The neighbor came for sugar , and got cocks [17 min]
Neighbor’s Sweet Request, Turned Sour:
Y’all, if you ain’t heard, I got myself a new neighbor. And let me tell ya, she’s a real peach, if ya know what I mean. She’s got these mold that just don’t quit, and a smile that could melt ice. But her request, well, it’s got me scratching my head.
She came knockin’ on my door one day, all breathless and flustered. “Mr. Johnson,” she said, “I’m in a real pickle. I ran out of sugar, and I can’t make my famous apple pie without it. Would you be so kind as to lend me a cup or two?”
Now, I ain’t one to turn down a friendly neighbor, so I handed her a couple of cups from my pantry. But as she thanked me and turned to leave, she looked me up and down with a twinkle in her eye. “You know, Mr. Johnson,” she said, “I could repay you in kind. You know, a little something-something in return.”
Now, I ain’t one to back down from a challenge, so I invited her in for a drink. And let me tell ya, that sugar-craving neighbor of mine was one hell of a kisser. We got carried away, and before I knew it, we were getting down and raunchy in my bedroom.
But boy, was I in for a surprise. That sweet little neighbor of mine had a trick up her sleeve, and it involved roosters and double penetration. I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it before, and I don’t think I ever will again.
She had a couple of her friends over, and they were all dressed up in their finest feathered get-ups. They had these long, thick roosters strapped on, and they wanted to take me for a ride. I was game, so we all piled onto the bed, and they took turns working me over.
I ain’t gonna lie, it was one hell of a ride. Those roosters were bigger than I’d ever seen, and they knew how to use ’em. And double penetration? Well, let me tell ya, it was a whole new level of treat. I was screaming and hollering like a excited man, and those ladies were warm every minute of it.
But now, every time I spy that neighbor of mine, all I can think about is that driven night in my bedroom. I ain’t never gonna forget it, and I don’t know if I ever wanna.
Now, I ain’t saying this is gonna happen to you if you lend a neighbor some sugar. But if it does, well, I ain’t gonna judge. Just make sure you’re ready for a ride you’ll never forget.
Remind, this story is for older audiences only. If you ain’t 18 or aging, turn back now. This ain’t the kind of story for delicate ears.
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