The Virgin Resident Next Door
Greg is a fitting name for a geeky kid. It describes someone who still spends a lot of time with his family, is considerate towards his mother, is kind to his younger sister, takes care of the family pet, and does his chores without complaining. His mother brags about how wonderful he is all the time. I know he loves reading, feels guilty about watching porn, and quickly disposes of used tissues to prevent his mother from finding them. He's slim, a bit clumsy, naturally charming, and full of warmth and affection, which is why his name suits him perfectly.
Greg isn't the name of a macho 18-year-old stud with an incredibly impressive penis. I learnt this one sweltering hot day when he paid a visit to return something for his mom. He came over in loose pants (he's not really the athletic type), and I was chilling out on a sunbed, ensuring my tan was in good shape. I was wearing a sports bra and tight shorts, although in retrospect, they were a bit revealing.
As he fumbled with words, unable to make eye contact, I eyed his shorts. Their length was normal, the color was gray, and the fabric was baggy. But they were also tenting. His cock was growing. Even through my sunglasses, the outline of his cock was visible. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his penis was hung, rigid but constrained only by the material of his shorts.
In the silence that followed, he hesitantly uttered, "My mum just wondered if you had, if she could borrow, an, erm, iron, if you have one."
I prolonged the pause as I reveled in his discomfort.
I then glanced down at his shorts. They hid something massive.
I took off my shades to gaze at him with admiration. Confused by my reaction, he muttered, "Thank you."
My mouth dropped open as I realized that the nerdy boy next door, who I'd bought a Gryffindor scar for a couple of years ago just for walking my dog, had an incredibly huge dick. His cock was hanging loose but perfectly proportioned, as if it was hiding within his shorts.
But then, as if his cock was a living being, it subsided and calmly bobbed within the confines of his pants.
I stammered, "Yes, yeah, sure, just let me get it for you."
I stood up and fetched the iron. After staying indoors for a moment to compose myself, I returned to hand it over to him. I kept my sunglasses on, even though it wasn't necessary, to look at his pubic area as he walked away. I was thrilled by the size and shape of his dick, which was still a mystery to me.
Although he managed to behave normally while taking the iron from me, I was once again lost for words by his enormous pecker. I took off my sunglasses to smile at him, but he couldn't help but stare at my tits as they burst out of the bra. I smiled again while watching him look at my breasts, thinking that seeing such a monster cock was just fantastic.
This summer, I'm waiting for his mom and siblings to leave for a day trip. As I'm anticipating his arrival, I think about how I'm planning to use this surprising development to my advantage, to teach the young, virile man the joys of fucking an older woman.
From my window, I see his mom leaving with his sister and a friend. They're accompanied by the dog. Based on his mom's behavior, I know they're going to a country park across the river. They'll be away for several hours. But Greg remains home. Clearly, he has exams coming up. And that's good news for me. It means I have plenty of time to enjoy his enormous cock.
I just finished showering after my gym session, and I'm dressed in a robe. I need to change that. I'm looking for something provocative, evident, simple to attain, but not overly explicit. I don't want to frighten him off. So I consider my choices and settle on a somewhat old-fashioned skirt (flitry with too many blossoms, but thankfully it only reaches my knees) and a fitted top. The top is clingy, showcasing my bosom. I'm aware that my breasts can help me get whatever I desire. I'll hold his attention there.
I check to make sure his mom won't be home soon for anything she might have forgotten. I wait for around half an hour, my pussy pulsating with excitement. After a while, I determine I've waited long enough. I proceed to his house and knock on the door. He takes an inordinate amount of time to respond. Perhaps I'm not the most patient person. But I'm most definitely aroused. My skirt is quaint, traditional, but my pussy is unshaven and I'm not wearing any panties. And I yearn, yearn, yearn for his cock to stiffen again and I want to suck it, gaze at it, lick it, then glide my tight, hairless vagina over every inch, consume every inch, then lick my juice and his cum from it as it trembles in post-orgasmic rapture.
Eventually the door opens.
"Hi," I grin, and slightly kink my right leg.
"Oh, my mom is out. She went out with Daisy." His gaze lingers on my chest, attempting not to regard it again. My cleavage is visible, bare, exposed. My nipples are already erect and the yellow material, light and a bit too sheer for the weather, makes them evident. I wait, allowing him to take in my cleavage. The pause offers him little else to focus on. He fidgets with the doorknob. I lean against the frame, leg still turned, bottom lip slightly bitten. Nothing too alarming. Just enough.
"That's all right. I just wanted to get the iron back, if I could." I can see in his eyes, as they maneuver between my face and my nipples and my obvious cleavage when he believes I won't observe, that he doesn't understand what to do.
"Sure. Naturally. I mean, I'm not sure where it is, I don't generally do any ironing." Pause, silence, grin, lip-biting.
I gaze at him, then down to his groin, then back into his eyes.
"Aren't you going to assist me in finding it?" I taunt.
I've worn stilettos, very high ones. I understand my legs are appealing, but the stiletto increases the length of my calves and elevates my height, making me near the same level as Greg. I slowly walk away, peering backward. He is conflicted. He's pondering about my nipples, what they look like and how he ought to treat them, but he's inexperienced and doubtful. He continues to hold the door open, waiting, as if he anticipates me to be gone in a few moments.
I look him in the eyes, then below to his pelvis, and then back into his eyes.
"Why don't you come and assist me find it? I'm certain you know precisely how to aid me." I turn, look over my shoulder, smile, and slowly climb another step. My skirt falls back, coyly caressing my backside, the way I envision him treating me as he plunges his massive cock deep inside my wet, wanting lips. I ascend another step. I understand my skirt is easy to see up. He follows me to the bottom of the staircase and I move slowly up another step. I know my skirt is quickly visible from behind. He can't resist any longer, and the situation I've given him is almost believable. He steps behind me and I sense those eyes that were intently ingesting my cleavage shifting up each inch of leg he can perceive.
As I ascend the stairs, my neighbor is right behind me. I spin around to confront him, gripping the railing and leaning slightly. Leaning forward has the effect of pushing my breasts outward, causing them to spill over the top.
"Why not check your bedroom first?" he suggests uncertainly.
"Well, since you say your mom never irons there, maybe we could give it a try upstairs." I straighten up and arch my back, bringing my breasts directly over his head.
"I'm sure your mom's friend would appreciate your help... I mean, maybe we could help each other," I hint at what's on my mind.
I observe a mixture of fear and lust in my neighbor's eyes. His crotch is growing larger, and I can see that he wants to give me what I desire, but he's hesitant.
I stretch out a finger and trace it down his cheek. He startles, almost jerking back.
"You know what I'm here for? Stop being shy and let's forget about that." I stare down at his bulge, seeing that it's eager and throbbing. He hesitates, glancing back and forth between my breasts.
"I've never... I mean, I'm a virgin," he confesses sheepishly.
"It's okay", I smile. "I'm going to teach you." I touch his face. "Just focus on my breasts - you know I want your cock."
I gaze at his bulge, then his face. "Can you tell me how large it is? Is it twitching for me?"
"I'm not sure how to say it..." His eyes dart up to mine, then back down.
"You're a virgin, aren't you? It's okay. I'm gonna show you how to make love."
I take his hand and lead him into his bedroom, the one I've passed so many times, never thinking I'd lead him inside, where he'd soon break my cherry.
As soon as we're inside, I shut the door. He follows docilely, hesitant but eager. I lean back against the door and pull him to me. His body tenses, but then relaxes. He's unsure of what to do.
"Kiss me like I'm kissing you," I whisper. He requires no convincing, and quickly responds with reciprocating kisses.
"Now just kiss my neck," I command. He leans in and presses his lips to my skin.
"Like we're saying goodbye to a best friend," I add, still maintaining eye contact. He kisses my neck, a little too hurried, but filled with desire.
I gently grasp the back of his head and gently stroke his neck. He gazes up at my face. "Now caress my neck as if you're saying goodbye," I instruct. He moves his lips up to my neck and kisses it as instructed. His mouth moves across my neck, except he seems too rushed. However, we're both turned on.
To expedite the process, I show him what to do. I flip around, straddling his legs and resting my back on his chest. He clasps my face in his hands. Our lips lock in a passionate kiss, my hand gently guiding his tongue to my mouth.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes are wide as he looks at my exposed breasts. He tries to kiss me again, but this time, he assumes a different position; my breasts are now over his stomach. I hold his gaze and stroke his neck. desires.
"Take off your shirt," I say, allowing the words to guide him through the moment. He removes his shirt, revealing a taut, muscular chest. Seeing the muscles, I reach behind me to undo my own top. It drops away, and my breasts are completely exposed. His eyes widen as he feels the soft flesh of my firm breasts pressing against his skin.
Greg halts our kiss and leans back, captivated by the grandeur of my chest. He seems to have forgotten to breathe. I place his hand on my breast. He cups it. Breathing heavily due to my racing thoughts and aching pussy, I swiftly whisper, 'Feel it. Rub my nipple. Watch it grow.'
He obeys. He rubs his palm over the rich brown of my nurturing nipple. He monitors its expansion, resuming his breathing, and this time it's slightly more rapid and intense. Now he uses his fingers to pinch my nipple and twist it, as if he's cautiously undoing the cap of my lubricant. I gasp audibly. He hesitates, concerned it may not be satisfactory. 'Absolutely not,' I sigh. 'More like that, please. Please' I beg.
More confidently, he extends his arms and encircles both nipples in his digits. Twisting them and lightly pulling them, I arch my back and subtly spread my legs, accommodating my swelling pussy lips to slightly part.
He doesn't divert his gaze from my rigid nipples as I trace my finger along his taut chest. I glide all the way down to his waistline. When I arrive there, my fingers locate the contour of his organ. I'm still staring into his eyes. He maintains his focus on my breasts. Finding his cock, it's rigid, straining against the material of his denims.
'Lick them, run your tongue over my nipples,' I command.
He appears perplexed, as though uncertain if he's received permission. However, he complies. He nears my nipples and his tongue gently approaches my nipple. He slowly licks my nipple. It stiffens, but adjusts to his touch. He licks the other nipple, and gazes up at me, inquiring with his eyes. I nod and moan faintly, to indicate his actions are satisfactory. Unfortunately, in the process of leaning down, I lose the sensation of his cock. I eagerly desire to reestablish this contact.
With dignity, Greg must cease licking my nipples. He appears disheartened and slightly puzzled.
'It's your turn to learn,' I inform him.
Spinning him around, I impose him against the door, ultimately securing it from shutting. I relocate my lips to his neck and lick it softly. He moans. As I progress my hand, I glide them down his ribs, landing at his boyish hips. I inhabit this position as I maneuver down his body with my tongue. I lick over his chest, protracting past his nipples, past his sternum, towards his navel. I must now kneel.
Studying his face, we maintain eye contact. He hesitates, unsure if he should utter something. Kneeling before him, I unfasten his belt. I've been yearning to witness his gonads. His jeans, loose and spacious, easily drop from his waist. His organ ascends, already erect and rigid. Inwardly, I inhale sharply, surveying his penis, grinning at him. He grins back, an aqueous smile as he awaits my next move.
I exhale, simply admiring the view. He doesn't avert his eyes, his arms apart, his chest rising and descending. His eyes remain revolved upon my obscene friend on her knees before him, savoring the sight of his flaccid organ. His epic organ appears to possess nine inches of robust, pulsating flesh. The skin is supple and taut over the substantial expanse. But the most scorching aspect of his cock, hotter than its length or the firmness of the skin or the way it's angled upright, is its girth. It's thick. Really thick. I contemplate just swallowing it whole, but I've already viewed it. I long to feel it penetrate my vagina, extending immeasurable inches of unbridled desire.
Regarding his gaze, he demonstrates immobility. His arms dangle at his side, his chest rises and falls gracefully, his eyes seem stationary as he waits to discern my future actions.
He's patiently awaited this moment. And I must initiate acquainting myself with his penis. I flick my tongue over that delicate, youthful skin, from his attenuated balls, ascending the underside of his gargantuan organ, to the apex of his phallus. I graze my tongue around the head and then lean down over it, trailing moisture along the summit of his organ.
While staring at him, I wrap my hand around his member. I can feel the pulsing. But I yearn to taste him. I open my lips and slide them over as much of his cock as possible while I slowly masturbate him, my hand slick with my saliva. My eyes close to relish the feeling of that thick, hard penis stretching my lips and the foreskin retracting. He's already leaking scrumptious pre-cum.
"Oh, God," Greg moans. I realize this is the first time I've ever heard him swear. It won't be the last.
Sucking more intensely, I alternate between deep sucks (as deep as I can) and licking his head to spread the pre-cum. Sometimes I pause to look at him; his eyes are closed and his head is tilted back. He groans and thrusts his hips a little, which makes me gag slightly due to the size of his cock. Masturbating him harder, I focus on sucking. He's young and a virgin; I know he won't last long. I want his semen, but I want it inside me, so I stop sucking.
Greg opens his eyes, finally staring back. He questions the pause. I stand up and I'm now chest-to-chest with him. I pull my skirt off my hips and let it drop. I'm naked except for my heels. I step back so he can take in my bald, pink pussy. I'm sure he's masturbated to porn, but I'm also sure this is the first actual pussy he's seen.
I watch as he stares at my bare, wet pussy. He barely moves. The pre-cum on his cock glistens in the light as it twitches, the blood rushing.
"Have you ever had sex with a woman?" I inquire, fully aware of his unmet desire.
He shakes his head gently.
"Do you want to?"
He nods, softly. He steps out of his jeans as I beckon him towards me. I lie on his bed (so well-made, because he's such a good boy), and spread my legs as wide as I can. I move my feet onto the bed, wedging them in, to allow for more openness. My pink pussy lips gently part, revealing my moist, inner self. Greg can see everything.
I watch as he stares at my bald, pink pussy. He hardly moves. The pre-cum on his cock catches the light as it twitches, the blood pumping.
"Have you ever fucked a woman before?" I inquire, knowing the answer.
He shakes his head gently.
"Would you like to?"
He nods, softly. He steps out of his jeans as I motion for him to approach me. I lie on his bed and stretch out my legs wide. I encourage him by gently spreading my legs further and showing him my pink, glistening pussy.
He reaches the bed and climbs on. I reach down and grasp his member once more. When I can't see it, it feels even thicker. We kiss passionately as he positions himself over me. I help him pierce my lips with his shaft.
He wants to kiss me passionately and fondle my breasts, and I know he's going to do just that.
"Wait," I tells him. He stops and merely gazes into my eyes. "You need to ease into me gently. Ramp it up slowly. Build it up."
He nods in agreement.
Gently, I feel his cock sliding into me. It takes my breath away, it's so thick. I gasp and moan. He inches inside me, my tight, wet pussy happily giving way to his thick, long cock. As he enters me, my lips slide upward catching his skin. I can feel his length pulling my lips slightly as he sinks in. Leaning on his arms above me, his eyes dart from my face to my breasts to the sight of his cock sliding in more easily than he assumed possible.
Eventually he stops and I'm fulfilled. Every inch of his delicious young cock is inside my ripe, eager pussy. We kiss again, our tongues dancing. He starts to fuck me. He pulls out almost completely, and then slams back in. I know he wants to ejaculate. I know he's young and can recover quickly. I crave to feel him explode in a woman for the first time, so I can suck him off and hop on top and ride him like a bucking bronco and then climb on top of him again and masturbate him until he erupts one more time.
"Fuck me," I urge.
He does. He pulls out and slides easily back in, developing a rhythm.
"Tell me what you want," I command.
He doesn't respond. He just fucks me. He gives me deeply penetrating thrusts, using his strong hips and ass to thrust in deeply.
This sends him right over the top. He forcefully thrusts his cock deep inside me as he reaches his climax. As he comes, he collapses onto me, his face buried in my neck as I relish the sensation of his virginal cock twitching and ejaculating in my seasoned pussy. I hug his back and stroke it, appreciating how slender he is and realizing that no other woman will ever experience this virginal load again.
He's breathing heavily; pounding me like a piston has certainly exhausted him. However, he's young. I know he'll regain his erection soon if he hasn't already. I can bring him to multiple orgasms before my friend, his mom, returns to discover me in the garden, serene and glowing. I give him a tender kiss on the cheek and glide my nails lightly over his bare skin.
'I need you to fuck me hard and make me cum this time.' I instruct him, and like a good boy, he ensures I achieve my goal.
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