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Mrs. Jacobson; Neo Perry's Mrs. Robinson

Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
On my knees, in between his legs.
In all my life of living as the girl next door, I never thought nothing scandalous could ever happen in Salem, especially on Fisher St. It had always been such a calm and quiet neighborhood; good little daddy's girls running across the lawn and sons playing water tag with their friends; the comfy housewife greeting her working husband every day with a hug and a small kiss to the lips. It was all so 'Leave it to Beaver' really and it made me sick everyday. But finally, the drama began and so did my story. It all started when I saw the moving truck pulling up to the empty house next door.

Who I am is irrelevant as this story has nothing to do with me. It does however have to be about the neighborhood I live in and what happened when a voyeuristic teenage boy met Mrs. Jacobson, the wife of my new next door neighbor.

They moved in that hot summer day, the same day I was hanging out with my best friend, Neo Perry. He looked out the window and he saw the truck, figuring it was just another married couple with a couple of adorable kids. But when he saw the car that pulled up to the house, consisting of the house's new inhabitants, he saw the single most beautiful thing in his life. Blond, big boobs and a curvaceous figure wearing a snug and clingy tight red shirt with a low rise black mini, silver stilettos on her freshly pedicured feet. With each step, her busty chest shook; with each step, her big blond hair bounced; with each step more, Neo found it hard to avoid his hard on.

I walked to the window myself and I saw her and then looked at Neo, raising a brow. He was a guy and a pig at that to. Notorious for being a total ladies man and hitting every girl in school that at least screamed an elegant social status. He was a total hottie and had two brains; the one god gave him up in his head and the one every guy was thinking with these days, especially when it was rock hard.

"Jeez, horndog much?" I asked. It didn't take a genius to know that the thing pitching a tent in his jeans wasn't just a bunch of socks in there for a bulging padding.

Grinning though, he looked down and then moved to me. "You like what you see, huh?" He moved his hands around my waist, pulling me close. It was then I knew for sure that there weren't any socks in his pants but definitely a real hard on.

"Neo..." I had to admit, I was tempted but I knew better than to ever get myself involved with him.

"Oh come on, you know you want to. You know you want me in you." He pushed me down onto his bed and moved on top of me, his lips instantly attacking my neck. His breathing was fast and hitched, his voice all of a sudden husky. "You want my c**k. Your mind is saying no, but your body...Oh your body..." He whispered, running his hands vividly along my body. It was as if with each movement upward on my body, the sparks coming from his hands were seeping into my skin and into my system. I was hooked and there was no turning back.

"Neo I--" His lips came to mine in a feverishly silencing kiss that I melted into within milliseconds. His hands moved to my hips where he practically slammed his hips into. It caused me to break out kiss and to let out a soft moan. I could feel him so much, it almost felt like he could be in me. He should be in me.

I pushed him over onto his back and moved on top of him, pushing my hips down into his. In that second, he pulled my halter top right off of me and his hands went to my breasts immediately; and I didn't have tiny breasts either; they were definitely grabable and he was more than impressed. "Wow V...who'd a thought you had so much to you..." He grinned, causing me to blush just slightly. I shrugged barely and his lips came up and wrapped around my right n****e, his hand rubbing my left breast. It felt good. Then he bit it and it was a little bit painful but it was an erotic pain that felt oh so good!

We were like a bunch of animals caught up in the lust that our clothes came off instantly. He was so gorgeous and he couldn't take his eyes off of me. There wasn't much foreplay to it except for him touching me and the constant making out--oh and major grindage of our hips. But I wanted the real thing now and just as I was about to voice it, his hands gripped my hips once more and he slowly pushed up into me--as I was straddling him.

'You're so sexy, straddling me..." He whispered in a slightly strained groan as he pushed up into me. There was no hesitation or wasting time. We were like two animals so caught up in lust that our minds weren't able to think or process much of anything else. It was screaming sex and he wildly gave in. For it wasn't long that I was coming to accepting his girth that once I was ready, he pushed me down on my back and moved back on top, taking control. His hips smashed into mine with every force. My moans filled the air and my hands came around to his shoulders where my nails dug into his skin. It was so rough, wild, animal even and getting far passed it too.

"More...give me more..." I whispered in my moans, tilting my head back and arching my back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up into his lap where he sat on his knees. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he guided me up and down quite ferociously on his c**k. He groaned with me, assaulting my neck with his lips, biting it even and sucking there. I moaned loudly, pushing my hips into his, needing to feel so much more. How it got from hot to turn into animal sex, I'll never know but I was so not complaining.

We did several positions. The best one that had me screaming his name out oh so loudly during an intense orgasm was when he had me from behind. The skin slapping determined how hard and intense he was pounding into my tight depths. He was so deep in me, I could feel an orgasm after another coming. I had had sex before but never so much that I was feeling this exhausted.

He thrust so hard into me that I could tell he was about to reach his peak but it happened so quick that I didn't have time to tell him not inside. It's not like I wasn't on the pill but it didn't hurt to avoid a risk. Neo groaned loudly, panting hard as he thrust through his end into me, instigating another orgasm for me. I was sensitive, it happens.

Collapsing onto my stomach, I crossed my arms over and rest the side of my face there, breathing hard. My entire body was exhausted, feeling incredibly good. I knew it was just sex and I didn't care. It was worth getting wrapped up in the sexual advances of a notorious player. He was no doubt, the best ever; so hot, so sensual. His hands were magic running along my body; it felt like actual sparks were coming from his fingertips and into my system, surging through my body and turning me on. Divine.

Neo moved over to me and he placed a kiss to the back of my neck, running a hand through my hair. One thing most important; Neo was so very kind and gentle after and never through a girl out. If he respected anything, it was females. And by respecting them, he got himself a handful of sex anytime he wanted and no one ended up hating him. He was the best kind of man whore alive.


Because Neo so afraid to go near my house, afraid that one look at Mrs. Jacobson and he'll get another hard on just like that, we always hung out at his place across the street. That way we could hang out still--maybe get jiggy--and he could scope out Mrs. Jacobson all he wanted. You'd think I'd hate that but I didn't care. I had been screwed over so many time, my heart was closed to that kind of closeness.

Over the couple of weeks, he was getting restless. He wanted her so much and it disgusted him that she married to some old fart who couldn't possibly please her. A woman like her deserved to have so much given to her. He could please her in ways she couldn't possibly imagine anymore if she had been with her husband for so long. She deserved someone to make her alive and Neo was done watching on the sidelines. He was going to do it. He wanted her. He would make it happen.

"I'm tired of sitting around. Come tomorrow afternoon once her husband goes to work, I'm going there and I am going to ravish her, please her, make her writhe in ecstasy that she will beg for more!" So much tension had risen up and sure he had been doing me to avoid that but it wasn't enough apparently since it wasn't with Mrs. Jacobson. It didn't insult me. Why would it. I cared about the pleasure I was getting. And given that practically everyday for the past two weeks since the Jacobson's moved in, I was getting laid. I was in heaven.

Monday afternoon came faster than expected but just as Neo was about to go out to Mrs. Jacobson's house, the doorbell rang. Clad in a pair of loose skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt, Neo walked to the door and he opened it and to his honest surprise, was Mrs. Jacobson right in front of him. She looked hotter than ever. She wore a white button down form fitting blouse with the first couple of buttons undone which gave a teasing sight to her busty chest, well her cleavage that is. She had on a black pencil skirt and looked like she was off to work. Who'd a thunk a slice like her could be an executive at a multimillion dollar company; looks really could be deceiving. But I won't explain how I knew where she worked.

"Hi. My name is Althea Jacobson. I live across the street. Do you perhaps have any milk?" She asked, holding out a small measuring cup for milk that she needed for her coffee. She was a mess without her morning coffee.

Neo had watched a lot of porn to know that this was how it always started. Even if it was porn, there had to be some factual and realistic truth behind it. Besides, if anyone could make a woman succumb to his touch, it was Neo.

"Yeah, sure. Come on in." He said softly, standing aside and letting her in, to which she graciously accepted and stepped in. He saw she was wearing black heels. It completed her outfit so wonderfully. Sexily, even. He may have had a small heel fetish in the sense if a woman was naked and only wearing heels, it was heaven right before his eyes. "So how are you adjusting to this new area?" he asked, taking the small measuring cup from her and going to the fridge and taking out the milk.

"So, so." She said with a heavy sigh. He heard that sigh and he looked at her.

"Now why don't I believe that?"

"Smart one, aren't you?" She asked with a gentle but beautiful smile.

He just smiled his usual charming smile, the one that won.

"Cute too. I haven't seen a cute guy in a long time." She said softly, leaning against the counter a bit.

"At least you have good taste." He chuckled.

"So do you."

"What's that suppose to mean?" He asked, but not defensively.

She moved over to him, now standing before him. "You don't think I noticed you staring at me always from your window?"

He swallowed a little hard, able to see down her blouse but focused his eyes on her face. "I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Hm...if you told me the truth, you just may get lucky. Because you honestly think I came here to get milk?" She asked with a kind of sexy smile, able to sway any man. She wasn't the only charmer.

"So what if I was?" He asked more confidently.
Without saying anything more, she put the milk down from his hands and leaned up to him, pressing her plush glossed lips to his in a rather passionate kiss. His hand moved around her cheek and then his other around her waist, kissing her back just as passionately. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, a small noise coming from her as she really melted into this kiss. He picked her up and took her over to the couch and lay her down on her back. In an instant, he started to undo the buttons of her blouse and as he did so, he trailed kisses down her body. They stayed more around her beautifully natural breasts[i'll be honest, we both thought they were as fake as Jessica Simpson's], paying most homage to them. But while he did that, he started to take her pencil skirt off, spread her legs just a bit and sort of moved in between them just a bit to get better access to her. He had her sitting more on the couch in a lay back/slouch manner and he was sitting on the ground in between her legs now. Taking her red lacy bra off now, his hands came up to her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing a slight gasp from her. He grinned at her and then moved down to her matching red lacy thong but she stopped him just as he was about to take them off.

Pushing him off of her, she made him sitting down on the couch and she got in between his legs now and started to undo his jeans. He was already bulging into his pants so much now, she was excited but knew how to contain it and let the rest be a mystery. Taking his shoes off and then his pants along with his boxers, she tossed them aside and wrapped her hand around his semi-hardened girth. He was a delectable size; a size she hadn't seen since she married her husband. This town was definitely looking up.

She stroked him gently, swirling him into a world of pleasure. He began to undo his shirt and opened it, pushing it aside but it was still on. The sight of his chest--his toned chest, abs and pecs--caused her to lean in and press a single kiss to his neck and then down. She trailed kisses over his pecs and his abs, all until she came down to his member. hEr tongue came out and ran over the tip and then down the side, down to the base. Running it back up the underside, her tongue then played a bit at the slit of his c**k, each gesture she made caused his breathing to quicken and light moans to come from him. Hearing that gave her major satisfaction. To be able to make a man moan gave a woman such power. They could warp that into their own advantage. But I'm just sayin'.

It was then she took him into her mouth after teasing him a bit, to which he let out a gratifying moan, a bit louder this time. She took him into her mouth about half way down his size and started bobbing her head up and down on him. She did it well. This was perhaps the best head he was getting. I never gave him head so that didn't matter. His hand came and rested on the back of her head, his fingers running through her beautifully soft blond locks. He honestly couldn't help himself as he started to very slightly push his hips up into her mouth. Her plan was to make him writhe in pleasure but not bring him to his peak. Just enough to make him want so badly to be in her where she'd then rock his entire world. She liked to take control.

After a few minutes, she pulled back and he was oh so close. Grinning, she stood up, standing in a sexy stance where her legs were slightly apart, shoulder length and her hip was sticking out just a tad. Her freshly manicured fingers slowly teased at the waistband of her thong and her thumbs hooked in. She turned around and bent over just a bit, her back to him and giving him a lovely sight to her beautiful a**. He sat up a bit and he watched her, his jaw slightly dropped. She pulled her thong down slowly and teasingly, making just watching him like torture since he knew he couldn't just grab her. She was Mrs. Althea Jacobson. You don't just grab her; so he says.

She kicked her thong to the side away from her once it was off and she moved to him and stroked him gently, causing him to moan out. He was so close and this waiting was torturing him. It was then she made her way into his lap, straddling him and instantly took him in. She was tight. Tighter than he expected and his c**k throbbed inside of her as it made its way deeper into her.

A soft moan came from her; his hands gripped her hips and he thrust up hard into her, letting out a loud groan. You predict the rest.
 
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