Cheating on (m)y girl(f)riend with the Next-Door Nympho (part 1) | 2016

In my early twenties I reunited with my high school girlfriend. In retrospect it was a big mistake but at the time it seemed like a fantastic idea. Instead of having a little fling (living out all dirty fantasies I'd built up in my mind) and parting ways, Amanda and I moved into a small house in Santa Barbara.

I actually thought I was being punked the day I met our new neighbor Lisa. She was in our driveway on all fours scrubbing the wheels of her small convertible BMW . She had both the tan and figure of a pornstar and was wearing nothing but a black bikini and white high-top sneakers. Her bikini bottom was stretched so tight against her pussy and ass that I swore I could see the outer indication of her perfect little asshole on either side of the thong. I stammered a hello and went inside where I watched my new neighbor laugh and wave at the men who honked their horns as they drove by. That night I asked Amanda as she was getting out of the shower:

"Do you think she's a hooker?" "No. She just broke up with her boyfriend. She used to be a model but she's 34 now." "Like a porn model?" I asked. "No like underwear and stuff- I guess she did a lot of pageants, like sexy pageants." "What the fuck is a sexy pageant? There is no such thing." "She seems really nice but I think she's had a lot of problems. She mentioned drugs and kinda, like, getting her life together." Amanda explained. "Gotcha." I said. "You totally have a crush on our slutty new neighbor don't you!?"

Amanda was always taking on and off bright colored cotton panties. She also loved to have her pussy roughly eaten so I was always ripping those pretty panties off her and buying new ones. I had once caught her masturbating with a pair of shredded yellow panties from the night before draped over her face. She had been mortified when she saw me watching but when I showed her how hard it made my cock, she realized that her private kinks were nothing to hide. She had similar yellow panties on that night.

"You're not really in any position to talk about being slutty. Is that a new G-string or is it from your private-stash, you panty-sniffing slut" I teased. "That's it. On the floor!"

I got down on the wood floor next to the unpacked boxes as she stood above me, her hand already in her panties, digging around wildly. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her down onto my face. I could feel how wet her pussy was as she mashed her little cotton undies against my teeth and chin.

"Fucking rip them off me!" she yelled.

I had a hold of her g-string and was pulling up hard against her asshole, thinking of Lisa earlier that day and how hot her ass had looked. Looking back I wonder if Amanda hadn't been somewhat turned on as well by our new neighbor.

"Rip them off and eat me! Eat my ass!"

With one hand scrambling to free my cock I tore her little yellow panties off and tasted her wet little pussy grinding hard against my mouth. I spread her ass hard with my hands so I could see her pretty pink asshole.

"Show me where you want to get tongue-fucked."

She reached back and pointed.

"There..." she moaned. "Where?!" I barked as I spread her ass cheeks even more forcefully. "There!" she screamed as she stuck half of her middle finger up her ass. "Eat me there. Eat my FUCKING ASS!"

She kept finger fucking her ass as I fucked it with my tongue.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Don't stop" she said. "What are you going to do for me?" I asked with her ass and pussy juices smearing all over my face. "Anything! I'll do anything!" she screamed and with that she bucked and shook against my face. With my tongue and her finger double-fucking her little asshole, she came. Hard. Before she was done trembling I picked her up and bent her over the edge of the couch. I stuffed her mouth with the ripped panties from the floor and made her hold her ass open for me. I remember wondering how well the sound traveled between the small houses as I filled Amanda's ass with every drop of hot come I could while she grunted and gagged on another ruined pair of underqwear. That question would be answered as we both got to know Lisa better over the course of the next 10 months

(continued in part 2)