Fantasy About Neighbor
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 6: Down boy
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Down boy - When Michael reluctantly agrees to help the sultry and mysterious Miss Calvin tidy her garden, he expects nothing more than long hours under the scorching summer sun. But as the days heat up, so does the tension between them. Miss Calvin is confident, provocative, and uncomfortably alluring for Michael, who's barely coming into his own as a young adult. What begins as innocent neighborly favors soon spirals into a web of forbidden desire, blurred boundaries, and thrilling fantasies...
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In answer, Michael grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and pushed down hard. She cried out, but had no choice about compliance. The next thing she knew her cheek was pressed hard against the table. She could feel the cool surface against her crashed breasts and her nipples hardened. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little and his fingers slipped into her pussy. She stifled a groan.
“Michael? Please don’t.”
“Julia,” he said, working his fingers in and out of her, “tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“No, Michael, I...”
“Julia, tell me what you want.”
A groan escaped her lips and she seemed to sag. He legs spread wider. “Fuck me, Michael. Fill me with that big, fucking cock you used on me last night and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
He pulled his fingers out of her and undid his jeans. He had expected that they would end up having sex and was wearing nothing under them. His cock sprang out as though it were homing in on its target. He slipped it between her pussy lips and rammed it home.
“Oh, god, yes!” Julia cried out. “Do me hard, Michael.”
He began stroking in and out of her, hard and fast; pulling out until only the head of his cock remained wrapped in her hot flesh, and then driving back in until his pubic bone smacked into her behind. His breathing was ragged, but Julia was shrieking fit to burst. “Yes! Fuck me! Ooooh, yes!” After a minute or so of violent sex her cries changed to incoherent screams and he felt her vaginal muscles closing on him like a bench clamp.
He kept pounding as her back arched up off the table, and kept going even after her cries had stopped and she had relaxed back.
It was obvious that her body was responding to his continuing activity as her hips began to twist and buck against him. He knew his own orgasm was close, and that she would have another when he came; somehow he just knew. As his jism began to gush into her, and his vision narrowed into a single tunnel of intense pleasure, he felt her muscles milking his cock and knew she was cumming with him.
Orgasm over, he staggered back, finding a chair to collapse onto while Julia remained bent over the table, her breathing laboured.
Minutes later, she pulled herself upright and turned to face him. Her shirt had been pushed aside in their struggles and her breasts were now fully exposed. His cock hoisted itself back up at the sight. Julia grinned. “Down boy,” she said, “I really do have a meeting to go to. I have to get dressed. Clean yourself up and meet me outside on the drive, we can talk on the way there.”