Loading...Mark lazily stabbed his fork at the frozen meal, puncturing the plastic before shoving it in the microwave. He set the timer before taking a long sip of his beer, his third of the evening. He tossed the package toward the garbage, already overflowing with similar boxes and the matching dirty trays.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, he scratched at the rough beard on his jaw.
I really should get around to shaving this off, he thought. Maybe I’ll have a shower later tonight and do it then. Taking another swig from the beer, he chuckled to himself. Not likely, he thought. He hadn’t showered in several days and couldn’t really think of a reason to do so tonight.
The microwave beeped and he pulled the tray out taking care not to burn himself on an errant burst of steam, yet again. Every time it happened he vowed he would start actually cooking himself meals but whenever he tried it just seemed to be too much of a bother and another instant meal would be shoved into the microwave.
He hadn’t always been this way. He used to enjoy cooking, when it had been for two. But ever since his wife has stunned him with the announcement that she was leaving him to be with another man, he had fallen apart. It had been over a year now, she was remarried and his life was still a shambles.
He had sold the house they had shared, the one that was supposed to be perfect for the family they would raise. There were too many memories there and he had moved to another suburb and bought another house in this quiet neighborhood with the intention of pulling himself together, but he just couldn’t seem to muster the energy.
At only twenty-six he was too young to be wallowing in self-pity and his friends had tried to help, setting him up with other women, taking him to clubs but he kept declining their invitations and just getting drunk on the dates they forced him to go on. Eventually they left him alone, letting him know they’d be there for him when he was ready.
Grabbing the fork, he carried the steaming tray outside to his second floor deck. It was a warm night and he wanted to escape the sight of his dirty kitchen. He heard the shouts of laughter coming from the yard next door and resolutely sat with his back to the happy family.
The Sandersons had tried to be friendly, welcoming him to the neighborhood and inviting him to barbeques. He had seen two children, a young daughter about twelve, a son about seventeen and he guessed they had been married around twenty years. The sight of their happiness was more than he could bear and he always found an excuse to refuse their invitations and eventually they had backed off, leaving him alone.
He was wallowing in memories of happier times when shouts of surprise from next door suddenly brought him back to the present.
“Carolyn, we didn’t expect you home today!” he heard the mother exclaim. “I thought your last exam was next week!”
“No Mom, it was yesterday. I knew you had it wrong and I wanted to surprise you!’ he heard an unfamiliar female voice answer.
He turned, twisting in his seat, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Whoa,” he muttered as his gaze settled on a young woman in the backyard next door. She was about twenty he figured, with long tumbling auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. He couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, but her alluring figure was easy to see. The cropped t-shirt and tiny shorts showcased her full firm breasts, trim waist, flat stomach, and round tight ass atop long athletic legs.
“Hey Cary, you’re home,” her brother cried, coming out of the house, accompanied by the youngest sibling who ran to hug her sister.
Mark watched the happy reunion, his eyes drinking in the beauty of the just-returned daughter and felt a stirring in his body that another woman hadn’t created since his wife left him.
He suddenly realized she was staring up at him and he quickly turned away.
“Mom, who’s that guy?” Carolyn asked her mother, discreetly pointing at Mark’s now turned back.
“Oh, his name is Mark. He moved in a couple of months ago. He’s not very friendly,” she sniffed.
Carolyn couldn’t help but smile at her mother’s disapproval. She expected everyone to be as friendly and as outgoing as she was and if they weren’t, well then, they were just rude.
“I’ll just go over and say hi,” she said, heading towards the end of the fence that divided the two yards.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Mark’s deck, she called up, “Hello? Do you mind if I come up?”
Mark moved to the top of the stairs and gazed down at his neighbor. “Um, sure,” he mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t be offended by the smell of him or the sight of his kitchen through the glass doors.
Moving around to the far side of the table to keep some distance between them, he watched as she came up the stairs. When she reached the top and turned to him he could see that her eyes were a golden hazel. From this close he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra under the t-shirt and her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. My God, she’s hot, he thought to himself.
“Hi, my name’s Carolyn, I live next door. At least during the summer,” she smiled.
“Mark,” he answered simply.
Looking down at the remains of his instant meal, she smiled. “Those things aren’t very filling are they? My Dad’s about to barbeque a bunch of ribs, far more than we all can eat if you’d like to join us,” she invited.
For the first time in months he was actually tempted to accept an invitation, but still he hesitated. “Well, um, I’m not really in any condition to be company. I was working out earlier and am a bit smelly,” he lied to cover his lack of hygiene.
“He hasn’t even started the barbeque, it’ll be awhile yet,” she replied. “C’mon it’ll be fun. He makes great ribs,” she tempted. For some reason she was eager for him to come join them. Beyond the tired t-shirt and jeans, the scruffy beard and dirty hair, there was a potentially very hot guy and she was curious to see if she was right.
“Well, go take a shower,” she urged, laughing.
“um, OK,” he replied unable to resist her. “Would you like a beer, there are some in the fridge,” he offered without thinking.
As he turned to the sliding glass doors, the sight of his kitchen assaulted him. Stepping over the threshold, he turned back to her. “Sorry for the mess. I’ve been really busy lately,” he said lamely, trying to come up with an excuse for the filth.
“Oh, it’s alright,” she said, trying to swallow her revulsion. “I’ve just come from college, you should see some of the communal kitchens in the dorms,” she laughed nervously.
“Well, like I said, help yourself to a beer,” he said before turning to his bathroom.
She pulled open his fridge, noting the emptiness. A bottle of ketchup, some hardened mustard and a jar of pickles with only one pickle left in it. There were several cases of beer though. Pulling open the freezer she saw that it was jammed with packages of frozen meals.
Grabbing a beer, she twisted off the cap and began searching through his cupboards. Finding some large plastic garbage bags, she set about cleaning up the overflowing meal packages and bottle caps. She gathered up all the random beer bottles, putting them back in their discarded cases and stacked them against the wall. After washing her hands, she sat at his kitchen counter, drinking the beer.
Mark stood in his shower, leaning against the wall, his head tipped back, eyes closed, his hand quickly pumping his cock. Images of Carolyn filled his mind, picturing that young hard body naked, straddling his hips, fucking him, her lush breasts bouncing, crying out loudly with passion and desire as he pumped his cum into her. With a groan he came, his cum shooting into the spray of the shower.
He sagged against the wall, stunned that he had done that. Not necessarily the masturbating, it was the only type of sex he engaged in these days, but that he had fantasized about someone other than his ex-wife. With a small smile, he shook his head and reached for the shaving foam.
Carolyn was on her second beer and was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long when she finally heard the shower shut off. A door opened somewhere and a moment later Mark walked into the kitchen with a towel around his waist.
For a moment she didn’t recognize him. He had shaved and the body she had wondered about under the stretched out t-shirt was firm and hard.
“I’m sorry, I thought you had gone,” he stammered, thinking that she had left. “You cleaned up?” he asked, suddenly noticing what she had done. “Was it that bad?” he winced.
“Yeah, it was,” she smiled. Her gaze took in his handsome face, uncovered by the beard, slid down his neck to his bare chest, over his terry covered hips and thighs to his calves and back up again. Her frank appraisal of him caused a stirring in his body and his cock began to rise beneath the towel.
She rose from her seat and approached him. Reaching out, she stroked his cheek. “So much better without the beard,” she said softly. Her sudden touch startled him and he took a step back.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, not taking her eyes off him. “I guess your wife wouldn’t like that?” she asked.
“I’m not married,” he managed. Please don’t notice, he thought, don’t look down. His cock was beginning to tent the towel and just as he made his silent plea, she did happen to look down.
With a knowing look in her eye, she again stepped closer, her finger boldly tracing a line across his abdomen, just above the towel. He again stepped back.
“Girlfriend?” she asked.
“No,” he gulped.
“Boyfriend?” she persisted, raising her eyebrows and smiling.
“No,” he repeated.
“You just don’t like me touching you?” she asked, again stepping closer to him. Raising her hand, she brushed it against his temple, her fingers threading through his wet hair, down to the back of his neck.
Mark closed his eyes and sucked in a deep shuddering breath. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him like this and he was having trouble keeping control. What did she want, he wondered. He was standing before her wearing only a towel and he was obviously aroused, she must know what she’s doing.
He felt her tugging the towel from his grip and his eyes flew open just as she pulled it free. He was standing before her naked and without another thought, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him, his lips landing hungrily on hers.
Carolyn melted against him, opening her lips to his, her tongue boldly seeking his. His hands cupped her face, ran down her arms, wrapped around her, relishing the feeling of a woman’s body against his for the first time in a year.
He slid his hands up under her t-shirt and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples. It’s a good thing I jerked off in the shower otherwise I would be cumming right now he thought as he gently squeezed her tits. Moving her hands to her waist, she pulled off the t-shirt, baring her perfect tits. Mark lowered his head, sucking a dark pink nipple into his mouth, gently nipping it with his teeth.
“Oh yes,” she breathed, tipping her head back. His fingers were on her shorts opening the button and pulling the zipper down. Tugging on the shorts, they fell to her ankles and she kicked them away. Pulling back, Mark gazed down at her body, only a tiny thong covering her pussy. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband she slowly pulled it down revealing a fully shaved mound.
“Oh God,” he whispered, staring at her. “Oh Carolyn,” he murmured, pulling her back into his embrace, kissing her deeply, his hands caressing and squeezing her ass.
Her own hand dropped down between their bodies and wrapped around his cock, gently stroking him. Breaking the kiss, she fell to her knees before him and licking her lips, she slid him into her mouth.
“Oh God, oh yes,” Mark gasped as she began sucking him. Like a good college girl she excelled at giving head and soon her nose was pressed against his stomach and he thought he was going to lose his mind. Relentlessly, her head bobbed back and forth, letting him slide down her throat until he clenched his fingers in her hair. “Stop Carolyn, oh God, stop,” he begged.
Pulling her mouth from him, she gently stroked his cock. “How many times can you cum in a row?” she asked.
“Usually two,” he gasped.
“Well, what’s the problem?” she asked, about to take him in her mouth again.
“I…uh…I came in the shower just a few minutes ago,” he admitted.
A wicked smile curled her lips as she rose. “You naughty boy,” she playfully admonished. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “Fuck me good and hard.”
Surprising her, he spun her around and bent her over his kitchen counter, spreading her thighs with his knee. He could see her pussy was wet, but he teased her, stroking the head of his cock at her entrance, parting her pussy lips and pressing just a bit before sliding up between her ass cheeks, teasing her tight ass hole, before returning to her hungry pussy.
“Oh Mark, give it to me baby, please don’t tease,” she begged.
With a deep groan, he slid his cock into her welcoming heat, her tight pussy gripping him. Pausing for a moment, he had to catch his breath and then continued his penetration. “God damn, you feel good!” he exclaimed when he was all the way in.
Pulling back he began to fuck her slowly, gradually picking up speed until he was plowing into her, fucking her hard.
“Oh yes, Mark, give it to me baby, give it to me, ram that cock into me!” she cried out, pushing her hips back, meeting his thrusts.
“You like it rough, baby?” he growled, slamming into her.
“Oh yes,” she answered breathlessly, “I love it.”
Raising his hand, he slapped her ass, reddening one cheek and then the other. Encouraged by her lusty cries, he pulled up one of her thighs, resting the bent knee on a bar stool. Reaching between her legs, he pinched one of her pussy lips between his fingers, still fucking her, he pinched hard, twisting the tender flesh as she cried out, her knuckles white as she gripped the counter top.
“Oh God, Mark, oh yes, oh yes,” she gasped.
“You like that, don’t you? You dirty girl,” he hissed in her ear, pinching her again.
“Yes, oh yes, I’m a dirty girl, a dirty slut. Fuck me baby, fuck me,” she moaned as he continued his assault on her pussy.
“Oh God, oh yes, oh fuck yes,” she cried, flinging her hair back, slapping the counter as her orgasm tore through her, her juices soaking Mark’s fingers.
Leaving her thigh pulled up high, he again spanked her ass, slapping her hard.
“Oh yes, spank me,” she gasped.
He happily complied, thoroughly slapping her cheeks until they were red. “You are a very naughty girl,” he growled, squeezing her sore ass.
Roughly, he pulled her leg from the bar stool and spun her to face him. Dropping in front of her, he gripped her around the legs and lifted her onto the counter. With his arms still wrapped around her thighs he pulled them apart and lowered his head. With a loud gasp, Carolyn lay back, her head dangling off the edge of the counter as he began to eat her.
“Oh God, Mark, yes, oh yes,” she breathed as he suckled her clit, nibbled at her pussy lips and plunged his tongue into her. He added his fingers, plunging deeply into her hot, wet hole as he drew her clit into his mouth.
“Oh fuck!” she cried as his teeth suddenly bit down on her clit, his fingers pinching and twisting her pussy lips, his other fingers plunging deeply into her. “Fuck yes!” she cried, her back arching up off the counter, her hands grinding Mark’s face into her pussy as she came hard, her juices smearing his face.
Lifting his head, he watched her, awed by the beauty of her body. Her tits were firm on her chest, the hardened nipples pointing to the ceiling as her back arched. His fingers dug into her thighs and he again lowered his head, not intending to give her a moment’s rest.
“Oh God, oh God,” she whimpered as his teeth and tongue returned to her quivering mound, once again licking, sucking, and biting.
Momentarily lifting his head, he slapped her wet snatch a few times, much to her delight, before resuming his task.
Writhing on the counter, Carolyn couldn’t even think. All she was aware of was the wicked magic Mark was working between her thighs. Never before had she received such incredible oral sex, she had certainly never cum so hard from the inexperienced lips of the college boys she had been fucking.
“Oh God yes, Mark, fuck yes,” she growled as her back again arched up off the counter. “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she whimpered as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out again as Mark slapped her cumming pussy, the wet smacks ringing through the kitchen.
Without warning, he pulled her towards him and rammed his cock back into her. “God, you are so hot and wet,” he grunted, driving into her. Lowering his head, he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth as his cock pummeled her softness.
Raising his head, he grabbed her ankles and lifting them up, pulled them together, pushing them back over her face, exposing her ass to him.
Pulling his cock from her pussy, he gazed down at her tight asshole. Slipping a finger in his mouth, he wet it and pressed the tip against her puckered hole. “I want your ass,” he hissed in her ear as his finger pushed inside her.
“Oh God, oh yes, take my ass, you bastard, fuck it,” Carolyn whimpered.
Encouraged by her words, he forced his finger all the way inside her. Sliding his cock back inside her cunt, he continued fucking her pussy, and began finger fucking her ass. She was so tight, he really had to work at it. Slipping his finger from her ass, he wet two of them in juices from her pussy before pushing them both inside her and then adding a third. Pumping his hand quickly, he fucked her ass, his cock matching the pace in her pussy.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck, yes!” she cried as another orgasm erupted within her, both her ass and pussy clenching tightly around him.
He pulled out and dragged her off the counter, turning her around and bending her over. Without waiting, and with his cock soaked with her cum he aimed it at her loosened ass. With a loud grunt he thrust his hips forward, forcing several inches of his dick into her.
Carolyn cried out loudly as he penetrated her. “Oh yes, yes yes!” she almost screamed, flinging her hair back.
Gripping her hips tightly, Mark continued sliding his cock inside her. Pulling back slightly, he pushed in further. He kept fucking her slowly, pulling back a little and pushing in further until he was in to the hilt, his balls pressed against her soaked pussy.
“Do you like that, you bad girl? You like my cock deep inside your ass?” he growled in her ear, grinding against her.
“Oh yes. It feels so damn good,” she grunted, pressing back against him. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck my ass good and hard.”
“Say please,” he whispered.
“Please,” she breathed.
Still holding tightly onto her hips, he pulled back until only his head was still inside her and then slammed back inside, causing her to cry out loudly.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s it, give it to me hard,” she growled.
Mark didn’t hold anything back and began plowing his cock into her. Pistoning his hips, he fucked her tight ass with all his might, getting more and more turned on by how much she was loving it. Again lifting her leg to the bar stool, he gazed down at her spread cheeks, watching his rod sliding in and out of her, awed by the sight of her tight hole stretched around him. Releasing her hips he spanked her ass, again reddening her behind.
Crying out incoherently and slapping the counter, Carolyn pushed her ass out, meeting Mark’s rough thrusts, loving the feeling of hips slapping against her sore cheeks. The thickness of his cock was spreading her ass, plunging deeply inside, driving her crazy. Skirting the edge of delirium she urged him on. “C’mon baby, give it to me. I love the feel of your big cock inside me, ramming deep in my ass. Fuck me, fuck my tight ass,” she gasped.
She was climaxing repeatedly, her clenching ass squeezing his cock until he could bear it no more and with a roar, he exploded inside her, filling her ass with his cum. “I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he cried, grinding against her.
“Oh yes, oh God, yes!” she grunted as he slammed into her, depositing his load of cum deep inside her.
Suddenly spent, they both sagged against the counter, desperately trying to catch their breath. Heart pounding wildly, Mark slowly pulled away from her, spreading her cheeks to watch globs of his cum sliding out of Carolyn’s gaping asshole to slide down into her soaked pussy. He had never cum so hard and was amazed at how much cream he had spewed.
Laying against the counter, she knew what he was looking at and waited until he was finished before slowly lowering her leg from the stool. “Did you spread me wide?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Oh yeah, you’re gaping huge,” he replied, smiling back at her.
“Where’s your bathroom?” she asked, wandering down the hallway he had come from earlier.
After cleaning herself up as best she could, she returned to the kitchen and began to pull on her clothes. Mark had put the towel back on and was sitting at the counter finishing her beer.
Giving him a deep kiss, she turned to leave. “So, are you coming over for ribs?” she asked with a smile at the door.
“Yeah, just give me a few minutes,” he replied returning her smile.
He watched her leave and gazed around his tidy but still dirty kitchen. Tomorrow I will clean this up, he thought, and knew that this time he would follow through. Images of Carolyn filled his head and he finally felt some hope that maybe he could be happy again.