Jack sighed and picked up the box cutter, deftly slitting the packing tape on the last box of the worst moving experience of his life. Jack and wife had moved from the east coast to the west coast for what was supposed to be a better job opportunity for the both of them. Outside, it was raining profusely and the weatherman was predicting more for the next three days. He tried to avoid the thought of dragging the cutter across his throat.
“How’s unpacking going, baby?” His twenty eight year old wife Danielle came into the room, lugging bed sheets in her arms. She stood about 5’6 with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes, and a trim, athletic body. They had been married for going on five years with no children. They have a decent sex life though his wife was growing more keen to the idea of fucking for kids, rather than just pleasure. He could already see the upward hill he would be ascending in the coming year with her biological clock ticking away, but she kept an open mind sexually all the same.
“Still hating it,” He muttered crossly. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around him from behind, her small, firm breasts pressing against his back. Her hand slid down to his crotch, cupping it, then beginning to rub slowly, firmly.
“Danielle,” He murmured. “We don’t even have curtains up on the windows yet. I don’t think we want to give the neighbors a show quite yet…”
She ignored him and instead unzipped his jeans, slipping her hand underneath his boxer-briefs to wrap her warm fingers around his stiffening dick. He moaned and let her begin to stroke up and down the length of his dickhimat, her fingertips teasing the head of his dick, and waited impatiently while she knelt in front of him and tugged his jeans and briefs down to his ankles.
“Don’t want to give a show, hmm?” she said with a sly grin, sticking out her wet tongue and rubbing the now throbbing tip of his dick against it. He ran his fingers through her soft brown hair and tugged on a handful of it, sliding the full length of his seven inches into her hot, waiting mouth. She looked up at him with her sexy brown eyes as she suckled at his pole, her head bobbing back and forth, sucking harder, her tongue licking at the underside of his stiff dick.
He groaned loudly and stilled her head, letting his hips do the work as he began fucking her mouth. He looked down and watched his dick slide in and out of her hot hole, his breathing quickening as he moved faster, feeling her sucking, her lips tight around him, and he felt his cream shooting up to the tip of his shaft.
“Danielle,” He gasped. “I’m going to cum… cum all over your face…”
She turned him slightly to the right and he felt his stomach jump to his throat. He could see directly into the upstairs window of thier neighbor’s house, and they could see directly into thiers.
And she was!
A girl, who couldn’t have been more than eighteen, was standing in the window and looking right at them. She smiled as he stared in horror at her, and felt his dick harden even more in his wife’s mouth the longer he looked at her. She had blond brown hair that was well past her shoulders, and though he couldn’t see too much, she had big breasts and was wearing a cheerleader’s uniform, which was a short, pleated white skirt and navy t-shirt with a “G” embroidered on the front.
“Danielle…” He whispered. “There’s someone… watching…”
“Mmmm, isn’t she cute?” Danielle murmured, her tongue lapping up and down his rock hard dick. “I bet you would like her sweet little mouth around you, wouldn’t you?”
His balls tightened hearing the dirty word’s coming from his wife. He fucked into her mouth faster, his meat pushing down her throat, and began to imagine the girl on her knees in her cheerleader outfit, hungrily swallowing his throbbing rod.
“Mmmm, cum in my mouth,” she whimpered. “Shoot into my throat imagining that little slut sucking you, Jack.”
“Ahhh yes, suck it,” He groaned, humping her face, feeling his load swelling. “I want to see her sucking it…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence because his dick began spurting unto his wife’s face, shot after shot, his hot cum coating her face and hair. She purred in satisfaction and licked any remaining jizz off his softening tool, and he dared to look at the neighbor’s window again, feeling a small stab of dismay when he didn’t see her there.
“Baby, you came so hard.” Danielle said, standing with a smug grin. “You like her?”
He flushed and yanked his pants up, avoiding the question. “You’ve never done that before.”
She shrugged and set to making the bed. “You didn’t like it?”
“It’s not that. It was just… new.” He said carefully, shoving clothes into an oak dresser. He suddenly couldn’t get the neighbor girl out of his head… whether it was seeing her watching, or his wife coming out with telling him to imagine her sucking him off, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was both.
Over the next few days, Danielle didn’t mention the girl again. He was beginning to think it was just a momentary bit of exhibitionism she experienced, sucking him off in the window in plain view of a stranger. He glanced out the window several times a day, hoping to catch another look of his young neighbor, only to be left unsatisfied.
One day, when the rain had finally stopped and the temperature soared well above the nineties, he was working on giving his car an oil change and was underneath the car watching the liquid flow out when he heard footsteps approaching.
“Hey, baby,” He called, thinking it was Danielle home on her lunch break. There was a giggle, and he slid out from under the car, his eyes sliding up a pair of long, tanned legs, a pleated cheerleader skirt, a pair of big breasts with nipples pushing through a sheer halter top, and a cute face with soft blond brown hair blowing across it. The neighbor girl!
“Baby? But we just met,” the girl grinned, her blue eyes squinting against the bright glare of the hot sun.
“I’m sorry,” He stammered, embarrassed. “I thought you were my wife coming home from her lunch break.”
“No problem. I was coming back from cheerleading practice, saw you out here, and wanted to come over and greet you. I’m Crystal, I live next door,” she paused, a sly twinkle in her eyes. “But I think you already know that.”
Shit. He swallowed and wondered if he should apologize, but instead stuck out an oily hand. “I’m Jack, and my wife is Danielle, I’m sure you will meat her soon. Maybe when she comes home from work tonight, around five thirty. This is his day off.”
Crystal took his hand and squeezed lightly, then withdrew it and grimaced, seeing it shimared with dirty oil. He mentally groaned. How much more a jerk could he look like today?
“Do you mind if I use your sink?” she asked.
“Sure,” He said quickly and lead her into the house to the kitchen sink, the thought not even crossing his mind she was next door and just as easily could’ve went home to clean up.
“Help yourself.” He motioned to the sink. She smiled and brushed past him, her taut nipples sliding across his bare chest and sending electric shivers straight to his tightening groin. He watched her bending just slightly at the sink, her skirt moving up, showing the bottom of her tight little ass.
“Did you want to drink anything?” He forced himself to ask, his eyes not seeming to want to budge from her ass. She turned and he snapped his eyes up to meet hers, but from her smile, he knew she had caught him already. His dick tightened even more in his jeans, pushing against the zipper.
“Sure… what do you have?” she asked, grabbing the soap and lathering up. He opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents.
“Coke… water… iced tea…”
“I’ll take a coke, if you have one, too.” She said.
He took two from the fridge and waited while she finished up, handing her a hand towel when she was ready. It slipped from her hands and she cursed, bending over directly in front of him to pick it up.
He inhaled sharply, the skirt hiking well up over her ass, revealing the fact she was wearing no underwear. He gazed wide-eyed at her shaven cunt slit, his dick as hard as a brick, and imagined dropping the cans of pop he held and shoving deep in the hot, tight depths of her pussy. His free hand moved to the front of his jeans and he rubbed his aching dick, biting his lip to cut off the groan that welled in his throat and knowing he was some kind of pervert for doing what he was doing.
His hand dropped quickly when she stood up again and replaced the towel, and he lead her into the living room, taking a seat on the couch while she sat across from him on the reclining chair.
“So where did you move here from?” she asked, opening her pop and sipping on it.
“The east coast,” He replied, trying valiantly to keep his eyes off of the length of her tan legs, as well as her sheer white halter, which kept little from the imagination. He saw a ring peeking out from her belly button underneath her halter.
“You have your belly button pierced,” He commented. “How did you talk your parents into that?”
She shrugged. “I’m eighteen, they really didn’t have much choice, but they don’t mind now after they got used to it.”
There was a moment of silence, and Crystal drew her right leg up, bringing her knee level with her chest. He almost came there in his pants seeing her pink slit, her legs open just enough to give him the view. The little slut, he thought silently. A dicktease.
Crystal had a small smile on her face, and he had an image of her spread eagle on her back, holding her wet cunt open, begging him to stick his dick inside her. She wanted it as bad as he did, he could feel it.
“Well,” Crystal said, standing and setting her pop down. “I should get home, I have a game tonight, and I have to shower and all. It was really nice meeting you, Jack.”
“Same here, Crystal.” He smiled and walked her to the door, shutting it behind him as she walked out and breathing a sigh of relief. It had been a long time since he had gotten a hard-on like this without physical stimulation, and she did it with a mere bend of her waist and lift of the leg. He wanted his little cheerleading neighbor big time.
He went upstairs to shove a porno in his bedroom VCR and relieve himself of the huge load sitting in his balls. He slipped his jeans off and settled on his bed, wrapping his hand around his thick, hard shaft as the first scene opened to a girl taking it hard from behind, moaning lustily on her knees. He closed his eyes and pictured Crystal on her hand’s and knee’s in front of him in her short cheerleading skirt, rubbing her nipples and whimpering for his big dick, and crying out in pleasure as he pushed inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard and deep.
An idea passed through his head and he slid off the bed and over to his window, pushing the lace curtain slightly aside to look into Crystal’s window. She apparently had just emerged from her shower, because she stood in the window in a bath towel, brushing out her wet hair. He kept jerking his dick, his breath quickening, and let a low groan escape his mouth when she dropped the towel, standing naked.