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The hum of drills in a neighboring apartment finally stopped. This morning I was awakened by the noise of trucks that carried my new neighbors’ things. I went out on my balcony. Regardless of the noise that my new neighbors were making while moving in, we were really lucky to live in a quiet neighborhood, nearly in the center of the city. Already on the other side of our street, it was noisy like crazy, but my windows and balcony were turned to a few old linden trees and a row of five garages that almost no one used. A loft was built on our small building last year. No one was happier than me, a teenage girl, when I found out that I would get my room with a bathroom and a large balcony separated from my parents for an entire level. Our next-door neighbors, who had done the same, sold their renovated apartment to some strangers, from whom I was separated only by a grid iron fence that I could easily skip over.
On Sunday evening, as I promised my parents, I went with them to the neighboring apartment to meet the new neighbors and officially welcome them. At the door, we were greeted by Martin, a friendly and affable man who was about forty-two or forty-three years old. In the living room, we were served with refreshments by his somewhat younger wife, Natasha. At first glance, they really seemed pleasant. Martin was a quite tall and big man, yet he had a beautiful and gentle face with a smile that was always there, which revealed his beautiful white teeth. I understood the secret of his good looks from the conversation that he had with my dad. Besides the fact that they both shared a passion for sports, Martin still practiced sports every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, while my father just enjoyed watching sports on TV. The conversation, which was less uptight than I expected, was becoming tiring to me. I was only thinking about getting laid with Greg, who was supposed to come pick me up at seven, and that time was coming. I was thinking how to get out of there, when Stephen ran down the set of wooden stairs. He was in shorts and a sleeveless shirt, and carried a basketball. He looked exactly like Martin, just not so large yet. Everyone would realize at first sight that they were a father and son. The same friendly smile greeted us. He apologized that he could not come down earlier, because he had some things to do on the Internet, then in almost the same sentence, he said that he had to go, because his friends were waiting for him to play basketball on the playground right next to the building. He was a year younger than me, and three heads taller. I didn’t miss to see how this cute eighteen-year old guy checked me out before he ran out. When Stephen left, I was able to excuse myself and go, leaving my parents to make new friends.
Greg was waiting for me in the car parked next to the playground. As the sun was going down and it was getting less hot, the playground was flooded by kids from the neighborhood. I could hear shouting and basketball bouncing sounds. Stephen's team was near the basket where Greg parked the car. Stephen saw me and waved, then the other guys, who were approximately his age, paused, as well. I waved at Stephen and jumped into the car. I kissed Greg, who was nervous.
- You’re almost fucking naked. - It was the first thing he told me. Not that he was wrong, but short skirts looked really good on me. Even my mom and neighbor Natasha told me it was not vulgar and they also said I had nice legs. I tried to say something, but I didn’t manage.
- Look at those jerks wasting their time.
- Come on, they’re kids.
- Yeah, but do you know what those kids do all day? Just jerk off! And when they get together, they only talk about what girl they would fuck and how they would fuck her. Such guys don’t do anything but stare at chicks.
In vain I tried to say something. I myself was aware that they were all staring at me, but I didn’t see it like that. I had known of Greg's jealousy, but I loved him. During the whole ride, he kept lecturing me about the dressing code and behavior.
- Who's the skinny guy who waved at you?
- A new neighbor. The son to those I told you about, that they were moving in the next-door apartment.
Greg was already going nuts.
- The kid will be hitting on you. You’ll see. He’ll be looking at you over the balcony, then he’ll be telling his friends what he’s seen you wearing. They’ll be drooling and jerking off thinking about you in a basement.
I never thought about that, but the way Greg put it was so compelling that I believed all those kids from the playground would be jerking off thinking about me. I couldn’t believe it when I realized my pussy got wet at the thought of it.
We quickly arrived at Jay's apartment. Jay was Greg’s friend, whose parents were on vacation, so he let us use the apartment for an hour to have sex before our friends arrive and throw a party. The biggest problem in my relationship with Greg was the fact that we didn’t have a place to have sex, so we did our best to find a place.
- Where’s Jay? - I asked.
- He’s getting drinks. - He replied quickly while taking off his shoes and jeans.
- Jay knows we're here?
- He knows. He won’t get in before I text him. He’s my best friend. - He was saying that while taking off my shirt and kissing my nipples.
I was completely naked. I was very aroused by Greg's story about the boys, as well as by the fact that Jay knew we were fucking. I touched him over the boxer shorts in which he was and felt a pretty hard dick that was ready. He pushed me down on the bed and lowered his pants. He quickly entered me. I enjoyed his dick. I loved it when he would penetrate me like this. He had a nice body that I loved to embrace and caress him on the back and his little firm butt. I was completely relaxed. I heard only his deep slow breathing. I started to get louder. I was so aroused by the whole situation. His thrusting was faster. His moans and the rhythm of thrusting showed that he was close to cumming. He would always announced he was cumming. I was close, too. I felt his cock in me, seeing mental images of all those boys who were jerking off thinking about me. I screamed, and then I felt him taking it out and heard his cry.
I’m cuuuuuuming!!! - I felt the wet heat of sperm on my thighs.
The following days I was preoccupied with the thought of the boys jerking off thinking about me. It turned me on a lot. I was dolled up to go to a grocery store as if I was going to a party. Under sunglasses, my eyes monitored them while they were staring at me. Greg was right. They were horny, staring at my legs, breasts and ass. I often saw Stephen on the balcony. I always tried to wear clothes that were as skimpy as possible to impassion his imagination, so that he would tell his buddies in what clothes he saw me. I would put my thongs on the clothes line near his fence. Once I caught him staring at them. When he realized I saw him, he just slipped into his room. The mental image of him jerking off while thinking about my thongs was constantly on my mind.
Greg and I fucked regularly. I loved his cock. We did it wherever we could, mostly in his car in various parking lots.
The next Saturday my parents went with their friends to Paris for a weekend. This meant that we would finally have sex in my bed, without haste. I could barely wait for five o’clock when Greg’s working time ended and he came straight to my place. I was horny when I woke up. I went out onto the balcony. I was only in a thin, almost transparent nightgown. Stephen and his friend were on the balcony. When they noticed me, they stopped talking and just stared at me. I took out a cigarette and said I hoped they weren’t snitches and wouldn’t tell anyone that I smoked. In return, I let them watch me those five minutes while I smoked. Stephen knew that my parents were on a journey. Then I had an idea. They would certainly see Greg parking his car in front of the building and want to spy on us. I put on my dark drapes over al
l the windows, which I left open. From the inside, it couldn’t be seen that the windows were open, so that Greg wouldn’t know that the kid could hear us.
Greg was punctual. We began to kiss and grope right at the door. I dragged him into the room. I took off his clothes savagely. He was horny and happy to see me like this. He didn’t know what to touch first, my breasts or my butt. Finally we were on a soft bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs as much as I could. This was the rarest sex position for us because it was hard to do it in the car. He pushed it in me all the way, and I cried like crazy. Greg paused, looked at me and asked - Is everything okay?
- Finally we're alone. I can relax and enjoy your dick. - I whispered seductively. Greg smiled contentedly and pushed it all in me again. Obviously my horniness turned him on. I began to writhe and moan louder and louder. I caressed his butt, which was jumping upon me. I scratched him with my nails. I never climaxed so quickly and so loudly.
- I love you so much, baby. - Greg said through his teeth while thrusting.
- Let’s do it from the back. – I suggested.
- Turn around, little bitch. – He said with a laugh and put it out while getting up. I quickly turned around and bent over like a bitch. I held onto the edge of the bed and pushed my head almost to the wall that separated my room from Stephen's room. He spanked me lightly, and I screamed as if I was coming. This encouraged him, so he kept spanking me harder. I yelled as he was shoving his dick into me. He was incredibly loud, too, as if he knew of my plan to make a show for little Stephen, whom I imagined jerking off on the other side of the wall. We were so loud that there was no way that he couldn’t hear us, even if the windows weren’t open. I was totally wild. I yelled as if his dick was killing me. This made Greg hornier. I thought his dick had never been bigger. I was having an orgasm, screaming. He was done, too. He took it out, screaming loudly:
- I’m cuuuuuming!
I felt a line of sperm across my entire back. Greg was still panting. My legs were shaking.
- I love it when you’re like this. – He whispered to me and kissed me in the butt. We lay quietly for a minute or two, until we were able to breathe normally again. I moved my hand towards his dick.
- Don’t. I have to piss. - He moved my hand back and stood up. - I'm all sweaty. I’ll take a shower. - I knew he expected me to go to the bathroom, but I wanted to continue our show for Stephen.
I put on a thin nightgown and went to the balcony, lighting a cigarette. I took a long puff that felt good. With a corner of my eye, I glanced at Steve's balcony, and then I froze. Martin was on the balcony. I felt awkward.
- Sorry if I scared you. - He looked confused, too.
- Usually I don’t see you here. - I said just to say something while standing half-naked before him after half an hour of screaming on a cock.
- Stephen went to his friends, and Natasha is down there watching a TV show, so I came up here alone to watch football. - He said checking me out.
He watched it peacefully. There was no doubt about that. He certainly heard everything. He even went out to the balcony.
- The second half is about to start. I’m going inside. See ya! - He went into the room smiling.
I quickly went back to the room. My second half was about to start, too. Greg came into the room naked and wet. He lay down beside me. He kissed me gently, and then he stood over my head and raised it to my mouth.
- Blow it good like only you do.
I had mixed feelings. I felt shame and lust. As out of spite, Greg was loud.
- You’re blowing it so good, oh. That’s the stuff, my beautiful. You love my dick?
- I loooove it. - I mumbled while blowing Greg, and in my mind, I had images of Martin, who was sitting in the room on the other side of the wall. Did he jerk off? What did it look like? The idea of the old man jerking off while thinking about me while his wife was downstairs watching a soap opera turned me on.
- Fuck me, please. - I could not take it anymore. My pussy was hot. Greg lay on his back and I sat on his cock. I held onto the bed frame over his head. He was squeezing my nipples, trying to catch with his mouth my tits that were dangling. I looked at the wall and screamed. Let him hear the spanking. Let him hear how I enjoyed myself while being fucked by a twenty-two year old guy. Let him know I was having sex! I screamed loudly as I received the dick. I didn’t even know how many orgasms I had then. I only knew that I avoided any encounter with Martin.
I often came across Stephen on the balcony. Often some of his friends were also there. I still put my panties on the clothing line for them. Once I noticed that my pink panties were missing. The next day they reappeared. What did he do with them? Did he wrap them around his cock while jerking off? Did he show them to his friends? Did they all gather around them, jerk off and spray sperm on them in a basement? They were clean, but they didn’t smell of my washing powder, so he must’ve washed them. I put them on, and then I caressed my pussy over them, imagining the boys’ dicks cumming on the panties until I came.
At last, it was July, the month when my parents left to seaside. Greg was with me every night. I couldn’t wait for seven o’clock in the evening when he would come home from work. We did it in the whole apartment. My favorite were “shows” in the room for little Stephen.
It was the seventh day since my parents had gone on vacation. I woke up at about ten. Greg had already left for work. I made coffee and went to the balcony. I was sunbathing when, at one point, I realized that I was wearing those pink panties that had been missing once. I immediately got wet. Then it suddenly occurred to me to take them off. I walked up to the fence that separated Stephen's and my balcony. I stuck my head through it. When I was convinced that nobody could see me, I threw them on the floor of his balcony. I quickly returned to the room, thinking about how the boys will be turned on when they felt the scent of my pussy on the panties. All day long, I did all kinds of things in the house to distract myself from thoughts about the boys who jerked off on my pink panties.
At about two o’clock, I could not take it anymore. I was very horny. I had to go out to the balcony to see if the panties were still there. I looked around and saw that they were gone. Smiling, I slowly bent over the fence to see if the shutters in Stephen’s room were still closed and to try to get an idea of what was going on. In one step, Martin came out of the room. I got lost and stood up as if I had been caught red-handed.
- Looking for something? - He addressed me with that smile of his.
- The wind sometimes blows things away from my clothing line... - I was so awkward. There had been no wind in days. It was hell out there.
- What have you lost? Can I help you find it?
I kept stuttering. I was more and more convinced that he was onto me. Then he reached into his jeans. Quite brazenly, he searched his pocket as if he was trying to touch his dick. Then abruptly he pulled the pink panties out of his pocket.
- Are you looking for them, perhaps?
I did not know where to look. He kept staring at me brazenly.
- I thought you have washed them. But it seems you’ve just brought them out on the fresh air. - He said this with a cheeky grin. The horror, I thought. He figured it all out. But the very idea that he sniffed them, that he brought them close to his pretty face provoked ambivalent feelings in me. I was embarrassed, but also very aroused.
- Unlock the front door. I'm going to bring them. - He said, and disappeared from the balcony.
I quickly went inside and headed down the stairs from the attic. My legs were trembling. My hands were shaking. What did I even want? I did not know. I didn’t have any answer. I went to the front door like a magnet was pulling me. I opened the door. Martin stood there. With a smile, he was holding folded panties. He entered in one step and closed the door. He pinned me against the wall and hugged me. He looked me in the eye. He lifted me up with his strong arms. It was huge. We began to kiss. My nightgown was sliding in his hands. He took it off over my
head. I was standing completely naked in front of him. He looked at me as if he wanted to enjoy every part of my body. Again he kissed me. His strong hand cupped almost my entire butt. I sighed. He took me in his arms and carried me into my room.
He put me gently on the bed. He kissed my nipples gently. He squeezed my entire breasts. One of his hands slid from my breast through my belly and reached my pussy.
- It’s so wet. - He was kissing me, and his middle finger was already inside me. Our sighs grew louder.
- Feel free to relax the way you like it. - He clearly let me know that he already overheard me. This made me even more aroused. He sucked my nipples alternately and fucked me with his finger. I sighed louder.
- Come on, baby. Feel free to scream. - Stephen is about to come home from his training. He will be definitely surprised that you came early today. - I couldn’t believe what he told me. He was totally onto me.
- I could earn a lot of money if I sold tickets to little jerks to listen to you. When they see your jackass boyfriend parking his car, they come to my loft right away. - When he said that, I started convulsing. So, they were listening to me. They really jerked off thinking about me. I was hornier than ever. My hands searched for his dick.
- You want a real cock, baby?
- I want it.
He smiled, stood up and unbuttoned his clothes. A big glans peeped out.
- Take it.
Martin had a large dark glans. Circumcised! For the first time I saw a circumcised dick before me. Slowly my tongue circled it. It grew. I opened my mouth and began to suck it. It was large. While I was kissing the glans, he unbuttoned the belt and took off his pants and shirt. It appeared before me in all its size, or rather girth. Before my face, there was a cock whose girth scared me for a moment, but I continued kissing the glans, and jerking it with one hand. I couldn’t resist. With my other hand, I took the enormous balls dangling in front of me. Martin sighed. Then he moved away from me. He crouched down and grabbed me by the ankles. He raised one of my legs and started to kiss my foot. Nobody had ever done that to me. I felt his wet tongue tickling me on the feet and toes. Then his tongue traveled from my calf and upwards, across the inside of my thigh, and finally reached my pussy. He kissed it so passionately that a loud sigh escaped me. He played with it with his tongue and lips. I looked at him. He looked me in the eye as his tongue fucked my clit. He looked so good. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came loudly. It seemed like it gave him more energy. He didn’t stop licking me, not even for a second. I squeezed his head with my thighs, touching his hair with my hands. His tongue was wild. I felt a finger entering me, then another one. Cries of my orgasm were so loud I was sure that Stephen was jerking off, not knowing his dad was fucking me.