The Lecher Next Door

I was 26 and had recently travelled from northern Michigan to western Wisconsin to accept a teaching job at a small college. It was a chance to move up from teaching in high school to higher education. There was a housing shortage in the small college town, so I was lucky that a fellow teacher was glad to split the rent of a two-bedroom apartment with me. It was in a two-story building with eight apartments on each floor.

We were about the same age, both petite, about 5' tall, and pretty, but I had a voluptuous figure and Mara had a delicate frame. She had nice legs, which she displayed in miniskirts (Her male students must have thought that "things were looking up", each time she appeared) a womanly ass, and smaller breasts than mine. I was blonde, with a "pixie" haircut, and Mara had long, black hair.

Directly across the hall was another apartment, in which lived a middle-aged married couple, who also taught in the college! Margaret taught home economics, and John taught biology. His behavior suggested that his specialty was human biology, women's bodies, and sex education. He was skinny, about 5'7", wore black rimmed glasses, had thinning dark hair and looked to be around fifty.

I became friends with Margaret. Whenever John was there, however, he made both of us uncomfortable. His eyes always focused on my legs whenever I sat down. When he talked to me, he looked at my prominent breasts.

"You're a fine specimen of woman, Julia, with a luscious figure!"

He'd ask if I were dating and how my sex life was going. One time, when John asked me, "Are you still a virgin?" Margaret was in tears and said,

"You drive all of my friends away!"

I wondered why he picked on me. Mara was a pretty woman, with a nice ass and shapely legs, showing more of them than I in her miniskirts. She asked why I wore knee-length skirts and dresses.

"I guess it's a carryover from Catholic school."

During a warm late September, I shopped for a miniskirt and a minidress. It was a relief to shed the girdle and pantyhose I wore for teaching. I also began to wear tops with scoop necklines that showed some cleavage. Would my male students be looking down my cleavage, as well as up my skirt? I was walking down the hall to the apartment as one of the other tenants was just leaving; we exchanged pleasantries and went our ways. As if the lecher had been lurking with his ear to his door, he stepped out to meet me.

"Julie, I like the sexy way you're dressing lately, showing more of your fine legs and a nice sample of your big tits!"

"Oh, thanks, John. You really know how to embarrass women!"

"Do you have an itch?"

"An itch, where?"

"Here!"

He thrust his right hand up my skirt and grabbed my pussy! I was so shocked that I froze, long enough for him to squeeze and massage my sex! Then, I yipped, slapped his face hard enough to knock his glasses off, and retreated into my apartment. I was breathless! The dirty old man had sent a dirty sexual thrill through my body!

About a week later, I was down in the laundry room, bending over to remove clothes from the washer, when I felt hands grab my ass! I cried out and straightened up. The hands then grabbed my breasts! Lips kissed my neck and John's voice whispered,

"I'll trade a slap anytime in exchange for feeling you up!"

He had me trapped between the washer and his body. I felt his hard cock poking my ass. I tried to wiggle loose, which only aroused him more. With his left forearm embracing my breasts, he stepped back just enough to get his right hand up my skirt again and between my thighs. With his feet, he pushed mine apart so that he could get a good grip on my pussy! I began to feel weak in the knees, and the bastard was making me wet! I submitted, hoping that he would soon stop.

"Are you satisfied?"

"No, and neither are you! Your pussy is wet and ready for cock! We need to fuck!"

I stomped on his foot with mine. He yelped and released his grip on me. I spun around and socked his face as hard as I could. While he bent down to retrieve his glasses, I kicked him to the floor.

"Was that worth feeling me up?"

I scampered up the stairs, gasping for breath, my big breasts heaving. If having my mound massaged could thrill me and feeling my pussy fingered aroused me, what could John do to me with his cock? Ugh! What could I experience making love with the right man? Mara soon came home.

"Would you go down into the laundry room with me? I have clothes to put into the dryer."

She faced me incredulously with her hands on her hips.

"Are you afraid to go into the basement? That's kid stuff!"

"John's no kid! He just molested me down there when I was taking my clothes out of the washer."

"John has never bothered me. He never so much as made a lewd remark. He has given me a salacious look up and down when I'm in a miniskirt, but I don't give him the reaction he craves. I thought he was creepy but all talk. Aren't you the lucky one!"

"I suppose you look like a lady and I look like a peasant he can roll in the hay!"

We went downstairs and Mara helped me to load the dryer.

"Did he eventually stop, or did you fight him off?"

"He manhandled me and said he wanted to fuck me. I handled him with my foot and my fist."

"Good for you, girl! A kick in the nuts will put any lecher out of the mood!"

"I didn't kick him there. My younger brother was kicked there by another boy. He yelped in pain, doubled over, and vomited. I guess that gave me some empathy. Kicking a man in the nuts would be my last resort, if he were about to rape me."

"A guy can slip it into you before you have a chance!"

"It's not so easy with a virgin."

"Are you backward, too? At least, we have that protection. If we gave it up to the right guy, he could chase off the sex maniacs. Are you going to complain to the police?"

"I can't do that to his wife; Margaret is my friend. Besides, can you see the headlines? 'COLLEGE PROFESSOR ACCUSES COLLEAGUE OF SEXUAL ASSAULT! Wife Sues for Divorce'. Teachers are held to a higher standard of conduct. About the only way to lose tenure, which I hope to get in four years, is moral turpitude. John would lose his job and go to jail. Some people would wonder if I'd encouraged him with my hot body."

Mara giggled. "How about this? BIOLOGIST CLAIMS SEX EDUCATION OF FEMALE COLLEAGUE."

I began dating a colleague in the English Department. He was hired the semester after I was. He was good-looking: blond with blue eyes and about 5'8" tall. He had lively sense of humor. Maybe there's at least a bit of sex maniac in most men. Bob was very sensual. He liked my body very much. Soon, he was French-kissing me goodnight. I craved physical contact, so I provoked him to wrestle with me. Down on the carpet in my apartment, he'd squeeze my breasts, try to open my blouse and get my bra off.

One winter night, on our way back from dining out, a storm stranded us. We sought refuge in a motel. While we had drinks at a table, I said,

"You can have me, if you want."

He wanted! He rented a room. It had two beds, but we used only one. He sat in a chair to let me use the bathroom and prepare for bed. I stood before him to unzip my dress down the back. When I turned to face him with my dress down to my waist, he removed my bra and finally got his hands and mouth on my big breasts. There was a problem with the heat. The thermostat read 55 F! I emerged wrapped in a bath towel.

"I wish I had a nightgown, a warm one!"

"We will use shared bodily warmth. I read that it works best when the man and woman are naked embracing each other. God, you look beautiful and exciting naked!"

Bob warmed up part of me with his fingers. When he penetrated and entered me completely, our union warmed us. When he began fucking me, our entire bodies heated up. My tight pussy and his extreme excitement made him cum after only a few minutes. We lay joined while his hands caressed my thighs and his mouth kissed by breasts and sucked my engorged nipples.

"Can we do it again?" I asked.

Soon, he was hard and fucked me to my first orgasm. The next morning, it occurred to me that I needed to get on The Pill, never mind the Catholic Church! Bob proposed marriage, and I accepted. Before the wedding date, my period came. I called to inform him.

"So you don't have to marry me."

"I felt that we made love and mated that night. I love you and want you in bed with me every night!"

Mara kindly invited Bob to live with us, which also decreased her share of the rent to one-third. Bob enjoyed the extra stimulation of living with two desirable, intelligent and well-educated women. We pre-dated the TV series "Three's Company" but Bob didn't have to pretend not to be heterosexual. During sex, I discovered that I was a screamer! I hoped that Mara's sleeping pills spared her from hearing my ecstasies, because she might have wanted to share more than the apartment! After six months, another apartment at the other end of the hall became vacant, and we moved into it.

My being now a married woman didn't discourage John from ogling me and making lewd remarks, like

"Did he knock you up? That's one way to get a man!" or "Are you pregnant yet?" and "When your big tits swell even bigger with milk and you have too much, I'll be glad to milk you!"

I made some newlywed confessions to Bob about my previous sexual experiences, meagre though they were. There was the boy in college who got a hardon for me and asked me to jack him off, which I found to be a fascinating experiment as I heard him moan and watched him ejaculate profusely, all the while urging me to keep stroking. Another guy made out with me in his car so forcefully that he tore my dress. At least, he didn't tear it off me!

"Finally, there is John, the lecher at the other end of the hall. Before I was married, he'd leer at me up and down my body and make lewd remarks. I was friends with his wife; she didn't seem to have many, so I tolerated John. Eventually, he got physical and molested me."

"He did? The bastard! What did he do to you?"

"He didn't rape me. You know it was you who took my virginity. I'm embarrassed to tell you the sordid details!"

"Tell me! I won't blame you!"

I told him in detail what John had done to me and why I didn't inform on him.

"How did you feel about what he did?"

"That's another reason why I didn't inform on him. I felt guilty, because he gave me a dirty thrill the first time he grabbed me between my legs and I didn't immediately resist. The second time, I let him do what he wanted, on the theory that resistance would only inflame his lust. When he fingered me, we both knew I was aroused and ready for him to enter me. Then I resisted. I kicked and socked him! Why are you looking at me like that? Where are you taking me, to the bedroom?"

Dan quickly stripped me naked. He undressed to display his rigid penis. He grabbed me between my legs and massaged my mound. He pushed me back onto the bed, spread me and smelled that I was aroused, too. He licked and tasted my love nectar until I begged him to fuck me.

"So you're a sex maniac, too, a nice one! What John did to me excites you!"

"Yes, and your confession that you couldn't help that he aroused you denotes a very healthy sexuality!"

This was not tender lovemaking but heated fucking. We both had orgasms.

"I thought you'd protect me from my lecher, but maybe you'd be excited if he felt me up some more! Next time, he may not stop until I let him fuck me!"

"You say such sexy things!"

Dan fucked me again, a good long fucking!

A few days later, I was in the laundry room when John appeared.

"You've changed, for the better. You have a sexual glow, and your tits even look bigger! Regular fucking can do that for a woman. How often is he fucking you?"

"Enough."

"A woman is built to satisfy more than one man. Dan could fuck you every day, and you could still enjoy a good fucking from me! Would you mind if I resumed feeling you up, which is my only excitement? Would you tell your husband? Would he beat me up? Did you tell him what I did to you, and did he get excited and fuck your brains out?"

"Are you speaking as a biologist and dabbling in psychology? You do blather on! Isn't that how prostitutes deal with an attacker, by inviting him to fuck? Then the guy feels impotent and his penis shrivels."

I was up on my tippy toes to retrieve my panties from the bottom of the washer. My miniskirt was hiked up just below my ass.

"You witch! Now that you've had a cock up you and you're being regularly fucked, you're not afraid of my cock!"

I felt him against me, pinning me to the washer. His hands explored my naked thighs outside and inside. He nudged my legs apart and grabbed my pussy, forcing me to gasp and moan. His left hand crept under my top and unfastened my bra. He mauled one breast, strummed the erect nipple even more erect and then worked on the other breast! Meanwhile, his right hand became even busier, insinuated a finger inside the crotch of my panties. I tried to wiggle away from his probing finger. He released my breast to strip me of my panties. I heard him unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly. I heard his trousers fall to the floor.

I panicked and struggled some more. What would Dan want me to do, make another true erotic story for him? What did my body want? My morality conflicted with my body. John kissed between my neck and shoulder. He kissed my ear.

"Easy, now, we both want this."

He sounded like a cowboy breaking in a mare to be ridden. His hands moved to caress my breasts and massage them into my compliance. He got all of his finger up me and finger-fucked me to an orgasm.

"Now, you're wet and ready to be mounted--by any man who's handy. I love the smell and taste of your cunt, but I'm going to love fucking you even more!"

"No! Someone will catch us!"

"Then you'd better not resist so I can get on with fucking you and empty my balls into your tight, juicy cunt!"

His stiff cock touched the inside of my thigh and began probing for my opening. Before I could make up my mind, his cock penetrated me. I discarded the theory about prostitutes as he shoved all of his cock up me. I screamed as he made me cum! It was almost a relief, now that he possessed me, because I no longer had a choice. He grasped my breasts to hold onto while he fucked me. The pleasure spread across my body. It felt extremely exciting to arouse a man so much that he had to use me to satisfy his lust!

John clutched my breasts as he fucked me hard and as deep as he could get. He grunted and groaned. I gasped and moaned.

"You slut! You love what I'm doing to you!"

I felt his prick jerking and spurting his nasty spunk into my pussy. My disloyal pussy kept clenching to squeeze every last drop of his sperm into it.

"You finally got what you wanted, so let me go! Don't tell Margaret!"

"I'd be crazy to tell her! Your husband is extremely lucky! You're the best fuck I've ever had!"

"Thanks! I'll tell him."

"Do, and you'll get a second fucking today! Suck my cock hard and I'll fuck you again now! No? Here. I'll pull your panties back up to keep my spunk in your cunt, so you can show hubby how sexy you are and give him sloppy seconds! Now that I've gotten my cock up your cunt, fucked you, and made you enjoy it, you might as well put out to me whenever I want, because you're a slutwife now!"

It was June, so we were on summer vacation. Dan was home.

"What happened to you? You look tousled and flushed!"

"John happened to me! You gave me no guidance about how to deal with him; you just got excited by my confessions and fucked me hard. John took advantage of my indecision. I hope you aren't angry. I suppose you want all of the nasty details."

"Of course! Did he hurt you?"

"No, he gave me two orgasms! You'd better put a towel on the bed if you want to see what he did to me."

Dan lay our "sex" towel on the bed. I unzipped my skirt and sat on the towel. I lay back. Dan slid my panties down. My pubic hair was matted with sperm. My outer labia were swollen and inflamed. Dan bent toward my pussy for a closer examination.

"Wow! Your inner labia are puffy, your clint is swollen and your cunt is oozing sperm! I didn't know that a man his age could cum so much! You must have really excited him! Did he fuck you twice?"

"He wanted to! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cheat! John almost raped me! He ravished me! Are you going to hit me, leave me, or fuck me?"

"You deserve to be fucked for being so sexy!"

"It does feel as if he fucked a lot of sperm into me!"

"He probably saved up to bank it in your pussy!"

"He asked me to suck him hard so he could fuck me again! He wanted me to taste the cream pie we made!"

"Very erotic!"

"Do you wish I had?"

"Yes!"

Dan mounted me and began fucking me with gusto.

"Now that I gave into him, he'll expect to fuck me whenever he wants to use me. Since he knows I enjoyed what he did to me and it seems to make good foreplay, should I let him keep using me?"

"Let's fuck that over!"

Dan undressed, removed the rest of my clothes and gave my naughty cunt, freshly used by another man, a long fucking, lubricated by adulterous sperm. Instead of John using me, I imagined retiring him and my husband sharing me with a friend or two.