Simon Says, I Do, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-11-15. Times viewed: 8556.
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- Intro: Bored housewife attacks the neighbor boy
He is cute. Young and lives right next door. My husband being away on business for one thing or another made for some lonely nights. This college student home for summer vacation was a nice distraction. He sunned himself, having the luxury of time and no job to busy himself. Spoiled I’d say- his father said he needed time for studies and rest, to keep his GPA at the top of the class. Whatever. All I saw was a hot young man who always had a book in his hand. Either he was gay and trying to hide it- or he was shy and didn’t know what to say to girls.
Throwing a BBQ party was one way to get closer. Our pool was surrounded with neighbors drinking beer and margaritas. Little kids running around, a handful of bored high school students and him. Sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the yard reading yet another book.
Instead of playing the great hostess, I pulled up a chair next to the young man. He glanced nervously at me, I smiled. “I’m Nadia,” I said holding out my hand.
He took it, and I was relieved when he didn’t shake it like a limp dick. “Simon.”
“Love In the Time of Cholera.”
He looked at the cover of the book as if it gave up a secret. “Yeah.”
“Romance novels? For fun or academics?”
“Oh my. Do you have a girlfriend?” He shyly shook his head, his eyes darting everywhere but at me. “Gay?” That got his attention. He looked me in the eyes and shook his head defiantly. “Would you like to have sex?” His jaw tried to touch his chin. “I’d love to with you, if you’re interested.” He quickly scanned the party. “Simon, you don’t have to if-“
“Aren’t you married? Isn’t your husband that guy at the grill?”
“Yeah. But he’s gone so often and he’ll be too drunk to get it up later and I could really use a good fuck.” Simon nervously giggled. “You don’t have to decide now, I-“
He quickly stood and glanced around again. “Where? Where would-“
“Guest room upstairs.” Simon bit back a smile and nodded, his eyes on the grass. “Third door on the right. Meet you there-“ Before I could even finish my sentence he was striding quickly to the house.
Well, hells bells. Simon is ready and willing. Fucking fantastic.
I was going to wait ten minutes, but after seeing him bolt to the house, my pussy was screaming that I should get my ass upstairs. Crossing the yard was like dodging social mines. One false step or word and I’d be stuck in lame conversation. “Getting more ice! Be right back!” Was my mantra as I passed neighbor after neighbor. The stairs in sight, I quickened my pace. As soon as my feet hit the first step I ran. In seconds I was in the guestroom, my back against the door- locking it.
“Oh Simon,” I sighed seeing him already stripped down and lying on the bed. His cock was a sight I had longed to see. “Is that for me?” He nodded adamantly, still biting back a smile. I locked the shared bathroom- didn’t want anyone to walk in.
The bed was nestled in the bay window overlooking the back yard. Lace curtains let in light but kept things private.
“This shouldn’t take long,” I said quickly undoing my bikini top and lifting my skirt. His eyes widened when he saw the lack of panties. “Been wanting to do this since you moved in.” He blushed, it was cute. As I set a knee on the bed, I loved it when he reached for me, his hands sliding up under my skirt and finding my hips. He led me to his lap as if I couldn’t find the way. “Right to fucking?” He nodded and the smile finally won, he was sooo cute. Quiet and cute. “You don’t want me to suck-“ he shook his head as he stared at my pussy. I was wet enough. I had gushed when I saw him run toward the house.
When I touched his dick his eyes closed and he sighed. He inhaled and lifted his head when he felt the tip of him touch my cunt.
“You’re long.” I said wondering if this would hurt. My husband was a little thicker but this kid had at least three inches more dick. My body slowly slid down his cock, stopping about an inch from his base when I felt him hit my pussy’s dead end. “Oh fuck kid. You’re touching something no man has reached before. I can’t even sit on you all the way.”
“Really?” He gently poked his hips up, feeling the inside of me. “I’ve bottomed out?” I nodded. “Cool.”
Cool. I smiled. Cool it is.
Leaning forward I slowly let his cock slide out almost all the way and then sat up, slowly stuffing him back in. Long and slow strokes.
“Mmmmm, Simon. I’ve never had that much dick before.”
“Really?” I nodded. “Cool.”
Cool again. I giggled.
“Can I fuck you? I mean, can I do you?” he asked.
“How do you want me?”
“Facing the window, holding onto the bed.” I stood on the bed, my pussy was unhappy without a dick. Holding on to the brass rail of the antique bed, I bent over. He was tall, his cock lined up well with my cunt when I spread my legs a little. He grasped my shoulder and hip, sliding his dick back in and hissing with pleasure when it touched my cervix. “That’s so cool. That I’ve reached the end of you.” I nodded in agreement, watching the party downstairs.
“I see your parents down there.”
He started fucking. “I see your husband. What would he do if he saw me fucking you?”
“Get pissed. But probably want to watch.” I made that up- no way would he watch, he’d be too blinded with fury.
“Open the window, I want to hear them.” I looked over my shoulder at him, he wasn’t kidding. I opened the window and a breeze fluttered the curtains. The sound of chatting, laughter, classic rock and kids wafted through the room. It sounded wrong once Simon started battering his cock in me- bodies slapping into one another. “Where do you want me to come?”
“Where do you want to?”
“Your tits.” I nodded and he groaned, fucking faster. “Gonna come soon. Get ready-“ he pulled out, I turned and got on my knees. I loved the idea of him covering my tits with his come. When I saw where he was aiming though, I knew he had changed his mind. I closed my eyes and felt the first shot hit my cheek. “Yes, your face.” Another hot spurt got my chin. My cheek again and my lips. The hot liquid started to streak down my face. Simon took his cock and poked my lips with it. “Clean it.” Not my favorite thing to do, but I sucked his wilting dick while I stroked his balls. He pulled out of my mouth, lifted his cock and rubbed his balls on my cheek, smearing it with his come. “Now clean my balls.” One soft egg in my mouth, I suckled it gently, cleaning it. Then I sucked the other, ending with the lightest nibbles on his sack.
I was bummed I hadn’t come but thrilled he had let me go this far.
“Lie down on your back.” I did and he buried his face between my legs. His tongue attacked my clit, a finger circled my cunt’s edge as he rubbed his rehardening cock on my my leg. His tongue flicked my clit like a kid playing with a light switch- it was agonizingly good.
“Yes Simon! Like that!” I had forgotten the window was open but figured the stereo kept me from being heard. Two fingers slipped into my cunt, his thumb taking over clit duties and his mouth finding a nipple to suck. “Oh god!” I writhed under him, feeling his dick growing again. “I’m about to come Simon- I-“ He lifted his head to smile devilishly at me and then double his finger movements. My body shook under him, making him smile again.
“Over,” he said pulling out of me and flipping me onto my left side. He laid beside me and lifted my right leg over his shoulder. Shoving himself back in. I gasped. He was getting in almost too deep- my cervix was pissed. Fucking upwards into me, he surprised me when he leaned in to kiss me. He pulled away gasping. “I’ve fucking needed this. Thank you.”
“Likewise,” I panted.
He shoved two fingers in my mouth, the same two that had made me come earlier. “Wet them,” he said. Saliva wasn’t in short supply, when he removed his digits they were soaked. He leaned in to kiss me again, our faces bumping while we fucked. He bit my upper lip as his fingers circled my asshole. They pushed, pushed again. They didn’t go in- I took a breath and he slid his tongue into my mouth.
I jumped and he shoved the fingers in to the hilt making me cry out. They pumped and bent inside me, feeling incredible. He suddenly yanked away, fingers, cock, mouth- gone. He was kneeling over me. He grabbed my legs and put me on my back. Then he pushed my legs up at the same time, until my heels were under the brass headrail of the bed. With my legs basically over my head, he had a spectacular view of my slit and holes.
Not knowing what he was going to do I was surprised when he leaned over to the nightstand and plucked the antique silver hairbrush off the table. I felt the cool metal touch my cunt opening, he paused and then slowly slid it in. He pumped it a few times- my body wanting to reject the temperature change. Then it withdrew and I felt the soft horse hair bristles brush over my outer thigh and buttock. A thousand tingles were raised, making me shiver. He did the other side, a small Mona Lisa smile on his lips as he did it. I sighed, it was like a dry brush massage at the spa.
Then I felt the handle pressing my asshole, it broke past the tight muscle and slowly sank into me. The bristles were pressed against my slit, just out of reach of my clit. Simon straddled the head of the brush and slid his cock into my eager cunt. It felt so good to be full- to feel him stretching me. Simon groaned and I lifted my head to see what made him so happy. He pulled back, showing me the bristles brush over his balls as he thrust in and out of me. They were soft, but not soft enough for a fast fuck.
Simon kept fucking, holding the brush deep inside of me.
“Yes Simon, I love that.” The fingers of his free hand spread my pussy lips wide. The soft breeze and his body coming in contact with my clit was bringing me to the edge fast. His groaning only said the same thing.
Having enough on his sensitive balls, he twisted the hairbrush in my ass. That did me in. I choked on a scream, my body thrashing on the bed. Simon let go of my pussy and the brush and leaned forward on his hands. His back arching fast, he grunted, “Tomorrow. Again. This.”
“Fuck yes,” I panted.
Satisfied, he pounded himself into me with all his might. This orgasm caught me unprepared- a scream lept from my throat. Hearing it, Simon bucked, his balls forcing out come at alarming rates. Each shot pulled his hips- making him lurch and grunt several times before he collapsed on top of me.
Lying there, he kissed my breast and eventually moved his head to mouth a nipple. I sighed, it felt nice after being fucked like a wild animal.
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