A small rural town. This is the type of place that people move away from, not too. Everyone knows each other, rumors spread faster than the flush of skin during an orgasm. The fact that the old house north of town sold was known around town, probably as soon as the paperwork was signed. The problem was that no one knew who had purchased it. The old men at the bar you worked at talked about how it’s some development firm. But the realtor said it wasn’t and was purchased by some guy from the city who needed room for his business.
A few weeks later the trucks arrived, driving through town dropping off boxes, crates and large pieces of equipment. The people unloaded the trucks unpacked the boxes and the man had moved in. The first few months no one saw him much, they knew he drove a classic truck, but always headed directly out of town when he left. He had his groceries delivered to his freezers and fridges in the garage. The doors were always locked into the house according to the guy who delivered the groceries, you had given him a hand job to try the doors. His blinds were always closed and the little you had seen of him he had salt and pepper hair, that was all you know about the man who lived next door.
Being his neighbor you were asked constantly about what he was like. He made furniture, out of metal and wood and delivered it. Your roommates had all kinds of theories. But those dried up as they had begun to get a little more serious and spent more time in each other’s room. He had no pets, no family and no visitors. In the year he had lived there, no one come to his house until one night the couple arrived. They drove an expensive SUV with a rented trailer. From your room you could just see the drive way he went out and greeted them, it seemed like introductions were being made. Then you noticed it, the blinds were all open. From your second story window you could see the feet of the bed in the guest room, delicately carved into what looked like dragons talons holding round objects.
The bed looked like it was placed in the center of the room. Not back against the wall. The couple walks around it, they seem to be inspecting it. That must be what the neighbor made for them, they were his customers. Curious you move downstairs and out the back door. The bushes are perfect for watching the neighbor you know it’s a little bit creepy, but what if he really is a weirdo.
He was giving a tour of the bed to the couple. The ornately carved head board and foot board held many secrets, silver rings of various sizes, something that looked like manacles. The women kept touching her breasts. And the mans hand was running up and down her spine. Finally the neighbor reached up and turned a decorative egg at the top of a bed post and the foot board split in half a wooden disc carved like Yin and Yang was removed and the wife was jumping up and down like she had just gotten the present of the life time. She ran up and passionately kissed the neighbor he reciprocated even in front of her partner, he just smiled and caressed the front of his pants.
They turned off the light and left the room. He then gave them a tour around the property you watched on as they open flirted with each other. You didn’t get much of what they said but the flirting and intentions were apparent. They went back inside and you moved down the row of bushes to get a view of the back of the house. When you heard the truck start and leave.
Damnit, you waited a few hours sitting your room, wondering about the people and your neighbor. You got a text from your roommate who worked at the liquor store the couple had come in and gotten a few bottles of wine and some 800$ scotch. The neighbor had stayed in the car. Next the delivery guy from the store, you had promised a hand job and maybe more if he got you good info on the neighbor. The couple had purchased steaks, and food for a dinner and condoms. Looks like the couple was going to test out the bed.
The thought of watching a couple have sex was creepy, but that tingle and hardening of your nipples say that it was a bit more as well. But you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet. They finally arrived home and you saw the house light up in the evening. Your roommates came home, all talking about the neighbor you made small talk while cooking dinner and took yours to the balcony to eat, of course you could also see the neighbors main open area where the living room dining room and kitchen, flowed into each other. A wall of windows showed wood flooring, refinished and polished to perfection. The chairs and couches were all hand made. The table was a massive slab of wood supported by natural looking branches. Minimalist chairs surrounding it just a seat with a single brace back rest. Out of all the furniture. One chair seemed to be made to look like a faceless man, his arms making the arm rest, and a carved erect penis in the seat. It was the only piece that stood out among the rest of the furniture. The rest looking low key, if not high end. They ate laughed and seemed to just consume each other’s company.
After the meal the men did the dishes and the women excused herself the side bedroom light came on. The men poured drinks and the neighbor came to the back window. He looked up and almost seemed to meet your eyes. He shirt was open a few buttons, his tight jeans, and dark work tanned skin. His eyes piercing, then the music turned on, the women, now completely naked with just a pair of silver heels, strode into the room with a confidence you couldn’t muster had you been driving a tank.
Her dance was mesmerizing, her hair and body flowing like what faeries must be imagined to do, erotic, beautiful, passion, and hunger. She may have been dancing for her partner and the neighbor but she was dancing with the chair. It’s polished walnut flesh glinting as she dance around it and then it twirling on one of its four legs around her. Controlling its path with her hand gripping the polished penis, it spun her bent at the hips legs apart lips and beautiful ass on display for the two men. They sipped their drinks watching. You could imaging their bulges, fabric straining, you realize for the first time you are touching yourself. Pulling your fingers away from your nipple. But the cold breeze of the night air caressing your thighs and warm hands pulling cloth off skin. A growing warmth spreading through your body.
The women continues her dance, a moan escapes from next to you, your roommates, or was it yours, she is now balancing with the chair on one leg her heeled feet keeping it still as she runs her wet cleft up and down the front of the wooden peg. A wet slapping hands on your breasts, deep grunts, teeth biting your thigh. She rises steps off briefly and with a fluid movement begins the walnut man spinning. She mounts him again, straddling him, she pushes down onto him, the chair spinning faster as impales her wetness onto the chair, then the spinning slowing as she rises, she keeps going, your finger nails clawing the banister, as a tongue slides inside you at the rhythm of a couple fucking hard.
The women’s control wavers on the chair as he body clenches with rapture, her juices flowing onto the wooden floor and the walnut man now a chair again skitters on the floor coming to a stop with the women panting and twitching, wetness striking your face and your mouth as your roommates finish fucking beside beside you. Your breasts exposed and her fingers still inside you, cum dripping off your face and hers. The men in the other place clap as your realize your roommates are there. The women sits spent leaning against her wooden man pussy spread to either side of its penis.
The men pick her up and walk off the lights shutting off in the main area, and turning on it side room. You fix your clothes and begin to move, before thinking to much about what just happened. Out into the yard, barefoot body still slightly quivering from your roommates fingers and mouth. The neighbor tosses her on the bed like she weighs nothing, she bounces and giggles across the silky sheets. Skin still flush, she smiles dreamily as the two men circle the bed taking their clothes off. Her partner kicks his pants off and turns the knob opening the foot of the bed. Both mens cocks are hard as rocks erect, and full of lust, the neighbor grabs her hair, gently at first organizing into a pony tail, then lifting her with it, fingers scrape the cum off your face feminine fingers open your mouth and push the cold gelatinous sperm onto your tongue. You swallow, but are not sure why.
Two voices talk beside you heated, not angry but lusting. You lean farther over the fence, kicking your shorts and panties aside. Your neighbor lifts the women into stock placing her head in the footboard closing it still holding her hair up and clasps a wooden clip of some sort and the knot of her head, you finger your wet pussy, as more clasps are added then connected to chain and hook her head is pulled back as the hook is pulled down her spine. Two men and a women talk behind you, hands are touching you are asked something, you know what they said and it scares you to say “ yes please fuck me” the head of a cock pushes against your anus as the hook enters the women on the bed she cries out “Yes!!” her face is now held in place by her hair and a hook in her ass, her mouth open at cock level her hands bound in silver manacles, her legs held out by two more on chains coming from the headboard, a leather harness connected by chains to the foot board holding her hips tilted up like she is mare for breeding.
The cock enters into you a hand on your throat, a women next to you calling you names, asking if you want to be that whore trusses up and ready for fucking, pain and pleasure mixing, some one slapping your breasts a cock piercing your tight ass, the women begins to gag as her partner begins to fuck her faces tears and spit running down her chin. The rough wood of the fence grinding in your hands. The neighbor stands behind her thrusting into her she gasps for air crying out. “Fill me up, fuck me harder more more, before again her voice is smothered by the sound of we slapping and her chocking on her partners raging phallus. They switch out, the neighbor now using her face, he is slower, easing himself into her throat watching her eyes withdrawing when they flutter. She begs for more each time, hot fluid fills your asshole. The grocery delivery guy pulling his cock out, your roommate hard again. Your other roommate, looks down at you, her nipples hard, face looking angry and lusting. “Your just a whore aren’t you?” You answer “yes” meekly. She grabs your throat dragging you inside the beautiful living porn dragged from your sight.
It was a night of firsts, first pussy eaten, first double penetration, first cum eaten from another women. They used you for hours, but you kept thinking about the bed, the neighbor, the chair and the couple, your muscles hurt red marks on your breasts betrayed you, the sting making your traitorous pussy wet again, your clit swelling. You washed sweat, and fluids off of your body drying your self off you found the bruises on your neck, you remembered gasping and nipples got hard. How could one neighbor do this to you, and your friends.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/krfj6k/the_quiet_neighbor