Sometimes you [F]uck your neighbors.

Sometimes you fuck your neighbors. That’s just a fact.

Hey, my name is Hannah and I am a slut. Right now I am a 25 year old grad student living in the southern US. I have really big tits for my size, a small but perky ass, and I am kinky as shit. Let me take you on a tour of my sexual past!

As much sex as I’ve had in my life, I actually kind of got off to a slow start. I grew up in a conservative household in the Sacramento area with a lot of very protective brothers and a lot of nosy friends and family who kept *very* close tabs on me. If I talked to the same boy for too long at a school function, you bet my parents would hear about it. That doesn’t mean it’d have a bad consequence, but bringing down their attention on me for every little thing I did certainly drove me into wild acts of rebellion any time I thought I could get away with it. Having to wear a uniform to school didn’t help either. Enter Michael. This story takes place my senior year of high school when I was 18.

Remember all of those nosy friends, family, and so on? Well a few years ago, a nice young man moved in down the street. He was a couple of years older than me and had graduated trade school and bought himself a condo on the edge of our neighborhood. “Good family, nice people,” my parents said. He was a harmless enough figure in our neighborhood as far as they were concerned.

One fateful afternoon I ditched out of the last two classes and went down to the corner gas station where you enter my neighborhood. I got a slushie, grape, and my friend behind the counter sold me a pack of menthols to help me commit one of my small acts of rebellion. So there I sat, in my uniform, on the curb. Slushie in one hand, smoke in the other, when Michael pulled in.

“If you’re gonna fuck off at least do it where the neighbors can’t see,” He scolded me as he walked inside. In that moment I rolled my eyes and I was about ready to hate him just like the rest. At least it sounded like he *probably* wasn’t a snitch, but might if he could me with any regularity.

A couple of minutes go by and I was just about done with my cig. As nasty a passtime as it is (And I am so thankful I was able to quit), I’m glad it kept me there long enough for him to buy hit shit and come back out. He had a case of beer under one arm and a bag of snacks in the other hand, and boy was he side-eyeing me.

Michael walked right up next to me and came to a stop, his 6’2″ shadow towering over me as I sat on the curb. “If you ever need some where to go that isn’t home, I’m back from work by 2.”

I must have looked so stupid looking up at him, or at least I imagined I looked quite dumb. One eye squinting, cig butt smoldering, uniform on, sitting on a dirty curb, smelling of teen angst. Michael walked away and got in his car and I thought long and hard about his offer. The engine turned on and he was setting up to pull out when I stood up and wiped the dirt off of my backside and made my move. We made eye contact and his expression didn’t flinch as I walked around to the passenger side of his car. He unlocked the door, I got in, and off we went without a word.

We pulled into underground parking just a couple of minutes later and my heart was practically pounding out of my chest. I barely knew this guy, but the RebellionPoints were just too juicy to pass up. I quickly texted a group chat that I was making an ally of the new neighbor, and then put my phone away to focus on the task at hand. In a flash we were up in his kitchen and I grabbed a seat on a bar stool while he put his bachelor chow away. The condo was mostly clean aside from stray laundry and decorated by someone with a passing sense of style. Hardly worthy of a magazine, but genuinely way better than I expected of any 20-something guy on his own.

As I sat there twirling around his bar stool while he put things away, he kept leaving sidelong glances as he tried to fight off my eye contact. I’ll admit, in that moment, I was enamored with the man. He had his own space, his own schedule, his own stuff, and he did what he wanted with his time. The freedom was intoxicating, even if it wasn’t mine.

“So why the offer?” I finally blurted as he put the bottles of beer away in his fridge. He closed the door and turned to face me, rolling his sleeves up as he braced against the kitchen island between us.

He shifted just a little bit with a small, understated smirk. “I know what it’s like to have to tip-toe past your entire family to do so much as take a piss in peace.” I somehow both smiled and frowned at the same time.

Ten or twenty seconds passed before I leaned in and found a bit more of my confidence, “Yeah but why *me*?”

“What am I supposed to say to that? Shut up and pick something to watch.” I heard a stifled laugh snort through his nose as he turned away and popped the top off of one of those bottles of beer. I did as I was instructed, for the moment, and hopped off of the stool and moved into his living room. I have no idea what I settled on, but I put something tolerable on his wall-mounted TV and sat pretty on his couch while I waited for him to join me.

He handed me a beer, “In for a penny…” he sighed as I took it. I wasn’t really a fan of beer but it was cold and the price was right, and I didn’t want to be an ungrateful guest.

We chatted about inane shit for 20 or 30 minutes before I got up and was going to dispose of my beer bottle. As I stood, I asked him if he wanted another and I noticed him adjust himself as he looked me up and down, trying to turn away and play it off. I could barely contain my smirk but he mumbled a ‘sure’ and handed me his empty.

I’d made up my mind some time ago about how I wanted this to go and I was done with the slow burn. I walked back to him, cold beer in hand, and watched him appreciatively take it from me. He gave me a slightly confused look as I didn’t head back to my own seat after and simply stood in front of him biting my lip. School girl skirt and all, I lifted one leg over him and straddled this fine young man.

In an attempt to ‘stop’ me he bent at the knees and tried to lift his legs up but all that actually did was slide me closer towards him and press our bodies into one another. He set his beer down with lightning speed and then I felt his hands on my back as he blurted out the classic “What the fuck are you doing?!” I felt him shift beneath me, the awkward shift of embarrassment that only a man with a half-chub can make.

“I know the other reason why you offered,” I whispered in my best low and sultry as my tongue ran ever so gently over his lip. I felt him breath in to respond but kept his lips sealed with a kiss. It was electric, passionate, hungry, manly, and just like that a switch inside of him flipped as his hands began to roam my back, finding their way up my shirt and unhooking my bra in record time. He was mine.

My tight teen body ground against him, hips pressing into his lap as he strained against his jeans and helped me out of my top. I fumbled to unbutton his shirt and expose his shaved chest (of course) and he let me have my moment before he pulled my supple flesh to his mouth and took a titty in. Tongue swirling, I continued to grind against him as he licked and sucked in big hungry circles, switching from areola to areola making sure each was satisfied in turn.

I lifted myself up on my knees and backed away from him and down his legs, unhooking his belt as he unbuttoned his jeans and let me strip him. With a rustle and thud I tossed his blue jeans off of the couch, leaving him sitting there with his unbuttoned shirt and boxer-briefs barely containing his thick, cut cock. I cupped his balls and kissed his shaft and head through the fabric of his last defense, feeling him twitch and throb in my hand once or twice before I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled it down. Carefully I unwrapped my present, watching his hardness stand up at full attention.

It was a beautiful cock, every bit of 7 inches long, probably 5.5 around, delicious looking veins, and an ever so slight downward bend to the last inch or two. I needed it in me. Some part of me. Right the fuck now.

Holding my eager mouth barely an inch from his head I worked up a thick glob of spit and let it fall onto him, my hand stroking it down and over his shaft right away. Followed closely, my lips sealed around him and I couldn’t help but hum with satisfaction as how good he felt. He answered right back with a manly grunt as he let his head fall back against the couch and embraced being serviced.

Gripping his cock close to the base with both hands, I stroked him long and firm as I sucked on his head and enjoyed watching his shaft glisten with my drool. He just let me work.

A minute or two later I felt his hand on the side of my face as he pulled me off of his cock.

“Get on your stomach, face down.” His voice was gruff as he grabbed his spit-soaked cock and got up off of the couch. I did as I was told but I slipped out of my panties and skirt on the way to getting comfy; naturally I kept the knee-highs on.

Michael fished a condom out of a bowl on the coffee table and I quipped as I played with my titties, “Easy access, huh?”

“Yep,” he smirked as he tore the package open and rolled the jimmy over his cock.

As he came back over to me he grabbed me by the wrist and put my hand on my ass. “Spread em,” he barked. This was the guy I was hoping to hear from! After he sat there mute during his blowjob I was afraid I was would be disappointed but he was coming out of his shell as he was getting more and more into it.

Just like a good little girl I gripped big handfuls of each of my perky, fit little ass cheeks and bared my glistening pussy for him. I was fucking ready to go in the understatement of the century. I heard him spit into his hand, heard him rub it onto the condom, and with little fanfare he brought the tip right to my quivering lips. But he stopped just before he pressed beyond.

His cock held steady in one hand, he reached up with the other and grabbed a big handful of my hair, yanking my head back and turning my face towards him. “Look into my eyes. Look at me when I put this cock inside you.”

I could only nod and whimper a soft ‘Yes’ at his command, my eyes fluttering as he pushed inside of me, my tight teen folds welcoming him. Whatever planned resistance or teasing I had cooked up as an idea in my head was thrown right out the fucking window. I’ll never forget the growl he made into my mouth as he pulled me towards him, kissed me, and started to pump my pussy, all without letting go of my hair.

Two, three, four loooong slow strokes as he adjusted and started to pump before he finally broke the kiss and I was instantly moaning. His cock was on the low end of porn-long (which is *plenty* big), but it was definitely porn-thick and he was stretching me so nice.

“My pussy.” He told me as he pushed my head down, still a handful of my hair, and got to properly fucking me. His strokes quickened and got harder and my slut’s instincts kicked in, arching my back and raising the angle of my ass to let him better mount me. His strokes were perfectly grazing my G-spot and I was so over-stimulated I couldn’t even think to reach a hand down and play with my clit.

I have no idea how long he fucked me, I lost all sense of time as my body became his plaything. All I know is I felt a terrible and desperate longing the second he pulled out and I felt his weight lift from me. “Shit, Hannah.” He laughed taking a step back as I rolled over, trying to figure out why he stopped. His cock was still hard, his hand was on it stroking it slowly.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked in what must have been a confused and pathetically-cock-hungry voice.

“I’m not ready to cum yet,” he smiled and wiped some sweat off of his brow, motioning for me to come closer. I slid on my bum across his couch to the edge. He put a hand on my shoulder and slapped his cock against my mouth, my tongue, wanting my service to hold him over.

“Get that nasty thing off” I grimaced at the rubber in my mouth as I started to peel the condom off of him. He didn’t stop me. I tossed it somewhere towards his kitchen.

“Fuck it, why not. Get that pretty little ass up on the arm of the couch.” With that, he used his strength to help lift me up, walking around the long side of the arm laying me on it. He lined up this thick cock with my tight teen snatch and back in he went, raw, as nature intended.

Instantly, both of our heads rolled back and we moaned in a new found sense of pleasure. Maybe I was just tricking myself into thinking it felt different, better, but in that moment I sure fucking believed it. Maybe it was just the knowledge the he was covered and I convinced him to go raw, maybe it was the risk, I don’t know but it was fucking hot and it sent us both racing to the edge.

As he gathered himself and started fucking me I could see him grit his teeth. He grabbed on to my waist, just above my hips and held me down tight. He was the first man that had ever pushed down on my lower tummy while fucking me and holy shit did that work for me. He worked his thumb on my clit while he pushed down, the other hand holding my waist tight, and all I had the brain power to do was buck back against him while I held on for dear life.

In what felt like barely a minute my feet were tingling and electricity was running up my legs. My pelvic floor was tightening and surging and I was about to fucking *cum* on this nice young man’s dick. I couldn’t speak to warn him, I just mumbled, breathy and hot and turning shades of red. I’m sure he could feel my walls clenching in time with the flex of my abs as he pressed down and hammered my little pussy on his couch.

My back arched, my fingers dug into the material, and my brain exploded in orgasm as I wrapped tight around him and locked him in place without thinking. “Ohhh fuck!” He followed with his own yell as he took his hand off my tummy and held onto me tight like his little fleshlight. Even through my orgasm I could feel that I put him over the edge and his own cock pulsed and throbbed as ropes of cum started to fill me, just as my own orgasm was over its peak.

Somewhere about rope 6 or 8 he leaned forward and grabbed onto me tight, hugging me close and running his hands over my body as he moaned and groaned. He started to rock me just a little bit back and forth on his cock as he milked every last drop out *for me*, and it wasn’t long before I felt him start to finally go soft inside of me and some of his batter started running down my ass and onto his furniture. We both just giggled as I collapsed and he slipped out; I rolled back down onto the sectional, a sweaty cummy mess, and he walked off to his bathroom.

Like a true gentleman, he came back with a towel for me.

We laid there naked for another 30 minutes watching TV before he offered to let me shower up before I went home. I passed, we both got dressed, and he capped off out ‘date’ by taking me to the corner store, going inside, and buying me Plan B. We said our goodbyes and he left me with a hungry but appreciative kiss.

“What time do you get done with work again?” I asked with a smirk.

“Two. Every day at two.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9ty1x/sometimes_you_fuck_your_neighbors