Chapter 2

I was so fucking excited smearing butter all over her cute winker. I didn’t care if there was a camera, I didn’t care that I left finger swipes in the butter. I just had to fuck her, any part of her.

The progress was exceedingly slow for how silently I performed the act of anal sex. Her ass resisted but I was persistent.

Then I was in all the way. Back and forth I eased my lubed log enjoying my first butt fuck all the more for how slow it was.

A mere ten or fifteen tight strokes and I was jetting my cum deep into the recesses of her rectum from where it would never see the light of day.

Tiptoeing, I cleaned her up with paper towels, threw away the butter, grabbed my clothes, and departed quiet as the night I slipped in to.

A couple weeks later he invited me over for more drinking. It was hard to pass up my neighbors free alcohol but I was sure he had either watched the presumed video of me defiling his wife’s asshole or knew nothing. It was simple enough to claim Angela wanted me at home. I declined cordially and hung up the phone in complete safety.

Half an hour later Lilly was at the door, “Angela, can Randy steal your husband away for a bit. We’ll send him back before you know it?”

Angela agreed readily while I attempted excuses. Lilly took my hand and her skin felt so warm in mine. Angela couldn’t see it from further in the house but she had no bra on under her dress (the same one she wore when I’d fucked her ass) and her jiggly side boob called urgently to me. Twice I’d played with her body and I’d not once touched her boobs. Maybe I would touch them tonight.

I convinced myself it would be simple not to over drink. A couple glasses of weak beer and I would head out.

Soon enough, Randy offered me a chilled glass and poured the beer, laughing as he was in such a good mood. There was no way there was a camera or he would be mad.

Lilly drank too much, dropped her sexy dress from her nude body, but trotted off to bed hardly aware what effect she had on me.

I was good: I only had four beers. But the next thing you know I could barely walk. In a drunken stupor I said I had to go home but Randy just held Lilly’s discarded dress to my nose, “You can smell her perfume, can’t you?”

I could, “It’s intoxicating.”

He held my arms up, slipping the dress over my head, “This is my favorite dress of hers. Often I like to fuck her in it. Like you did the other day.”

“It’s not what you think. I never put it in her pussy.”

Reaching under the dress I was now wearing he removed my other more manly clothes. He agreed, “Well, not really, right? You were only in the tiniest bit.”

I grasped at any hope I could, “Yea, not any important amount at all.” He was now massaging my balls and stiffening cock and boy did it feel good.

“How did you know? A camera? Why am I so drunk?”

“I know everything.” Then he added, “Everclear in the beer,”

He bent my wrist in some sort of Jujutsu hold and guided me over to the table. He helped me climb up, positioning my body so my ass was right at the edge. “We’re gonna like this neighbor. You still have a cute bum and the coy way you’ve invited me to fuck it is so exciting…”

Randy jerked my cock a few times then pushed on my hip to expose my asshole to his view. “Bee a sport and hand me that butter dish, will ya?”

My hand reached, flailing, but I failed.

A moment later and Randy was smearing oily butter all over and in my ass. “Do you like it, buddy?”

My mouth had a mind of its own, “Yea, it feels great. Those thick fingers of yours are really stretching me good.”

I couldn’t see his face but I swear I could hear his grin, “These fingers are nothing. Your dick isn’t all that thick either.” Then I was empty.

Randy crouched down behind me pulling my balls back between my legs so he could suck on them a bit. When he stood up he never let his encircling hand leave imprisoned scrotum. It all felt great!

From nowhere I giggled, “I think you’re gay Randy.”

His cockhead pressed up against my hole, “You should talk, you’re the one in a dress about to get fucked up the ass.”

He started to push and there was no way his cock was going to fit. Even drunk out of my mind I tried to scootch away from the offending club. But a strong hand pulling me back by my stretched ball sack stopped me from getting too far.

I screamed, “Wait! It’s too big.”

He laughed, “What if yours had been too big for Lilly? You never asked. And fair is fair. We’ve gotta get eeven.”

He flipped me onto my stomach and pushed some more, “Fuck that hurts, Randy. And the edge of the table is killing my cock.”

“It’s only killing it because you’re hard as a rock. And you’re only hard because you’re gay and you like this. And the pain in your ass will go away as soon as you relax.”

I stopped squirming, “You think?”

“I know. Let’s go over to the couch willingly and we can do what we both want.”

I walked slowly toward the couch with his hand on my ass cheek, caressing and propelling me. I whined, “Just cause my cock is hard doesn’t mean I want it.”

He pointed toward the back of the couch indicating I should bend over it. “I s’pose not neighbor. But you kept on my wife knowing the consequences full well. And you came back into my house knowing I owed you an anal treat. So no more games.”

I bent over the couch with my naked ass propped up and ready for him to defile it.

He held a bottle out to me, “Here, try these poppers. It’ll help.”

A minute later and the head of his cock was making its way into me with his ministrations, “Relax buddy. Just relax.”

“You really think I’m gay?”

“Dude! No. I was just foolin’. Would you rather be home fuckin’ that hot wife of yours or leanin’ o’er my couch?”

“Oh, right. You had me.”

“Does it feel good yet?”

I lifted up my head as if that would help me decide, “Yes. Yes it does.” Then I dropped my head into my elbows again as I took the strokes that were coming faster and faster. “Does THAT make me gay?”

He stopped pounding me for a minute. “How many times do I have to tell you, and why the fuck don’t ya know?”

“Good.” And he started up abusing my asshole again. “You come over every Friday and do what you want to my wife. Then I do whatever you did to her to you. Deal?”

“What I really want to do to her is get a blowjob. Do you think that could even work with her passed out?”

“What makes you so sure she was passed out? And yea, my little Louisiana slut would be happy to suck your cock.”

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