The Neighbor Next Door - Cassandra Dee Page 0,23

my breast, the other pushing my thighs apart, the man gives in and pushes his huge, thick cock into my swollen pussy. I gasp. The strange mixture of pleasure and pain is a completely new experience and yet incredibly dazzling. My pussy is so tight, and Trent has to really push, working that huge cock in. I claw at his chest, full of desperate lust.

“Wait, Janie,” he breathes. “Are you okay?” I nod, panting.

“It’s so good! Go on,” I plead.

But he’s holding totally still, that massive form poised above my curvy one.

“You’re too tight, Janie,” he groans, still not moving. Oh fuck, he’s not even halfway inside me. “You’re too small.”

“Go on,” I plead again. “Just do it, I need you to fuck me. I’m dying for it Trent!”

And with a groan of intense pleasure, he slides his cock further in, and I feel a strange popping sensation that makes me gasp. He stops again, looking at my face, but seeing I’m okay, the man moves forwards deeper, slow and strong until I feel his balls nestle against my ass cheeks.

“Finally,” I moan, out of breath and yet wanting more, making him grin.

“Now it gets really good,” he murmurs against my cheek, and with another groan of lust, he thrusts and starts fucking me for real, massive body moving like a machine his cock slides in and out of my pussy, making me moan.

It still hurts a little, but I don’t even notice. The feeling of being taken and completely owned by this man is overwhelming, and I grip his shoulders, urging him onwards.

“Unnnh,” I moan deliriously, eyes falling shut. “Oh Trent.”

He suddenly grabs my arms and pins them behind my head, changing the pressure of his pubic bone on my clit as he pushes his cock upward against a place inside my pussy that suddenly has me gushing. Juices run down my thighs in a waterfall and I squeal.

“Oh god, Trent, I think - I think you’re gonna make me cum,” is my moan, and a certain light enters his eyes then. Trent clenches his jaw as he fucks me harder, pushing his cock up and against that special spot until my legs are shaking and the orgasm begins to build from a place deep inside.

Suddenly, it happens. My pussy clenches once, squeezing his cock hard as I come, before dissolving into a series of earth-shattering tremors. Simultaneously, I feel his shaft seize up inside me, pulsing, as he pulls my head back and bites my throat. And with that, the man explodes. He ejaculates hard inside me, hot pulses of creamy white froth exploding deep into my body.

“Unnh, FUCK!” he roars against my throat. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

I’m mewling with pleasure as well, waves thundering in my ears as we climax together.

“Oh Trent!” is my helpless shriek, my pussy fucked so good. “Yes yes yes! Give it to me!”

But as we moan and writhe together, a sudden shriek pierces the ecstasy, making me jump. What was that? It sounded like a siren and my eyes fly open of their own volition.

Oh shit shit shit! It’s Vivian! My MOM is here! And she’s shrieking at us, pointing one finger accusingly as her mouth forms words that are impossible to make out. But there’s no doubt about one thing: she’s furious.

My heart’s hammering in my chest as I watch Vivian practically tear her hair out, but I still can’t make out what’s she trying to say.

But Trent knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Holy shit,” he growls, carefully pulling his thick, bicycle tire of a cock out of my tight pussy. It looks obscene, that hot rod still pulsing and dripping with lust, but I want it. And anger starts boiling up inside of me. Because what the hell? Why is my mom here, spying on us? We’ve been robbed of this precious moment by my intolerable, screeching mother, who is inexplicably standing not ten feet away.

“Mom! Shut up!” I yell at her suddenly, which miraculously, works. Her mouth snaps shut even if those eyes are still shooting daggers. “What is your problem? What are you even doing here?” I spit. She glares at me as I wobble to my feet, grabbing my clothes. Trent’s tucking his cock into his jeans and straightening his t-shirt.

“How dare you tell me to shut up! You're a child! And he -” Vivian breathes, as she points accusingly with one long, claw-like fingernail to Trent. “-is an ex-con!” she continues.

Huh? I glance at Trent, who avoids my