opting to carry my heels and not even bothering with the lingerie.

“Listen, this has been great, crossed more than a few things off my bucket list.” He said, a bit sheepishly, “but, if you’d be up for it, can we do this again sometime? I’d understand if you wanted to make this a one time thing, what with you being married and all, but…” he started stammering on, but this time I stopped him mid-sentence.

“Look, I think it’s a bit obvious that we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves last night. It’s certainly stirred a few things up for me. I think it’d be ungentlemanly of you to reawaken my deeply buried sexual needs and just make this a one time thing. So…” I said, getting up on my tip toes to reach him to give him a passionate kiss. I also reached a hand down and grabbed his cock through his pants, soft, but still bigger than my husband’s. I broke off the kiss and went to the back door and told him I’d be in touch over my shoulder as I walked, funnily back to my house.

As soon as I got home, I took a beat to process what occurred over the last half day or so. I dropped my stuff on the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle & wine glass as I hobbled up stairs. As the bath was filling, I took a moment to look myself over in the mirror. I had a hickey on my breast, and my ass was red, and my lady bits were also red and sore to the touch. I got in and just sat there, soaking for a while, before I got my bathtub tray and iPad and started typing this all out, sipping on a glass of merlot.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q91lvd/the_boy_next_door_m21_puts_me_f47_in_my_place_on