Rob and Yvonne were so happy to at last have found a suitable house to rent. Their marriage was just a week off and they'd been beginning to despair at the possibility or finding something affordable.
Having looked all through the house, they locked the door and, hand in hand, wandered around to the back garden.
"Hello," a cheery voice called out.
They both turned to see the next door neighbour over the low dividing wall. He was a scrawny looking, bald headed man in about his sixties, he had a happy face and was smiling as he approached the low boundary wall which was just a couple of feet high and really only a marker rather than any sort of wall providing privacy.
"Are you moving in," he asked.
Rob introduced himself and Yvonne, and told the man, whose name was Tony, that they were about to be married and would be moving in after their two week honeymoon.
Tony immediately congratulated them on their forthcoming marriage, and offered to help with anything they wanted in regards to their house moving or collecting the mail, etc while they were away.
Rob took up this offer by asking if Tony would let the delivery men into the house the following day.
"Of course," Tony had helpfully agreed as Rob gave him the key.
Thanking Tony and saying goodbye, Rob and Yvonne wandered off, hand in hand, towards their car. "He seems like a nice old guy," Rob said, "it's good to have good neighbours."
Tony, after this brief encounter, had hidden himself behind some thick bushes and spent time gloating over Yvonne's short skirt which flounced around when she walked, and which came to about, half way up her lovely, young thighs. He leered lecherously at her lovely small breasts which bulged lasciviously beneath her tight little top.
"A brand new bride. Mm, I'd love to teach the little bitch all about her duties in bed," he lecherously grinned, "such a lovely, sweet and innocent looking little thing too, and obviously so very much in love. Ah, I'd like to fuck her and pervert that pure love of hers."
As soon as the happy young couple drove off, Tony himself went to his car and drove the short trip to the hardware store. "Hello," he said to the person serving, "I'd like a duplicate key cut to match this one please."
* * * *
The following day, Tony was there to let the furniture delivery men into the neighbouring house, then, as soon as they were gone, he entered himself to check just what his sexy new neighbour had in the way of goods.
He took just a cursory look at the small amount of furniture, but when he noticed the baggage that looked as if it may contain personal things, he took much greater interest.
He opened the first trunk and quickly closed it up again when he saw that it was mainly linen and odds and ends.
The second case was much more interesting to him. "Aha," he gloated when he saw that it contained personal clothing.
He was very careful not to leave any sign that the contents had been disturbed. He carefully lifted each pair of Yvonne's sexy little panties out one at a time and studied them admiringly.
A couple of delicate little camisoles had him grinning and muttering filthy words as he then moved onto the sexy little, nylon half-slips, sexy lace topped stockings and lovely little lace trimmed bras.
Going back to Yvonne's panties he took his already hard cock out and began stroking himself until his cum began to dribble out. He lecherously smeared a small amount of his cum onto the gussets of all of the pairs of panties, then made sure to pack all of the underwear away so as to look undisturbed.
Tony spent some time looking through a couple of photo albums and paying particular attention to those photos of Yvonne at the beach in her tiny little bikini. He also found a number of most private love letters that the young couple had exchanged at various times. He read all of Yvonne's personal thoughts that she had recorded in her diary which was packed away at the bottom of the trunk.
Having checked out everything of interest, he took the photo albums back to his house and spent some time scanning the photos of Yvonne onto his computer.
Having done that, he went back into his neighbour's house, carefully packed everything away so that it looked untouched, and locked up the house.
Later that day, Rob arrived and thanked Tony profusely for letting the delivery men in and locking the house again.
"That's quite ok, that's what neighbours are for," Tony said cheerily as he handed the key back to Rob. "I hope that the delivery men left everything clean and tidy," Tony added. "I didn't like to go inside your house myself."
"You're too fastidious," Rob laughed. "You could have gone in if you'd wanted to."
"No, no," Tony replied, "your house is your own private domain and I wouldn't want to appear to be nosey."
"What a nice old guy," Rob later on told Yvonne. "We're lucky to have a neighbour like him."
* * * *
Soon, the young married couple returned from their honeymoon. Tony kept an eye out for any sign of his sexy, young neighbour, and perved on her from his window at every opportunity. At night he sat slowly masturbating as he looked over the photos of Yvonne which he had on his computer.
It was just two days after their return that Rob had to recommence work. This left Yvonne at home by herself as she had moved from another city and had not yet been able to find work locally.
Tony knew that he mustn't push himself too much onto his neighbours, he just called out "hello" if he happened to be working in his garden when he saw Yvonne, and only a couple of times in that first week, talked to her across their boundary wall.
He was happy that she seemed quite relaxed in talking to him, and was in two minds when she told him that he reminded her of her grandpa. He took some comfort though when she added that perhaps Tony wasn't quite that old.
Tony had, right at the start, hatched a plot that he was going to try out. He'd gone to the local charity shop and searched around for old magazines of the type that would appeal to a young girl like Yvonne. He'd bought a pile of these magazines, and had them ready to use just as soon as he thought the time was right.
It was towards the end of the second week, after he'd talked with his lovely, young neighbour for some time out in the garden, that he decided he should put his plan into action.
In chatting to her earlier on, Yvonne had indicated that she got a bit bored at home alone all of the time.
Tony, seizing on this opening, had told her that his daughter, (fictitious of course,) had left lots of old magazines in the house, and he mentioned that he'd pass them on to Yvonne.
He now selected a few of the magazines that he'd bought, and next time he saw Yvonne hanging out some laundry, he went out with them and gave them to her, saying that there were heaps more if she wanted them.
Careful not to rush things, Tony, a couple of days later, passed on another few magazines, deciding that with the next lot he would "test the little bitch out."
It was a Monday morning and the magazines were ready in a small pile on Tony's kitchen table. There were half a dozen in all, but this time, towards the bottom of the pile, he had slipped in a porno magazine, one on the cover of which, was a lovely picture of two girls sucking on a big cock.
His nervous excitement grew continually as he kept watch out of his window, for a sight of Yvonne in the neighbouring house. Finally he saw her going out of her back door to put a bag of rubbish into the waste bin.
Tony picked up his pile of magazines and going outside, he called out in his usual friendly manner over the little, low boundary wall.
"Hello Tony," Yvonne said smilingly, having become accustomed to their friendly and innocent, little chats.
Tony passed the little pile of magazines to her, and, after a brief, friendly chat they each returned to their own homes.
"Fuck!" Tony muttered to himself when back in his kitchen, "if only this leads somewhere."
The couple of hours that he waited seemed like an eternity, but then he decided that it was long enough and he went out, stepped over the low dividing wall, and going to Yvonne's back door, he knocked with his knuckles.
In a moment Yvonne opened the door, and because of her easy, friendly manner, Tony assumed that she hadn't looked at the magazines nor found the porno book amongst them.
He now put on an act of great embarrassment as he explained to Yvonne that he thought that another magazine, one that must have gotten mixed in by mistake, might be in with the pile that he'd given her.
"What is it?" Yvonne asked quite innocently.
Tony put on a wonderful act of embarrassment. "Well, um ..... this is so embarrassing ..... it's ...... well, um, something that you might find disgusting .... . He then blurted out that it was a sex book with rather crude pictures.
Yvonne blushed noticeably when she heard this, and it was her turn to show embarrassment.
Tony told Yvonne that he would hate it if Rob should find her with it - "what would he think!" he exclaimed - "he would get the wrong idea completely, and all because of a simple mix up."
Tony then told Yvonne that if she could have a look and if the offending magazine was indeed there, if she could just bring it over and toss it onto his back step.
Yvonne with great embarrassment assured him that she would do that if she found the book.
Tony once more was all apologies, and with that they parted with Tony grinning to himself as he walked back across the garden towards to his own house.
Time went on, and Tony began to be happy in the thought that Yvonne must be having a good look at the porno magazine before bringing it back. If she'd been shocked or disgusted, she probably would have come immediately and flung it over the fence.
Eventually, after some three quarters of an hour, he saw Yvonne through his window. She quickly hurried across the garden, lightly stepped over the wall, and had gone to the step and put the magazine down before fleeing back to her own house.
Tony had been quite right in his estimation of Yvonne's actions. She had been so very embarrassed when Tony had mentioned the porno magazine. She'd hurried back inside her house, but had immediately, and very eagerly, taken up the pile of magazines and shuffled through them until she came upon the magazine in question. She'd felt a rush of excitement when she'd seen the cover picture of the two girls sucking and licking at that wonderful, big, hard cock.
Yvonne had felt her lustful excitement rapidly rising as she turned the pages and saw cock after cock fucking girl's mouths and pussys. Her hand had groped at her own pussy and soon she was masturbating freely as she almost drooled over the wonderful pictures in the magazine.
Yvonne twice brought herself to a climax while fantasising about herself sucking all of the wonderful, big cocks in the pictures. She had then thought of the need to return the magazine to Tony. She was again seized with great embarrassment, and had dabbed cold water over her face so as to look not so flushed.
Running back from Tony's back door, she felt relief that he hadn't appeared. She now felt a longing to still be looking over those pictures, although she knew that she'd needed to return the magazine before her husband came home and found her with such crude material.
* * * *
The next day, although he longed to find out what Yvonne's attitude towards him would be, Tony made himself scarce even though he saw his neighbour several times during the morning.
It was late in the day when, knowing that he couldn't stand be kept in suspense any longer, he spied Yvonne going outside to bring in her laundry.
Going outside and putting on a casual air, Tony cheerily called out to Yvonne who showed herself to be quite flustered and shy in talking to him after the business of the previous day with the porno magazine.
Tony again apologised about "yesterday's embarrassment".
"You didn't tell your husband I hope," he asked her, "he wouldn't have been too happy if he thought that I was intentionally giving you that sort of thing."
Yvonne, with continued embarrassment, assured him that she hadn't said a word to Rob about the incident.
"Anyhow," Tony said boldly, and determined to test Yvonne a little, "I suppose a young thing like yourself would probably like those sorts of pictures,"
Yvonne, already looking rather flustered, now blushed bright red, which Tony quickly realised could be interpreted in any way.
Yvonne stammered in absolute confusion, "no ...... I don't." She was so embarrassed that she only wanted to get away, but in her mind she desperately did want to see more of those wonderful photos of lovely, lovely cocks that she had looked at the day before.
Tony knew that it would be best to not push things any further, so he casually said goodbye and they each turned away to go to their respective houses.
Tony couldn't really decide whether his scheme had been of any value or not, but he decided that, because Yvonne had not ignored him and cut him absolutely cold, perhaps there had been some value in the exercise.
On the following couple of days, Tony made a point of going away for the day just to put a little time between he and his neighbour. On the Friday morning however, he greeted Yvonne when he saw her that morning. She seemed a little embarrassed and reserved still, but Tony got her talking about Rob, and about their honeymoon away, and soon she was chatting in her former happy way.
Tony let her chatter away, just making a comment or asking a question here and there to keep her going. Finally, when she said that she should be doing things rather than standing around enjoying the sunshine, Tony knew that it was time that he push her back to where he wanted her.
"OK," he said, agreeing that it was very pleasant standing talking, but that he too had things that he should be doing. They'd just been talking about her husband's work, so it was natural that Tony should make a further comment concerning him. "You didn't tell Rob about that magazine did you," he once more asked.
"No, no, I didn't," Yvonne answered, lowering her eyes in embarrassment, although Tony thought that she didn't display the extreme shame that she'd formerly exhibited.
"I wouldn't want him to know, even if you both like to look at that sort of thing," Tony continued, determined to press ahead.
"No," Yvonne murmured.
"No you won't tell him?" Tony questioned.
"Yes," Yvonne now murmured.
"No and yes," Tony chuckled, "you have me completely confused, and he gave a laugh which seemed to ease the tension with Yvonne.
"No I didn't tell him, and no I won't tell him," Yvonne said, suddenly looking up and smiling slightly.
"Aha, now I know," Tony laughed, and Yvonne gave a giggle.
"It's not that you shouldn't enjoy looking at that sort of thing," Tony continued, "but Rob might get jealous if he knew that you were looking at other men in those sorts of situations."
Yvonne now suddenly became shamefully embarrassed again, and just murmured some reply before saying goodbye and hurrying into her house.
Tony was uncertain how to proceed, but went home pleased that Yvonne was at least showing less embarrassment, and she had indeed told him that she wouldn't mention the matter to her husband.
Yvonne, for her part, had great feelings of guilt when Rob was fucking her that evening - guilt that she had a secret from him, and guilt that she'd so much enjoyed looking at the lewd pictures in the magazine.
The succeeding days, being the weekend with Rob at home, Tony once more made himself scarce in order to give the impression that Yvonne didn't see much of him.
By Monday morning he was decided that he should keep the pressure on his sexy, young neighbour and offer her more porno magazines.With that determination in mind, he selected two magazines that had a delicious array of sluts being fucked and sucking cock, but at this stage he made sure that all pictures in the books were strictly one on on, rather than any threesome or gangbanging scenes.
Sometime later, seeing the opportunity, he slipped the two magazines into a plastic bag and went out to where Yvonne was busy at some activity.
"Hi Yvonne," he called across the intervening lawn.
"Hello Tony," Yvonne replied in friendly tones as she looked up from her work.
"I've only got a minute," Tony said, stepping over the wall and pretending to be in some haste. "I realised that you would have enjoyed looking at that magazine I inadvertently gave you last week. Here's a couple more for you, but make sure that you return them before Rob gets home. Just leave them on my back verandah if I'm not about; I could be a bit late. Must rush now, I'm already running late, Bye."
Tony had rattled this off without a breath as he'd thrust the magazines into Yvonne's hands, and had then hurried back to his house, not giving Yvonne a chance to say anything, and thus assuaging the embarrassment that she began to experience.
Yvonne's embarrassment had risen rapidly as she heard Tony's words, but he had been in such a hurry, and had thrust the bag into her hands so rapidly that she had no time for her shame to take hold. Now she was thrilled - more of those gorgeous men to look at. Her hands trembled as she held the magazines and hurried inside.
Going into the bedroom she tipped up the bag and the two glossy magazines slid out to show lovely, wonderful pictures of men with their lovely, big, hard, erect, magnificent cocks fucking mouth and pussy.
Yvonne's hand immediately went to her pussy, lifting her skirt and slipping beneath her panties. She gloated over the pictures, slowly turning the pages, sometimes going back to compare some gorgeous cock with another on later pages.
For an hour or more Yvonne went back and forth through the magazines. She fantasised about being fucked, both pussy and mouth, by all of those wonderful cocks. It wasn't until she realised that her husband would soon be home, and that she needed to do a number of things, before she thought to return the magazines to her neighbour. It was then that she began to experience feelings of shame, but it must be said that these feelings were very much dampened down by the lustfulness which she was still experiencing.
Adjusting her skirt and smoothing her hair, Yvonne lightly skipped across the lawn, over the low wall, and dashed to the verandah of the adjacent house. She dropped the bag with the two magazines onto the verandah, and dashed lightly back to her own house, thankful that she'd not encountered Tony.
It wasn't much later that Tony arrived back home, and, going straight to the back verandah, he smiled as he picked up the magazines and entered his house. Once inside, Tony carefully leafed through the pages of the magazines. Scattered through the pages he had left a dozen or so tiny little pieces of black cotton thread, and now, searching carefully, he found only one, which indicated that Yvonne must have indeed spent time going through the pages.
Tony was pleased the way the day had gone. His method of delivering the magazines had worked wonderfully well, and to celebrate, he opened a bottle of his best wine.
Yvonne on the other hand, almost felt herself blush when her husband arrived home, and later on, when they were fucking, she was tormented by guilt, and vowed that she'd not do that again.
* * * *
Tony had minimal contact with his neighbour over the next few days. It wasn't by choice. He found he had business matters to attend to, then he had a need to be out of town. He was frustrated by these interruptions, but, after several days of not seeing Yvonne, he considered that it was probably a good thing in the long run.
It was Friday before he was free to once more pursue Yvonne. He selected a single magazine from his extensive collection, and slipped it in a plastic bag.
He went out, placing the bag on the small boundary fence, just across from Yvonne's back door, then got a selection of gardening tools from his shed, and went right down to the back of his garden, away from the house.
He'd planned exactly how he was going to approach this new test to see how far Yvonne would go, and now he began work while awaiting his deliciously, sexy prey.
It was quite a while before Yvonne appeared, and Tony was getting hot and tired. He'd constantly kept an eye on the neighbouring house, and now saw Yvonne come out and go into her garden.
He worked on for a minute or two, then seeing his neighbour picking an armful of flowers, he straightened up and, leaning on his shovel, called out a greeting.
"Hi Tony," Yvonne smiled, "gosh, look at the amount that you've dug. It must be hard work."
Tony replied that it was, but said that he wanted to get it all done so as to plant seedlings. He went back to work digging the soil, then, as if he'd almost forgotten, he straightened up and called as Yvonne continued with her flower collection, "by the way Yvonne, there's another magazine I left on the wall for you. Just toss it on the verandah when you're finished with it." He then immediately went back to his work with his back half turned towards where Yvonne stood.
The ploy of not giving her a chance to say anything, had worked well with Yvonne on the previous occasion, and now Tony used it again, this time with the test that she had to actually go and take up the magazine herself.
Tony didn't dare look in case he scared her from picking up the porno mag, if that was indeed what she would now do. Instead, he kept working and digging diligently for some further half an hour before again straightening up and stretching his tired back. He banged the soil from the shovel, then gathered up the other implements and made his way to the garden shed, then walked back up to his house, swivelling his eyes across to see if the magazine was gone.
"Yes, yes, yes," he triumphantly muttered to himself, "the dirty little slut couldn't resist."
Glancing at the clock, Tony prepared his lunch and felt in a great humour at his latest little triumph.
Time went on and it was almost two hours later when he glimpsed Yvonne hurrying from her house in the direction of his own back verandah. In one hand she held the magazine as she nervously kept glancing around her.
It only took a second before she was dancing back across the lawn, over the small wall, and skipping up the stairs of her house.
"You dirty, little, fucking slut," Tony laughed sneeringly inside his kitchen as he saw her disappear inside her back door. The fucking slut must have been really getting herself off over those pics, and he laughed out loud, a low, evil, exultant chuckle.
* * * *
Once more it was the weekend and Tony had time to take his time in considering exactly how he should proceed. Things were easy now compared with his first uncertain actions. That was three lots of porn now, and the last time she even went over to the fence and picked up the magazine herself - there had been no thrusting it into her hand then - she had really wanted to have it.
He spent lots of time selecting Yvonne's next display of pornography, and eventually, having made his selection, he noted several pics that he was determined to mention to her when he gave it over.
The time came on the Monday morning when he spotted Yvonne. He picked up the magazine, not covered and hidden inside a bag, but open for her to see.
Going outside and calling out to her, he laughingly told her that she was lucky to have such a supply of porno magazines at hand. He watched as she blushed profusely, but then he continued to tell her that he had heaps and heaps of them, and there was no reason why she shouldn't have the chance to enjoy them all. He passed the magazine across, holding it flat so that they could both see the picture of the girl on the cover, spread eagled and being fucked.
Tony was feeling incredible as he did and said all that he'd planned. His cock was as hard as rock in his pants, and he wondered if Yvonne might notice. He was getting bolder by the minute. Yvonne, even though she looked so incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable, had taken the magazine when he'd offered it, and was constantly lowering her eyes in humiliation, though then looking back to Tony's gaze as if hypnotically attracted to his look.
"Tell me afterwards, what you think of the threesome pics with the girl getting the two guys at the same time," he was telling her. "There's something incredibly sexy about a girl with more than one guy working on her," he continued.
Yvonne was in such a state of confusion, embarrassment, shame, humiliation, shock ... you name it, that she couldn't say anything. Tony on the other hand, was getting so worked up that he could say anything. He didn't get the chance however, as Yvonne, just wanting to get away, suddenly murmured a hardly audible "thanks," and almost ran back indoors.
Tony also went back into his house, and after masturbating, began to rue his uncontrolled eagerness, and wondered if he'd ruined all of his prior efforts.
In fact he needn't have worried because inside her own house, Yvonne had almost in a frenzy, flipped through the pages of the magazine to the pictures of the girl being fucked by the two men at once.
While Tony had very quickly brought himself to a climax, Yvonne took her time, slowly stimulating herself with her fingers and sometimes with a nicely shaped cosmetics bottle that she often used for that purpose, all of the time driving herself inexorably to the point of being totally consumed by sensationally lustful feelings.
She imagined herself later on telling Tony how she'd masturbated, how she'd imagined being with those two men, and of having all sorts of wantonly lewd and brazen discussions with her old, but so sexy neighbour.
In truth, she afterwards disregarded all of those lustful thoughts, and wondered if she would be game to say anything at all.
Even though Tony considered that he might have pushed things too far, he was intent on carrying through this latest test that he'd devised for his lovely, young neighbour. He therefore went outside and began to prepare an outdoor chair for repainting, making a point of positioning himself where Yvonne could not avoid him.
Yvonne's lustful delights lasted much longer than Tony's had done. He was outside waiting for almost two hours before he saw Yvonne appear clutching the magazine.
Seeing Tony there, she immediately retreated back inside, unable to brazen out her embarrassment.
Tony became uncertain whether he was in fact doing the right thing by expecting her to bring the porno back to him rather than to leave it on the verandah as she had done before. He kept working at the chair for some time longer, and had almost made up his mind that he should pack up and leave Yvonne to deliver the magazine as she had previously.
In the meantime, Yvonne had, once safely back inside her house, begun again to look through the magazine, and soon began to once more become very sexually stimulated. She was still lustfully examining the magazine when she suddenly realised that her husband would be arriving home very soon.
Grabbing up the magazine, she hurried outside to where Tony had finally decided to pack up and to leave Yvonne to deliver the magazine onto his verandah as she previously had.
Now, seeing Yvonne hurrying across the lawn towards him, Tony was thrilled.
"There you are," Yvonne said as she hurriedly handed the magazine across. She had gained a certain amount of self assurance from the very sexy feelings that were once more stirring her lust.
"How did you like it," Tony said, grinning broadly.
"It's so naughty," Yvonne unashamedly responded with a coy look.
Tony was absolutely thrilled by this somewhat unexpected development. "What did you think of the threesome pics," he excitedly asked.
It was true that Yvonne was feeling very sexy once more, and her embarrassment had been slightly, although not completely, stifled. She now, however, in having Tony ask her outright about the magazine, felt a further surge of lust at her present situation of discussing pornography with her neighbour, and as her mind pictured once more those very wicked photos of the girl with the two lovely men.
"They were beautiful," Yvonne replied in a sexy and dreamy tone and attitude.
This delightful discussion might have gone further, but Yvonne remembering once more that her husband would very soon be arriving home, said, in a voice not at all showing embarrassment, "I must go Tony. Rob will be home at any time now. Thank you for the lovely magazine." And with that she hurried back to her house and disappeared inside.
Tony was delighted by this brief meeting and exchange of words - words ever so brief, but so full of promise. He packed up his work, took the magazine, and went inside to gloat over the lewd, filthy pictures in the knowledge that his lovely young neighbour had been looking at those very same sights.
* * * *
The next day, Tony approached Yvonne as soon as he saw her emptying mail from her letter box. "Do you want some more porn," he asked straight out after they'd exchanged a few words.
Yvonne blushed, but lowering her eyes, said softly, "yes please."
Tony made her wait while he went into his house to get the magazine that he'd already selected for her.
"Look at this," he gloatingly said when he came back armed with the magazine and opened the pages to show the lewd, obscene pictures.
"Gosh," was all that Yvonne could say in her embarrassment.
"Bring it over to me when you've finished with it," Tony told her.
Yvonne kept the magazine all of the day, continually going back to it to lust and marvel at it's wonderful pictures.
Eventually, late in the afternoon, she took the magazine up, walked across the lawn to Tony's back door, and called in a sweet voice, "Tony, are you there?"
Tony immediately came to the door, smiling broadly.
Yvonne handed the magazine over saying "thanks."
"Did you like that one?" Tony grinned.
"They're so bad aren't they," Yvonne said evasively.
"Do they make you want to be bad?" Tony asked, lecherously.
"Oh," Yvonne exclaimed with a giggle and feeling scandalised, "you're so naughty Tony."
"I've got some sex aids that I should give you with these mag's," Tony said, his lust beginning to drive what he was saying, rather than his common sense.
"Oh Tony!" Yvonne gasped in horror. "You're so terrible," and then, but not before she thanked him again for the magazine, she made her escape back to her own house.
Tony did in fact have a collection of sex aids, but had not really thought of giving them to Yvonne. It really had been his lust talking when he'd mentioned them. He now, however, decided that he would actually supply her with one or two and see what happened.
He spent some time deciding upon which things to give to his neighbour, finally deciding on a long, pink, flexible, rubbery dildo that was moulded in the exact likeness of a huge cock.
The following morning he awoke early and couldn't get back to sleep as his brain had immediately begun thinking of Yvonne fucking herself with his long, cock-like dildo.
He waited impatiently and finally, seeing Yvonne's shape moving behind the curtains of her window, slipped the dildo, along with a new tube of K-y lube, into a plastic bag, and went and knocked on his neighbour's door.
Yvonne seemed surprised to see him, but he told her that he had a heap of business letters to write, and thought that he'd give her something before he got stuck into the task. He handed her a fresh magazine and then lifted the bag and said, "and here's some fun things for you."
Yvonne's face flushed bright red when it occurred to her what the "fun things" might actually be. She didn't want to further embarrass herself by looking in the bag or of making any acknowledgement of what they were, so she simply said, "thanks Tony," and left it at that.
On closing the door, it took Yvonne a fraction of a second to check the contents of the bag. "Oh my God," she exclaimed as she reached in and took out the large, fat, pink, rubbery, cock-like dildo, "he really has."
This new development made Yvonne's lust rise in her without her even looking at the magazine. She took everything into her bedroom, opened the magazine at a wonderfully lewd picture, slid her pants down, squeezed a good amount of the lube onto both her pussy and the large dildo, and, laying back on the bed with her legs spread and her knees up, she inserted the dildo and slowly, slowly slid it right up into her wet, slippery pussy and began fucking herself while slowly browsing through the magazine.
Gazing admiringly at the gorgeous big, hard cocks in the pictures, she imagined being fucked by them. Then she began to think of how outrageous it had been of Tony to have given her this lovely dildo. It made her feel even more lustful as she thought of her old neighbour thinking of her using his dildo on herself. She began to go over everything that had happened - first of all the magazine being inadvertently mixed up amongst the others, then Tony deciding that, just because she was young, she must like looking at the pictures, and then more magazines, and now this.
Slowly the realisation came upon her that it hadn't been an accident at all when the porno got mixed up with the magazines. The more she thought about it the more she believed that it had all been a very carefully laid plan by Tony, to get her to this point.
This realisation didn't upset her or turn her off, rather, it excited her more, even though she realised that she had been so naive and gullible.
Tony wants me to fuck myself with his dildo, she thought, and she delighted all the more in the sensation of it as she worked it about in her slippery, wet pussy.
This realisation of the truth came upon Yvonne in two different aspects; on the one hand she understood that Tony had really set her up in this way. The other thing that occurred to her was: she had never thought of Tony as having any sexual designs on her, other than perhaps looking her over all of the time. This latter was probably due to the fact that Tony was some three times her own age.. She now knew this to be false, and that he really did desire her and was doing this in order to groom her for .... her mind reeled ..... for goodness knows what!
She now, as she dildo fucked herself, began to think of Tony fucking her and what it would be like. He was so much older, but look at the way he had pushed her into what she was now doing. Perhaps it would be nice. She began to get more and more excited and worked up the more she thought along these lines.
She realised she was panting hard. Her pussy felt sensational. She let the magazine drop and moved one hand to stimulate herself with her finger while still fucking herself with the dildo.
"Ahhhhhh," she began to moan as the delicious, well known feelings of approaching orgasm began to fill her every sense.
On and on. Now gasping and heaving her body about on the bed, arching her back and pumping her hips frantically as she reached the peak of her climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned and groaned and gasped. The sensations were too much, too wonderful, too lovely, so fabulously gorgeous that she couldn't stand any more.
She fell back panting and gasping. Feeling wonderful.
"Ooooooo," she shuddered as she slowly slid the cock-like dildo from her pussy. She looked at it, all greasy and slimy with the lube and her own bodily juices.
A wicked thought filled her mind. "Oh my God, would I be so brazen," she giggled out loud to herself.
She slipped the greasy, slimy dildo back into the plastic bag, then, dressing herself and taking up the bag and magazine separately, she left the house, and, heart beating excitedly, ran to Tony's back door. She placed the magazine on the door step, hung the bag on the door knob, knocked as firmly as she could on the wood panelling of the door, and then fled in a panic of nervous excitement back to her own house.
Safely inside her house she stood with her back to the door. Panting and with heart racing, she exclaimed, "oh God, what a thing to do," then she laughed a sexy, cheeky laugh. She quickly went to her kitchen window and was just in time to see Tony's door closing; the magazine and bag gone!
Yvonne's lust had not subsided by any means. She thrilled at what she had just done, and once more she went back to the bedroom and played about while imagining fantastic thoughts.
Tony had been having a cup of coffee and pondering over a crossword puzzle. "Hmm, seven letters, unnatural sexual practise, fourth letter 'g'. Of all words I should know this one," he thought, but the word continued to elude him.
A firm rap on the back door roused him although his mind remained occupied with his puzzle.
Opening the door, there was a rustle of the plastic bag and a light thump as it fell and landed on top of the magazine.
"Aha!" Tony exclaimed with a grin as he bent to pick the items up, at the same time glancing about for any sign of Yvonne.
He closed the door and held the bag open to peer in.
"F-u-c-k-i-n-g H-e-l-l," he exclaimed in a long, slow, drawn out way as he looked with amazement at the glistening dildo.
He could not believe it and muttered that, "the fucking bitch is having me on."
Lifting the dildo and sniffing it told him different though. Of course there was the smell of the lube, but unmistakably there was another scent as well, the scent of Yvonne's cunt.
The way the lube and slime covered the cock-dildo also showed how it had been used. The very back end had nothing on it, while from the tip upwards along its length was more just slimy rather than greasy with the lube. Then there was a real "tide mark" where the lube had been pushed up into a wave of grease that marked the furthest extent that the cock had travelled up into Yvonne's cunt. After that point the lube was still thickly smeared as it was when Yvonne first applied it with the tip of her finger.
"You fucking filthy little slut." Tony marvelled.
He kept smelling the scent of Yvonne's sex fluids and slid his finger over the sliminess of the dildo. He took a ruler and measured just how far she'd had it up her cunt - just on seven inches.
"This little bitch is so fucking hot," Tony gloated as he selected another dildo and a short porno dvd.
Tony really didn't think that there was any chance of a sweet, young thing like Yvonne, wanting to fuck with someone like him, but just corrupting her in this way was a great turn on for him.
Yvonne was now back in her bedroom once more masturbating and using her favourite bottle on herself. The knock on the back door startled her and she went to the window. Peering along the length of the house she could see that it was Tony, although she already knew that it would be he.
Not bothering to put her panties back on, she simply pulled her skirt into place and was still smoothing her hair down when she opened the back door.
She looked flustered, and Tony grinned knowingly at her. "I see that you enjoyed my dildo," he said, grinning even more.
Yvonne didn't know what to say, and she simply stood looking at him.
"I've got another fun toy for you to use on yourself," Tony said as he handed the bag containing the second dildo and tube of lubricant to his neighbour.
She peeped into the bag and saw a huge, flexible, plastic cock. She could hardly believe that this was happening to her. She stood there in a daze.
"..... and here is a short little dvd of two guys really going to town on a slutty chick," Tony was saying.
Somehow, she whispered, "thanks," as she took the disc. "I'll return them soon."
"Have fun," Tony gloatingly leered at her with his lecherous grin as she began to close the door.
This was great, he thought, but would he ever be able to take it any further than this sort of thing. He glanced at the windows of the house, wondering if he would be able to spy on his young neighbour, but then decided that it would be a bit risky in broad daylight.
Yvonne reached into the bag and took out the huge, rubbery dildo. "Oh my God, what have I got myself into," she thought. Her thoughts, for a moment, were of shame and contrition, even disgust at what she was doing behind her husband's back ...... but then she put the dvd into the machine and, as it started to play, all thoughts of remorse left her and her lust arose higher and higher. Soon she was sprawled on the floor, fucking herself with that monster dildo, and almost drooling over the two gorgeous men on the film, as they fucked and fucked both pussy and mouth of the girl they had.
* * * *
The following day, Rob was at home and saw Tony doing some small job outside. "Hello Tony," he called out in a neighbourly fashion, "I hardly see you these days."
The two men got together and Rob continued on with what he was saying, by adding, "Yvonne tells me that she hardly ever sees you from one day to the next."
Tony had to stop himself from grinning. "You poor sap," he secretly thought, "if only you knew what your sweet, little wife gets up to." He was pleased to hear that Yvonne was being deceitful to her husband in that way.
They talked of various things, and then Rob mentioned that his wife had hopefully landed a job. This came as a blow to Tony, as it would completely stop the little game that he'd been playing.
"It's just as well too," Rob went on to say. "We're not saving a thing at the moment and will never get on at this rate."
An idea suddenly occurred to Tony. An idea that completely came out of the blue, but one that would be fabulous if it could ever happen.
"You need to get a job on the oil rigs," he casually suggested. "Those guys make big money I'm told."
Rob had never considered doing such work, but when Tony mentioned the ball park figure of the wages paid, he realised that he and Yvonne could really save some money.
"Aw, they probably have a waiting list a mile long anyway," Rob said in discarding the idea.
"They probably do," Tony agreed, "but I have a friend who is a manager and could pull some strings for you if you were really interested."
It was just then that Yvonne arrived home from the supermarket. Calling her over, Rob mentioned Tony's idea of a job on the rigs.
"The real down side of such a job," Rob went on, screwing up his face, "would be that it's two weeks on and then two weeks off."
As he said that, Yvonne instinctively looked at Tony and saw him looking slyly at her, no doubt to see what her reaction to that news would be. Yvonne felt herself blush red, and hoped that her husband didn't notice.
"What would you think of that?" Rob asked his wife.
"Well .....," Yvonne began hesitantly, "I suppose that if you really wanted to......." Visions of what Tony might drive her to under such circumstances, flashed across her mind.
"No, perhaps not. It wouldn't be fair on you," Rob began saying, going off the idea slightly.
Yvonne didn't know what made her say it, it just seemed to come out without her thinking, but nevertheless she found herself saying, "but the money would really help us and I'd survive for two weeks without you if it was helping us in the long run."
Rob again began to warm to the idea, and once or twice Yvonne made an encouraging comment.
Soon it was decided that Tony should ask his friend if there was any possibility of arranging something to get Rob a job.
"Mind you," Rob said to his wife with some conviction, "I'd be a bit doubtful about being away for so long if it weren't for the fact that Tony is such a nice guy and such a good neighbour to have handy.
Once again Yvonne caught Tony's eye, and once again she blushed profusely. There seemed to be some understanding between them that something would happen, but she had no idea what that something might be.
Late that night, as Yvonne lay in bed next to her sleeping husband, she thought of this latest development. She thought too of Tony. "He is really wicked," she thought to herself, as she thought back over all that had happened, and now thought of how he had worked it so that Rob would be away for periods of two weeks at a time.
Once more she felt that something would happen, and her hand stole down to her wet pussy.
* * * *
It was some weeks later. Yvonne had commenced her job, and Tony now saw little of her. The job on the rigs had been arranged for Rob, and he was due to start the following day.
Tony was in his garden when he saw his neighbour's car going into their driveway.
"Hi Tony," Rob called. "Well, I'm off tomorrow on my first shift."
Yvonne stood quietly holding her husband's hand.
The two men exchanged a few words and then Rob said seriously, "I really appreciate you being such a good neighbour Tony. It was really good of you to help me get that job, and I know that you'll keep an eye out for Yvonne while I'm away."
"Oh that's all right," Tony laughed in response, secretly enjoying the secret that Rob's wife had really shown herself to be a sexy little slut.
"Yve's really going to miss me," Rob continued, "it's just as well that you've got your job now," he said more directly to his wife. He then had a good idea, "perhaps you should invite Tony in for dinner one night, perhaps you could watch a movie together."
Tony felt highly amused at this suggestion, though he took care not to show it. "That would be good," he said with a laugh, "I'm sure Yvonne's cooking is better than mine." Then as an afterthought, specifically to tease Yvonne, he added, "I could supply the movie."
* * * *
Rob was on his way early the next morning. Yvonne cried genuine loving tears on his departure, but then had to get herself organised to go off to her own job.
That night, Tony gave his neighbour time to settle herself at home, then, after dinner, he took the two dildos that he'd previously lent, along with a two hour porno dvd, and went across the lawn to give them to Yvonne.
"Hi," he said cheerily when she answered his knock on the door, "I figured that you're really going to need this stuff while Rob's away," he said, passing across the goods. "You can either return it later or keep it for the night," he continued saying, "I guess that you don't need to hide it now ."
Yvonne gladly took the bag. "Yes he really is wicked, here he is at it already," she thought to herself. "Thanks Tony," she said in a little, shy voice.
Tony paused for just a moment, wondering if anything further might occur, but no, it wasn't going to, so he simply said with a grin, "have fun, I'm sure that you will," and he left her.
Yvonne didn't return the dildos and video that night.
The next day Tony saw her going off to work, and it wasn't until he later on opened his door that he found the things neatly parcelled up on his step.
Excitedly opening the bag, he was disappointed to find that everything was nice and clean. Initially he thought that she mustn't have used the dildos, but then he observed that the small tube of lubricant that he'd also supplied, was half empty.
Nothing happened. The following night Tony supplied another video, along with a large, vibrating dildo. He tried to engage his neighbour in conversation, but she kept aloof, even though gladly accepting the "fun stuff."
"Perhaps this is far as it's ever going to go," he thought to himself.
That night, being nice and dark with no moon, he walked silently all around Yvonne's house, studying the windows for any gaps or chinks in the curtains where he might be able to peep in. But alas, she had every curtain drawn tight.
* * * *
It wasn't until the Saturday when Yvonne was off work, that Tony got to talk to Yvonne. It was a lovely sunny day and he spied his young neighbour sitting outside drinking from a cup.
Going out and calling hello, Tony was most pleased when she seemed so friendly and even asked him if he wanted a cup of her freshly brewed coffee.
Having taken up her offer, the two of them sat in the warm sunshine. Tony asked if she'd heard from her husband, and was told that he phoned her every evening at some time. They chatted about how Rob was getting on with his new job, then about Yvonne's work.
Yvonne was in fact, finding it lonely without her husband, and this little bit of companionship and friendly chatter had her feeling relaxed and happy. She confided to Tony that she missed Rob so much at night.
"Maybe my porno films are making you frustrated," he laughed, seizing on the opportunity to turn the conversation in that direction.
He was happy to hear Yvonne laugh shyly and answer, "yes, I think that they might be."
"Was that a "come on" he wondered. "They're probably a poor substitute for the real thing for you," he laughed.
"They're so naughty," Yvonne said, feeling a sudden excited feeling stirring within her.
"You prefer the threesome ones don't you?" Tony asked, "I've plenty of just one on one if you'd prefer." He tried to angle his talk to get her into discussing the films openly.
"Mm," she murmured, suddenly feeling shy.
"I do too," Tony said, disappointed that he'd only elicited a single syllable from her. "I've got more of course if you're interested - more guys that is."
"More guys?" Yvonne shot back in a quizzical tone. Did he mean more men with one girl? A sudden thrill at his words had aroused her.
"Yes, what you might call gang-bangs," Tony laughed, trying all of the time to keep a natural voice and making this talk easier for his shy and sometimes obviously embarrassed neighbour.
Yvonne remained mute at this deion, so Tony continued, "they're sometimes a bit .... um .... a bit crude and rough, but if you want to see one ......"
He left it open as a question, but Yvonne didn't respond.
"Does Rob like pornography?" Tony asked after a moment's silence and thinking it advisable to get Yvonne back to a more comfortable level for her.
"Gosh, I don't think so, but I don't really know," she said thoughtfully.
"Do you think that he'd be jealous if he knew that you liked looking at other men like that?"
"Don't you dare tell him," Yvonne exclaimed in alarm.
"Hell, he'd be the last one I'd tell," Tony exclaimed in his turn.
"I hope that you won't be telling anyone at all, not just Rob," Yvonne said, feeling reassured.
Tony paused and considered for a moment. "I actually told my friend who organised Rob's job," he said, deciding this was the right tack to take.
Yvonne was a little stunned at this admission, then she gave Tony a friendly dig in the side with her elbow and said, "yes, so that you could get Rob safely out of the way and have your bit of fun with me."
"Well," Tony thought to himself. "So she realises that I set it up, and that it wasn't just an altruistic gesture on my part." Then he said openly, in a sham tone of indignation, "would I do something like that?"
"Oh no, of course not. Why would I think of such a thing," Yvonne replied in a mocking tone, then she laughed gaily.
"Which has been your favourite dildo so far?" Tony asked, thrilled that this new turn of conversation was going so well.
"Goodness!" Yvonne exclaimed, "you're very bold and forward aren't you."
"Well, who's the bold and forward one to return that dildo to me all covered in grease and slime the first time I loaned you one?" Tony countered with a laugh.
"Oh, goodness yes, that was terrible of me wasn't it," Yvonne giggled sexily, hiding her face in her hands in mock shame.
Their sexy banter went on for a short time more, before Yvonne broke it up by saying that she really must get a few things done rather than sit around talking.
They were just going their separate ways when Yvonne turned back and called out, "Tony!" Then as Tony turned around, she called, "would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"
Tony grinned broadly. "Yes I would," he replied, "I'll bring a bottle of wine and a few videos."
* * * *
The meal was delicious, and Yvonne had gone to some trouble to lay the table beautifully and have some delightful music playing.
The shiraz that Tony had brought with him was splendid, and they both felt relaxed and happy when they'd finished their meal.
Tony had placed a number of dvd discs on the TV table when he'd first come in, and now, when Yvonne turned the lights off, leaving on just a small table lamp nearby, she looked at them for the first time.
She trembled when she read the deion on the sleeve of the first disc - "Fucked Frantic - This slut gets all that two men have to offer."
Slipping the disc into the machine, she pressed the play button and then settled in beside Tony on the sofa. "Now no funny business," she laughingly warned him.
The TV screen lit up and after the brief title shot, two men and a scantily clad female appeared.
It was only a matter of seconds before the woman was stripped and mounted from behind while she busily went to work sucking on the other man's magnificent cock.
The three players in the movie continually changed positions, changed actions, changed the way they interacted; the camera constantly took up different angles, first from a distance, then close up, now concentrating on the cock sucking, next concentrating on the fucking. It was wonderful to watch and soon both Tony and Yvonne felt tremendously sexy and worked up.
Tony longed to stroke his now hard and pulsating cock that was squashed beneath his pants; Yvonne felt her pussy was decidedly moist, and she longed to use her fingers on herself.
"Fuck," Tony eventually groaned in lustful frustration, using that coarse expletive for the first time in Yvonne's presence, "this is making me so horny."
Yvonne gave a giggle, feeling so frustrated and sexy herself, while also feeling nervous about being in this situation with Tony alongside her.
A minute or two more elapsed as they watched the constant sucking and fucking of the trio.
"If you're feeling like me, you should go and get the dildo and use it on yourself," Tony huskily said to Yvonne. She did indeed have several of his dildos still in her bedroom drawer.
"Goodness Tony," she murmured, "you're so ......," but her words trailed off, unable to find the right expression.
"Well," Tony quickly responded, "you can't tell me that you don't use them and don't enjoy them," and he gave a low chuckle.
Yvonne felt herself flushing as her sexual feelings began to overwhelm her. Her mind raced around what Tony had said. Every thought, every sensible notion disappeared from her brain as the all consuming sensations of animal lust toyed with her body.
Moments later, terrified at what she was doing, and yet not hesitating in doing it, she stood up telling Tony that she'd be "back in a second," she quickly and lightly slipped from the room.
In her bedroom she opened the drawer and took out her favourite, the big, ribbed, flexible, rubbery dildo. Smearing an amount of lubricant on it, she put it down in order to slip her panties off, then once more clutching the dildo she went back into the living room where Tony was in a state of incredible excitement at wondering what was going to happen.
Yvonne sank down on the sofa alongside Tony, still clutching the dildo in her hand. Her heart was racing. Tony had watched her as she re-entered the room, and he'd grinned at her when he saw that she was holding the dildo.
It took Yvonne just a moment or two to build up courage, then, leaning forward and pretending to take a drink from the wine glass that sat on the coffee table, she took the tiniest sip, put the glass down, and in settling back on the seat, moved her feet well apart and let her knees splay outwards.
Yvonne leaned back on the couch, letting her backside slip forward slightly on the seat so that she was in a semi-reclining position. In slipping forward on the seat, her skirt had ridden up over her legs and the hemline now sat half of the way up her thighs.
Tony, pretending to still be watching the TV, had swivelled his eyes across and was gloating over Yvonne's position beside him. In his mind he was silently urging her to use the dildo which she clutched in her hand.
Yvonne was well aware that Tony was in fact looking down at her legs. Although he had not turned towards her, she had noticed the slight dip of his head as he shifted his gaze.
She paused a moment more and then lightly putting each of her hands onto her thighs, slid them upwards, sliding the hem of her skirt right up so as to exposed almost all of her legs, leaving the hemline of her skirt just teasingly, an inch lower than her pussy.
Tony's eyes devoured the sight of Yvonne's beautiful legs, so young, so slender, such perfect flesh, spread apart and splayed outwards in such an alluring, and lewd pose. As he watched he saw Yvonne's hands move. He saw her line up the dildo, large, pink and cock-like. The bulbous end disappeared beneath her skirt, her hands moving it just slightly so that he knew the end was rubbing over, and perhaps just probing her vagina.
Dare he! Dare he! Yes he did dare. He shifted his position to be turned towards her. His hands tremblingly reached out and took hold of the light material of her skirt. Lifting it up around her hips he exposed all of her lovely legs right up to her groin and above. He exposed the closely trimmed pubic hair just visible as a dark smudge in the dim light.
Tony knelt on the carpet at her feet. Now he could see that the large dildo had entered Yvonne's cunt, pressing the lips of her vulva outwards so that they bulged slightly in a delicious display of her cunt which was glistening with the lustful juices that made soft slurping noises as she continued to brazenly fuck herself before his eyes.
Tony pulled his shoes off and, standing up, he slid his pants down and off, fully revealing his huge, hard member. Yvonne gazed entranced, like an animal hypnotised by the head of a raised and swaying snake.
Standing before her, Tony gave his cock several slow, caressing strokes up and down with his hand. Yvonne wriggled to sit up, then, taking her head in his hands, Tony presented his lust gorged cock to Yvonne's mouth. Her beautiful, soft lips parted just slightly and she let them press lightly onto the cum-dribbling head of Tony's magnificent cock. She pursed her lips to kiss the cock, moving her head slightly so as to smear his cum, like a delicious sperm lipstick onto herself. She pressed forward, letting the rounded shape of the cock push her lips apart. Sliding her tongue out to provide a soft, slippery path over her teeth. She ever so slowly and teasingly pushed her head forward so that her mouth, inch by inch, engulfed Tony's cock.
Tony was now fucking Yvonne's mouth.
Evil had triumphed over good. Tony's wicked plotting had taken time, but had worked wonderfully well. He moaned in a lustful ecstasy at the feeling of Yvonne's head in his hands as he felt her wonderful, loving, soft mouth sliding slowly up and down over his cock. He revelled in the feeling of her tongue constantly moving and lapping over and around his raging cock as it penetrated right to the very entrance to her throat.
Unable to go on, unless he was to pump his semen down her throat, Tony dragged Yvonne from the sofa and onto the floor. She lay back wantonly, her knees up and her legs spread, ready to be fucked and to commit the sin of adultery. Tony knelt between her legs. He placed a hand either side of her body as she gazed lustfully into his eyes. Lowering himself between her pure, soft, white thighs, he directed the head of his swaying cock into the warm, wet, sloppy pit of her pussy. Panting like a dog, he lowered himself into her. He felt his cock sliding deeply into her cunt, swallowed up by her ravenous desire to be fucked. She felt his cock entering her body, sliding in and in, filling her with desire.
They fucked frantically and lustfully. They moaned and groaned in their ecstasy. They rolled around on the floor, their bodies heaving and writhing in their mutual, carnal licentiousness.
Now Tony was underneath and Yvonne sat astride his body with his huge, erect member fully up inside her vagina as she lustfully rose and fell in a delight of sheer voluptuousness.
Gasping, panting, groaning, moaning, fucking like they would continued fucking in this mad, frantic way forever, they went on and on. Never before had Yvonne been fucked in such a way and for so long - she was in her sexual heaven.
Once, twice, three times Yvonne was brought to a raging, orgasmic crescendo, each time falling back panting and gasping, but after just a moment's pause, ready for ever more fucking, sucking, and frantically devouring one anothers bodies.
It was the early hours when eventually they lay side by side, now in the comfort of the bed, both totally spent, but both totally happy and satisfied.
* * * *
Each of the succeeding nights before Rob's return home, the pair fucked long and lustfully. Tony knew that he would eventually lead Yvonne down a path of ever more corrupt and base debauchery, but under the present circumstances he was in no hurry to take things past the present satisfying arrangement.
* * * *
It was a long two weeks for Tony while Rob was at home, but finally the morning came when Yvonne's husband left once more for his two weeks shift on the oil rigs.
That evening, Tony found Yvonne ready to take up where they'd left off two weeks earlier. They fucked and lusted for one another's bodies, and Tony made up his mind to really push his sexy little neighbour over the couple of weeks while her husband was away.
The next night, Tony arrived at Yvonne's house armed with his notebook computer which he hoped would operate from the wireless modem in his house.
Setting it up, he found that all worked well and he logged onto the net.
"Now then young lady," he said with a grin, "I'll have to teach you what goes on in the big wide world."
Going into 'Xtube', he said, "what shall we look for? What about 'cock sucking' for starters." He said all of this as if it were going to be a purely random selection that he made, whereas in truth he had earlier that day carefully selected the sites that he would show his neighbour.
"Let's see what this one is," he said as his eye alighted on the one that he wanted. "Dirty perverted slut gags on cock," he read from its label.
The screen came up and it took a moment to buffer, then they were watching a woman who was on a sofa laying with her head upsidedown over the edge.
Her partner in the film quickly located his quite large cock in the woman's mouth and initially let her have a suck. After just a moment of this the guy then started to fuck her mouth deeply until he then slid his long cock all the way into her mouth so that it had to be right down her throat.
Yvonne gasped in absolute and very real amazement. "My goodness! How on earth does she do that!"
"Lots of practise," Tony told her seriously.
In showing her the short video, he told Yvonne that she could see that it wasn't commercial, but was people "just like us."
"She might be his wife, his girlfriend, or his neighbour's slutty wife," Tony told her.
She cast a quick look in his direction at this last possibility, but she couldn't tell whether he'd said it alluding to herself or not.
It was indeed true that the video was an amateur effort, but as such it made it all the more sexually exciting.
"Come and lie on the sofa," Tony now told Yvonne. She willingly lay down and allowed Tony to position her as he wanted. "Slide up a bit so that your head hangs over the edge," he then told her.
It was then that Yvonne suddenly realised that Tony was positioning her ready to try to get her to emulate the woman they'd just watched on the video.
"Gosh Tony," she exclaimed, "I don't think that I'll be able to do it."
"Yes you can," he told her. "You'll need to slowly practise and work up to it." She positioned herself and tipped her head right back as Tony wanted.
Tony took her head in his hands, while Yvonne reached her arms back to hold onto his hips.
At first, Tony just let her suck and lick with his cock not penetrating back to her throat, then he took a firmer grip on her head and slowly, and very gently eased forward till the head of his cock went back to the opening of her gullet. Almost immediately Yvonne pushed him back as she began coughing.
Tony waited patiently then, when Yvonne had recovered, he told her, "just hold your breath and try to keep yourself in check."
Three times he tried and found that she couldn't do it.
He let her have a little time and he fucked into her cheeks making them bulge with his cock. Then he told her to try once more.
Yvonne took a breath and grasped Tony's hips firmly, trying so much to do what he wanted. His cock gently pressed on into her mouth. She felt her muscles beginning to work to vomit the object from its position at the entrance to her throat, but she gripped his hips and held herself rigid.
Tony felt the tightness of her throat firm around the head of his cock. "Yes, yes baby," he said gleefully in encouragement. He could see her body slightly convulsing but she held herself in check for a moment or two before suddenly wrenching free of his cock and gasping and choking and coughing violently.
"Good girl," he said appreciatively when she finally recovered herself.
She'd ended up on the floor and bent over double as she'd violently choked. Now she straightened up, still panting as she regained her breath. Her eyes were wet with tears that had come as she'd choked, and saliva covered her cheeks.
"Oh gee," she panted, wiping her face and smiling weakly up at Tony. "I'm not very good at this am I."
Tony reassured her that for a first time she was doing very well.
Encouraged, Yvonne asked if he wanted to try again.
Tony was thrilled at her submission to this game which must indeed be very difficult for her.
Lying on the sofa, Yvonne once more took up her position and tipped her head right back for Tony to fuck.
He took it slowly and so gently, and was rewarded when he again felt Yvonne's tight throat holding just the head of his cock.
This time, even though she was convulsing again, he was able to keep his position for a brief time and even move his cock back and forth just slightly in her gullet.
"Yes baby," he excitedly encouraged her, and then losing a little self control as his lust rapidly rose, he moaned, "oh yes, now you're being a real slut."
For a half hour or so they kept trying this throat fucking, and even though Yvonne kept having the most violent reactions, she kept coming back to try once more.
Finally, totally exhausted by the continual choking, followed by her violent gasping and choking fits, and with her stomach muscles sore from the heaving action every time she wretched and dry reached, they decided it was enough of that particular game for the night.
"What else can I teach you?" Tony chuckled as they went back to the computer.
The next 'random' video that he selected for Yvonne, was a threesome. It started out with the usual fucking and sucking, but then, when the girl was bent over and being fucked doggie style, the guy pulled out and located his cock into the girl's backside and slowly eased it right up that hole.
"Oh my God, that's so crude and demeaning isn't it," Yvonne said as she watched.
They kept viewing as the girl was then positioned so that one guy could get up her backside while the other fucked her pussy.
The video finished and Tony was uncertain whether Yvonne would come at being ass fucked, given her comment about the video. "Come on," he nevertheless said to her as he took up the tube of lubricant from the coffee table.
All of Tony's doubts were dispelled in an instant as Yvonne laughed gaily and said in a sham tone, "Tony! You are so awful."
They got down on the floor and Yvonne positioned herself on all fours with her head and shoulders down low and her backside sticking up in the air.
Tony gave a light slap to the inside of her thigh. "Spread your legs a bit," he told her, and she obediently moved her knees a little further apart.
A good amount of lube went onto Tony's huge, pulsing cock, and a good amount went on and around Yvonne's tight little rosebud hole.
"Fuck!" Tony chuckled, "will I ever be able to get in there."
He pressed the head of his cock onto the tight, puckered hole, rubbing it around and pressing forward slightly.
"You're so fucking tight," Tony laughingly complained.
Yvonne, from her position beneath him, merrily laughed that "I've never done this before."
He began to press his cock forward more firmly, now and then smearing more lube onto her hole. Suddenly, as he pressed hard, her hole spread and engulfed the head of his cock.
Yvonne gave a little squeal.
Now he eased forward more. Her hole took his cock in. Two inches. Three inches. Four inches.
He slowly pumped in and out, in and out.
"Ah, yes baby," he sighed, "now you're really being dirty."
Slowly Tony fucked and fucked Yvonne's ass. He made sure that it was as easy as possible for her. He didn't want to hurt her and scare her off this wonderfully perverted sort of fun.
She slowly loosened and began to relax more. She enjoyed being dirty.
Tony's cock began to penetrate further and further up inside Yvonne's body, stretching and filling her intestines with his long, thick cock.
Soon he worked his entire cock up inside her tube. He thrilled to look down and see his tangled mass of pubic hair and his balls pressed close to the lovely, soft, white, pure flesh of Yvonne's thighs and the cheeks of her bum.
"Ah, you lovely, dirty, little slut," he moaned lustfully.
He heard her sigh. Was it a sigh of contentment?
Tony slowly pumped his cock in and out of Yvonne's ass. She lifted her head from its position down close to the floor. He watched as she tipped her head voluptuously back, and slowly moved it in a way that showed she was enjoying her treatment.
He was thrilled. "You dirty, fucking whore," he groaned as he struggled to keep his cock from gushing forth its bounty of sperm.
Her head tipped further back and he heard her sigh - a sigh of pure satisfaction.
"Oh fuck," Tony groaned, "I can't hold back any longer," and he felt the lustful sensations that came with the discharge of his semen. "Ooooo, you dirty, fucking, whore-bitch," he moaned, completely out of control as his cum gushed into her anal passage.
Tony slowly pulled out of Yvonne's backside, then sat there panting.
Yvonne shamefacedly hurried off to the bathroom to clean herself up. She knew that Tony's crude words about her had been true, but she also knew that they'd been said affectionately and appreciatively.
She returned wearing a tiny pair of lace trimmed panties, and soon after, Tony took his leave.
* * * *
The following night, Tony showed a series of crude videos to Yvonne, and they once more tried throat fucking with much more success than the previous night.
"That's it baby," Tony had encouraged Yvonne as he managed to get half his cock down her throat for some ten seconds or so. "We'll soon have you sucking like a whore."
After that he fucked her ass, and told her she was a "filthy, little slut."
Yvonne had seen on the videos that Tony selected off the net, that the introductory deions always referred to the women in terms of being whores, sluts, harlots, etc., and she knew that these appellations, when used by Tony towards her, showed his appreciation of what they were doing together, rather than being in any way spiteful.
It was during this second ass fucking session that Tony moaned in his lust, "you little fucking tramp, you'll soon be ready for a good gang-fuck session at this rate."
"What !!!!!" Yvonne had literally gasped and she looked at him dumbfounded.
"That's right," Tony laughed unperturbed. "You're nearly ready to be fucked by three or four guys together.
"You're not serious?" she continued all agog.
"Completely serious," he replied.
Yvonne looked at him a moment, completely at a loss for words. "Tony, I couldn't," she said seriously.
"You'll love it," Tony told her.
"But, but .... I'm a married woman," she said for want of anything better that came to mind.
Tony laughed in great amusement at this. "You're a slut," he said, "you love being a slut," then, "think of having four or five cocks to suck, going from one to the next. Think of them fucking your ass and your cunt. Think of them mauling your body all over."
He roughly pushed her back onto all fours and again sunk his cock up her ass. "Imagine feeling this and having a cock in your mouth at the same time."
Yvonne's mind was in a whirl. She loved the idea, but .........
Tony went on and on, describing everything that might happen to her in such a situation. She found herself getting more and more excited. She rested her shoulder on the floor so that she could use her hand to reach back between her thighs and fondle herself. Soon she felt her lust mounting higher.
"......... a cock up your cunt, one up your ass, and another to suck while your tits are being mauled," Tony was saying.
"Oh yes," Yvonne moaned.
"You'd like that would you baby?" Tony said with glee as he realised that she was giving in.
"Oh I would," came Yvonne's panting reply.
"That's right baby, you want to be my dirty, little whore don't you," Tony lecherously sneered.
"I do," she moaned, and then thought that the last time she'd uttered those two words was when she and her husband were at the altar in Church. "That was just three months ago, and now look at me," she thought to herself. She didn't care. She longed to be gang-raped.
"Tomorrow night baby," Tony told her.
* * * *
All of the next day Yvonne was extremely flustered. Someone at work even asked her if everything was ok, so bothered did she seem.
All day she frequently told herself that she wasn't going to do it, that it was time that she took control of what she was up to. It excited her when she had these thoughts, to tell herself that she would indeed go through with it, that it was wrong, it was bad, it was sinful, but that she wanted to be a slut.
At last she got home, but found that she just couldn't eat a meal; instead she had a glass of wine to try to calm her nerves.
She spent ages under the shower, and then spent a great deal of time on her hair, her make-up, and her general appearance. It was as if she were going to some grand function where she wanted to look beautiful, rather than to some sleazy place to be gang-fucked.
Just after seven, Tony came. "Wow, you look fabulous," he said admiringly when he saw her.
He asked if she were ready, and when she tremblingly whispered that she was, he took her arm and led her out to his car.
They drove a short distance and pulled up in a residential street in an area that Yvonne was not familiar with. Her heart was racing, she could hardly get out of the car but Tony helped her and she clung to his arm as they walked to the front door of the house.
Yvonne noticed that in the driveway, several cars were parked, and a couple more had been parked in the street; just this simple observation made her feel faint as she knew that the drivers were all in the house, having come there specifically to fuck her.
The door chime had barely stopped when the door opened and a guy appeared. He greeted Tony as a friend, but was all the time looking past him and leering at Yvonne.
Behind this guy, Yvonne saw three other men all looking equally excited and keen to see what she looked like. "Wow, what a pretty little thing," she heard one guy exclaim.
On entering the house, Tony introduced Yvonne to all of the guys in turn; Steve, Paul, Mark, and Barry. They each of them devoured her with their eyes.
Yvonne was trembling and felt her face flushed with shame and fear.
"Let's not beat around the bush," Tony said, and he turned to Yvonne and began unbuttoning her delicate white blouse.
One of the other guys immediately moved to help, and struggled with the catch and zipper at the side of Yvonne's short, straight skirt.
In a moment she was completely naked before them.
Hands descended on her from every direction as Tony stepped back and made room for the four guys to cluster around Yvonne and fondle and explore her body all over.
The men were all of an age like Tony, perhaps in their fifties and sixties and all quite heavily built, and, to Yvonne's appreciative eye, all quite well endowed.
"How old is she?" one guy asked, addressing Tony rather than Yvonne.
"Just twenty one," Tony replied with some pride, as if she were his wife and not Rob's.
"She doesn't look like a whore does she," Yvonne heard one guy say, "she looks really innocent."
"All the better for fucking," someone said, and she then heard a general guffaw of laughter from all around.
Yvonne was taken to the bedroom where there was a large king-size bed. One or two of the guys had already stripped naked and climbed onto the bed, pulling Yvonne on behind them.
She was quickly laid out and one guy got between her thighs and wasted no time in beginning to fuck her. Another guy knelt astride her head and she immediately took his cock and eagerly started sucking on it, confident that she would be able to take it into her throat if it came to that.
Yvonne was deliriously happy, her extreme nervousness was quickly ebbing away to be replaced by extreme sexual desire. She had lusted over Tony's pictures of women doing this sort of thing, but she'd never thought that she would actually experience such perverted games.
She could see nothing but the men's naked bodies all around her as she was fucked mouth and pussy. The two men who hadn't been quick enough to secure either her pussy or ass were kneeling on the bed alongside her and feeling her breasts, her belly, and her thighs while awaiting their turn to fuck her. While they waited and explored her body they took Yvonne's hands and placed them on their huge, lusting cocks. Yvonne felt so wonderfully sexy and lustful with two cocks fucking her and with each of her hands gently caressing the other two magnificent cocks that she held and which would soon be continuing her fucking.
She looked at the men, so big, heavy, hairy, so very masculine. She thought of her husband Rob. He was so young like herself, just a boy really, and so inexperienced. She delighted that she had all of these 'real men' to fuck her and to use her. These men knew what to do with a whore.
Tony, who had contented himself to stand back and watch Yvonne being fucked and mauled by his friends, was struck by the lovely, young, freshness of Yvonne's body compared to the rough, hairy, grossness of the men's bodies on top of and around her.
Wonderful sensations filled Yvonne's body and senses. Even without the two gorgeous cocks fucking her pussy and mouth, Yvonne's mental state would have been enough to have her experiencing the wonderful feelings of approaching orgasm.
Sex play with her husband had always been loving and tender, now it was coarse, crude, matter of fact fucking and being used, and Yvonne was loving the lewd immorality of it all.
"Try fucking her throat a bit," she heard Tony's words, and she felt a wonderful love for him that he had brought her to this pass.
The old guy whose cock she was sucking and licking so diligently, needed no encouragement, and she felt him now penetrating right to the back of her mouth. She held her breath and tensed herself just slightly as she'd learnt to do. She felt the guy's cock push that little bit further and felt the end of his cock press into her gullet.
He held her head firmly, as he would some inanimate object that he was fucking, and he pulled her head further onto his cock.
Yvonne began to be desperate for air, but then, perhaps sensing this, the guy pulled out and she was able to gasp frantically. The men all laughed at her sudden gasping panting, and then her airway was again blocked off as his cock penetrated even further down her throat.
Once more the guy held his position until Yvonne felt her lungs ready to burst, then he again pulled away to enjoy her frantic gasping for air once more.
The guy kept amusing himself, and all of the men for that matter, with this game, until Yvonne's eyes were watering and her face was covered with her saliva which she dribbled and choked out during her gasping fits.
Next he began to fuck her face more vigorously, thrusting his cock in and pulling it almost all of the way out before once more thrusting forward. Yvonne found that she couldn't but help make strange gurgling, choking noises which seemed to excite the men tremendously.
Along with the animal like sounds which Yvonne was involuntarily emitting, the guy's cock, as it plunged down her gullet, made a lewd 'splogggg, sploggg' sound like some plumber's plunger working in a blocked drain. It all sounded so disgustingly lewd and crude that the men were thrilled that this young little thing was being so disgustingly and unnaturally abused.
She loved being used, she loved being the centre of attention of all of these lovely, lusting men. They were all around her, fucking and fondling, urging themselves and each other on to sexually abuse her. Their constant talk was of "the slut, the whore, the bitch, the cunt," oh how deliriously sexy this all made her feel.
Amongst the various voices she could now hear Tony. "You know what the fucking little whore really wants," he was saying, "to be fucked three ways, up her ass, up her cunt, and down her throat all at the same time."
There was a surge of merriment at this suggestion. "We can certainly accommodate the perverted little bitch," she heard a laughing voice declare.
She was heaved about like a rag doll as the men moved to set her up.
"Come on sweetheart, sit your ass down on this," one of the guys, laying on the bed and holding his gorgeous, long, thick, cock upright, laughed at her.
Rather than getting the chance to position herself, she was almost bodily lifted into position by the other men.
She squatted over the cock, her feet positioned either side of the guy and her hands resting on his big, hairy, barrel like chest. He roughly pulled her into alignment as she, looking down to check his location, slowly lowered herself down onto his cock.
Once she had the delicious feeling of his cock entering her anal passage, she let herself down so that his cock slid easily right up into her bowels. The guy then put his hands on her shoulders and eased her back down on top of him so that she was lying, on her back, on top of him with his arms coming around her to grasp her breasts.
In that position, lying back with her legs either side of the man underneath, she was already naturally spread and ready to receive the guy who now got between her legs and located his cock in her wet, slippery pussy.
In and up the guys huge rampant cock slid into Yvonne's wet and eager pussy. Now, with cocks up her pussy and backside, her final degradation took place as a third guy crouched astride her head and slipped his cock into her greedily awaiting mouth.
The guy on top of her began fucking lustfully, and each time he pulled part way out of her cunt, Yvonne arched herself so as to slightly lift off the cock that was embedded up her ass. Then, as the guy fucking her pussy again thrust forward, she let her body relax so as to once more subside firmly down onto the cock up her backside.
Along with this wonderful bodily fucking that she was experiencing, the guy fucking her mouth began to plunge his cock right back and into her gagging throat. 'Splodge, splodge, splodge' the incredibly crude, slurping, fucking sound came as the cock plunged down her throat.
The saliva dribbled from Yvonne's mouth as she gulped and gasped, 'ughmph, ughmph, ughmph' as the huge, hard cock pumped into her mouth and right back past her epiglottis.
Yvonne, unable to see anything other than the mans arms grasping her head, and his hairy belly as it eased back and then came towards her as his cock plunged down her gagging throat, became aware of someone right alongside her head. "God, you look like such a fucking whore." She knew that it was Tony admiring her mouth fucking from close range.
For some time, nothing whatsoever existed for Yvonne outside of the tremendous fucking that she was getting up her pussy, up her ass, and down her throat. Even though she was gasping and gagging and her head was in total turmoil, her entire body seethed with lust for what was happening to her.
Finally the guy fucking her began driving his cock into her pussy with such vigour and energy that she knew he was about to fill her with his sperm.
He groaned and moaned in his extreme lust. His body stiffened and his cum gushed forth to fill her uterus with its adulterous seed.
Almost at the same time the guy fucking her throat also came, spurting some of his cum directly down her gullet, then as he began to withdraw, his continually spurting cum coated Yvonne's throat and then her mouth with the remaining cum. She gagged and choked on it, coughing and coughing, with tears coming to her eyes as she spluttered and gasped.
She was forced to stop though as a fresh cock plunged down her gagging throat and fucked her mouth even more vigorously that the previous guy.
Yvonne felt another cock entering her now sloppy and slurping pussy. It was Tony taking his turn on his young slut that he had completely and totally corrupted.
Again she was nearly asphyxiated by the discharge of another huge amount of cum down her throat. Tony didn't hesitate for a moment with his fucking, even though he saw Yvonne spluttering and gasping violently as the gooey cum that adhered to her windpipe nearly choked her.
The situation that he had brought Yvonne to, along with the fabulous sensation of fucking her fantastically sloppy cunt, soon had Tony climaxing and mingling his own sperm with the great quantity that already filled her fuck tunnel.
The guy up Yvonne's ass, now being the last to cum, heaved her body from on top of him and forcing her to kneel, now began fucking her ass with incredible gusto.
The guy's huge, hard cock slurped and slithered in and out of her anal passage, now easing almost all of the way out to reveal his length all slimy and glistening with sex juices, then plunging forward and up into Yvonne's intestines with a lewd slurping sound.
On and on the guy fucked to the encouragement of the other men, until he spewed his invading semen deeply into her ravaged bowels.
Yvonne lay there surrounded by the five men. She panted and gasped. Cum oozed from her pussy, her face covered with a disgusting mixture of saliva and semen.
This was to be Yvonne's life from now on, with an ever expanding number of sex partners as word about 'the slut' spread through the town.