My neighbor broke my ass

My neighbor broke my ass. That month my husband was working the night shift, so I was alone in bed, holding back, as it had become a habit after nine years of marriage.

It was past midnight when I got up to close the living room window, since it had started raining.

I was doing the same with the kitchen window when, through the sound of water and thunder, I seemed to perceive some moans. I tried to listen better and yes, they were indeed moans of pleasure, coming from Pablo's apartment above mine.

He wasn't a good neighbor at all, since we moved into this house, we had several altercations due to his habit of playing loud music late at night.

But now it wasn't villera cumbia that was being heard, but the passionate moans of a woman who seemed to be having a very good time. I went back to the living room, poured myself a shot of whisky to set the mood and returned to the kitchen, where you can hear better.

I opened the window all the way and, despite the rain, sat down on the edge, ready to enjoy those sounds as if they were my own.

At some point, I left the glass aside and slid two fingers under my camisole. I wasn't wearing underwear, so I started rubbing myself, feeling that distinct heat that is less rewarding when it's solitary.

I couldn't deny that I envied that woman who, just a few meters away, was enjoying something I couldn't have. That's when I realized I was masturbating with my neighbor.

Suddenly the moans stopped and, above the storm noises, you could hear the woman screaming.

-You said not to!- it seems he says.

-I don't want it, it hurts- she reaffirms.

The murmuring barely audible from Pablo again.

-Because you're not going to leave me alone- he yells at her.

There's noise of blows and insults. something that breaks, a door that opens and closes and the high heels of the woman on the stairs.

I ran to the living room window with my phone in hand to call the police about anything, since you never know with that guy. I arrived just in time to see her pass through the hallway, almost running, under a shower curtain. Pablo follows her from behind, wearing only a slip, trying to convince her still. But there's no use, she doesn't give in.

How from the window nothing could be seen anymore, I opened the door just a little, with so much luck that Pablo was already turning back, and he saw me right there, spying like an old gossip.

He looked quite annoyed, with a stern and aggressive gesture, which wasn't surprising considering they had left him with his cum in his underwear.

We had had some arguments in the past, so I prepared myself to get screwed by getting involved in something that didn't concern me. But noticing he was looking at the package, he changed dramatically.

-Do you like it?-he asks, holding onto the package with one hand.

I want to slam the door shut, but I can't, something's stopping me.

-Is your husband home?-he asks.

I nod my head that no.

-And your kids?

-Sleeping-I respond in a whisper.

I feel fear and excitement, with the latter being the dominant emotion.

-Let me pass and I'll let you enjoy it-he proposes, lowering his slip to show me a hard and erect cock that twists to one side.

I don't say yes, but neither do I say no, so he decides for me, and comes like a storm, pouring water all over the landing.

From where I'm standing, I can smell the scent of his masculinity, a strong cock smell filtering through each of my nasal passages. I know it's crazy, but the lust can overcome reason and I can't deny what I feel. I don't know how to say it, but he can probably guess it.

He closes the door and pushes me against the wall. With one tug, he tears off the lace camisole, exposing my breasts. I'm hot, and the fact that it's Pablo, my upstairs neighbor, who is with me at this moment, makes me even hotter.

He wants to kiss me on the mouth, but I prevent him by turning my face away, so he barely manages to suckle my cheek.

From there, he goes down to my breasts and sucks them for a while, inserting one hand between my legs.

I'm not wearing underwear, so his fingers find their way freely to finger me from the inside, and what excites me most isn't how he puts his fingers in me, but that it's him who does it.

He takes his fingers out of me and makes me suck them. He also sucks them himself, assuring that the honey of my pussy is more than delicious.

Then he can't hold back anymore and falls down in front of me, giving me a tremendous blow job.

I managed to hold back the spasms as well as I could until... until I ended up on his lips, gifting him with the fresh dew of my intimacy, the honey of my pussy, just as he himself used to say.

He gets up with his whole face soaked in my flow, comes over and looks at me straight in the eyes, his gaze injected with lust, and then stares at me. It felt like... I don't know, Pablo is the last man on Earth who would have imagined I'd be having sex with, but there he was, putting it in me, filling every corner with that slightly twisted flesh that enters me like a tube.

When I have it all inside, he leaves it there, pulsating, dripping with my own fluids, looking at me with a face that says Finally, I have you, and then starts moving slowly, pausing occasionally, making me feel each piece, from the tip to the root, making me sigh like a chick in his apartment, but I realize I'm in my house, my kids are sleeping in the next room, what if they hear us? What if they catch us having sex? What would I say? What would be my defense? Was Mom too hot?

I bite my lips to prevent myself from bursting into shouts and exclamations, ready to enjoy that wild ride of sensations in silence. crucified against the wall. After a while he takes it out and taking my hand leads me to the kitchen, helps me take off my camisón over my head and makes me lean over the table, when I'm already in position he slaps hard on my Booty, one and then the other and attacks me furiously. He puts it back in, this time from behind, and holding me tight around the waist gives me a grip that leaves you talking nonsense for a week. -You turned out to be quite a slut, neighbor- he says without stopping to screw me -Look at how I used to be like the exemplary wife- his thrusts shake me mercilessly, causing me to hit my stomach against the edge of the table -It's so nice...!- concludes and leaving all his piece inside me, drags me with him to a chair, sits down in it and makes me sit on top of him, with his cock well inserted into my pussy. -Move, momma, give it to me now, screw me back- he asks squeezing my arms with hatred. And I got it... now I'm the one moving up and down, my hands on his knees, watching in a first-class close-up how his cock disappears again inside my wet interior. -Yes... that's it, slut... you're so good at riding... yes... make your husband's dolobu horns bigger...!- It was too overwhelming to see that cock twisting towards one side flow between my legs, burying itself up to the testicles in me, filling me with delights and pleasures I thought were forbidden with a man like him. It cost me to accept it, but yes, Pablo made me enjoy myself more than my own husband ever did or will. And it was that enjoyment that blinded me completely, preventing me from realizing what was about to happen. We didn't use protection, so when I came to my senses it was too late, the cum was flowing inside me. I jumped up, feeling like the rest of my neighbor's semen fell in heavy drops all over the kitchen floor. -Uffff... you really screwed me good, momma... You left smoking... haha! The guacho was laughing while ventilating the cock with one hand.

The only thing I managed to do was run to the bathroom and give myself a good rinse in the bidet, trying to expel everything that that damn guy had ejaculated inside me.

Then I took a shower and wrapped myself in a towel before returning to the kitchen, but he wasn't there anymore. I thought I had gotten rid of his presence, but the sound of the TV in the living room made me understand it wasn't so. I'm going towards it and see him sitting on the sofa, balls up, with an erection that seemed determined not to go down.

It's better if you leave I say to him with tears in my eyes, I don't know if it's from shame, guilt or pleasure

For me the night has just begun, momma he replies in a burly tone, jiggling his cock from side to side.

I've already had you, what more do you want? I complain.

Well, for starters, a good blow job wouldn't be bad he suggests.

If you think I'm going to suck it, you're crazy I deny.

Then I'll stay here until your kids wake up and your husband comes back he threatens.

You can't be such a son of a slut I reprimand him.

I am, momma he says as if he's proud of it

Don't call me that I ask.

I was already getting fed up with the momma thing.

How do you want to call me then? Slut, slut, whore?

It seemed like he had decided to humiliate me.

With Lorena is enough...

Why not then? I'm waiting here he insists, his hands intertwined under his head, and his cock more erect than at first.

I'll suck it and leave, you have to promise me that

One little taste of those lips, momma..., Lorena, and I won't see your hair again

Before anything else, I go to the kids' room to make sure they're still sleeping. I close the door with a key, to avoid any possible surprise and return with Pablo to the living room. When he's near me, he rips off my towel in one tug and parades around my body with lecherous eyes.

How good you look Lore, see how well I got you, but if it were up to me... During all night-

You told me you were going to suck it and leave- I remember.

Yes, come on, give me a chance to try that mouth- he gets excited.

He is sitting on the sofa with his legs open, so I get up onto the floor, putting myself right away to fulfill my part of the deal.

As I'm sucking it, he's playing with one hand, trying to make it end quickly and finish this ordeal, although... I don't know when I started showing enthusiasm for being in such a situation.

Suddenly, I had pulled back my hand and was only using my mouth to slide around his cock. Although it may be repulsive, I have to admit that Pablo has a very good cock, hard, black, venous, succulent, I should try not to show it too much as I enjoyed having it in my mouth.

I didn't even say no when he pressed the cock against his stomach and offered me his balls to suck.

-Stay like this, don't move- he said at a certain moment, taking the caramel out of my mouth suddenly.

I had gotten down on my knees, practically on all fours, to enjoy that whole banquet better, but it seemed he had a better idea.

So I stayed there, while he got up and stood behind me, then I knew what he was going to do.

-Do you... are you going to... break my ass?-

I remembered what the woman who ran out of the house had said: -Not through the ass!-

And even though I had never done it that way before, my thinking was one and only, strong and clear:

-Yes, through the ass!-

The first thing I felt was a spurt and then his fingers spreading saliva and part of my flow towards the inside of my anal orifice.

-Wow, it seems like this night is going to deflower a lovely bum- he laughs after discovering that he had never used it before.

-Will it hurt?- I ask with a slight tremble in my voice

-Jaja, that's the best part of all, that it hurts- he replies mockingly.

As soon as he put it in me, I shuddered all over, one thing is conventional sex and another is very different when seeking an alternative. collector as he had called it. -Do you like it through the collector, Lore?- I can still hear his perfidious and mournful tone. If I never did it from behind, I wasn't at all reluctant for him to be the first. It was still repulsive and unpleasant to me, but the blow that had hit me in the kitchen made it possible for him to go even further. I had already given myself up as if I had never given myself to anyone else, not even to my own self, a little more wouldn't make any difference. When he finally manages to get something in besides my head, I choke back a cry of pain, but don't ask him to stop, so he keeps pushing forward, now violating the last virgin bastion of my body. The middle part of his cock well lodged inside me says that I'm no longer virginal. He leaves it there for a moment, letting the hole get used to what's coming, and starts moving, from back to front, putting in with each push another piece of flesh. The pain increases, an acutely painful, unbearable pain, I bite the sofa cushion trying to channel that torment in some way that seems never-ending. A sweet and delicious torment. Because it hurts yes, but it's a pleasant pain, enjoyable, that doesn't make me feel absolutely miserable, on the contrary, it's enjoyed, it's savored, it's the first time my ass is broken, but I know it won't be the last. He keeps advancing, always forward, firm and inexorable, until it seems to stop at a barrier that prevents him from continuing in the breach. He retires, spits on the hole now already quite open, and keeps pushing, pushes, pushes and pushes until you hear (or imagine?) a CRACK and the rest of his cock finally finds its way to glory. I have it stuck all the way up to my hair, and in there I feel it even harder and gorged than before. Already with all his cock inside me, he starts moving, very slow at first, adapting to my measurements, and although I had already broken my ass, each push made my eyes well up with tears, not I know what else there would be to break, but every time he put it in all the way it seemed like something was breaking inside of me. -Ahhh... Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhhh!- I shuddered between thrusts, letting him drill into my butt until his cock reached as far as it could. He didn't stay slow for long, since he stood up on his knees, his hands firm on my waist, and attacked me with all his might, pounding me again and again with a demolishing force. That part of me was numb already, the repeated and incessant thrusts that I received one after another were making sparks fly out of my ass, crushing my sphincter, blow after blow. I wasn't screaming anymore, nor crying, the worst moment had passed (had it passed?) now I only groaned and twisted under his influence. I got wet two or three more times, something that had never happened to me before, feeling him right next to orgasm, panting each time with greater emphasis, until in the middle of a final thrust he left me well-fucked and finished inside among exalted and profuse exclamations. I had received Pablo's cum ahead of time and now I was receiving it also from behind. In the midst of pleasant shudders we collapsed onto the floor, still connected, enjoying those last moments of pleasure together. -Now if you please, get out- I say to him when he finally pulls out of my butt, without even looking at him, although I could sense some smugness on his face, the typical look of a guy who knows he caught you like no one else does. I stay lying on the floor, all I can hear when he leaves is the sound of the door closing. I want to get up, but my legs fail me, they don't support me, so I have to crawl almost to the bathroom, passing by the boys' room first to make sure they're still sleeping, thank God they didn't find out anything. Fill the bathtub with hot water, aromatic salts, and give myself a bath of almost an hour's immersion. When I get out it's almost six in the morning, I have to go to work in two hours. Anyway, I'll get into my bed, ready to sleep, even if it's just for a few minutes. I'm with my body at its worst, my joints ache and I didn't know what had gotten into them. Everything hurts, but what hurts me the most is my ass, so I lie on my side, trying not to put pressure on that area where I was abused so much. When I wake up two hours later, it still hurts a lot, like it's pounding inside me, I still can't sit down and I have a burning sensation when I walk. I'm afraid I may have torn my anus, which is very likely after the brutality with which Booty treated me. Despite how much I hurt, I get up, get dressed and go out to the street before the kids wake up. Although there are two or three pharmacies around the corner from my house, I'll go to one where they don't know me. I buy the morning-after pill and a soothing cream for sensitive areas. I also stop by the bakery, buy some pastries and head back home to have breakfast with my kids. After breakfast and while they're playing, I lock myself in my room, take the dreaded pill and apply the cream generously around my entire anal orifice. Then I call work to report sick. 'Medical leave due to butt tear'. And now what? I wonder afterwards. How will this go on from now on? What will Pablo do after he's had his way with me? What will I do after being had by him like never before anyone else, not even my husband who gave me two children, made everything he did to me in just one night?