When we got upstairs, I discovered their bedroom was set up like a young girl’s version of a beautiful marital bedroom. With a large canopy bed, with white drapes about it, and delightfully antique adornments around the room. She clearly was even more of a sweetheart inside than she appeared, living out an adorable fantasy of married life in her bedroom.
There was no point in wasting time, not if we were gonna be screwing three times a day for a while. And so I started things off by pulling my polo up over my head, revealing my toned, hairy chest and abs. As she turned and saw me, that look she gave seemed to indicate she thought
I was a little more impressive than her usual. Her husband.
The way she took in the corner of her lip, nibbling down on it so seductively as her head tilted to the side. Those bleached blonde waves curled down over her tanned skin, a full length mirror off to the side reflecting that perfect ass back at me.
She took in a deep breath, letting go of her lower lip with a pop as she looked me up and down.
“Do you... have a preference?” she asked, as if she, the beauty queen with the rocking body, was actually nervous about pleasing me!
“We’ll start with it from behind,” I suggested so helpfully, though really my mind was on that ass of hers, and it seemed the perfect opportunity to grab a hold of those two cheeks and make ‘em rock before my eyes. “Y’know, ease into things,” I said with a smile as I undid my pants and slowly let my gaze trail over her, up and down.
She was one stunning woman, there was no denying it. Thank god for sterile next door neighbours.
She nodded so obediently. It was going to be the easiest five grand I ever made. It was especially obvious as she tilted her head forward, both hands going up to bring her curls to either side of her shoulders, freeing her back and neck from the stray hairs as she tugged her swimsuit top’s string. It fell forward, but she stopped it before it fully revealed her breasts.
Not that she really had to show me the goods. That wasn’t part of the deal. I just had to knock her up, but I’d accept this.
Her left hand held up her bikini top, that sparkling diamond ring still prominently on her finger as her right hand went behind her, tugging upon the lower bow. Then there was no stopping it. The white bikini top shrank in upon itself, and her large breasts were revealed.
I knew, instantly, they couldn’t have been fake. They were firm, sure, but they still had that trademark teardrop of natural breasts as they rested atop her ribs. All the while as she looked at me nervously.
I would’ve loved to fake the need for some help, maybe even got her to suck my cock a little to get things going, but once I dropped my jeans and my boxer-briefs with them, there was no hiding the thick, raging erection I was sporting. And judging by the wide-eyed look of surprise on her face, she was impressed to boot.
“Come on,” I said to her softly, stepping in close and putting one arm around her to her opposing hip, the other on her arm, letting my fingers brush against the side of her breast just momentarily. Yeah, that supple feel was not fake. “It’ll be alright,” I said in a husky, reassuring voice.
“Let’s... just get this over with,” she breathed out, but I could hear the excitement there that she was desperately trying to hide. Maybe she’d told herself one too many times that she wouldn’t enjoy it, being fucked and bred by me. To be knocked up by another man, to have someone else in her marital bed.
If she truly was a little princess in this lavish, perfect bedroom, certainly she’d never had such impure thoughts like spreading her legs for her neighbour.
She shimmied away from my grasp as she went to the bed, her fingers working in tandem to undo both sides of her bikini bottoms and letting them fall away.
She had a little trail of hair just above her slit, as if beckoning me downwards, towards that sacred v.
It was a pretty little slit, and I would never undersell it. While her breasts her big and supple, her ass round and firm, her pussy was a sweet little thing with nice, puffy little labia that I just craved to sink my dick in between.
I climbed up onto the bed behind her, reached out, placing one hand casually on her ass to sink my fingers into that cheek under the pretense of getting a grasp. When really all I wanted to do was fondle that award-winning rear.
With my other hand, I took hold of my veiny, throbbing dick and pressed the bulbous, purple crown up against her cunny, slowly pressing myself in against her, moving it in just the slightest little tease up by her clit.
I was surprised by how wet she was. Sure, the idea of fucking a beauty queen was guaranteed to turn me on, but the idea of a beauty queen being turned on by the thought of being fucked by me?
That was the stuff that my teen dreams had been made of.
Her legs spread wider as she looked at the headboard, her spine arched as she pressed in against me. It was hard to control myself when that heated snatch was rubbing up against me, her wetness adding to the precum of my crown.
Her toes brushed against the outside of my calf before she shifted them away, clearly afraid of this becoming something more than just a transaction.
“Just... stick it in,” she pleaded with me.
And I obliged.
Sinking into that tight cunt was sheer bliss. The outsides matched the insides when it came to perfect. That slick little canal gripping my hard dick so tight I could’ve lost my load then and there. I wasn’t about to let that happen though. Business it may be, but that’d just be downright embarrassing. And a waste of a good opportunity.
I gave a low, husky moan as I sank in balls deep, and I couldn’t even help it. My dick pulsated and throbbed against her, and I had to pause a moment.
“Sorry,” I said breathily, “you’re just so damn tight.”