[FM] Pegging My New Neighbor

Backstory: a few months ago my partner and I met our new neighbors. They were an attractive young couple about a dozen years our junior. I assumed they were right around 30. They lived diagonally from us, across the street and one house over. Once the warm weather hit they seemed to be always outside on their porch, and because of that we always exchanged waves and pleasantries. Eventually one night they invited us over for a drink on a nice summer night. We hung out for a little and exchanged numbers in case we needed anything, or something was happening around the neighborhood we felt the others should know.

I had to admit, I found myself very attracted to Jamie, let’s call him. He was always working in the yard, and I liked a man who was hands on like that. Even more so when he would mow and weed shirtless. My partner and I still had regular sex, so it wasn’t like I had an itch. I was just a girl that wanted to browse the menu. It didn’t help that Jamie had a wonderful ass, and my main fantasies that remained unfulfilled was that of strapons and pegging men. So much so that I held on to a few harnesses and dildos that were not my partners and mine.

On a weekday afternoon I was tremendously bored and indecisive and doing a bad job of working from home. My partner was out, and so I decided to head for a walk. Jamie was outside, I waved, he waved back and opened a beer. His day off, I would come to find out. I asked about the beer. He offered me one even though it was *barely noon*. I went for it. 

We talked for a while, and I mentioned I needed to use the bathroom. I figured I would say my goodbye and depart back across the street, but he offered to give me a tour of the house. Sure!

I mentioned how maintained the lawn was. He said he liked keeping it clean. I always see you out there, I said. He flirted back a little. Staring at me out of your window? He asked. I was caught off guard a little. I hadn’t flirted in years. We moved into another room as I stumbled over my words. I wanted to say I’m always watching the neighborhood. What it sounded like was I’m always watching you. He said, well next time I’m bending over feel free to cat call. I was staring at his butt as we moved up stairs. Bathroom was nice, bedrooms tastefully decorated. He was outgoing and flirty. I was disoriented. I wondered if he was open and flirty because I was gay? No harm no foul. That kind of thing.

Are you bent over more in the lawn or more in here? I asked in the bedroom, laughter in my voice to hide my actual question behind a joke.

Oh, I wish. Haven’t been properly bent over in a while. At least not the good way, y’know? He said so matter of factly. I swear my hair was blowing back because I was suddenly in a new world. What did I just hear? He just kept moving along, as if he didn’t realize what he just copped too. Or did he? Was he thinking the same? I had no idea how to interpret any of this.

We moved back downstairs and had another drink. I couldn’t find a way to bring back up what little we flirted with, but it was on my mind. Front and center. An hour passed since I first arrived. I excused myself back to my home and thanked him for the beer. Of course, anytime. I’ll make sure to position myself appropriately for your amusement when I do yard work. 

Ugh.

I figured it out after a bit. I texted. How come I didn’t see you bent over on the tour? I asked. You didn’t have the upgraded pass, he said. 

How do I purchase that? 

They are on amazon. You might have a pass in your closet or under your bed, possibly.

I did. I so did. If I come back with the pass do I get the tour again? I was vibrating in arousal and nerves. Yes. We can skip right to the bent over portion if you would like. Like a fast pass for an amusement ride. Is the tour still running? I asked, making my way to my closet.

For another hour or so. Doors open.

I stuffed the black leather harness and an average sized black dildo into a tote and took off back across the street. I closed the door behind me and kicked off my shoes and slipped the harness up my legs and yoga pants. The straps hugged my hips, my sizable backside helped the straps hold firm under my cheeks. Tightening, adjusting, slotting the black faux cock into the rings on the front of the harness.

I’m here for the upgraded tour. I called out. I turned the corner and entered the bedroom and stared at his wonderful white bubble butt. He was bent over, hands on the bed, face forward. His ass was plugged. Black, matching my strapon. Do you always have that ready? I asked. Thought I would be properly lubed and ready for the tour. I pressed my finger into the plug. A low whimper. I was soaked. I slipped it out, the girth was bigger than the cock I arrived with. Had I been in my own bedroom, I would have swapped out a bigger cock. The plug hit the towel beside us. I squirted some lube on my toy. Centered it in his hole. Hands gripping hips. Sliding in. Slow. More and more. Buried all the way. Slipping out. Rocking. Thrusting. Moans and whimpers and low *fucks*. Skin on skin slapping. My brow and lip were coated in sweat. I could feel drips trickling down my cleavage. My heavy breasts bounced and heaved in the sports bra I wore. There was no sensuality, no romance. Very different from anything I’ve ever experienced sexually. All aggression. Pure energy. We were animals. 

I reached around and felt his erection. Couldn’t help but stroke a little. He was rock hard and wore a cockring. First cock I’ve touched in years. I spanked him incessantly. Grabbed his hair. Pulled. His hand worked his cock. I pulled it away as I worked my hips. No, I said. I’m not done. He said Yes Ma’am. I liked that. All fours, I growled. We moved onto the bed. He buried his head in the pillow. I told him to keep it there. Called him a few names. Made sure he knew how well he was doing at taking my cock. Ran my hands on his fantastic ass, squeezed, spanked, cupped. Could feel his balls bouncing against my faux ones on the strapon. Instructed him to orgasm onto the towel. Marveled at the view of my whole strapon completely disappearing into his perfect butt. Truly soaked in the experience.

I was out of breath. He ejaculated. I fucked him for another few minutes. Wanted to show it wasn’t over once an orgasm arrived. I told him to stay where he was until I was gone. Yes Ma’am again. I liked that even more. I slipped out of him. I pressed the large plug back into his freshly fucked hole. Everything went back in the bag. Made my way across the street sweating and horny. I masturbated.

Thank you very much, he texted. Of course, this stays between you and I. Nobody needs to know how much of a buttslut you are. Let’s keep it that way.

Not opposed to doing that again. Me either, I said. With a bigger cock, I added. Yes please, he replied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xbnarp/fm_pegging_my_new_neighbor