Crush Next Door Claims Her Ass

Hana stood at her bedroom window in nothing but a thin white tank top and black cotton panties, the summer heat making the fabric cling to her sweat-damp skin. Across the narrow strip of lawn and the chain-link fence, Rafael’s window sat open just like hers. The tattooed personal trainer was twenty-eight, all thick muscle and inked sleeves of black dragons and thorns that disappeared under the waistband of his low-slung gray sweatpants. For weeks she had watched him. He had watched her right back.

She was twenty-two, fresh out of community college, still living in the cheap duplex her aunt had left her. Every evening after he finished training clients he would strip off his shirt, drop onto the edge of his bed, and wrap that big fist around his cock while staring straight at her. Hana would shove two fingers into her soaked cunt and rub her clit in frantic circles, never looking away. Last night she had gone further. She had turned around, pulled her panties down, and spread her cheeks so he could see the tight pink pucker of her virgin asshole while she fucked herself with three fingers. He had come so hard the ropes hit his own abs.

Tonight she texted him the only thing that mattered. Come over. Drinks. Now.

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Hana opened it barefoot, nipples already hard under the tank. Rafael filled the doorway, six-three of cocky smirk and that heavy cock outlined against the thin sweatpants. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and backed her against the wall of the narrow entryway.

“Been waiting months to hear you say that,” he said, voice low and rough. His hands slid under her tank, thumbs brushing the undersides of her bare tits. “You know what I’ve been jerking off to every night, Hana? That little tight ass you keep flashing me. Tell me you want it.”

She swallowed, already wet enough that her panties stuck to her pussy lips. “I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted it since the first time I watched you stroke that fat cock across the fence. But especially…” She reached down and cupped him through the fabric, fingers tracing the thick ridge. “I want this in my ass. I’ve never let anyone near it. I want you to stretch it and wreck it.”

Rafael’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her wrist and hauled her into the living room, then spun her around and shoved her bent over the arm of the worn leather couch. The tank rode up. He yanked her panties down to her knees in one hard tug. Cool air hit her exposed cunt and the cleft of her ass.

“Look at this pretty fucking hole,” he muttered. Both hands spread her cheeks wide. “So pink. So closed up. You’ve been teasing me with it for weeks.”

Hana braced her forearms on the cushions, ass pushed out, heart hammering. “Eat it. Please. I’ve dreamed about your tongue there.”

He dropped to his knees behind her like he owned the floor. No soft teasing. His mouth fastened onto her pussy first, thick tongue driving straight into her hole, licking up every drop of the slick that had already coated her inner thighs. He sucked her clit hard enough to make her cry out, then dragged his tongue higher, over the smooth skin of her perineum, and straight onto her asshole.

The first wet press made her jolt. Rafael growled against her and went harder. He licked in filthy, aggressive circles, flattening his tongue and rubbing it over the tight ring again and again until it fluttered. Then he pointed the tip and pushed. The muscle resisted for half a second before his tongue speared inside her virgin ass.

“Fuck—yes—oh my god—” Hana’s voice cracked. She shoved back onto his face, grinding her hole against his mouth. “Deeper. Eat my ass like you mean it. I’ve been aching for this.”

He ate her like a man starving. Loud, wet sounds filled the room—slurping, growling, the smack of his lips as he fucked his tongue in and out of her clenching asshole. One hand kept her cheeks spread; the other reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in tight, fast circles. Every time his tongue plunged deeper she moaned louder, filthy words spilling out of her without filter.

“I’ve fingered this hole so many times thinking about you,” she gasped, forehead pressed to the leather. “Three nights ago I got two fingers in while I watched you jack off. I imagined it was your cock splitting me open. I came so hard I almost blacked out. I want the real thing. I want you to ruin me.”

Rafael pulled back just long enough to spit directly onto her asshole and smear it in with his thumb. The blunt pad pressed and circled until the tip of his thumb sank inside. Hana’s legs shook.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.” He worked the thumb deeper, twisting, while his tongue went back to her cunt, licking her out in long, greedy strokes. “This virgin ass is mine tonight. I’m gonna stretch it around my cock until you can’t walk straight. You ready to beg for it properly?”

She was past ready. The dual assault—tongue in her pussy, thumb slowly fucking her ass—had her dripping down her own thighs. When he finally stood she twisted around, dropped straight to her knees on the hardwood, and clawed his sweatpants down.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already shiny with precum. Veins ran along the shaft. It looked even bigger up close, easily eight inches and fat enough that her fingers barely met when she wrapped both hands around it. Hana didn’t tease. She opened wide and took him to the back of her throat in one greedy slide, eyes watering as she gagged and kept going. Spit flooded her mouth and spilled down her chin. She bobbed fast and messy, slobbering all over him, coating every inch until his cock glistened and her lips were shiny with it.

“Fucking look at you,” Rafael groaned, fists in her hair. “Choking yourself on it already. Tell me what you want.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cockhead. Her voice came out raw and desperate. “I want you to claim my virgin ass tonight. Right now. Stretch it with this thick cock until it takes every inch. Wreck it. Make it yours. I’ve waited months—I’ve fingered myself open for you night after night—please just shove it in and fuck me like the cocky bastard you are.”

He hauled her up by the hair, spun her back over the couch arm, and kicked her feet wider. The head of his spit-slick cock dragged up and down her crack, nudging her soaked cunt lips, then higher, pressing firmly against the spit-shiny pucker of her asshole. Hana pushed back immediately, trying to force the tip inside, but he held her hips and kept just the fat head kissing that tight ring, teasing, not yet giving her what she begged for.

“Feel that?” he rasped, grinding against her entrance. “That’s the cock that’s about to own this little hole. Once I sink in, I’m not stopping until it’s raw and open and dripping my cum. You still sure?”