A naughty highschool grad finds that his female neighbor knows his dirty secret.
Summer Love Pt. 2
Please read part one of Summer Love to catch up on the story.
I stood in the yard for a moment, unsure of what to do. I watched as Mrs. Binger took Bruce into the house, his cock still dangling below him. She had clearly seen me in the woods with her dog, but for some reason, she didn’t look mad, or even disgusted. I was really surprised at that, I was surprised that I wasn’t disgusted, I had just had sex with a dog.
I walked to the lawnmower and started it back up, finishing the grass in a about half an hour. While I cut, I couldn’t help but think what she must have seen in the woods. Had she sat on the porch and watched? Had she seen from the window? Either way, she had definitely seen me and Bruce, and now she wanted me in her house, but what for? I finished mowing the yard and parked the mower in her side yard. I walked timidly to the back door, still not knowing what to expect, and knocked twice.
She answered the door in a silk robe, wrapped tight around her neck, and showing no skin below her head except for her hands. She smiled at me as she held one hand on the door, shifting her weight to one foot and striking a rather seductive pose. “C’mon in young man.” she said, standing aside and letting me in. I hesitated for a moment and then timidly walked into the house, dragging my feet slightly. I was going to get it, I knew it, she was going to yell, or call my parents, or do something, and I really didn’t want to face the music. I heard the door close behind me and turned back to look at her. She turned to the stairs and started to walk up. “Follow me,” is all she said.
I followed her up the stairs, and even in the face of my impending doom, I couldn’t help but look up and watch as the folds of silk slid over her beautiful ass, finding its way between her cheeks and making it look amazing. We got to the top of the stairs and she turned left, going down the long hallway to the last door on the right. When she opened the door, I saw that it was the master bedroom, with a massive four poster bed, a fire place, and a door leading to the bathroom. Mr. Binger seemed to be doing quite well for himself, a beautiful house, a sexy wife, and a lot of luxuries. She turned to me and told me to sit on the bed, so I took a seat on the very edge, at the foot. She pulled a chair out of the corner and sat down in it, facing me.
“Now, do you want to tell me what I just saw in the woods there?” she asked.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” was my simple reply.
“Well, to me it looked like you let my dog have sex with you, he looked to be taking you from behind. Now, your sex life is your sex life, but when it comes to my dog, I’d rather him not have sex with anyone. You see, he’s a very horny dog, and we’ve been trying to discourage him from having sex, and you are just feeding his hunger by letting him do that to you.” She explained.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it here, your going to have a punishment.” she said with a stern look on her face.
“Ok,” I replied, taking a deep breath, ready for the worst.
“From now on, your sex life, is no longer your sex life, it is mine. You don’t have sex, masturbate, or even look at porn without asking me first. When I tell you to do something, you do it, and you don’t argue with me, got it?”
“Umm… ok?” This wasn’t sounding so terrible.
“Now, first things first, stand up and take off your clothes.”
“What?! What about Mr. Binger? Won’t he be angry? Why do you want me naked?” all the questions seemed to come out as one word.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, now do it.” she calmly replied.
With a frown, I stood up and took of my shirt, the smell of sweat filled my nostrils. I dropped it on the floor and pulled down my shorts, slowly, unsure of myself. Mrs. Binger sat back in her chair, legs crossed, and one finger playing along the edge of her mouth. I hesitated for a moment, my hands around the edge of my boxers, not sure if I was ready to proceed. Mrs. Binger cleared her throat and I took that as a cue, and quickly pulled them down, letting my still soft member hang free.
“Mmm. That’s nice.” she said, smiling slightly.
I stood there quietly, my hands hanging limp at my sides as she looked my body up and down, numerous times. I started fidgeting, moving my weight from one foot to the other, waiting for her to say something.
“Oh, sorry, I couldn’t help but take a moment and stare. Now, if you would, turn around and get on your knees in front of the bed, and grab the black box underneath.” she said, pointing to the bottom of the bed. I got on my hands and knees, my back to her, and reached under the bed, I felt a box and pulled it out, but it was green, I went to slide it back under the bed but I felt a hand on mine, stopping me from doing so. I looked up to see Mrs. Binger bent over me, her hand on mine, with a smile on her face.
“I meant the black box, but since you seem a little timid, let us look through this box first, loosen your nerves a little.” She sat on the bed, patting the seat next to her. I sat down, watching as she opened the box, which seemed to be filled with pictures. She pulled out a stack of a few and handed them to me. I took them in my hands and felt her chin on my shoulder, hand on my put as she leaned over to watch me look through them. The first picture was one of her, rather naked, and leaning seductively against the bed frame. I looked at her questioningly but she just smiled and nodded. I studied the picture, she was gorgeous naked, I could picture myself spending hours just moving my tongue and lips over every inch of her beautiful skin. I turned to the next picture and my eyes widened in surprise. It was her, on all fours, with a two dildos, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. I couldn’t help but get hard, my cock rising to its full length, looking at her in such a glorious form.
“Wow, hard already, that was easy.” she said, snatching the pictures from my hand. I tried to grab them back but she just scolded me. “No more for now, there will be plenty of time for you to look through these later. But for now, lay down for me.”
I laid down on the bed, considerably more at ease, with my erection flying high. I watched as Mrs. Binger reached under the bed and pulled out the black box, setting it on the bed next to me. She climbed up and sat cross-legged next to the box. Mrs. Binger opened the lid and smiled, beckoning me to come look. Inside the box were an assortment of sex toys, dildos, bullet vibrators, beads, and a few other things I had never seen. This is going to be amazing! I thought to myself, Mrs. Binger is going to let me watch her play with her toys.
“Do I get to watch?” I asked, rather hopefully.
“Oh heavens no,” she laughed, “Why would you want to watch when there are all these toys you can play with?”
I looked at her questioningly and she replied quickly, “I saw you with Bruce, I know what you like.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise, she meant to use these toys on me. My stomach did a back-flip. I didn’t know what to think. On one hand, there was still that desire to be penetrated, but still the fear of doing it with a real guy, but I thought that was satisfied when I had my excursion with Bruce. Apparently not. I felt hornier than ever, with the prospect of what was to come looming before me. Mrs. Binger smiled as she saw me sit and ponder what she said and put a hand on my leg. Her fingers were a few inches from my cock, and I wished she would reach a little closer and grasp its stiff length. “We can take it easy for now, how about you just pick one, and we can play with that today, and we can use the others another time.” she said, motioning to the box. I nodded my head slightly and went to inspect the toys. I looked through the 7 or so toys, and decided I wanted to use a vibrator. I pulled the three that were there and laid them out in front of me. There was a rabbit vibrator, with a clitoris stimulator, a slim blue one, only a little thicker than my middle finger, and a black one, that looked and felt like a real penis, but was large, about 10 inches long and rather thick. I held that one in my hand for a moment and then looked at Mrs. Binger to see her smiling broadly. “Good choice! My black stallion!” she said, laughing slightly. “Do you think you can handle that? It is pretty big.”
“I think I can.” I said, determined to try.
“Ok hunnie, ill take it nice and slow. For now, how about you lay on your back and bend one leg at the knee.” I did as she asked as she walked over to her dresser, coming back with a bottle of KY. “Ok, just relax,” she said opening the bottle. She squeezed a small about on the tip of her middle and index finger and reached for my butt. I jumped a bit when I felt the cold liquid touch my hole, and sighed soon after, thinking of who was touching me. I still couldn’t believe that Mrs. Binger, the Mrs. Binger, had me naked on her bed. She rubbed her two fingers lightly against my asshole, then inserted the tip of one, then another. With each insertion, I moaned a little, loving the feel of her slender fingers sliding into my anus. I lay there quietly as she slowly fingered my butt, relaxing my muscles and making it easier for her to mover her fingers in and out. After what seemed like no time at all, she pulled her fingers away. “Ok, get on your hands and knees.” she said, reaching for the dildo. As I got on my hands and knees, she took the dildo and lathered it up with lube, coating its entirety.
I pressed my face into the pillow, bracing myself for what was sure to be a painful insertion. I felt the tip of the dildo press against my asshole, and felt a little pop as the tip slid in. I saw stars for a moment as my asshole was stretched beyond its normal limit. Mrs. Binger waited until my body loosened, for I had surely tightened up from the pain. She slid a little more into me and then again waited until I was relaxed. It went like this for awhile until I felt the flared end of the dildo touch my balls. It was in! I had taken the entire ten inches in my ass! It felt as if the dildo were far to deep inside of me, but that didn’t hide the pleasure.
“That’s it, you’ve got it! You took the whole thing! I’m so proud of you.” she said, her excitement evident from the sound of her voice. “Do you want to be fucked now?” she asked.
“Mhmm” was my muffled reply from the pillow. I felt her pull the dildo back, and then push it in, and she repeated this slowly, reveling in the way my back arched, and my legs quivered. It felt so good, I could barely contain myself. She increased her tempo, until she was moving her arm at a blinding speed, ramming the dildo into my ass and pulling it back just as quickly. I felt her shift positions and looked down between my legs to see her head sliding between my knees.
“I hear its intense to cum while getting fucked in the butt,” she said, laying on her back between my legs, while still reaching behind me to work the dildo. I watched as her head lifted up and she brought her mouth to my cock, sucking it lightly. The tempo of her arm had slowed, so she sucked my penis slowly, while she worked my ass equally as slow. She did this for awhile, working me slow, and then she began to increase her speed. It was after only 5 minutes that I felt my climax coming. Huge waves of pleasure exploded from my penis, and I felt the cum pouring out of my dick. My knees went weak and gave out, shoving my cock deep into Mrs. Bingers mouth. I kept cumming and Mrs. Binger’s arm kept pumping, making my orgasm extremely powerful.
As soon as I was done I rolled over, not wanting to suffocate her. I laid on my back as she sat up, smiling at me with my semen covering the bottom half of her mouth. “I couldn’t swallow it fast enough, I don’t know if I’ve ever had so much cum in my mouth!” she said, rubbing her fingers over her mouth. “It does taste good though.” she commented as she licked it off her fingers. She reached between my legs and grasped the end of the dildo, pulling it free of my ass with a loud sucking noise. It felt as if my insides came out with the dildo, so deep was it inside of me.
“ Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” I replied, a little disoriented from the intense orgasm.
“Good,” she said as she moved over to the computer in the corner, “I bet my friends did too.” She turned the screen towards me to show me that I was on the screen, fully naked, being broadcasted on her webcam.
“Oh, don’t worry hunnie,” she said as she saw the look of horror on my face, “I know all of the people who watched, and you will too, very soon.”