Unleashed: Neighbour Needs Help
Copyright© 2026 by TMax
Chapter 24: Neighbor’s Education
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 24: Neighbor’s Education - Part of the Unleashed Series. Zer causes her older neighbor to have an accident, so with guilt in her heart, she vows to help her neighbor. In the process, her neighbor helps her learn new things and grow from a naive, innocent little girl into a confident young woman. Slow serial. Thirty-Six Chapters. Some chapters contain incest scenes with father, mother, and sister, Polly. Of note: this story has hardcore sex scenes, but also character development.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Mother Sister Father Light Bond Group Sex Orgy First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
Dad sat on our old couch with a football game on the TV and a bottle of beer in his hand. I nodded at him as I went upstairs to grab my vibrator.
“Zezerka, I need to talk with you,” Dad yelled. I shoved the vibrator in the front pocket of my hoodie and ran down.
“Can’t talk, helping Mrs. Reynolds,” I said.
But before I could open the door Dad said, “No, now, it needs to be now.”
“Fine.” I paused at the door, with my right hand on my end of the vibrator, petrified that I might turn it on, and conscious that Mrs. Reynolds remained tied up, extremely vulnerable, in her house.
“You came home very late. Mom and I thought we should bring you to the doctors for birth control,” Dad said, his gaze glued on the football game, which had the stats from the first quarter up.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I said and opened the door.
The cool air made me jump while Father said, “Made the appointment for Wednesday.”
Annoyed that they had made the appointment without talking with me, I almost turned around and yelled at him, but Mrs. Reynolds needed me and I needed her. Hell, even the squirrel in the tree yelled at me to hurry.
“You ... whatever.” Slammed the door and sprinted across our driveways.
I paused at her back door. In our military intelligence class, we had an officer talk with us about interrogation, and how it all involves their mind. He likened it to poker, where you learn their tells and micro-expressions, and because you have a larger pot than they do, you have the resources to uncover their expressions and the time to exploit them. Someone, and based on his reaction, someone always does, asked about torture. He laughed and repeated from our textbook, “If you torture someone, they will tell you whatever you want to hear to make it stop. They don’t care about facts because they just care about making the pain stop.” He did hint that physiological manipulation involves control of information and reduction in the person’s senses.
The back door opened and closed with a bang. The kitchen drawers made loud noises as they opened and closed. I changed my footsteps to loud, heavy ones, so that a small bit of doubt and fear would intrude into Mrs. Reynolds’ mind.
Mrs. Reynolds wiggled on the couch, desperate to remove her bonds, but stilled and whimpered when I cut off her panties. I hope she won’t yell at me for destroying them. Soaked, I inhaled her musk and couldn’t help myself as I licked her labia, which tasted like her musk smelled, sweet, a bit sour, and a slight cum flavor, which I savored. She thrust her hips forward to keep her pussy in contact with my lips, but I moved backward and gave her pussy another light slap.
She screamed stuff, horrible, muffled words, in the gag as her head thrashed around, but I had decided to have some fun. The cameras still recorded, so I figured I would give her something to watch later. I went to her room, retrieved her life-like dildo and lube, and placed them on the dry bar. Then went to the kitchen and semi-randomly grabbed a cucumber and carrot from her garden, a bottle of wine, a rolling pin, a meat thermometer, a meat tenderizer, and dumped them on the couch beside her.
Her pussy continued to leak and made a rivulet down her asshole and onto the couch. She twisted and tried to escape, but stopped when I blew on her right nipple. She arched her back to get them closer, but I resisted the urge to suck them and instead, licked the very edge of her nipple, my tongue rolled around it, and I blew my saliva dry. Goosebumps covered her body as her nostrils flared wide to get more oxygen.
“Be right back, need to get more toys,” I whispered and licked her ear. Her head whipped to the side to kiss me or something, and she screamed something under the gag. I giggled and kissed the tip of her nose and left for the washroom.
I grabbed a shampoo bottle, two towels, her toothbrush, the toothpaste tube, a bar of soap, and the plunger. I dumped everyone on the other side of the couch from the kitchen stuff. With no idea what I would use or wouldn’t use, I just grabbed stuff that might fit inside her.
“Ok, Mrs. Reynolds, I am going to remove the blindfold so that you can see what I plan to do to you, but you have to be a good girl, or it goes back on,” I said. She stilled as much as she could, but her legs still vibrated and her belly made a cute wave as she breathed too fast.
I leaned over her to breathe on her neck and kiss her cheek. I grabbed the vibrator and held it up in front of her face. Her eyes widened.
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