Upstairs neighbors

As often happens, panel-built five-story buildings have very poor sound insulation. You can hear everything—from the creaking of doors to neighbors' conversations. But sometimes these sounds are just too unambiguous.

That night, everything was especially loud. The bed was banging against the ceiling of my apartment with a dull echo, and the girl was screaming not as usual—with melodic moans—but with a strained, desperate cry, as if she were being fucked by a platoon of men nonstop for two hours straight. The knocking would suddenly slow down, then speed up so much that I thought the plaster would start falling on me any second.

The girl's name was Veronica. I often ran into her on the stairwell in the morning, leaving for work. Young, not tall, with a pleasant

appearance, light hair, bright lips, and a bit plump. But the plumpness suited her—a full chest, prominently outlined under her clothes, and a mesmerizing ass—the kind that usually causes indignation in youth, but as the years pass, you start to appreciate archaic standards of beauty. Anyway, why explain? Those who get it don't need clarification!

That night, the action lasted from one to two in the morning. A whole hour of hard fucking! Living alone, I couldn't fall asleep. My cock was engorged with blood, and my ears turned into locators. Even though my brain kept saying, "Sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow, you've heard them a hundred times already, nothing new!" But my body couldn't sleep.

In the end, sleep-deprived, I messed up an important task at work and returned in the evening with the firm intention of telling these rabbits exactly what I thought of them.

I had previously found Veronica's social media page (it was simply impossible not to), so writing wasn't a problem. Pondering how to most accurately express my opinion, I typed this: "Hi. Because of your moans, I can't sleep at night. Could you at least use a pillow? Neighbor." And then, exhausted, I went to sleep.

The next evening, coming home, I checked my messages and found—"Did you like it?"

"What nonsense," I thought instantly. "Hey, lady, what are you even talking about? I want to shut your mouth, and you're mocking me?"

"Only wild animals scream like that during mating. I've HAD ENOUGH already," I blurted out without thinking. And that same night, I heard the same screams again.

Her next response was: "Here's a recording of my moans that you might not have heard clearly yesterday. I think you'll like it. I secretly recorded it on my phone while my husband was busy. Enjoy, neighbor!"

Well, I'll be damned, was all I could muster. But I played the recording and put on headphones.

For over an hour, I couldn't open my eyes, my hand was jerking my cock on its own, and Veronica's ass flashed incessantly in my mind. Those moans weren't screams; they were animalistic passion, unbridled, hot, flowing from her feet to the crown of her head. Wait, I thought, this isn't mockery; it's an invitation. If you want revenge—you have to spank her yourself until she begs you to stop.

I went online; Veronica was online.

— Listened. Is your ass as juicy as your moans?

— Want to check? You're the downstairs neighbor, from apartment 36, right?

— Yes.

— My husband won't be home in two days. Come after ten in the evening. I'll let you listen! — she replied and logged off.

I was on edge. I hadn't been with a woman in two months. So, this easy path intrigued me greatly. What to do—I wanted her. I wanted that plump ass and those painted lips.

Approaching the door, I knocked softly. After a couple of moments, the lock clicked, and she opened the door—the lustful goddess of my nocturnal emissions—in a semi-transparent nightgown, no bra or panties, but with brightly painted lips. I was stunned. Admittedly, I was inexperienced in such casual encounters.

— Well, why are we standing? Shall we get acquainted, neighbor? — the girl said playfully.

— I'm just stunned by your curves, Veronica. It's very hard to find such a warm girl nowadays, — as I said this, my gaze slid from her lips to her scarlet nipples, then to the neat trail of darkish hair on her pubis. There were no extra folds on her stomach or sides; it was clear she exercised a bit, but such a figure was likely natural.

And then, my nerves gave way. I glanced toward the other room, mentally asking if we were alone. She nodded in agreement. I calmly locked the door behind me, took off my shoes, set my bag on the floor, and stepped toward Veronica, who silently watched me and fiddled with the hem of her nightgown with one hand, slightly exposing her right breast.

I briefly noticed how she lowered her eyes and dropped her hands—I realized she was the type who unquestioningly gets on all fours, swallows every last drop, and, most likely, easily takes it in the ass. This turned her on—being passive but not inert.

I pulled her into the room, simultaneously getting rid of my clothes. The light from the hallway was more than enough. A bit closer to the window stood a double bed, its headboard pressed tightly against the wall.

Then Veronica knelt before my crotch, pulled down my underwear, and eagerly took my overexcited cock in her hand.

— Oh yes, — she exhaled, — it's about 5–6 centimeters in diameter. — And immediately took it greedily into her mouth. It wasn't hard to understand; her husband had issues with his endowment. Hence this passion and that lustful look.

I didn't let her suck my cock for long. That's not why I came.

— Get on all fours, — I commanded. Veronica obediently got on the bed, facing away from me—and a shiver ran through me. Her anus was the embodiment of my desire—slightly elongated, barely open, darker than the surrounding skin, and completely hairless. Then Veronica turned her head and uttered the magical incantation that completely stripped me of any brakes: "With a condom and only in the ass. I'm clean."

I buried my tongue in her anus. I was like a dehydrated traveler who finally reached water—I licked it, penetrated with my tongue, rubbed, spreading her buttocks wider to open it more. My eyes were in ecstasy! Her ass emitted a light minty aroma, and it tasted of mint too—the girl knew her anal sex. I don't know if her husband licked her like I did, but for relaxation and comfort, she definitely knew what to do and how.

I couldn't take it anymore—I quickly found a condom and put it on my cock. Then I inserted two fingers into her vagina and used that lubrication to generously coat my condom and Veronica's anus. Judging by the fact that she didn't offer any other lube, I was doing everything right—we both knew that with that amount of juices from her vagina, there was no need to worry about friction. Especially since vaginal lubrication is more suitable than saliva.

I stuck my thumb into her ass, and she slightly pushed back against me. After massaging the opening a bit, I swapped my thumb for my index and middle fingers—they were just enough to prepare the anus for taking a cock. Veronica began to moan softly. Inside, it was warm. After generously lubing my cock again, I pressed the head against the entrance to her anus. Placing one foot on the bed, I pushed slightly to part the muscles, then pulled out. I noticed that Veronica had relaxed her muscles herself, so on the second attempt, I pushed a bit harder—gradually pressing until the head completely disappeared behind the ring of muscles. I stopped—the girl took a moment to adjust; it was clear my cock was tighter for her but also more desired. From her ragged breathing, I understood she was right on the edge of pain and pleasure.

Veronica fell into her rhythm of moans, but now with a pillow—it was clear she didn't want to scream, as some neighbors might know her husband wasn't home.

The harder I increased my pace, the rougher I thrust, the louder and more frenziedly she screamed. At one point, she even growled slightly when I pinned her hands behind her back and held them. "Yes," I thought, "this bitch has let go of her shame. She's ready to lie like this for hours. Who relaxed her like this?"

But even the morning release with its climax didn't allow me to enjoy this bacchanalia for long. Slowing my periodic pace, I still couldn't last more than ten to fifteen minutes. The tension was hellish! My cum was desperate to burst out.

Seizing one such moment, I abruptly pulled out of her anus, removed the condom—and Veronica had already flipped over on the bed and hung her head down so that she was right under my crotch, closing her eyes. I frantically jerked my hand, and a hot stream of cum hit the girl's face. I released several heavy spurts until the last drops stopped coming.

Veronica lay there smiling and motionless. Without thinking long, I lay on the bed beside her, placed my head on her thigh, and began stroking her breast with my hand.

This was the most animalistic anal sex. And she was the most ready bitch, who got no less, if not more, pleasure from the process than I did.

— Well, beautiful, let's go wash you up, — I said with a smile.

Veronica wiped her eyes and looked at me—gratitude streamed from them. Though, exactly the same as from mine. I helped the girl up from the bed and followed her into the bathroom.

Bending over the bathtub faucet, I noticed that Veronica's ass was still slightly open, but more than before me. This sight, as if inviting entry, could never leave me indifferent.

That evening, I drank the most delicious glass of wine in the company of the most passionate neighbor I had ever met on the stairwells of multi-story panel buildings…