I’d been watching her all summer. Her name was Ela, 21, home from university, with long tanned legs, a tiny waist, and that perfect round ass she showed off in cutoff shorts while lounging by her parents’ pool next door. I’m 35, divorced, living alone, and every time she waved at me over the fence with that innocent smile, my cock throbbed knowing she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
One blazing August evening her parents went out for dinner, leaving her alone. Around 10 p.m. she knocked on my back door wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a thong, saying she was bored and asking if I had any cold drinks. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric, eyes already hungry. I let her in, handed her a beer, and we sat on the couch talking, the tension building fast.
She bit her lip, admitted she’d been watching me too, touching herself thinking about what I’d do to her. That was it. I pulled her onto my lap, kissed her hard, tongue deep in her mouth while my hands slid under the t-shirt to grab her firm ass. She moaned, grinding her wet thong against my bulge. I ripped the shirt off—she wasn’t wearing a bra, perfect perky tits with hard pink nipples begging to be sucked. I took one in my mouth, biting gently while pinching the other, making her gasp my name.
I carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, yanked the thong off, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was shaved smooth, pink and dripping. I buried my face between her thighs, licking her clit hard and fast, shoving my tongue deep inside her tight hole while two fingers pumped her. She gripped my hair, hips bucking, coming hard in minutes, squirting all over my face as her thighs shook.
I stood, dropped my shorts, and my thick cock sprang free—veiny, rock-hard, head already leaking. She stared wide-eyed, wrapping her small hand around it, stroking slow before taking me deep into her warm mouth. She sucked eagerly, gagging when I pushed into her throat, drool running down her chin onto her tits.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and rubbed my fat head along her soaking slit. She begged, “Please fuck me,” and I slammed inside her tight pussy in one deep thrust. She cried out, walls gripping me like a vice as I stretched her wide. I pounded her hard from behind, balls slapping against her clit, one hand pulling her hair, the other spanking her ass red while she pushed back, moaning like a slut.
I fucked her in every position—missionary with her legs over my shoulders, her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, then doggy again until she came a second time, squirting down my shaft. Finally I pulled out, flipped her over, and straddled her chest, jerking my cock fast over her pretty face. I exploded—thick hot ropes of cum shooting across her tongue, lips, cheeks, and tits while she opened wide, swallowing what landed in her mouth, licking her lips for more.
We lay there panting, her body glistening with sweat and my cum. She smiled, said it was even better than her fantasies. Her parents came home an hour later—she snuck back next door with shaky legs and my cum still drying on her skin. All summer we found excuses: quick hard fucks in my garage, late nights in her pool house when her parents slept, me using her tight pussy and mouth whenever I wanted. Even now when she’s back at school, she sends me videos of herself fingering her pussy, begging for my cock again. Best neighbor’s daughter I could ask for.