Free Story – The Sizzling Sounds of Sex

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Through the thin wall that separated our apartments came the moans, groans, and screams of a lusty bitch in heat.

Before I even saw Anita, who lived in the apartment next door, I probably knew more about her than anybody else did.

The apartment building that Anita and I lived in had recently been renovated, and the new walls were made from such thin sheetrock that they might as well have been drapes. Since we shared common bedroom and living room walls, I knew almost immediately that my new neighbor was a young, single woman.

I’ve never been in the habit of listening in on other people’s business, but in my building, eavesdropping was unavoidable. Very quickly, I learned a lot about my neighbor.

Her stereo blasted from the first night she moved in. The TV set in her bedroom usually came on just before midnight. Her preference was for old movies. Since her bedroom was next to mine and I liked to watch TV before going to sleep, I soon found it most sensible to tune in to whatever channel she had on to avoid clashing soundtracks. Many nights, as I sat up in bed watching TV with my back up against the wall, I couldn’t help wondering if she was also in bed, her shoulders perhaps inches from mine, thinking of me just as I was thinking of her.

Anita had her phone in her bedroom, and it rang often. Her conversations revealed a great deal about her. Her words came through so clearly that before I saw her for the first time, I knew about her job, her family, and her interests. And little by little, I learned about her sex life.

Though Anita had no steady boyfriend, she was very sexually active. Many nights, she either never came home or returned so late that I was already fast asleep. I picked up the details of most of her dates while she was talking on the phone with her best friend, Cynthia.

When I ran into Anita in the hallway for the first time, she turned out to be much the same as her voice had painted her in my imagination: fair-haired, 30 years old at the most, with a girlish face and deep, sexy green eyes, her body deeply tanned and voluptuous.

About a month after Anita moved in, I woke up at about 2 a.m. to the sounds of music blaring in her apartment and her loud laughter. I was starting to doze off again when I heard a long, loud, breathy moan. Anita! Seconds later, another groan, even louder than the first. Before long, Anita’s screams were so loud that she might just as well have been in bed with me, for all the good the wall did to muffle her sounds.

My eyes were wide open now as I heard the steady thump-thump of her bed. From time to time, I thought I could even hear the slaps of bare flesh against bare flesh. And continually, Anita gasped, groaned, squealed, and screamed in ever-rising passion. She was getting fucked just a few feet away from me. And my cock was rock hard.

Before this, I’d never paid much attention to the sounds of sex. But now I was intrigued by them. Her loudest cries seemed to come with the loudest creaks of the bed. I imagined she must have had a huge cock plunging into her pussy! And when she came, there was no mistaking it. She sounded like she was roaring down the first hill of a roller coaster. What a cock-hungry slut she was!

Anita talked almost nonstop during sex. Much of her talk was unintelligible, buried among her moans, groans, and screams. But now and then she’d blurt something out that would make my cock throb! “Oh, baby, you feel so good. Fuck me deep, baby. I need your cock; it’s so great. I’ve never been spread so wide before. Yeah!”

I had my pulsating cock in my sweaty hand as her bed continued to creak, and her moans rose again to a fever pitch. I started to pull my cock to match what I imagined were the strokes of her lover’s cock into her pussy. In short order, I could feel my balls tighten with the load of cum they needed to release. The sounds from the other room grew louder. Above it all, I heard Anita screaming to her lover, “Cum inside me, cum in me. Oh god, I feel it, I feel you coming!”

My cock throbbed wildly, and I orgasmed in a half-dozen spurts of cum, some of it splashing onto my hairy chest. Next door, the bed creaked lightly, and then all was quiet. But before I could doze off, they returned to action, whipping them into a frenzy of desire that didn’t peak until close to dawn. And I was right with them every stroke of the way!

In the days that followed, I found it impossible not to think about Anita. Even when I overheard her talking on the phone, her voice seemed charged with sexual desire. As my impatience for a repeat performance grew, I began to hear her voice even when I was in bed with my girlfriend, Cheryl. Once, amid a bout of fucking, I heard Anita’s voice talking to Cynthia, and I surged to a thunderous orgasm immediately.

About a month after the first incident, Anita returned home with another dude. Earlier in the day, I’d overheard Anita telling Cynthia that she’d been dying to get this guy’s dick in her for months. Hearing Anita talk that way had also gotten me excited. I unashamedly stationed myself in bed and waited. It seemed like forever before I heard a stirring in her bedroom.

Anita soon began to moan, but her bed was quiet. When her encouragements grew more explicit, I realized that she was having her pussy eaten. I gently stroked my cock and let her cries paint a picture: she was lying on the bed, her hair in sexy disarray, her legs spread wide, her hands on the guy’s head urging him deeper into her pussy.

From the sudden change in her sounds, I knew that the dude had stopped eating her and had slipped his cock into her cunt. How wet it must have been after being slurped on! I began jerking my cock more forcefully now, stopping many times when I was on the brink of orgasm to make my pleasure last as long as the fucking lovers in the other apartment. Each time my hand returned to my cock, I imagined Anita in a different position—beneath him, on top of him, doggie-style.

Anita and her boyfriend kept their fucking for close to half an hour, and then the three of us exploded into orgasmic orbits. I tried to keep myself quiet so that I could enjoy their sounds and not be heard, but a few grunts did escape my lips. But my neighbors were probably too engrossed in their pleasure to notice.

When I saw Anita the next day, my cock started to swell the moment I heard her voice. I asked her out on a date, but she declined, claiming she already had another date. When we parted, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I set up my voice recorder in the bedroom.

At about 11:30 p.m., Anita arrived home with her boyfriend of the evening. Either she was extra horny that night, or her lover was a man of super sexual skills, because the fury of her moans surpassed all I had heard from her before. The bed creaked steadily for 40 minutes, her screams never subsided, and her urgent sex talk grew ever more desperate.

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me like that! Fuck me harder! Give it to me all the way!”

This time, I came well before her lover did. I waited until their bedroom was quiet, then listened to my recorder from start to finish through my headphones. The mic had caught every last one of Anita’s sex whimpers.

The next night, when Anita and I were alone in our apartments, I set up a stereo speaker against her bedroom wall and connected the tape recorder to it. The moment I began playing my recording of her last sexual romp, I heard her TV volume go down. Her wails filled our bedrooms. As I sat on my bed just a few feet away from her, I thought of Anita as naked as I was, listening to her raspy cries of pleasure.

“Oh, honey, you do it so well. You know what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”

I let the recording play through once, then rewound it and waited for half an hour before playing it again. This time, I added some live sound effects as I stroked my rigid cock. I could feel Anita’s presence. It felt like we were fucking right through the wall! My cum exploded like a geyser just as I heard the now-familiar sounds that told me that Anita was climaxing too.

As I expected, Anita was a good deal friendlier the next time our paths crossed. She asked if she could have a rain check on my earlier invitation. I suggested dinner the next night, and she agreed.

At dinner, she wore tight jeans and a sexy top that showed off her bronzed shoulders. I had trouble keeping my eyes from the deep valley between her tits. As we sat across from each other at the restaurant, her voice was even more arousing face to face than over the phone. Neither Anita nor I played games about having shared our previous round of voyeur sex. It was more like we were long-time lovers rather than two people out on a first date together. I’d planned to take her to my apartment, but we ended up in hers, and I got to enter her bedroom bodily for the first time.

I had to laugh when I saw her bed. It was set against the wall just as I had imagined it!

Anita’s clothes were off in a flash. Her flesh was as soft as a baby’s ass. When we began to touch, her first sighs sent my cock into instant erection. Quickly stripping off my clothes, I let my hand caress her moist pussy. A few moments later, my hard cock was inside her sopping wet pussy, the bed was creaking, and her blissful cries were echoing in my ears.

“C’mon, baby, let’s do it for real. Oh, that’s so good. Do it, baby! Fuck me, like you want to! Do it!”

Anita twisted me into about a dozen positions, and her cries told me she was orgasming almost continually as her words became a steady torrent of delicious obscenities. Her screams seemed to make the walls reverberate, and her long, painted nails clawed at my flesh. I drilled my cock into her like I had fucked her many, many times before.

My screams counterpointed hers when I came, flooding her squishy pussy with a massive wad of jism. Even after I’d shot my load, Anita’s moans didn’t stop. Hearing her made my cock grow hard again inside her. As she “talked” me to a second orgasm, I couldn’t help wondering if, at that very moment, there weren’t other people in the building listening to us.

My adventure with Anita had a bittersweet ending. After we’d gotten together a few more times, I was beginning to get serious about her. But then she started coming home less and less. The sex sounds from her bedroom ceased almost entirely. Finally, she invited me in for a drink one night and told me she’d soon be moving in with a boyfriend.

Yet my experience with Anita taught me to enjoy the sounds of sex. I’m aware of every sigh and groan, every whine and whimper of pleasure. I’ve learned that lovemaking involves all the parts of the body, including the ears.