Girl next door (mf)

I can’t believe it only took me a week to gather up the courage to ask out my new neighbor. She moved in only last Saturday: a pretty ginger girl in a beanie and loose fitting jeans. She had been friendly enough, introducing herself as Lily and requesting my help to move some of her boxes. It brings me no shame to say I enjoyed seeing her stare in awe at my biceps when she thought I wasn’t looking. One thing lead to another, I asked her one morning as she went to collect the milk if she’d be interested in checking out the bar down the street with me that evening, she said she’d be delighted to.

So here I am, sitting on a bar stool with this girl who’s just downed her third shot in as many seconds. It seemed her soul intention was to get as fucked as possible. I can’t say I blame her for wanting to let her hair down; not literally of course as she insisted on wearing the beanie, infact I’d never seen her without it.

“Last person to finish the next round pays for the tab!” She giggled excitedly.

“You better get ready to pay up lightweight,”

As if her life depended on it she hammered back the first of the next five shots, barely pausing to swallow before her hand was on the next glass. By the time I’d gotten to my third glass she was done.

“Who you calling lightweight? Get your wallet out big boy.” She rubbed my arm as I dug into my trouser pocket for my card.

“I was just so stunned by your technique.”

“Sure you were, was my technique worth twenty quid?”

We both laughed as I called the barman over for the bill. I payed for our drinks and took her by the arm as we left. I kid myself into believing that this was a romantic gesture, when in fact I was preventing her from toppling into the road; the shots had began to take effect.

By the time we got back to her house I too was beginning to succome to the spirits I had ingested. Her house was identical to mine in floor plan except mirrored the opposite way. Our houses were semi detached, but we shared one wall. She had not yet fully finished unpacking her furniture, and much of the house was covered with painting sheets.

“Excuse the mess… We’ll just *hic* go up stairs.” She slurred her words as she spoke, smiling lopsidedly at me as she did so.

“Did you just have a stroke?” I laughed, also beginning to slur slightly.

We both laughed, perhaps a little too loud, and she took me by the hand. Her grip was warm but delicate, and I wrapped my fingers around hers.

She took me upstairs to her bedroom, and we collapsed on her bed. Her bedroom had been almost completely decorated, the painting sheets folded up in the corner and her bed carefully made. She put on hand on my chest and gazed lovingly into my eyes. Then a look of confusion crossed her face, knitting her brow together, as if her intoxicated mind was trying to work out the best way to break some hard news.

“Are you easily disturbed?” She asked slowly

“No… Why?” Concern gathering in my voice as I slowly leaned away from her.

“I’ve been thinking about you, a lot, and I really want you to fuck me.”

“All you had to do was ask,” I said, suddenly much less concerned.

“Do you want to see my ass?”

“Sure,”

She got off the bed and stood in front of me, bending forwards slightly to emphasize the curves of her ass. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her jeans, and gradually began to lower them down, taking her panties with them. As she lowered her jeans she revealed her pussy and tiny puckered asshole. She turned to face me, a pretty smile on her beautiful pale face. Gradually she teased off her T-shirt, revealing her perfect breasts and hard nipples. She was a cute, slim ginger girl with perky breasts and she was beautiful.

“Show me yours big boy.” She giggled

I unzipped my jeans, allowing her to rub my cock from the outside of my boxers. With each movement she sent tingling sensations down the length of my penis. Then she pulled down my waistband, allowing my hard dick to slap her in the face.

“You’re bigger than I thought.” She teased

With one hand on the base of my shaft, she pressed her lips against the head of my penis. She gently pushed forwards, allowing my cock to part her lips as she did so. The pressure slowly moving down my member, leaving a wet warmth in its wake, felt devine. She pushed up to halfway down my cock, I could feel her tongue pressing against the bottom of my penis and moving around in the wetness around it. Then she moved her head backwards, her hair tickling my thighs as her head moved.

She gathered pace, moving up and down my shaft quickly as her hand twisted the base. I placed my hand on the back of her head, pushing her down and encouraging her to deepthroat. Her lips slid all the way to the base of my cock, I could feel the tightness of her throat and the warm wetness of her mouth. Her tongue moved about slowly, gently applying pressure as she gagged for air. With tears running down her cheeks she pulled back and gasped, long strings of gag-spit streaching out before breaking and dripping down onto her chin. She moved her hand gently up and down my soaked penis, breathing heavily.

Once she had got her breath back she spoke, “My pussy is ready, daddy.”

She lay down on the bed, legs spread and bent at the knee. She rubbed her clit with one hand as she waited for me. I kneeled on the bed Infront of her, tapping the outside of her pussy with my cock. Then I grabbed her thighs and pulled her close into me. She gave out a small yelp, and covered her mouth with one had to stifle a moan.

I pushed my dick inside her, hands still tight on her thighs, and felt the warm tightness of her pussy. With each of her breaths I could feel her insides tighten and squeeze.

“Yes,” she gasped

I pushed deep, letting her have the entire length of my shaft. She moaned, her breasts shaking with each breath. Then I began to move backwards, feeling the cold air rush to meet my bare penis. I pushed forwards again, back into the warmth and wetness of the girl. I gathered pace, my hips slapping into her ass with each forwards motion. My thrusts sent shockwaves through her body, causing her tits to bounce and all manor of erotic sounds to escape her lips. My grip tightened on her thighs. Her pussy squeezed, almost as if it wanted to keep me inside. Saliva drooled from her mouth as she screamed with pleasure.

“Yes daddy! Harder!” She screamed in-between her moans

In. Out. In. Out. She was so warm and tight, I could feel every muscle spasm and contraction in her body.

“Fuck me!”

I rammed her hard, slamming my hips into her with each powerful thrust. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and added to the drool already dripping from her chin. Her eyes crossed and twisted as her entire body tensed. I pushed as hard as I could, feeling shudders across her body. She lay her head back, her eyes rolling and her legs kicking out as orgasmic spasms racked her body. Liquid squirted from her pussy onto my dick, soaking her bedsheets and dripping down both of our body’s. Her contractions were too much for me to handle, and I blew my load inside of her, my dick pulsating with the release of fluids. I pulled my dick out and collapsed next to her, exhausted. She pushed one hand into her pussy, scooping up some of my semen that was leaking out of it, and licked it off her hand.

“Doesn’t taste too bad,” she giggled.

I closed my eyes as she began to clean herself up in that manor, and before I knew it I was asleep.

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