I Popped My Neighbor’s Cherry

After a long time, Brock finally got the chance to visit his grandma’s house. A big wedding was happening in the family. Relatives were pouring in from far and wide, all glowing with the same joy.

It had been almost 8 years since he last saw the soil of that small town, its lanes, and his childhood memories. The last time he came here, he was only 13. Now he was 21, a grown man.

The moment he stepped off the bus, a cool breeze welcomed him. Green fields waved on both sides of the road. In the distance, he could hear church bells ringing.

A flood of childhood memories woke up inside Brock’s mind all at once. The second he reached his grandma’s house, he saw the courtyard buzzing with life. Everywhere there was laughter from relatives, kids being mischievous, and the excitement of wedding preparations. His grandma hugged him tight and showered him with love.

Brock was a well-mannered guy. He stood 5 feet 6 inches tall, had fair skin, a solid build, and a gentle nature. He had left his town to study in the city. But like every small-town story goes, once you leave, it can take years to come back.

He stayed busy with everyone all day. But one old, familiar memory kept coming back to his mind again and again.

He kept thinking about Tammy, the neighbor girl he used to talk to for hours as a kid. She was only 2 years older than him. She was 23 now. He wondered what she must look like these days.

In the evening, a smiling young woman suddenly appeared in front of him. Brock looked closely and recognized her. It was Tammy.

Tammy: “Well, well, Brock. Remembered us after all these years?”

Brock stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. They both burst out laughing. Years of distance melted away in a single moment. But Tammy was not the same girl anymore.

As soon as she hugged him, Brock felt it. Tammy’s body had changed. Her full breasts pressed into his chest. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

Tammy: “Aaah!”

Brock suddenly realized his mistake and stepped back. But Tammy said nothing. She just smiled. Then she took him inside for breakfast. They started talking about the old days, and time just flew.

Tammy was still the same simple, warm-hearted girl. Her face showed pure affection. The same old closeness shone through their conversation. Brock felt like his childhood had come back.

Tammy was still unmarried. Her face had a real charm, but her dusky skin meant no good match had ever come her way. Because of small-town values and shame, Tammy had been silently enduring her lonely nights.

Meanwhile, wedding preparations at the house were speeding up. Someone was decorating. Someone was laying out beds for the guests. Someone was busy in the kitchen. The whole house buzzed with excitement.

By nightfall, so many guests had arrived that there was zero space left to sleep at grandma’s house. Every room was packed with people. Beds were laid out all the way into the courtyard. Everyone started wondering where Brock would sleep.

Tammy: “If everyone is okay with it, Brock can stay at our place tonight.”

Grandma agreed, since Tammy’s house was only a short walk away. Brock walked with her, easy and comfortable.

Now let me tell you who I am. Ever since Brock came home, my eyes had been glued to him. And after Tammy showed up, his excitement was on a whole new level. Something was going on in Tammy’s mind too. I could see her pressing her body against Brock again and again.

You’re probably wondering who I am. The wedding happening at Brock’s grandma’s house was MY wedding. I work in their house, but Brock’s grandma raised me like her own daughter. I had liked Brock since childhood. But I could never marry him. My name is Sadie.

Okay, back to the story. Tammy’s house was small but very clean. A basil planter sat in the courtyard. The porch carried a light smell of fresh earth. Brock loved the calm vibe of the place.

And everything I’m telling you now, Tammy told me herself. We never hid anything from each other. After Brock left, she was the only support I had, the only one I could share my heart with.

After dinner, they talked about old town memories for a while. Then Tammy asked.

Tammy: “Brock, did you ever find a girl in the city?”

Brock: “Nope, Tammy! I never met a girl I wanted to get close to.”

Tammy: “Tell me what kind of girl you want, honey. I’ll go find one for you.”

Brock: “Just find me someone like you.”

Tammy: “Why someone like me? If anyone liked me, I’d be married by now.”

She went quiet with sadness. Brock moved closer, put his hand on her shoulder, and said.

Brock: “Come on, Tammy! The problem is with the eyes of the people who look at you. Men who pick a girl for her skin color never make their relationships last.”

His words calmed her down a little. They finished the tea sitting beside them. Then Tammy made a separate bed for him. Within minutes, silence covered the whole house.

Around midnight, Brock’s eyes suddenly opened. Cool air was coming in from outside. Moonlight spread a soft glow across the room. Deep silence everywhere.

His eyes went to Tammy. In the moonlight, her dusky but gorgeous face looked calm and sensual. The rise and fall of her chest told the story of her thirsty youth. This was pure forbidden desire, and it was pulling him in. What was starting here was the hottest neighbor affair this little town had ever seen.

Brock sat beside her for a while, just looking at her full, ripe body. Then he slowly placed his hand on her breast.

His breathing got heavy. He could feel her breath. He kept staring at her breasts. Slowly, he started squeezing them. Tammy’s breathing got faster too. Sometimes he squeezed one breast. Sometimes he caressed the other.

He moved a little closer. With one hand he kept squeezing her breast. With the other, he slid inside her pajama pants and started stroking her thighs.

Tammy had told me later that she was already awake by then. But Brock’s touch felt so good to her.

He kept stroking her thighs softly. A light heat was building in Tammy too. Brock started moving his hand upward over her thighs. Tammy’s breath started catching. He was moving up very slowly. And finally, he touched her pussy.

Tammy: “Aaaah!”

Her moan made him freeze in fear. But Tammy didn’t open her eyes. And Brock didn’t move his hand. After a pause of a few moments, Brock started stroking her pussy over her pajamas.

Tammy kept her breathing under control and enjoyed every second. Brock was having fun playing with her breasts and her pussy. Then he untied her pajama drawstring and placed one finger on her pussy hole.

He started rubbing her pussy with that finger. No man had ever touched Tammy. Her pussy was so tight that even a finger could barely go in. Brock slowly slid his finger inside her pussy. From the pain, Tammy gripped the pillow hard and held herself back.

Brock was moving his finger inside her pussy, slowly pushing it in and out. Tammy’s legs started squirming a little. But she still kept her eyes closed.

Brock thought Tammy was in deep sleep. He pulled her pajama pants down and tossed them aside. Tammy understood. Tonight, her years of thirst were finally going to be quenched.

Brock climbed onto the bed and spread Tammy’s legs. Tammy showed no resistance at all. Brock started stroking her pussy again. Her pussy was getting wet. Her juices were starting to flow.

Soft moans started coming from Tammy’s mouth.

Tammy: “Aaaah… hmmm… aah…”

Brock understood. Tammy was awake.

The second he realized the truth, Brock wasted no time. He put his mouth right on her pussy. A sharp gasp slipped out of Tammy’s mouth. Brock was pushing his tongue deep inside her pussy. Tammy’s legs were squirming, but she still wouldn’t open her eyes.

Brock lifted her waist with his hands and started truly licking up the juices flowing from her pussy. Tammy was squeezing her own breasts now. Her hips were jerking against Brock’s face. A little while passed. Brock was licking her pussy fast when suddenly a stream of warm liquid hit him.

Tammy’s pussy had released its flood. Shaking hard, she grabbed Brock’s face with her hands and rubbed it against her pussy. Brock enjoyed every drop, drinking the juices flowing from her.

Then Tammy calmed down and sat up. Brock and Tammy just looked at each other. Both were completely silent. Tammy couldn’t lift her face from shame.

Brock moved a little closer and lifted her chin. Very slowly, he brought his face near Tammy’s lips. Tammy showed no resistance. Brock leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Brock was kissing Tammy’s lips, but Tammy sat still like a statue. Brock moved his hands back to her breasts. This time he squeezed them a little harder. The pain hit Tammy more, so she put her own hands on her breasts, pressing down on Brock’s hands. Tammy parted her lips slightly. Brock slipped his tongue, still wet with her pussy juices, into her mouth.

Tammy started responding. They kissed each other. Tammy sucked his tongue. Sometimes she made him suck hers.

Tammy moved her hand forward and placed it on Brock’s cock. Brock took his own hand down and wrapped her hand around his cock. Tammy started squeezing it and kissed Brock with wild passion.

Tammy was naked from below. Brock pulled off her tunic and unhooked her bra. Now Tammy was fully naked. Brock pushed her back and stood up in front of her, just looking at her.

Tammy sat there naked, shy. Brock stripped off his own clothes. Tammy came forward, sat on her knees, and started sucking Brock’s cock. Brock’s cock was 7 inches, huge for Tammy. As she sucked, she was judging its length and hardness. Because in a few minutes, she was going to take this snake inside her pussy. Then Tammy stood up and sat back on the bed.

Tammy’s shyness was gone now. She signaled Brock to come closer and lay back, spreading her legs for him.

Brock came forward. He lifted his waist and placed his cock on her hole. Then he lay over her, looking into her eyes.

Brock gave one thrust. His cock went inside a little. Tammy moaned and grabbed him tight. Brock kissed her lips, then gave one hard thrust. Half his cock sank inside. Tears came to Tammy’s eyes. She dug her nails into Brock’s back and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Brock gave another thrust, and his whole cock went inside. A loud scream tore out of Tammy.

Tammy: “Aaaah!”

Brock quickly covered her mouth with his hand and started thrusting his cock.

This was Tammy’s virgin first time. And she was giving it to her childhood best friend. Her eyes had tears of joy. Tammy wrapped her arms around his neck and started sucking his lips. This was taboo erotica at its wildest, and it was all real.

Brock was fucking Tammy with full speed. Tammy was driving him wild with her voice.

Tammy: “Aaaah! Ohhh, Brock, harder, aaaah! So good, aaaah, quench my thirst, ohhhh, hmmm, aaaah! Fuck me harder, aaaah, Brock, aaah!”

After half an hour of fucking, Tammy was about to cum. Brock was about to cum too. Tammy grabbed him tight and started pushing her pussy onto his cock. Brock understood she was about to cum, so he lifted her into his lap.

Brock sat with Tammy in his lap. Tammy started bouncing on his cock. Both were at full speed when, with 4 or 5 hard thrusts, they both came. Tammy came twice. She went limp and collapsed on top of him.

Tammy and Brock slept naked on each other till morning. When morning came, he woke her first. Tammy opened her eyes and looked at Brock. His body was glowing in the sunlight. Looking at his shining body, Tammy smiled. She kissed his cock and took it in her mouth, sucking it. For a guy, maybe the most beautiful good morning in life is exactly that.

Brock woke up squirming. Seeing Tammy riding his cock gave him a rush. And early in the morning, they went for another round of fucking.

The next day was my wedding. Tammy told me that while I was taking my wedding vows around the fire, she was in some room with Brock, celebrating her own wedding night.

Tammy told me this whole story just a few days ago. When I heard it, my own pussy started dripping. This is one of those adult sex stories you never forget.

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