Me and my neighbor

That was in 1998. I went to another city for business, and because it required long-term operation, I rented a
two-bedroom . My neighbors were a young couple with a little girl. The man was the local criminal police captain, and the woman was
a doctor at the local hospital. The man was very imposing and handsome, 184 cm tall, and the woman was 176 cm tall, quite beautiful. The little
girl was four years old. Actually, I didn't have any particular feelings for them at the time, nor did I dare to. I had heard from others that their parents held
dangerous positions in the local municipal government. Their wedding was grand and luxurious, causing a sensation in the area. I was actually
quite envious of them. I ran into them a few times in the hallway; the man wouldn't speak to me, and the woman would just
smile and nod. Half a year passed like this. Then something happened that changed things.

One evening, when I was getting my keys and opening the door, suddenly the neighbor's door burst open from the inside, and
the man rushed out, almost bumping into me. He swore and gave me a sidelong glance before hurrying away
. The door was open, and through the crack, I saw the woman sitting on the living room sofa, her face frosty. I didn't
hear the child's voice. Hesitantly, I opened my bedroom door, then closed it and looked through the peephole at the opposite door. The woman
remained seated on the sofa, silent. I held my breath and watched intently. After a long time, the woman stood up
and closed the door, and everything seemed to freeze again. I stopped watching. It seemed as if everything had returned to calm.

That night, I heard a knocking sound. At first, it was soft, as if she was hesitant.
I had already undressed and gone to bed; it must have been midnight. Later, the knocking grew louder. I
got up , and went to the door, looking through the peephole. Because of the motion-sensor light, I could clearly see that it was
the woman from across the hall knocking. My heart suddenly tightened. My thoughts were a bit jumbled, and I didn't
open . Her face looked distorted through the peephole, and I suddenly didn't know whether I should open the door or not.

She knocked a few more times, seemingly impatient, and turned to leave. I immediately opened the door, and she turned around; our
eyes met. Her face was slightly flushed, and she smelled faintly of alcohol. She was wearing a pink bathrobe draped over her shoulders.

She seemed a little embarrassed and said to me, "I'm so sorry to bother you so late." I quickly said
it was alright .

She looked at me and said, "I was watching TV, and suddenly the picture went out. It's not a power outage, could you help me take a look?"

I said, "Sure. I'll come over and take a look." Actually, I knew nothing about electrical appliances.

It was my first time in her house, and I could only describe it as luxurious. I noticed an empty
wine bottle and a glass on her coffee table. I pretended to look behind the TV, fiddling around haphazardly. After
several attempts, it still wouldn't turn on. I thought I was really embarrassed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. At that moment, she pressed herself against my
back, looking at the TV. Suddenly, I looked down and saw the TV power cord lying on the floor. I seemed to suddenly understand
something .

I plugged it in, and the TV worked again. She seemed very grateful and invited me to sit for a while.

Of course, I wouldn't leave right away. She sat close to me on the sofa, and my heart was pounding. Seeing
I was sweating a lot, she said, "Go wash your face." I used a pink towel to wipe my face;
it had , which I figured she must have used.

I went back to the living room and sat down next to her, deliberately standing very close. She didn't seem to notice. We
sat chatting, and I asked her about what had happened that day. She suddenly became very sad. It turned out the policeman had many women outside the marriage,
which she knew, and she had argued with him about it. But because of their special status, she was too
embarrassed
to make a scene. She had tried to persuade him several times, but he wouldn't admit it. He even said she was being paranoid. He had even hit her, kicked her. At this point, she became a little emotional and lifted her robe to show me her injury. I think my blood pressure must have been very high at that moment;
I remember my head spinning. Her injury was on her inner thigh, right next to a sensitive area. It was a
large bruise. Her legs were very white and long. The smoothness of her skin is something I still remember vividly. As if to let me see
the marks , she spread her legs a little and pointed, saying, "Look how ruthless she is." I was actually looking at that
area; she was wearing black fishnet lace panties, which barely covered her private parts. Her dark pubic hair
was faintly visible . She noticed where I was looking and suddenly pulled her robe over herself, looking at me. My face
turned bright red, and I didn't dare look at her. We remained silent for a few seconds. I thought she was going to kick me out. But she
didn't. She continued chatting with me; it turned out her daughter was at her grandmother's house. I grew bolder and said many
comforting things. I pretended to stretch and put my arm around her shoulder, but she didn't seem to notice. I ran my fingers along
her bare shoulder; it was smooth, but she still didn't react. She asked, "Are you cold?" and touched
my shoulder. Only then did I realize I was only wearing panties. I always sleep like this;
I hadn't really noticed. And my penis was erect, pushing against the panties. Her black hair was all outside. But she didn't
seem to notice. I could only say I wasn't cold. She said, "It's chilly at night, I'll find you a coat to wear." I
agreed.

She went into the inner room and searched for a while, then said to me, "Why don't you come in and choose one yourself?" I thought there might be a chance. After
entering the room I saw her with her back to me, picking out clothes from the wardrobe. I stood behind her, close to her, smelling
the fragrance from her hair. My penis sprang up and touched her buttocks. She was startled, and I knew I couldn't
avoid it. I could feel her seducing me, so I suddenly hugged her from behind. I used one hand to lift her robe and pull down her
panties. She resisted, struggling but not shouting. She almost moaned, "No, no, don't do this,
please." I knew I had made the right choice; she was begging me to fuck her! I almost tore her panties apart, pulling
them down to her knees and pushing my penis inside. I suddenly stopped. I saw a tampon between her legs.

She took advantage of my momentary daze and broke free from me. She pulled up her panties and said, "I'm on my period, no, I can't do it." I
plopped down on the bed without saying a word. She glanced at me and turned to go to the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't closed. I
didn't know what to do. I asked myself, "What should I do? What should I do?" Just then, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom;
I didn't know what she was doing. Suddenly, I made up my mind to "do it"—regardless of whether she was on her period or not, I was going to fuck her today!

I practically rushed into the bathroom. She was washing her genitals with her legs raised, having already taken off her robe and thrown it on
the floor. She stopped when she saw me approach. I went over, picked her up, and carried her to the room. She struggled slightly, her face flushed.
With her pink lips
babbling incoherently, she said, "I'm not on my period today, I'm just kidding." I said, "I don't care if you're on your period or not, I'm going to fuck you today!" I threw her onto a small bed in a room. I rolled over and
pinned her down. She said, "No, no, this is my daughter's bed, I don't want to do it here." I had no choice but to carry her to their bed.
As I spread her legs to try and penetrate her, she said, "Let's cover ourselves with
the blanket , and my penis was already engorged. She grasped my penis and "squeak," it entered her vagina. She
let out a soft "oh." I no longer cared about being gentle and started fucking her harder and harder. She made
moaning sounds like crying. My hands gripped her breasts tightly. Our vaginal fluids increased, and
the contact between my penis and her vagina made "slap, slap" sounds. After about 200 thrusts, I flipped her over so her
ass was facing me. I thrust into her from behind, my penis erect. Her vagina was completely unobstructed, and she moved in perfect sync with my
rhythm. Her head swayed on the pillow, and she moaned softly. I held her buttocks with both hands, watching
my penis go in and out of her vagina. I asked, "Is it good?" She said dazedly, "Fuck me, don't ask me~~~~~~ I'm
about to be fucked to death." Oh~ Oh, I asked, "Who's stronger, me or your husband?" She said, "You're stronger~~~
It feels better ~~~ He hasn't fucked me in almost two years~~~ Fuck me to death~~~ Hurry.

" I said, "Call me Daddy, say 'Please, Daddy,' fuck me now!" She said, "Daddy, fuck your daughter now~~~
Your daughter's little pussy is for you to fuck~~~~." I never imagined this stunner would be under my crotch. I
suddenly pulled my penis out, and she immediately felt the emptiness in her vagina. Thinking I was going to fuck her front again, she tried to roll over. I
held her buttocks with one hand and, with the other, thrust my penis hard into her anus. Only
a third of the way in, she screamed, "Don't do it there! It hurts too much! Please! Pull it out!" I asked
her, "Has your husband never done this before?" She blushed and said no. I was overjoyed. Perfect, I'll explore this virgin
territory .

I ignored her and continued thrusting in and out. Her cries turned into moans, and she kept
saying: "Fuck me to death! Fuck me! Big cock! Hurry!" I thrust even harder. Her head
swayed like a maddened female beast. I suddenly felt my glans was about to ejaculate, so I quickly
pulled , turned her over, and she obediently opened her mouth and took my penis in, giving me oral sex. I saw her
beautiful, almost blindingly beautiful face, sucking my penis, humming softly through her nose. I felt incredibly good.

But I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth; I wanted to ejaculate inside her vagina. I thrust into her vagina again, and her
vaginal walls bulged, I knew she was about to come too, so I sped up and fucked her hard! Finally, my whole body
convulsed several times, and I ejaculated profusely.

She gripped my back tightly... Ahhhhh, she screamed and ejaculated.

We did it a few more times afterward, and she gave me a key to her house. She said her husband rarely came home and
asked me to keep an eye on the house for her. Later, I regretted it a little, since her husband was a policeman. She noticed and told me
not to worry, her connections were even stronger. Another time, when we were doing it, I forgot to lock the door and her sister came in.

Seeing our situation, she stood there stunned for a long time, then turned and left. She chased after her without even putting on her clothes, blocking the
doorway and begging her sister not to let anyone know. Her sister didn't speak, and neither did I. They
talked for a long time in the living room. I don't know what they were saying, but then the older sister pushed her younger sister in and winked at me.
I understood. The older sister took off her younger sister's pants, and I said I'd do it. I had her hold onto the edge of the bed with both hands, and I
pulled her panties down to her ankles from behind, spread her legs, and raped her from behind. Her skills were better than her
sister's , but she wasn't as pretty. I maintained this relationship with them for almost six months before leaving
that city. I don't know what happened to them afterward; I miss them a little now.

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