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Mack's Neighbor
by Lester
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Mack was a bundle of nerves, and it was all
because of his neighbor. Ever since Mack moved
into his apartment, the place next door had been
inhabited by three girls. April, Judy, and Sara were
all nice, friendly girls, and Mack got along with
them well. They generally visited at apartment
complex get togethers, and on a few occasions
had met for cookouts, movies, and other activities.
Mack liked them all as friends, and even
considered asking one of them out for a friendly
date.
Things had changed, however, when Judy got a
job in another state. April and Sara had advertised
for a roommate, and soon Lisa moved in. Ah,
Lisa! Now that was the stuff dreams were made
of. Lisa had long dark blonde hair and a pretty
face, with big blue eyes, a pert nose, and lucious
lips. Her taut, firm body featured full, shapely
breasts, without a hint of sag, a nice curve of waist
and hip, and a great pair of legs. Suddenly Mack's
relationship with his neighbors turned into one of
stuttering, stammering, stumbling speech,
embarrassed silences, and all the afflictions of a
typical lovestruck schoolboy.
This burned Mack to no end. Man, he was 23
years old, not some dopey teenager. Why couldn't
he act with some show of maturity when Lisa was
around? Surely, he should be able to make a
move on an adult woman. But so far he found
himself paralyzed with inaction.
Last night, while sitting on his porch enjoying a
beer, he heard the girls talking. Their porch
adjoined his, but there was a solid wall between
them, blocking the view, but not sound. He heard
April say she would be gone all weekend at a
wedding, and Sara note that she would be out of
town visiting family. Lisa had facetiously
complained about being left all alone, but had
actually expressed pleasure at the chance to get
some things done without her roommates'
distractions.
This morning Mack had watched as first April, then
Sara, had driven away. He knew this was his
chance, but couldn't think of any good ideas.
Finally he decided on the oldest ploy in the book.
He would go next door to borrow a cup of sugar.
Of course, if Lisa asked why he needed it, he
would be at a loss. But he just couldn't come up
with a better plan.
As he walked toward the kitchen to get a
measuring cup, he noticed himself in the mirror.
He stopped to take a look. Really not that bad, he
thought. He was no Adonis, but certainly had a
pleasant enough face. Regular participation in
sports and workouts kept his body in good shape.
Suddenly inspiration struck him. Quickly he
peeled off his t-shirt. His tan, well muscled torso
with its light carpet of hair across his nicely
developed chest was certainly an asset. He
hurried to get the cup and headed out the door
before he could chicken out and change his mind.
Reaching Lisa's door, he knocked before he could
lose his courage. No answer. Heart pounding, he
knocked again. Finally Lisa answered the door.
She was clad in a sports bra and running shorts.
Her exposed skin, of which there was quite a bit,
was covered with a sheen of perspiration over her
attractive tan. Her sports bra was marked with
splotches of wetness, causing it to cling
seductively to her curves. Her nipples were erect
and pushing out proudly against the taut fabric.
"May I help you?" Mack was so embarrassed! He
was so fixated staring at Lisa that he hadn't said a
word! "Um, I wondered if, ah, I could ..." "Borrow a
cup of sugar?" How had she known? Then he
realized that she was looking at the measuring
cup in his hand. "Ah, yeah, if I could."
"Sure", she said, "come on in." He entered the
apartment. "Actually, you could earn it, rather than
just borrow."
"How?" "Well, I've been working out, and had just
come to a stretch I do that really needs a spotter. I
was debating if I should try it alone, but now that
you're here, you can help me out." "Sure, I'd be
glad to."
Lisa led him to the living room. The patio door
was open to let in the air. A plastic mat had been
spread out on the floor. From the damp spots of
sweat it was obvious that she had put it down to
protect the carpet. Lisa bent down, placing her
hands on the mat. She told him to put his hands
lightly on her waist, not supporting her, but being
ready to catch her if she lost her balance. Then
she raised her right leg off the floor, extending it
behind her. The tension tightened her shorts,
setting off her round, muscular ass, while the
crotch showed the bulge of her pubic mound. Next
she raised her arms up to her sides, causing the
sports bra to tighten enticingly over her lovely
breasts. Even though Mack was to the side and
above her, it still was an exciting view. Finally, she
raised up on the ball of her left foot, and held the
position.
This was followed by the same action with her
right foot on the floor, then the left, in alternation.
On the fourth repetition she must have placed her
foot on a sweaty spot, since it suddenly slipped.
Without thinking, Mack grabbed her, wrapping his
arms around her waist and lifting her off the floor.
They remained frozen in this tableau for several
moments.
"You can put me down now", she said. Instead,
Mack lifted and turned her, setting her down
immediately in front of and facing him. His
instincts taking over, he bent to kiss her. He
intended a brief peck, but his hormones were in
control, and he instead kissed her deeply, worrying
her lips with his, carressing with his tongue.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss and looked at her
uncertainly.
"I thought that would never happen!", she said.
That's all he needed. He kissed her again,
dropping his hands to her waist, then pulling them
upward, catching her sports bra and pulling it up
over her breasts. She raised her arms, allowing
him to remove the piece of clothing. He quickly
moved down, kissing her neck and chest, then
sucking her left nipple firmly into his mouth. Lisa
gasped. He wanted to move slowly, but his body
seemed controlled by something other than his
mind. He dropped to his knees and pulled down
her shorts and panties in one motion, revealing
the triangle of light brown pubic hair pointing to
and guarding the entrance to her pussy. Her feet
moved slightly apart as he finished removing her
shorts. That was all the opening he needed. He
shot his face to her crotch and buried his tongue in
her vagina.
Lisa gave out a yelp. After swirling his tongue
inside her several times, he moved it up and laved
her clitoris. A loud, animalistic howl escaped her
lips. He had never heard a sound like that from a
human being before. Suddenly, he realized they
were standing in front of the open patio door. With
one movement he scooped her into his arms and
carried her into the nearest bedroom.
"This is Sara's room." "Thanks for telling me", he
said as he tossed her onto the bed. She giggled.
He quickly stripped off his shorts and underwear,
allowing his turgid cock to spring forth unimpeded.
He leaped upon her. She bent her knees and
drew her legs apart as with one motion he drove
his cock into her depths. Animal urges drove him
on as he wildly plunged in and out of her cunt.
Every thrust was met with a grunt/howl/yelp at high
volume. He was amazed by the combination of the
length and speed of his thrusts. He had never
fucked a girl so wantonly before. Their pelvises
met with a loud thwack on each in stroke. Her
exhortations increased in wildness and volume.
Finally, she let loose with an earsplitting wail. In
passing he recalled that the bedroom and patio
doors were open, but his mind was distracted by
other things. He plunged to her depths and began
to pump shot after shot of semen into her. For
some reason, he silently kept count, and was
amazed by the total of fourteen spurts, and could
feel a significant amount of spunk shoot out with
even the last one. Lisa had not yet paused for
breath, but before he could tell how long her
incredible noise would have continued, he
collapsed on top of her, his weight forcing out her
breath and cutting off her sound.
He laid in utter exhaustion atop of her, and slowly
came to. To his amazement, he could feel his
cock cease its softening, and it slowly but surely
forced its head back into her depths of its own
accord. "Again?", she said in amazement. "It sure
hasn't done this before", he said in bewilderment.
She giggled. "In other words, I shouldn't expect
this every time!". He flexed his hips experimentally.
His cock may be ready for more, but the rest of his
muscles were still exhausted. He wiggled slightly,
causing the barest of movements inside her.
"Mmmmm", she said, letting him know that this
was nice. He raised up on his elbows, and was
rewarded by the sight of her gorgeous breasts
rapidly rising and falling on her chest. He realized
that she was literally gasping for breath, and was
embarrassed to realize that his weight must have
been crushing her.
Wanting to give her more relief, he raised up onto
his hands. Arching his back, he gazed down at
their joining and was rewarded by the sight of his
cock splitting her vaginal lips. He pulled out about
two inches, then watched his cock slide back into
her. He repeated the movement. What a sight! It
was like watching a porno flick, but this one was
live, and starred his cock and Lisa's pussy. He
was fucking Lisa! Well, actually, he had already
fucked Lisa, but the enormity of his achievement
only now registered in his sex-fogged mind.
"I'm sure it's facinating, but you know, a girl might
actually want her guy to look at something other
than her pussy." He smiled and began to raise his
gaze. Suddenly, his grin turned wicked, and he
stopped at her chest. "That's not much ...", but
before she could finish, he dove for her right breast
and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth.
"Yowwerughph!", she wailed. He began sucking
her tit with a rhythm that he was amazed to realize
was matched by his cock strokes. From this
position he could feel her noises vibrating in her
chest on their way to her mouth. Rolling his eyes
to look up at her head, he was amazed that such a
pretty girl next door face could be emitting such
wild animal sounds.
Releasing her tit, he moved up and surprised
himself by kissing her forehead instead of her lips.
He settled into a steady, smooth rhythm answered
by a series of more sedate groans and grunts.
Just as he had never before experienced the
savage fucking of their first joining, now he was
feeling something new, as well. This was friendly
fuck, a companionable fuck, the fucking equivalent
of sitting by a fire, drinking tea and trading small
talk. He felt he could go on like this forever. Her
eyes were half lidded, and her lips parted in a
satisfied smile. He knew she felt the same way
about this fuck. Finally, however, his needs began
to make themselves known. He picked up the
pace, and she picked up the volume. Together
they moved towards another earth shattering
climax. Once again she let loose with an
incredible wail just as he reached his orgasm.
This time he counted seventeen spurts, another
new record. Once again, he was unable to
determine how long her yowl would have
continued, but, unwilling to crush her again, as the
final shot of sperm attacked her cervix, he grabbed
her waist and using a move he learned in high
school wrestling, he flipped onto his back, pulling
her along on top of him, and cutting her noise
short. He almost slipped out, but a firm thrust on
her waist impaled her once more. However, all
things must pass, and this time his cock headed
inexorably to full flaccidness. It let loose from her
with what felt like it should have made an audible
pop, but he could hear nothing. A moment later
she rolled off of him onto her back.
"Do you want to take a shower?", he said. "No, I
just want to rest here awhile." "I'll stay." "No, you
don't have to. I can tell you really want to get
cleaned up." "See you later?" "Absolutely! Tell you
what, after I rest awhile and then get cleaned up I'll
come over to your apartment. Deal?" "Deal!"
As he got up, he looked back at her. Her hair was
totally disarranged. Her body was covered with
sweat and her pubic hair was caked with the
combined remains of their cums. Some would
say she was a mess, but he had never seen
anything so beautiful in his life. He pulled on his
shorts, and left the apartment. Arriving back at his,
he realized that he had left his measuring cup
behind. He laughed! Good thing she had seen
right through that ruse! Heading for the shower, he
saw his swim trunks where he had hung them up
to dry the night before. Quickly he changed his
plans. He pulled on the trunks, grabbed a towel,
headed down the stairs and out the hallway toward
the pool.
He was stopped short by the sound of raucous
applause. Looking up, he saw guys on porches,
standing on stairs, and sitting by the pool clapping,
hooting, and hollering. He even saw some girls
joining in. Most of the older folks were either
ignoring them, or looking on with disapproval, but
he was surprised to see one grandmotherly type
give him a knowing smile. Obviously, Lisa's sonic
storm had been clearly audible all over the
apartment complex. He briefly considered a
reponse, but knew any would either seem corny or
be demeaning to Lisa. He was glad she had
remained behind. Hopefully by the time she next
emerged everyone would show enough decency
not to embarrass her. He shrugged his shoulders
and dove into the pool. What else could he do?!
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