Young Neighbor Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The morning after our intense night, sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stretched languidly in the tangled sheets. Richard and Jake had left early for work, their goodbye kisses lingering on my lips and neck, a reminder of how thoroughly they'd claimed me. My body ached in the best way—sore pussy and ass from their cocks, bruises blooming on my hips from their grips. But the satisfaction was fleeting; my mind already raced to the next thrill. The neighbor, Mr. Harlan, that rugged widower next door with his salt-and-pepper hair and broad shoulders—he'd been eyeing me for weeks, mowing his lawn shirtless, his gaze flicking over whenever I sunbathed by the pool. Today,

He really had it all planned out. As I stared at this man who kept spouting nothing but lies, I suddenly found him to be such a stranger. The same man who was once so gentle and thoughtful, who had watched over me silently for eight whole years, was now nothing but schemes and lies. When the neighbors heard such scandalous words as "sleeping together" and "pregnant", they began gossiping with each other. "Young women these days… Don't they know to be more careful?" "I don't think that's true. Look at how rich her family is. There's no reason for her to be so casual about sex."

Between us, it's just casual sex and a contract for money. "Unlike her parents, they actually believe in eternal love." "Okay, forget about the men who hurt us and the ones who might, let me tell you about the new neighbor. Don't criticize and just listen to me!" She warns me, pointing her index finger at me. "I've had the urge to welcome him," she says with a playful tone after winking at me. "Are you talking about sex?" I question with wide eyes while scratching my neck-- no.

I call out the word as the image pushes me over the edge, and I come. When I step out of the bathroom, I glance over at her house. The hot neighbor is sitting on her balcony drinking a glass of wine and reading the newspaper, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose and her long legs stretched out in front of her. Who the hell our age reads the newspaper anymore? God, she is such a little nerd. A sexy little nerd just waiting to be defiled. Noah thinks that staying in this neighborhood is going to make me behave?

I'd lived in this apartment for two years, and the neighbors next door changed as often as the seasons. I'd seen every kind of lunatic imaginable, including the creepy exhibitionist guy, the schizophrenic teenage girl, and the fitness trainer who brought home different muscular men every night. In the beginning, I figured a divorced woman raising a child alone probably had it rough, so I tried to be patient and kept things peaceful. I never expected her to take advantage of people like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everything she said was appalling, and she had absolutely no concept of basic decency. Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before.

His balls slapped against my clit with every stroke. One of his hands reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles while the other gripped my hip so hard I knew I would have marks later. I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, completely lost in how filthy and good it felt. My mind kept spinning with raw thoughts. I am letting my neighbor fuck me bare in my backyard. My husband’s plane has not even landed yet and I am already creaming on another man’s cock. And I love it. I fucking love how wrong it is.

"As the house owner, could you please sell or rent your house? Someone in your place was making strange noises all night, and it started again at six in the morning. I had enough,' a neighbor complained. Jessamine was wide awake after hearing the angry voice of their downstair neighbor at Islington Apartments. When she ran out with her phone, she saw Thaddeus wiping his half-dried hair. It seemed that he had just taken a shower after exercising. At this moment, she finally relaxed. It wasn't Thaddeus who was with Amy. Jessamine found it ironic that Amy was having sex with another man in Thaddeus' house, despite proclaiming her love for Thaddeus.

Xeno makes a point to tell me about the Old man Dax who hates when teens like us walk past him without a greeting. They share information about the neighbor that lives in front of my nana's house, about how much he brings a new girl home with him every night. They even tell me about an incident that happened with him, in which apparently one of his past flings thought they were together and went to his house and made a whole scene when she found him with a new girl. A few hours pass and it's now one in the morning. We make plans to hang out later that day and say our goodbyes.

Nobody knows how much Lev is willing to pay just to have his peace back. The thing is, he also knows to himself that the peace and quiet that he wanted have become something priceless the moment his new neighbor moved in. Loud music on speaker, shouting on the phone-name it. It seems like that his new neighbor knows everything except for silence. And what could be the worst thing that can come from next door? Sex! Loud moans and all the other sexual sounds! Bed creaking, loud begging, ragged voices and heavy breathing, moans and moans and moans!

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.