[M]atching the neighbors volume with a little help [F]rom a friend | 2016

So back in college, I was not a great person. I drank way too much and studied to little, among other things. On this such occasion, it was a weekday and I was way too hungover to do anything. So what did I do instead? I texted my RA friend, Emily, to make me breakfast and nurse me back to health.

I did this for two reasons. One, she was a pretty good cook and it beat whatever the cafeteria was serving and two, she was madly infatuated with me and would drop everything if I messaged her. By the time I stumbled over there, pancakes were made and she made me a screwdriver to drink.

Roughly half an hour later, I was still in pretty bad shape. The screwdrivers just made me more brash. Her college dorm apartment was two floors and since she was the RA, she had the nice big second floor room. Not that it particularly mattered, as no one else was around. Or so I thought.

First things first, going over there, I had no intentions of anything happening. I was abusing her kindness and infatuation only. After eating, I invited myself to her bedroom to lay on her bed and watch Netflix before passing out. I did not have an account at the time.

If you've read this far, you're probably bored and looking to move on, so I'll let you have an idea of what we look like. She was about five foot four inches with shoulder length brunette hair. She had freckles covering her pale skin almost everywhere and while she never worked out or played sports, she was in shape. Small but firm ass and a small B cup.

I on the other hand was a traditional white guy. 5'8'', dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, in shape, monstrous dong. I kid. It's a solid seven. I'm not winning any awards but people like it. Anyways...

After cleaning up the mess I made, Emily comes and joins me in bed, laying in front of me. She's practically begging me to spoon her and I think I actually pushed her head off the pillow so I could continue watching cartoons. Eventually, the internet connection went out and the TV went black. It was then that we both became aware of the small rhythmic thumping happening against her wall and then the low, soft moans of her neighbor, Amanda.

Now, Amanda was my kind of girl. Short. Blonde. Stacked. Innocent but you just knew she was a freak. Hearing her moan through the wall was like a dream come true and with such stimulation, my hard-on was now poking Emily in the back.

And she played me like a fiddle. She pushed back against me. She made no noise so we could listen to her neighbor getting plowed. It was so hot. So exhilarating. So taboo. Listening to another girl moaning was clouding my judgement. I had to do something. My cock was pressed against Emily's ass. Without thinking of consequences, I reached around and started to squeeze her breasts through her clothes and grind my cock into her backside. She let out her own moan and turn her head to kiss me. She could only reach my cheek and jawline before she whispered "I can be louder..."

I pride myself on not cumming quickly but that damn near made me finish in my shorts. My hand quickly moved down your stomach and into her jeans before I was sliding my finger slowly over and across her wet slit. She turned and lifted her hips, removing any and all obstacles that I might have as my fingers teased her delicately. Her small hands reached into my shorts and fished my cock own, rubbing and sliding all over my shaft. I let this happen for a minute or so before I stood up and went to her bedside table. Safety first and all.

She quickly fell to her knees and started sucking on my cock like it was a youth serum. I dug through her drawer for a few seconds before I used my hands to steady her head. I love being in control and I started to slowly push my cock into the back of her throat. Once she picked up on what I was putting down, I let her have it. Hard, long thrustful strokes where my balls slapped her chin echoed throughout the room.

Her mouth was so wet, so warm, it was driving me insane. I released her head and put my hands under her arms and lifted her, pushing her directly against the wall that the apartment shared. Pressed flat against the wall, she spread her legs in anticipation. My hand smacked her left ass cheek before she got the hint and stuck her ass out, allowing me to ease in right behind her. I was two or three strokes in before I realized I never found a condom. There was no turning back at that point for me.

There was no love making here. I wanted to fuck and she wanted me. I slammed into her tight cunt from behind like a machine. My forearm rested into the back of her skull, pushing her face into the wall. She would moan, wail even after a few thrusts and then completely lose her voice as she tried to catch her breath. My free hand would squeeze and pull at her small breasts and nipples before sliding down and groping and smacking her ass.

It was ten or fifteen minutes of me just punishing her pussy from behind before I came. I was in for a penny, so I decided to go in for the pound and I came in her. It was amazing. Every shot felt like her cunt was trying to extract more from me.

Luckily, nothing happened due to our decision to not wear protection. Unfortunately, Amanda passed out and only her boyfriend heard our fun.