The Neighbor Girl - Sex Stories

The Neighbor Girl

... refill, she asked, "Would you like a repeat of last night?" she asked seductively as she took the glass back.

"You liked it that much?" I snickered as I chugged from the bottle.

"I haven't gotten laid in years, and before last night, the last dick I had in my mouth was the old man's next door," she said. "So yeah, I liked last night."

Lana leaned forward, closer to me. She paused before leaning all the way to kiss me. I kissed her back. Just a peck, then a second, and by the third, her tongue was in my mouth, wrestling with mine. She brought her hand to the back of my head and dropped it to my cheek, cupping it as she kissed me. When she pulled away, saying, " I thought maybe you'd reciprocate. Maybe slip me the bone."

"You keep sucking my cock like last night, and I'll slip you more than a bone," I said as I leaned in to kiss her back. " So, how's this supposed to work?"

"Well, for starters, I'm not wearing panties under my skirt. So, it should be easy," she whispered. "To reciprocate, that is. Tit for tat, if you will."

"Speaking of tits. What you got hiding under that?" I pointed at her top.

Lana pulled her top off. The full moon illuminated her pale tits. They shined like glow-in-the-dark stars in my kid's room. I grabbed one of her titties, running my thumb across her erect nipple.

Her breasts were large and sagged from their weight. At least Double Ds, by my guess. I slipped off my chair and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I dropped my hand ...

... under her skirt to her pantiless, tight little hole. Lana kissed me as my fingers penetrated her vagina. She scooted forward to the edge of her chair, whispering, "Suck my nipples."

I brought my lips back to her right nipple, sucking it hard between my lips, while Lana pinched and twisted her left one. I repeatedly plunged two fingers into her pussy while rubbing circles on her clit with her thumb. Lana whispered, "Lick my cunt. Lick it. Oh God, please lick my cunt," she pleaded.

I kissed my way down to her bush. I could smell her intoxicating aroma, which was a mix of Jasmine shampoo and her musk. It wasn't off-putting but would be easily noticed by my wife. I would have to remember to wash my face. I dove in, tongue first. Lana grabbed my hair the moment my mouth made contact. A neglected young woman's passions had been ignited. Lana came almost immediately, humping her muff onto my mouth.

I kept my two fingers stuffed inside her, curling them up, searching for her G-spot. She inhaled sharply through her teeth when I found it. Lana thrust her hip toward me and pulled my head to her simultaneously as she came again. She ground her dripping honey pot on my face as she rode out the raging storm from within. I lifted my head, asking her, "Would you like to Sixty-Nine?"

"I haven't done that in quite some time, but Yeah, I'd like that," Lana said, taking my hand as I stood. I led her around the corner of the house. There were no windows, and it was the furthest from the ...