The Girl Next Store (part 3)

The Girl Next Door

Part three

Chapter one:

We did not see Aubry the following day. It was in the afternoon of the second day when she came and rang the bell. My wife was only working part-time, so she happened to answer the door. "Hello Darlene," she said as she entered our house. Darlene escorted her to the couch, "Would you like anything to drink? Maybe a snack?"

"Oh no. I'm fine. Daniel is here?" I was at the top of the stairs and could hear them talking.

"Yes, did you need me to get him? He is up in his office."

"If you don't mind Darlene. It is going to be difficult to remember to call you Darlene."

I imagined my wife smiling at the shy young girl, "Of course not. I will be right back."

My wife came and knocked on my office door. We both went down to the living room. I sat in the recliner while Darlene sat on the couch a couple of feet away from Aubry. "So, what is on your mind?" my wife asked.

Aubry replied, "Well, my mom..., my foster mom wants to talk to you guys if that is okay."

I looked over at my wife who nodded her head yes. "I don't see why not," I replied. "Why don't you invite her over for dinner tonight and we can all talk? Get to know one another."

"That sounds great. Let me head home and see if Mom wants to come over. Thank you both so much. For everything."

Just after seven that evening we finally met Aubry's foster mother. To my shock and wonder, she is a beautiful woman. Long dark hair, with the smile of a Goddess. Deep green eyes that were like pools of liquid emerald. Her breasts were much like her daughter's. I could see her large breasts through the white blouse she was wearing. She wore black pants that did not hide her incredible ass but did hide her legs. Only later would I learn they were muscular and sexy.

We sat down to eat dinner that evening. I am generally the one who cooks, and this evening I made a tasty meal. We had circled the main subject she was here for but finally, I spoke up. "So, Carol, Aubry told you she wants to stay with us. Are you comfortable with that?"

She did not immediately answer. She was trying to form a reply. "Comfortable? I guess, but if I am honest I worry about her. Aubry is..., well she is a bit naive. May I ask you something?" She looked at my wife as she said, "Do you..., do you know what has happened between your husband and my daughter?" Darlene nodded her head yes. "You are okay with this?"

"I guess I am. It's difficult to explain and I don't think you would understand." My wife replied.

"I would understand a lot more than you think I would. I very much envy you guys."

There was something more she wanted to say but she was embarrassed about whatever it was. Darlene then asked, "What is it. There is something you are not saying."

She shrugged, apparently unable, or unwilling, to speak about whatever was on her mind. I did not press her for more information, nor did my wife. Eventually, she said, "I understand she wants to stay here. I think..., I believe, I realize why she wants to stay. I worry that you are taking advantage of her."

This last comment was directed at me. But, it was my wife who responded. "Carol, she can leave whenever she wants. We would even help her financially. I swear, whatever happens, she will not be abandoned."

Carol nodded her head, accepting what my wife said. There was more I wanted to know of this woman. But, it seemed she did not want to share anymore. We ate our meal, talked of this and that just enjoying the company. After a couple of hours, Carol and Aubry excused themselves and went home.

A few minutes after they left, I reached my hand out for my wife. "Upstairs, wench." I had a smile on my face, "It's time you earn your keep." She smiled back at me and we went up to your bedroom. "On your knees. You are going to suck my cock."

She dropped to the floor and began to unlace my shoes. Once my shoes and socks were off, she helped me out of my pants and underwear. My cock was at full attention, awaiting her hands, her mouth. First, she wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking up and down with her right hand as her left hand massaged the base of my manhood. "So you like that baby?"

I nodded yes, "But that is sir, wench."

She then leaned forward and licked just the tip of my cock, a drop of precum had leaked out in anticipation of her sucking my hard dick. "How about that, sir?"

"Oh, yes, baby. That feels really good. Are you my cock sucking slut now, Darlene?" She did not answer me with words, but instead brought her mouth to my eight-inch member and slid her wet orifice down onto it. She took half of my dick into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my manhood driving me to distraction. Then she slid her mouth even further down. My wife had been practicing, she now took my entire cock into her mouth and throat.

Up and down she swallowed my cock. Her abilities and her willingness to please me had increased exponentially. Initially, I ran my hands through her hair. That was not enough, I needed to show her who was in charge. That I

was

in charge. I grasped the back of her hand and forced he head down, pushing my cock into her mouth. Deep I pushed my cock into her throat, now grabbing her hair in my tight grip.

Now I did something I had never done with my wife. I held her head and began to fuck her mouth, her face as if it were a pussy. She choked, spit pouring out of her mouth and down her chin. Her eyes had a bit of fear in them which thoroughly turned me on. It was a bit cruel. I was treating my wife like an object. More than that, like a whore. After a couple of minutes, I released her so that she could catch her breath.

Darlene did not say anything. I watched as she gasped for breath, letting her recover some. But not for too long. "Back to it baby. Suck my cock until you swallow every drop of my cum." She looked into my eyes. She saw that I was now in charge. That I had changed. Perhaps there was a small amount of fear, but there was also arousal in her eyes.

She went back to work. She cupped my balls, gently squeezing in between them as he brought her mouth to my dick. Up and down, engulfing the entire length while at the same time swirling her tongue around it. She pressed that tongue against the sensitive spot underneath the tip of my cock. The frenulum. "Fuck, baby. Are..., are you ready to swallow my cum? Here I go. Fuck! Here I go. Oh, yeeeeees!" I screamed as I shot my load of cum into her mouth. Over and over I pumped my jizz into her mouth. She was truly game. She was becoming an expert blow job artist. She swallowed every drop, smiling at me as she finished.

"Did you like that, baby?"

I pulled her up off of her knees and to me. I held her as I too gasped for air from my exertions. "Jesus you are getting good at that. But remember, especially in the bedroom, it's sir. Are you okay with all this? I know you say you want me in charge, but I want to be certain you can handle it."

"Oh, cut it out, sir. I am your slut now. I will do whatever you want. It turns me on to be your slut, your servant." I pulled her to me, my cock dangling, becoming soft, and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. Our mouths separated, "You know I do love you, Daniel. Sorry, sir. I like how our lives are changing. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. To make things right between us."

Still hot for my wife, I undressed her and brought her to our bed. I removed the remainder of my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and lay on her left side. I gently kissed her forehead, my hand inching down, tracing a line from her jawline to her taught nipple. "Ohhhh," she moaned as I moved down her body. My mouth found that left nipple and gently licked it. Now I traced down her body with my tongue. I licked down her stomach to her navel, and then lower. My mouth found the bare area above her slit. I kissed the area above her shaved pussy, too.

"Oh, yes, baby. I mean, sir. Yes." I smiled to myself and brought my mouth to her love button and gently touched it with my tongue. I then began to suck on her clit as I rubbed her pussy lips with my fingers, her sounds of pleasure music to my ears. "Oh, God yes, yes my love. I mean sir." She kept forgetting herself but all that did was turn me on. Next, I pushed two fingers into her pussy as I more aggressively sucked on her love button. "Fuck, fuck, sir I am going to cum. I am going to cum on your face."

Darlene sprayed my face with her love juice and I lapped up as much as I could manage, some leaking down my chin. Finished, I moved up her body. My face at hers I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing. Then she said something that excited me above all else, "Fuck me, Master. Please fuck your slave. My pussy is so hot for your cock, sir."

"On your hands and knees, wench. Do you want my cock? Get on your hands and knees." She very quickly moved to the position I ordered her to. I knew her pussy was very wet, so I climbed behind her and stabbed my cock into the depths of Darlene's cunt. I began to pound her, my hands on her waist as I felt my cock hit her cervix, over and over again. "You like that slut? Do you like that cock pounding your pussy?"

"Oh, god yes. Yes sir. F-fuck me, master. Fuck me hard. Fuck your love slave. Fuck my pussy, sir." As she said this she squeezed my cock. She crushed my dick with her inner muscles, as hard as she ever had. It felt amazing. "Stop..., don't squeeze anymore. I want you to cum on my cock first, wench." I don't know where I came up with wench, but I just enjoyed saying it about my wife.

"Y-yes, sir. Yes, oh yes. Fuck master I am going to cum on your dick. Fuck, I am about to cum on your hard cock. Yes..., yes, grab my hips t-tight, master. Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" I then saw her cum coat my cock. It was so exciting. The way we were acting, the change in our lives. "Y-yes, sir. Fuck yes." She said as she came down from the peak of her orgasm.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh... Fuck my slut, I am going to fill your pussy with my cum. Here, ugh, ugh, here I go wench. Here goes my man juice. Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh..." I sprayed her insides, her cunt with my load. Over and over I pumped her, even after I had finished emptying my balls of cum. As hard as I had ever felt a release, this was like that. My stomach muscles ached with my release.

The previous few weeks, the time with Aubry, changed me. Not just physically, for I was in better shape. But, also, psychologically. I was no longer afraid of being too rough. Also, I was enjoying being dominant with my women. Yes, they were both my women.

Chapter two:

The next day Aubry stopped by. I guess she had been skipping the gym to spend these last days she could with her mother. Her Foster Mother. There was a knock at the door. It just so happened that I told Darlene to do some grocery shopping at the time. Something in the past she was loathe to do. But she had changed. "Oh, hi, Aubry. Come on in. Is everything okay with your mother?"

"Oh, yes. She is fine. I just wanted to check in with you guys. Where's Darlene?"

"She is running some errands." We both sat on the couch, looking at each other. "Aubry, is there something on your mind?" I could not help myself, there was a bit of a lewd look on my face. She moved close to me and we kissed. "God, you are so beautiful, my sweet. My sweet young thing."

"Did you need me? Did you need me right now, Daddy?"

I did. I wanted her bad. But there was something else I needed to know. "Yes, I do. But, I have to ask about your mother. Something is going on with her, and it worries me. She would not tell me. Will you tell me what is hiding?"

She hesitated. She was not sure she should tell me what was going on with Carol. I could see that, but I just had to know what she was hiding. "Please..., remember. I am your daddy. You have to do as I say. Tell me what is going on with your Foster Mother."

She moved away. "Okay, fine. My mom was sick a few years ago. She caught something from a sexual encounter. From someone. An old boyfriend. From what she has told me, an asshole." I did not interrupt her, I wanted her to get this out. "Well, eventually she healed. But, it left her barren. It also made it so that sex is too painful for her."

I finally had to speak. "I am so sorry. Is there nothing they can do? I mean..., that is if she is even interested in sex anymore."

"Oh, she is. I mean she thinks I don't know of her desire for sex. But I do. In answer to your other question, there is a surgery. It's called a vaginoplasty or something like that. Hers is more complicated than most, and very expensive. She is trying to save her money for the surgery. That is one of the reasons she is selling the house. It sounds a bit cold. I mean moving and selling the house so soon after Dad passed. But, we knew it was coming and he encouraged us to get on with our lives. My foster dad was a good man, Daniel. Uhm, I mean daddy."

Suddenly I knew what I wanted to do. I mean for Carol. At the time I had no ulterior motive, I just wanted to help Aubry's mother out. That's not completely true. Carol as I mentioned is a beautiful woman. "Damn. Aubry, you know I am fairly wealthy. I am frugal and rarely spend money unnecessarily. You know, I could help out your mom."

Aubry looked at me. She had a look of complete surprise on her face. "I..., I never thought of that. I mean, it's not my place to ask this kind of thing."

I stood up and grabbed her hand. "Let's go talk to your mom. Come on." She obediently followed me as we went over to her house. I knocked on her door, but Aubry opened it and I followed her in. Carol was coming out of the kitchen when we entered her living room. "Carol, we need to talk about something. Something important."

"Okay, let's talk over here." She had an old tattered sofa and a loveseat. They were not a matching set. I sat across from her on the couch while she sat on the loveseat. "So, Daniel, what's on your mind?"

"First, don't blame Aubry. I had to force the information out of her. I know about your condition. She told me that there is a surgery that will fix the issue. Is that true?" She looked away from me. She was embarrassed. She glanced Aubry's way but did not say anything. I finally had to speak, "Carol, I want to help. I mean, if I can help, maybe you don't have to move away. Unless that is what you want."

She looked up at me. "Daniel. I can't have you do that. It is just not right."

"Just not right? Is what happened to you because of some asshole right? Carol, I make a good living. How much will this surgery cost?"

"Somewhere in the area of fifteen to twenty thousand dollars. It's just too much. I mean too much for you to pay for it."

"Well, I have an idea. I have an idea to help you. But, I think it will work. You want to sell your house. In part to pay for this surgery?"

She responded, "Yes. My job does not pay well. But, if I move to where my sister lives she said she would take us both in. My sister can help me to get back on my feet. Living with her I can afford to save up the money."

"It's simple. I will pay for the surgery." I held up a hand. "You can sell your house, have some money you can put aside for a rainy day, and pay me back. A little bit at a time. You can move in here and stay with us." Aubry gave me a look. I know what that look meant. She worried about having her foster mother under the same roof as the man she was having sex with.

"I have to think about this," she said. "I really have to think about this. Let me talk to Aubry. This is a wonderful offer, but I am not sure you should do this for me."

"It's not just for you. It's for Aubry." I gave her a certain look. I did not explain myself but said, "Maybe for me."

Chapter three:

Right after our conversation, I took Aubry back to my house. Darlene drove up and the three of us unloaded the groceries from the car. We chatted about this and that as we brought the groceries into the house. Aubry helped Darlene and I put the groceries away, learning where things were in our house. Soon this would be her home too.

We finished and Darlene looked at me. Very formally she said to me, "Master, may I take your mistress up to your bedroom? I think it is time she learned how to eat pussy. Don't you?"

I grinned and followed the pair up to our bedroom. I sat on our small couch. "Well, I am in charge. My wench, please undress my mistress. I want to watch."

"Yes, sir," she replied. Slowly she began to undress Aubry. It was very sexy, watching my wife unclothe another woman. Something about it was sexy. Finally, she was undressed. My wife still fully dressed turned to me. Darlene then asked me, "Your instructions, sir?"

I responded, "Well take off your clothes, wench." My wife bowed and then began to take off her clothes. My wife had drastically changed. Teasing me, a smile on her face, she did a striptease. Aubry giggled at my wife's antics. I should have said something, but it

was

cute.

My wife then looked at me, "May I come over to you, sir?"

I wagged my finger in the negative to her, "No, no, no. Get on the bed, lie back... Get comfy." She did as I instructed, a bit of a smartass smile on her face. "Now, spread your legs. Play with that special region of yours."

Aubry looked at me. "Come over here, little girl. Come sit next to me." I had decided to kiss Aubry. To see if my wife could handle the affection between me and my mistress, in front of her. I patted the couch next to me and brought my lips to hers. She did not hesitate, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately. Breaking that kiss I said, "Now go eat my wife's pussy. She will help you learn how."

Aubry walked over to the bed. She climbed onto the bed and placed her hands on Darlene's legs. "Yes, move up here, Aubry. First, blow warm air into my pussy." Aubry leaned forward and I heard the sound of her blowing air into her slit.

Next, I decided to stand and get a better view of the action. As I got behind and to the side, I suddenly had an idea. My phone was in the dresser. I retrieved it and began to film. "Lick her pussy lips, Aubry." Aubry looked back at me, but then turned back to my wife's snatch and immediately did as I instructed.

"Mmmm," my wife moaned. She then said, "Yes, like that. Put your tongue in my slit. That's it, fuck my pussy like your tongue is a small dick. Oh, fuck yes. Like that. Oh, god yes, Aubry. You are a quick learner." I smiled to myself watching the action. Meanwhile, my cock in my pants started to get very hard, straining against the crotch. I put the phone down on the dresser, pointing the camera in the general direction of the bed. I began to undress. I still watched my two women. Darlene continued, "Now, gently touch my clit with your tongue. J-just the tip of your tongue. Make it pop out."

I watched as Darlene looked down between her legs, my young mistress eating her pussy. It was so hot. So very hot. Finally undressed I came and sat on the bed next to my beautiful wife. I leaned over and kissed her. I finished and said, "Stick a couple of fingers in her. Suck her clit and fuck her with your hand, little girl."

I looked back at my wife. "Sir, you can fuck her. I don't mind. Fuck her while she makes me cum."

I did not respond. I climbed from the bed and placed myself on my knees behind Audry. I wiped my hand up her slit, "Daddy, I am so ready. Yes, Daddy, fuck me." She went back to tending to my wife's nether region. I grasped her hips and slid my cock once again into her wonderful, tight, pussy. Slowly I pumped in and out of her, my cock rigid, loving her love canal.

"Oh, fuck. Sir, I..., I am going to cum on her face. She..., she is a quick learner. Oh, yes..., yes, here I go. I am going to cum. Fuck, here I go, master. Shit, cummmming. Yes, f-fucking cumming!" Her words and the sound of her voice turned me on. I could not help myself. I began to pump Aubry hard. Darlene sidled off of the bed while I fucked Aubry. My young mistress said, "Slap my ass, daddy."