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 Author: Priapus
Title: The New Neighbors
Part: 2
Summary: After an unbelievable dinner, a man is asked to do a favor for
a very sexy neighbor, by her husband.
Keywords: MF, wife, anal, oral, cheat, dom, reluc, nc, rough, rape
   The New Neighbors
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   Tom's house phone rang at 5:30 the next day, moments after he got home
from work.  He had spent the whole day questioning reality after having
been invited to eat his gorgeous new neighbor's pussy while her husband
stood by, holding her hand.  "Things like that don't happen to guys like
me," he said to himself.
   The lump in his pants grew again as he recalled her delicious flavor.
   The ringing persisted.  "Hello, Tom.  It's your neighbor." Tom realized
he didn't even know the man's name.  Ironic that the man would share his
wife freely, but not his own name.  "Jenya wanted me to tell you that she
really was deeply touched by your appreciation of her banquet last night.
She wanted me to ask you a favor."
   "Sure, I'd be glad to do her a favor."
   "Well, let me tell you what it is, first.  I told her you might not want
to do it.  She doesn't know anything about American men, really, and she
doesn't realize that they are different than the men she is used to back
home."
   "Okay.  Well I'm still pretty sure I'd like to do it, American men can
be pretty flexible, within certain boundaries."
   "It's those boundaries I tried to tell her about, Tom.  She has a
certain fantasy that she's wanted to try.  I have to admit I share in this
unusual desire.  We feel like we know you well enough after last night to
ask you, but it requires that we ask you soon, before we get to know you
too much better."
   Tom was starting to wonder now.  He hoped this wasn't a scat or piss
thing, because he really didn't have any interest in that type of stuff,
and now that he'd jumped at the idea, he'd look like a fool to back out of
his brave statement about boundaries.  "What is it...um...?" He let his
voice trail off, hoping the man would offer his name, but he didn't take
the hint.
   "She wants you to rape her.  She has always fantasized about being taken
forcefully by another man, a man she doesn't know, ideally, but we hardly
know you, so there's still an element of risk.  She wants to be degraded
and humiliated.  She wants her rapist to take her brutally and in every way
possible."
   Tom's cock was throbbing as he thought about doing unspeakable things to
Jenya.  He'd always had a secret fantasy about this kind of thing himself,
but would never admit it.  He tugged himself through his pants.  "Are you
sure?  You're not putting me on, are you?  She really wants this?"
   "Very much.  She says you have a big penis, she felt it last night with
her foot.  She wonders if you are circumcised, as she has never had a man
without a foreskin."
   Tom remembered the moment when Jenya had briefly run her toes along his
aching shaft.  Her husband couldn't have seen, so she must have told him.
Maybe this whole thing was on the level.
   "Yes, I'm circumcised.  I'm really not that big though, just seven
inches or so."
   "Don't be so modest.  For such a small woman, so tight and so tender as
Jenya, your seven inches is very large indeed."
   Tom had to stop touching himself for fear he would make a mess in his
pants.  "I'll do it.  When do you want to...I mean, how will we make the
arrangements?"
   "Tonight.  It must be tonight.  We cannot let time pass and you become
more familiar or it will not be the same.  You understand?" The neighbor
didn't pause to wait for the reply; instead he simply gave the detailed
instructions to Tom, carefully repeating all the important points so that
the fantasy scenario would be properly fulfilled.
   Just before 11:00pm Tom went out into his yard.  He couldn't go through
the front gate for fear of being seen, but there was a tree in his yard he
could use to scale the neighbor's eight foot privacy wall, and gently ease
himself down to the gardening table that his neighbor left on the other
side.
   There was also a black stocking cap waiting for him on the table. 
Apparently it was an important part of the scenario for Jenya.  Tom had
located one of his wife's black scarves to cover the lower part of his
face, but Jenya wanted it so that the only thing visible was his eyes.  He
fitted the cap, arranged the scarf and crept across the yard, pitch dark on
the cloudy moonless night.
   His neighbor had promised to leave the kitchen door unlocked and the
alarm disabled.  Everything was prepared exactly as he had been told.  In a
moment he was in the dark kitchen, leaving his shoes by the door and
proceeding in his stocking feet to muffle the noise of his footsteps.
   He picked up the knife that had been left on the counter for him,
removing his glove briefly to test it with his finger tip.  It was as dull
as he had been promised, scary looking but not truly a threat.
   He saw the light from the living room where she was sitting, reading a
magazine and waiting for the appointed moment.  He crouched behind the
island counter and waited.  At 11:15 exactly, he heard her footsteps
approach, the sound on her high heels on the hardwood floors, then closer,
onto the kitchen floor.
   She didn't turn around as she approached the refrigerator, didn't
acknowledge his presence though she knew he was there, according to script.
   Jenya was dressed exactly as her husband had promised.  Lacy red and
black bra and sheer matching g-string panties, sheer black stay-up
stockings, and extravagant red and black patent leather sling pumps.  Not
the kind of outfit that you wear to lounge around reading on a night when
your husband had to "go back to the office to pick up a few things." But
this was her fantasy, and her choice of clothes.
   She opened the refrigerator door and the light filled the room.  He was
close enough to smell the light lilac perfume, close enough to see the
gooseflesh raise as the cool air washed over her.  Still she pretended not
to see him.
   He made his move, wrapping his hand over her mouth to muffle her
screams, and bringing the dull blade to her throat.  She cried out for help
but the noise never escaped his strong hand.  She struggled weakly, careful
of the threat of the blade.
   "Quiet," he whispered hoarsely, "do what I say and you won't get hurt.
Try to get away or scream and I'll cut you." She nodded in agreement.  He
grabbed a handful of long black hair and pushed her into the corner of the
kitchen.  She tried to turn to face him but he didn't allow it.
   Tom bent Jenya over the counter and snapped off the flimsy panties,
tossing them in a wad at her feet.  Her tight ass was displayed to him in
the light of the fridge, still open.  The pink pucker of her asshole seemed
to wink at him invitingly, just about the flush red flower of her pussy, so
fragrant and sopping wet.  He debated where to start as he unbuckled his
belt and dropped his pants to his ankles, and freed his long thick cock.
   Tom improvised, removing his belt and using it to bind her hands behind
her back.  As he did so the shiny hard helmet of his cockhead met her
luscious entrance, teasingly pressing against her.  With one hand he
pressed her down hard against the cold marble countertop, and aimed his
manhood into her gushing box.
   With a single violent thrust he was deep inside her.  He banged her
hard, brutally, the way she had wanted.  His heavy dangling balls slapped
up against her clit.  Suddenly he felt the muscles of her cunt clenching
down, saw her biting her lip, saw her shuddering in pleasure.
   She stopped pushing back against him, stopped fighting, as the wave of
her orgasm subsided.  She was limp, and he pounded her still, reveling in
the feeling of power it gave him to take her by force.  He felt like he
could fuck her all night and never come.  He felt like he could fuck her
inside out and leave her in a heap on the floor.
   She turned her face toward him and said something he didn't understand,
her eyes motioning to his pounding cock.
   Then he heard the whisper.  Her husband's voice, in the corner of the
room.  "Her ass.  Put your fat cock in her ass."
   The fact that her husband was there, watching the carefully orchestrated
rape of his own wife, filled him with another surge of adrenaline.  He
reached down, withdrawing his rock-hard tool from her dripping slit, and
without any more preparation, pressed it against her tight anus.
   "You asked for it," he snarled.  Again with a single, violent thrust he
was inside, feeling the unlubricated skin of her tender asshole protesting,
burning and painfully, finally giving way.  She whimpered, but never cried
out.  He pressed deeper and deeper, his cock growing harder as he violated
her tiny ass.  Finally he felt the clenching give way and the warm wetness
of her slick red blood ease his thrusts.
   He pounded her relentlessly, feeling the power of surging dominance
coarse through him.  Her whimpering had subsided, and he thought he heard
her moaning, responding to his probing tool, even pushing back to meet his
thrusts.
   The sight of her face, clenched no longer in pain but in pleasure, and
the tight firm feeling of her toned body beneath him, accepting him, was
too much.
   With a guttural groan he leaned into her heavily, the weight of his body
holding her down, filling her with his hot cum.
   As he withdrew his still hard tool, covered with cum and slick with a
red sheen of her blood, she slid down to the floor, gasping.  He wasn't
done with her limp sweaty body.  He stripped her completely, and wrapped
one stocking around her head as a blindfold.
   Propping her up against the pale green counter doors, he tilted her head
back and fed his half-hard weapon into her mouth.  She tried to turn away,
but he guided her mouth onto him and forced her to lick up the remnants of
his violation.  By the time he was satisfied with the job she had done, she
was eagerly swallowing his hardening shaft.
   But the script had ended.  He pulled up his pants, carefully unbinding
her hands and replacing his belt.  She stood up on wobbly legs and suddenly
pulled down the scarf as he turned to go.  He turned back toward her, and
she was smiling.  She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply.  He
returned the kiss, holding the naked, shivering wife of his neighbor in a
tender, fleeting embrace.
   Moments later, he was gone, slipping out the kitchen door, through the
backyard, over the table and back into his darkened house.  He collapsed on
his bed without even taking off his shoes, the most erotically powerful
adventure of his life now a vivid, unbelievable memory.  
  
The New Neighbors 2