My First Anal: Breaking Innocence with My 18-Year-Old Neighbor
That morning in my cluttered apartment bathroom, everything shifted. I’d called Claire, my skinny 18-year-old neighbor, for a frantic clean-up before my lunch date. Heart racing from days of pent-up lust, I watched her burst in, barely dressed in tight long johns and a cropped tee. No panties. Her insistence on ’18 years old’ hung in the air like a dare. We scrubbed the living room, sweat soaking us. Her tiny ass flexed as she bent over. My cock twitched in my joggers.
She chugged water, then demanded a shower. Door wide open. She stripped fast, lithe body gleaming. Straight brown bob framing her face. Small, perky tits. Bushy pubes lighter than her hair. She teased the showerhead over her skin—thighs, breasts, inner legs. Eyes avoiding mine, but knowing I watched. Pulse hammering in my ears. Three years without a woman’s touch. No turning back. I stepped in. Took the showerhead. Water jet hit her clit. She soaped her nipples, pinching them long. Legs parted under my hands. First contact. Electric.
The Approach
She spotted my raging bulge. ‘You too,’ she grinned. Naked now, I pressed behind her. Cock nestling between her firm cheeks. She ground back, slow, milking me with her ass. My hands roamed—tweaking nipples, aiming the jet right at her pussy lips. Spread them wide. Water rushed in. Finger slipped into her tight virgin cunt—still untouched by cock. She tensed. ‘Virgin vaginally,’ she confessed. ‘But ass? Experienced. Want you to take it. First for you too?’ Heart thundered. Unknown territory. Her fingers lubed her hole. We laughed as water gushed out. Clit caresses steady. She fingered her ass deeper. Moans built. Then she shattered—thighs clamping, scream raw.
The Instant
Not done. She sucked her juices off my fingers. ‘My turn to please you.’ On the coffee table, towel down, legs splayed. Guided my spit-slick cock to her gape. Watched it stretch—pink ring yielding to my girth. Buried deep. Her clit fingers flew. I thrust slow, then hammered. Tighter than any pussy. Full grip everywhere. She bucked, fingers hitting my pubis. Contractions gripped me. Her anal orgasm hit—wild scream, legs quaking. I held still, embedded. Pulled out to see her wrecked hole. Then she foot-fucked my cock over her dripping slit. I erupted—ropes on her tits, belly, chin.
Afterglow hit hard. She licked cum off her skin, eyes soft, loving. ‘First anal orgasm for me.’ I showered quick, body humming. New man. Innocence gone—hers close too. Doorbell rang. Grocery lady. Rushed out dripping. Life cracked open. No more hibernation. Horizons wide, cock spent but alive. That clumsy, sweaty rush? Pure awakening.
