Covet Thy Neighbor's Son Ch. 03

She sensed that he had awoken, she could feel the shift in the urgency of his thrusts, and she felt his eyes burning into her as he moaned his pleasure. She felt his gentle tug, heard the clang of metal against metal, followed by an even harder tug and clang. "What the fu... Janice?" She did not look up, her mouth sliding deeper onto his pulsing cock. "What... the fuuuck is this?" Despite his protesting, his hips never lost momentum as he thrust gently into her fevered mouth. "Ge... get this shiiiit off!" She sucked hard as she worked her way up, her mouth coming off him with a loud plop.

"Oh! You're awake. Good." She favoured him with her sweetest smile. "I was just about to start this party without you."

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Goddamn it all to hell... The crazy bitch!

Brandon yanked his wrists again to the same frustrating clank. He recalled a movie he'd seen when little—some writer strapped to a bed in a cabin by his 'number one fan'—and the thought threatened to freak him completely. It was countered by the smooth descent of her mouth towards the base of his cock, lips stretching to accommodate as she sucked and sank. His initial thrusting was spontaneous, a young man's involuntary response to a woman's wet mouth. Then as he rattled the cuffs vainly against the bedrail, his hips shunted hard, angrily attempting to fuck her throat. Damn you, Janice, I'll show you a fucking party!

But she had the control. Her head would rise, mouth shifting to foil him in his upward-driving efforts. She brought her lips right off him and stared wickedly into his eyes, tongue flicking his tip into a fury of wild sensation. He writhed and bucked in response, helpless to stop himself. "Big macho man wants to fuck again. Look, he's all frustrated."

"Fuck you, Janice."

"That's what I said, weren't you listening?" Her tongue lathered the head of his cock some more and his head lolled back onto the covers. "Of course," she said, tongue retracting once more, "if you're gonna take a pissy attitude, I could leave your cock alone altogether. Then where would you be?"

"No..." He was way too stimulated to countenance that threat for a second. "No, don't do that."

Janice shifted her fleshy naked body between his legs, shoving them apart and trailing her tongue-tip up one inner thigh. He gasped in response, his chest convulsing. "You gonna tell me why I shouldn't?" She stared at him from between his legs, tongue flickering shy of his balls, then followed a wet slithering trail on his opposite thigh. "After you've been such a disrespectful boy."

Brandon groaned at her hot breath all over his nut-sack. He groaned deeper when his neighbour moved again, deliberately avoiding the cock that lay extended and pulsing on his belly, and planted a series of moist kisses from navel to Adam's apple. She licked upwards, following his neck's curve to the tip of his chin. "God, a girl would think you'd had no churching up at all the way you treat her. Like all you want to do is sink that big throbbing fucker in her pussy and pump hard. Well maybe it's time you learned some patience."

You were the one who went looking for this, you... you... In his circumstances giving vent to his fury would serve him nothing, he knew. "C'mon, Janice, don't do this."

"'Janice'? What's with the 'Janice'?" She began tongue-teasing back and forth on his erect nipples, tits brushing against his ribs and belly. "Not so long ago I was 'Mrs Cooper'. I think we need to get back to some gentlemanliness, don't you?"

"Sure, whatever, Mrs Cooper." What was the bitch playing at? She began to suck on one nipples, lacquered fingernails stroking up and down on his groin. His neglected cock strained and twitched. "C'mon, cut me a break here..."

"Is that 'please' I hear, Brandon?" She circled his nipple, then flicked the tip repeatedly and hard. Fuck!

"Yes. Yes, please."

"What, are you begging?"

He answered through teeth clenched in anger—anger defeated by lust. "Yes, I'm fucking begging."

"Begging for what? Tell me exactly what you're begging for."

"For you to suck my cock. Please, Janice—Mrs Cooper. Suck my fucking cock. I'm begging, okay?"

She laughed that evil throaty laugh of hers. "Well since you asked so nicely..."

Janice climbed about and straddled his face, her palm closing around the base of his cock and prising it from his stomach. It happened all at once, her mouth closing around him and drawing a sigh of deep enjoyment, as her splayed pussy descended. Brandon registered what was about to happen the instant before it did—he could see the glisten of the semen still flowing from his seducer's gash. But desire had side-lined caution until too late. Janice's sticky sex landed on his open mouth and ground itself there so that his own salty ooze slimed his tongue. The reflex to turn his head and spit was foiled by her thighs clamping his head, so that the sperm-glazed folds of her cunt continued to slither.

Fuck! Goddamn bitch! His mind was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was threatening to smother him in the taste of his own sperm, even as her mouth sucked him halfway to the balls. Vainly he jammed the chain of the cuffs against the bedrail, wanting to make Mrs Janice Cooper pay all over again. He was rock-hard once more and even the indignity she was forcing upon him couldn't wilt him a jot. Her hot cunt smeared his mouth and nose as she gobbled him and he thrust desperately, body straining to free itself and take physical control of her once more. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of this woman and he'd do it once he got the chance... God, what had his neighbor done to him? What the hell was she turning him into?

Somehow he had to wrest back control of the situation, but if not physically, how the hell else? Come on, guy, get a grip on yourself.

Easy said. He was fighting desires which seemed to rule him as strongly as the cuffs which secured him to the bed. But every betrayal of his seething lust only served to encourage Janice in her tormenting. He had to play her at her own game, if only he had a clue how. If only he could focus, with the woman's sex smothering him and her mouth sucking up every coherent thought. Play her at her own game...

Before he had time to consider further she released her guzzling control of his cock and drew her sopping pussy free of his face. He made vigorous efforts to spit himself free of his own taste as she climbed about him, perching herself above, thighs in a V either side of his loins. His erection was a great hard slab, lying there thwarted in doing what it so desperately needed to. Janice swept back her hair with both hands, panting and laughing, her magnificent breasts thrust out like a twin taunt.

"God, sweetheart, if you aren't the funnest toy I've ever had to play with..." She paused and regarded him slyly, as he gasped in air and stared back his defiance. "Now what to do?" She bent down over him and pillowed her tits lightly against his chest. "Make you beg some more or turn you loose? Choices, choices..."

Her self-assured grin made it clear... She hadn't a clue as to the mistake she was making.

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Brandon's expression was one of unadulterated anger, a newfound passion burning behind his darkly brooding eyes. Janice had no doubt that if he had been unrestrained, he would've leapt on her like the ravenous animal he had become -- the one she had unleashed -- and that one thought in itself was motivation enough for her to want to free him. However, she was having too much fun toying with the boy, schooling him as to the identity of the real alpha. Well that and her smarting flank would not allow her to forget the spanking he had given her -- the unsolicited, albeit deliciously sexy spanking that could not go unpunished.

He was her toy. She had chosen him for a reason, one that now eluded her as her pussy quaked with pent-up desire. She had planned for weeks, teasing and enticing subtly until she felt that he was ripe for the picking, ready to do her salacious biding. She had not planned on the boy's darker nature surfacing and literally slapping her on the ass, but that was just one more thing she would use to her advantage. Fuck you, Janice? Oh yes big boy, you will...

She kissed his neck, tongue and teeth feasting on his flesh, feeling his sharp intake of air as her nails raked gently up and down his sides. Janice's hips rocked slowly, her moans lost in the fevered kisses she trailed across his neck and strong jaw line, rough hairs grazing her clit as she rubbed herself against his taut balls. Steady now. Don't you dare lose control, Janice. She could feel his cock harden and twitch against her, its pressure against her tummy serving as a promise of raptures to come.

"Goddamn you, Janice..." His voice trembled, his breathing ragged as she moved higher, her slick folds sliding slowly up the length of his cock.

She ran her tongue slowly along his bottom lip as she slid higher, rubbing up against the head of his cock, her voice a breathy caress as she whispered against his lips, "Does that mean you don't want me to stop?"

She could feel his thighs tremble against hers, his eyes darkened by a combination of anger and desire as they bore into her, but his only reply was a sharp intake of air to vainly stifle a moan. She admired his control even as it annoyed the hell out of her. This young fledgling could actually match her crafty erotic wiles.

"Or maybe... just maybe you want me to stop." She flashed him her sweetest smile as her pussy lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him teasingly soft. "All you need to do is ask nicely..."

Janice felt his thigh muscles tighten a mere second before she read the meaning in his smirk. Getting wrapped up in teasing him had made her careless and she was about to pay for her lapse of concentration in the most delicious way. That was her last coherent thought before his hips drove and his cock plunged into her depths with a ferocity greater than any she'd felt before in her life.

Oh fuck, Janice, you've created a monster!

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Yes! Fuck yes! Back where it belongs! Take that, Janice!

The look of astonishment on her face was every bit as gratifying as the physical sensation. Not so smug now, eh? He withdrew and rammed himself back in again, the thrust fuelled by combustion of pent-up lust. Her hands closed on his hair in response, tugging hard on the roots, her fraught face inches from his. He ignored the pain and surged again, jamming himself deep. Sweet taunting smile was replaced with the darkness of desire. A little patience and a stroke of luck had put an ace back in his constrained hand.

"Gonna prise yourself off this cock, Janice? Are you? I don't think so. You know why?"

She hovered above him, hands still clutching, eyes ablaze. He held the thrust, hard and fast inside her. "Why?" she asked, her voice a breathless rasp.

"'Cos you need it inside you, don't you? You need it right... here." He provided another fierce thrust to illustrate. She cried out and gripped like she meant to uproot his hair. "Mr Cooper's not providing, is he?" Is he?" He boned her again, snarling into her face.

"No," she grated, resentful at either him or her husband, or maybe both. "No, he's not."

"And you want me to instead, right?"

She breathed deep, staring sweatily in his eyes, the beginnings of a begrudging amusement in her face. "Yes, Brandon, I do."

"Then why don't you unlock these handcuffs, so I can get on with doing what you so clearly want me to do?" He ground his hips into hers, cock squeezing tight inside her tunnel; her eyes rolled in semi-delirious response, even as her one hand went searching around the bedding for the key.

"It's here. Hang on. Hang on..." She found it and for a few unsteady moments both her hands fumbled with the rattling cuffs. He bode his time, waiting till the metal bracelets had sprung open and he knew himself to be blissfully free. Result.

"That's more like it." He could hear the snarl in his own words. His newly-released hands shot up, one seizing Janice around the side of her neck, the other grappling one of her gorgeous tits. Having secured her in this double-hold, he subjected her to a rapid-fire pelvic pumping, the head of his cock jamming deep inside her cunt. Yeah-yeah-yeah, fuck yeah. Take it, Janice, fucking take it. Take it as far as it'll fucking go. "You like that? That's what you wanted, right?"

All she could manage was a deep extended moan, punctuated by his jolting thrusts. He firmed up his grip on both neck and breast and gave it to her, every sinew of his body straining. She couldn't even scowl, such was the brute force of his cock-action. Take it, take it, take it... Fuck!

He pushed her upright and clapped hands to her hips, the better to see those fabulous tits oscillate as he bucked beneath her. Come on, bounce on it, bitch! Let's see you ride this! The sentiment was way beyond articulation; all his strength and focus was invested in the furious fuck. His fingers sank into her hips like he was squeezing putty and his eyes fixated on the hypnotic up-and-down motion of her breasts. God, she looked amazing, and her pussy was a tight muscle sucking urgently at his length, even as it surged. Incensed, he dragged her down again, lifted his hips off the bed and plunged repeatedly to the core of her. Her sweat dripped on him and fucked incoherence poured from her mouth. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I'll give you what you need, Janice. I'll give you what you fucking need and no half-measures...

He clamped his hands to her ass-flesh and lifted. "Come on, get off me." She did what she was told. Hell, she knew who was in charge now. Once she had un-impaled herself, he slid off the bed and took her with him, clutching by the hair. "On your knees. On your knees, Janice, and do what you do best." This was sweet. This was how Janice Cooper needed to be treated and they both knew it. He shoved and she went down—on her knees and on him, gobbling him up like the trooper-slut she was and sucking like a state champion.

Hell yeah! He gripped her hair and rammed her down onto his huge wet erection, eyes burning into hers. "Suck that cock, lady, and suck it good. You wanted it, well now you've damn-well got it." This eighteen-year-old guy's life had just achieved epic.

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Janice no longer cared who was in control -- there was nothing wrong with being the lucky bitch at the fuck-end of the alpha. Her pussy felt bruised in the most delicious way imaginable and she had a mouthful of cock that promised another instalment in her long-planned-for fuck-fest with her seriously underestimated young stud, what more could a girl ask for?

"Yeah, that's it, ohhh yes, just like that..." His eyes were locked onto hers, voice thick with desire as he pushed her down onto his cock.

She could tell that he was trying hard to control his thrusts, his muscles knotted as he tried desperately to restrain himself. He was using her mouth to stave off his orgasm. Son of a bitch was using her like a fucking tool. He sure as hell was a fast learner. His entire body was one huge coiled organ as he stood there, rock solid in more ways than one, his grip on her hair loosening as he shunted her head back and forth. All she could do was moan onto his swelling cock, every inch of her wanton body caving to his desires -- their desires were the same after all -- to fuck and be fucked.

"Looks like I finally found a way of getting you to shut up." His grin spoke volumes of what he had in store for her. "Much as I hate to interrupt the blissful silence, I'm afraid there is something else I'd much rather be doing to you right about now." He pulled her off his cock, still gripping a handful of her hair and propelled her backward onto the bed. "Go on then, lift those gorgeous legs, Mrs Cooper. Let's test the real benefits of having a daily yoga regime."

Little fucker! How does he know that I do yoga? Janice lifted her legs dutifully, her eyes never leaving his face. She marvelled at the expressions chasing each other across his face as he watched her spread open, offering all of her treasures up for his perusal. How she wished that her husband could take control the way this young boy just had. All these years she had been the one in control, with both her husband and her lovers alike, she needed to assert herself if there was ever any pleasure to be had. Being submissive was new to her and she liked it. This young stud had turned the proverbial tables on her and she had finally realised that that was what had been missing in her life all along. She had needed someone who would take the time to make her feel wanted -- even if it meant being used for his own pleasure.

"Yeah, I can see the cogs turning in that beautiful head of yours, Janice." Liar! She doubted he could see anything but her wide open pussy, his gaze had not averted for even a split second since she'd raised her legs.

"So tell me, big boy... how wide do I have to open up before you stick that cock in me?" And just for effect, she spread her legs even wider.

His weight pushed her legs down as he leaned forward, forcing them all the way until her knees rested against her shoulders. "I guess that yoga is really about to pay off now."

His mouth captured hers in a lip-bruising kiss at the same time his hips lifted and thrust home. She wasn't sure if she moaned with pleasure or pain, but the moan was lost in the kiss as he plunged his entire length into her with his initial thrust. Never before, in all of her thirty-eight years, had Janice Cooper felt as completely filled and fulfilled as she did at that moment. She felt every twitch of his thickly veined cock as her walls wrapped around him, squeezing gently as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She groaned deeply, hips lifting to spur him on. No more grinding and teasing, she needed to be fucked.

His whisper in her ear was breathy with controlled lust. "Safe to assume Mr Cooper leaves a bit to be desired, right?"

Janice nodded, and then shook her head. Fuck! What was the question again?

He stayed close, soft tingles coursing through her desire-heightened body as his breath fanned her ear. "Ready to be fucked now, Mrs Cooper?"

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah, baby. Any damn way you like."

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Tight inside the recesses of Janice Cooper's cunt, Brandon found the home for which he'd never known he was looking. This was where his cock belonged, buried to the hilt inside a woman's hot welcoming sex. Such a delicious fit―that snug sleeve expanding to take all his bulging length. Clutching him, pulsing around him, bathing him in wet secretions. This woman's pussy loved his dick.

She was panting beneath him, thighs squishing her bountiful tits, her stare fixed on him through the delirium which threatened to overwhelm her. For the first time he truly saw it―the need belied by all her mockery and tease, the gasping desire which cried out to be quenched. How the hell, he thought, could any man leave this woman so neglected? What a crazy waste. Well if Mr Cooper hadn't the balls to fuck his own wife the way she craved, then it fell to him, the gardener from next door.

With that thought he all but unsheathed his cock and slammed it back in, extracting an other-worldly scream from Janice's throat. That set the benchmark for every subsequence stroke he launched into her, each one plumbing her molten depths and forcing a howl from her lungs. There you go, lady, what―you―need. Damn it, what I fucking need. God in Heaven, did he. What―was he expected to store it all up till he met some nice girl, when every day lust welled up from the pit of him? When he could plunge his hard shaft between this woman's thighs into that sinful sucking wetness? He leaned his upper body hard into her and let his pelvis do the work, pumping out push-ups to make his sports-coach proud. Fucking his hot married neighbor's cunt like a practised stud. Hard and deep and relentless, churning up her juice-box till she screamed.