My neighbor fucked me after drinking night

Marica, let me tell you about this thing that happened with my neighbor. You know how my pana is always showing me off after I got these new tetas, right? Like I’m his prized trophy or something. Don’t get me wrong, I love the attention—these babies weren’t cheap, and they are fucking perfect. A full 36D, firm, round, just begging to be looked at and touched. But sometimes, his showing off leads to… situations. And this one night, ¡coño!, it got out of hand in the most delicious way.

We live in this big apartment building, and my boyfriend, he’s a social guy. He became super pana with the guy across the hall, Miguel. Miguel is… chevere. Tall, with these arms that look like he actually uses the gym membership he probably has, and a smile that’s just a little bit dangerous. You know the type. The kind that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing in bed. So, they started this habit of drinking beer together, watching games, the usual man-thing. And I was often there, wearing one of the low-cut tops my boyfriend insisted on, my nipples so hard and sensitive from the surgery they could probably cut glass. It’s this constant, low-level buzz of need, a reminder of what’s there, just under the fabric.

This particular night, the rum was flowing a little too well. My boyfriend was already drifting, his head lolling back on the couch, his eyes heavy. But me? The alcohol just went straight to my cuca, I swear. I was feeling warm, loose, and so fucking horny it was almost an ache. And I could see it in Miguel’s eyes too. That dark, hungry look he’d sometimes give me when my boyfriend wasn’t looking. That night, with my man half-asleep, the look was bolder.

He leaned forward, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through me. “You know,” he said, a sly grin on his face, “your man is always talking about them. Showing them off from a distance. But I gotta be honest, Cristina. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a real good look.”

I laughed, a little tipsy, a lot bold. “Oh, really? And what constitutes a ‘good look,’ Miguel?”

“A real one,” he said, his eyes dropping to my chest. “No fabric in the way.”

The air got thick. My heart was hammering against my ribs. I could feel my nipples getting even harder, if that was possible, straining against my top. I glanced at my boyfriend, who was snoring softly now. What the hell. The devil on my shoulder was screaming, and he had a very convincing argument. With a shrug that was way more nonchalant than I felt, I reached down, grabbed the hem of my tight top, and pulled it up and over my head in one smooth motion.

There I was, sitting in my living room, topless for my neighbor. The cool air hit my skin and I shivered, my tits on full display for him.

Miguel’s eyes went wide. He let out a low, appreciative whistle. “¡Coño! Damn, Cristina. They’re… huge. So full. 36D, easy.” He was staring, and I loved it. I arched my back just a little, letting him see them in all their glory.

“They’re real, you know,” I said, my voice husky. “I mean, the silicone is real, but the feel…”

“I need to know,” he interrupted, his voice rough with desire. “I need to feel if they’re real. Just a quick squeeze.”

My brain was screaming no, but my body was screaming yes. I gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. “Be quick.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned across the space between our chairs, his large, warm hand closing over my right breast. His touch was electric. He squeezed gently at first, then more firmly, his thumb brushing over my rock-hard nipple. A jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure shot straight to my core. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed for a second.

But ‘quick’ wasn’t in his vocabulary anymore. That one touch broke the dam. Instead of pulling his hand back, he surged forward. His other hand came up to cup my face, and his mouth crashed down on mine. It wasn’t a gentle, questioning kiss. It was a claiming. It was all tongue and teeth and pure, raw hunger. He tasted like beer and mint and sin, and I kissed him back just as fiercely, all my pent-up frustration pouring into it.

In one powerful motion, he pulled me out of my chair and onto his lap. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against me through his shorts, and it made me dizzy with want. I ground down on him instinctively, earning a deep groan from his throat. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and without a word, he shoved his hand down the front of his shorts. I heard the rustle of fabric, the pull of an elastic waistband, and then… marica.

He pulled it out. His cock. And it was… a lot. Thick and long and already leaking at the tip. It was bigger than my boyfriend’s, bigger than most I’d seen. And it was right there. The sight of it, the sheer audacity of it all, completely short-circuited the last of my resistance. My boyfriend was right there! But the alcohol and the need were a hell of a drug.

I didn’t think. I just dropped my head into his lap and took him into my mouth. He let out a choked curse, his hands immediately tangling in my hair. I sucked him greedily, using my tongue to swirl around the head before taking him deep. I was bobbing my head fast, desperate to make him come, desperate to finish this before my boyfriend woke up and our world exploded. I stroked the base of his shaft with my hand, matching the rhythm of my mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth…” he groaned, his hips bucking upwards.

But he had other ideas. Suddenly, he was pulling me up by my hair, not roughly, but with a firmness that left no room for argument. He stood up, pulling me with him, his hands going straight back to my tits. He pinched my nipples hard, pulling and twisting them, sending waves of painful pleasure crashing through me. I cried out, and he swallowed the sound with another brutal kiss.

Then, he spun me around. It was so fast I got dizzy. He bent me over the cool, hard surface of our kitchen counter, my cheek pressed against the cold granite. One of his hands was on my back, holding me down, while the other rucked up my skirt. I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my thong. I held my breath. I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say no. I just… waited. I was so wet, so ready, my body screaming for it.

He didn’t ask. He just pulled the flimsy fabric down to my knees. I heard him spit into his hand, a crude, wet sound, and then I felt the broad, slick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I braced myself.

And then he plunged inside me.

I screamed. A raw, guttural sound ripped from my throat as he filled me completely in one single, devastating thrust. He was so big, stretching me in a way I hadn’t been stretched in a long time. He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He just started fucking me, hard and deep, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that shook the counter. He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, one hand still mauling my breast, the other gripping my hip so hard I knew I’d have bruises.

“You like that, you filthy girl?” he grunted in my ear. “You like me fucking you while your man sleeps?”

I couldn’t form words. I just moaned, a continuous, helpless sound as he pounded into me. The noise was what did it. The slapping of our skin, my moans, his grunts. It was too much.

I heard a groggy sound from the couch. “Babe? What’s… what’s going on?”

My eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pleasure, flew open. I managed to twist my head just enough to see over my shoulder. My boyfriend was sitting up on the couch, blinking, trying to process the scene in front of him: me, bent over the counter, my skirt around my waist, being ruthlessly fucked by his best friend.

I froze. I expected yelling. I expected a fight. I expected my life to be over.

But he just… stared. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape. And then, to my absolute shock, I saw his hand move. He unzipped his jeans. He pulled out his own cock, half-hard from sleep and alcohol. And he just started stroking himself. Slowly at first, then in rhythm with Miguel’s thrusts. He wasn’t angry. He was turned on. He was watching me get railed by another man, and it was making him hard.

The realization hit me like a thunderclap. This was his thing. This was what he secretly wanted. The showing off… it wasn’t just pride. It was a prelude to this.

The shock melted away, replaced by a new, even more powerful wave of lust. Seeing him there, watching us, jerking himself off, made me even wetter. I pushed back against Miguel, meeting his thrusts now, wanting him deeper.

“He’s watching,” I moaned, and Miguel laughed, a dark, triumphant sound.

He yanked my head back by my hair, forcing me to look directly at my boyfriend as he fucked me even harder, his pace becoming punishing. “Let him watch,” Miguel growled. “Let him see how a real man fucks his woman.”

I was close, so close. I could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in my belly. Miguel’s rhythm started to falter, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I felt him swell inside me, pulsing, and with a final, deep groan that seemed to come from his soul, he buried himself as deep as he could and came. I felt the hot, wet rush of his release filling me, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. My own orgasm crashed over me, a silent, screaming wave of pleasure that turned my legs to jelly.

He held himself there for a long moment, panting, before he slowly pulled out. I collapsed against the counter, spent.

And almost at the exact same time, I heard a sharp gasp from the couch. I looked over. My boyfriend’s body tensed, his back arched, and he came into his own hand, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by our heavy breathing. Miguel pulled up his shorts. My boyfriend wiped his hand on his jeans. I slowly stood up, pulling my thong back up, my skirt falling back into place.

Nobody said a word. But the look in my boyfriend’s eyes… it wasn’t shame. It was hunger. And I knew, right then and there, that this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. My sweet, submissive man had a secret. And I had just discovered the key to unlocking a whole new world of trouble. And marica, I couldn’t wait to explore it.