My Neighbor Pierced My Ass

Hello, I’m Deli. We live near Etimesgut in Ankara. I live with my family. I have a nice but ordinary life. It’s been three years since I graduated from high school, and I’ve never taken the university entrance exam, never studied, and never returned home. My aunt has an art class, and I work there. It’s not what you call work, but that’s how I look. That’s how I spend my days. Speaking of myself, I’m 21 years old, brunette, with shoulder-length hair, not particularly tall, but a beautiful young woman known around town for being sweet and charming. Regarding my personal and sexual life, I’ve had three boyfriends so far. I’ve slept with all three of them, but I’m a virgin, and I’ve only ever had sex with all three of them. But the one who left the biggest impression on me was the third boyfriend, İbrahim.

İbrahim added me through mutual friends on social media. We met a few months later and started dating. He was such a friendly and kind man that he came to pick me up, and we dated for about 10 months. Even though he was 29 and a widow, his every word and gesture captivated me, I fell in love with him. But after about 10 months, things went south between us. When the conversation between us became irritating because of another woman, we stopped talking and drifted apart. December. Those five months without seeing each other were difficult for me; I still had my mind on me. I couldn’t warm up to or touch anyone but him. Many handsome and friendly men would invite me on dates, but I didn’t care. I had no way to get Ibrahim off my mind; I was constantly hearing from him, whether online or on a video camera.

One day, just when I’d lost hope that he’d come back, I received a message from Ibrahim. He told me how I was doing, that he’d been asking about me for months. I was shocked, but I felt immense joy and excitement. With accusations and injections, he’d made me hold my nose for two months. Ibrahim couldn’t leave me. Finally, I couldn’t bear it and started dating again. I had sex with him a few times. I was completely at ease, lost in the pleasure of someone I loved…

Our apartment across the street from where we live has been vacant since summer. One morning, on my way to work, I saw everything moving. I didn’t know who the movers were or how they were doing. When I spoke to my doorman, I learned that the movers were a family with two children and from Izmir. At the entrance to the building, a very clean-cut, handsome man in his thirties was smoking a cigarette while I was coming down the stairs and writing a message, Jeanty. I noticed he was smoking; he was emitting a very sexy smoke. I greeted him with a smile, walked past him, and went to work.

When I got home in the evening, my mother would be cooking in the kitchen: “Come on, honey, take these dishes to the other side. They’ve just moved in, and they’re out of food.” She said. I picked up the tray and rang the doorbell. I was nervous, not knowing who she was or what she was. A sloppy woman, not ugly but with a face covered, opened the door and smiled. I handed her the tray: “Welcome, good luck…” I said, something like that. She thanked me. While we were talking at the door, this man who had been smoking a cigarette came in. It was her husband. He said to me: “Hello!” He came in. He said to her, “You can give me the plates later.”…” After saying that, I left. In the following days, our family closeness grew; we went back and forth for tea together in the evenings. We later learned they had been married for six years and had two children, both boys. The woman’s name was Seda, and the man’s name was Mehmet. In the following days, Seda SİS and my mother’s closeness also grew. Because she had begun to treat my mother like a sister, she felt comfortable talking about everything.

One day, I returned from work and went into the bathroom. When I came out, I heard his sister crying and saying something to my mother. She’d tell me there was a problem between her and Mehmet, that she was tired of sex, that her husband wanted kisses every day, that when she started her period, he wanted her from behind, and when she didn’t, there was chaos in the house. Aralık. I was surprised, but I expected this from him. He was a charismatic man, a very good man, whether in his voice or his looks. Seda and her sister had married on a date, so it wasn’t a love match. They argued from time to time, sometimes even fought…

Over time, I noticed Mehmet’s attitude toward me had changed. Between two words, he’d congratulate me so no one could see or hear him: “You’re so stylish, Black woman, where are you going? Aralık. The men around you are so lucky!” I like that too, and I’d deliberately opened up to him, leaned forward as if I didn’t know, and showed him my breasts, driving him crazy. One evening, he’d message me on social media. Even though he’d been connected to my social media for a long time, I was surprised; we hadn’t texted. He asked me, “Why aren’t you asleep yet? Is it the heat?” He’d text me something like this, trying to steer the conversation to sex. But I didn’t understand. These conversations continued like this for a while, but somehow he couldn’t get what he wanted.

One day, I was taking an exam at 8:00 a.m., and it was a long way away, somewhere towards the exam center in Gölbaşı. My mother said, “Let your brother Mehmet drop you off.” He wanted to. Let Mehmet take this opportunity, of course, he readily agreed. We got in his car and drove off. He was quiet, and so was I. We both slept until 6:00 a.m. They said men get excited in the morning, but I didn’t believe it, and his penis actually got erect. I pretended to sleep in the front seat, staring at his cock. Mehmet was also slyly stretching my legs out. I opened my legs slightly. I noticed Mehmet was wiping away the cold sweat. I was so hot, my pussy so wet. I did everything I could to convince him I was asleep. It didn’t take long for him to put his hand on my foot. I opened my eyes, slapped him, and said, “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? And you’re married, you shame on you!” I shouted.

He said, “Let those legs go now, bitch. You’re always on fire, baby. You don’t think I understand. You’re a hottie, don’t deny it, you’ve been driving me crazy for months!” Breakwater. “Stop the car, I want to get down!” I said. He stopped next to the car and captured my lips. Oh my God, what a kiss! He swelled them up. He unbuttoned my shirt as if he were taking it off. The way he swelled my breasts, as if I’d never seen a breast before, was driving me crazy. I allowed myself to relax, only to choke out, “Don’t do that!” I told him. But he didn’t care. He sucked on my breasts for about ten minutes, slipping his hand under my skirt, inside my panties, caressing my pussy, and gently inserting his finger. I moaned with pleasure. The exam and everything else escaped us. In the morning, he drove to the curb and we made love. Luckily, the windows were covered with black film, and nothing could see them coming or going…

I told him I was leaving myself to him no matter what. Mehmet knew his job; he kissed me, caressed me, and pinched me like crazy. I was going crazy with pleasure. (Even writing this now, I’m still excited!). He asked me if I was a virgin. “I said I was.” He was surprised. “What, you’ve never kissed me before?” he asked. “Kiss kiss kiss, and also her ass!” I fucked her so I could fuck her in the ass!” He smiled, pleased. “Okay, now it’s my turn to kiss your gorgeous ass!” He untangled her, put his cock in my mouth, and kissed and fucked my mouth for a while. He was amazing; he had a huge, veiny cock. I can feel it when I suck his cock (this slut is so lucky!) I told him…

Then he laid me down comfortably in the car seat, pulled my panties down to my knees, and laid me on my side. He came up behind me, took his cock in his hand, poured water from my pussy to my anus, and started thrusting his cock into my anus. When he was halfway in, he began to moan hoarsely to himself. Kissing him lightly and gently, he said, “I haven’t fucked an ass this tight in years, baby!” he spoke. Then suddenly, it penetrated him, and his massive cock took root, and that was it. I thought I was dead. The beast began kissing my ass so hard, it was like he was going crazy: “It hurts, slow down!” He didn’t stop, even though I told him to. I nearly cried with passion, but there was nothing I could do; I wanted this, I had to endure it. He also caressed my pussy while pumping my ass. I was incredibly excited. Kiss by kiss, as he thrust into my ass like a madman, he moaned, “I’m going to eat your stupid ass, be my wife, fuck you all the time, my hot baby, Ohhh baby!” as he fucked my ass…

After a while, I was having orgasms like a maniac because he was kissing and playing with my ass. He was also very horny because the juices from my pussy had seeped into his hand, and suddenly, he hummed and sprayed his sperm onto my ass. We were breathless for a while. When we came back to our senses, we immediately packed up our things. We didn’t say a word. He lit a cigarette and got behind the wheel. Meanwhile, my exam was up, so of course, we couldn’t make it, so we turned back and set up camp in Ankara again…

Mehmet and I continued our secret handshakes and kisses on the other days. Last month, he was driving me crazy because he wanted to kiss my ass again, but I wouldn’t let him. He’s about to go crazy. Of course, I’ll still do it, but I want to go a little wilder. I didn’t think I’d get over it, but it’s happening. Which is nice 🙂