I’d lived next to Emily for six months before I finally got my cock in her. She was the classic girl next door—twenty-two, always in those little sundresses that barely covered her ass, with big innocent eyes and a body that made my dick twitch every time she bent over to grab her mail. Tight waist, full tits that strained against her tops, and a round ass I wanted to slap until it was red. I’d jerk off thinking about her almost every night, imagining how tight her pussy would feel.
One Friday evening she knocked on my door, wearing a tank top with no bra and cutoff shorts that rode up her thighs. “Hey, my power’s out. Can I borrow your charger?” she asked, voice soft but her nipples already poking through the thin fabric.
I let her in. She didn’t leave for two hours.
The moment the door closed she looked me straight in the eye and said, “I’ve seen you watching me. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
I didn’t waste time. I grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and yanked those shorts down. No panties. Her bare pussy was already glistening. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning.
She was dripping wet, hot and tight, and she moaned like a slut who’d been waiting for this.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled, pumping my fingers in and out while she bent over my kitchen counter. She pushed back against my hand, greedy for it.
I dropped my pants and slapped my hard cock against her ass. “You want this dick, neighbor girl?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Put it in me.”
I lined up and slammed into her in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the counter as I started pounding her. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, wet sounds filling the room every time I bottomed out. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, feeling her walls flutter.
“Harder,” she begged. “Use me.”
I pulled her hair and drove into her faster, balls slapping against her. Her tits bounced under the tank top until I yanked it up and squeezed them, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. She came first, legs shaking, pussy clenching around my cock so tight I almost lost it.
I didn’t pull out. I kept fucking her through it, then spun her around, lifted her onto the counter, and spread her legs wide. I buried my face between her thighs and licked her swollen clit, tasting how sweet she was while she ground against my tongue. She came again on my face, thighs squeezing my head.
When I stood up she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth like she’d been starving for it. She sucked deep, gagging when I hit the back of her throat, spit running down her chin. I fucked her face, holding her hair, until I was ready to explode.
I pulled out, bent her over the couch, and slammed back into her pussy from behind. This time I went slower at first, making her feel every inch, then built up until I was railing her so hard the couch scraped across the floor. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks for me, moaning, “Fuck my tight little hole. Fill me up.”
I came deep inside her, pumping thick loads while she milked every drop. We didn’t stop there.
She stayed the night. I fucked her in the shower, water running down her back while I took her standing up, one leg hooked over my arm. Later she rode me on the bed, grinding her clit against me until she squirted all over my stomach. Every time she came she got louder, dirtier, telling me how long she’d wanted my cock and how she’d fingered herself thinking about me.
By morning she was sore and leaking my cum, but smiling like she’d won something. She grabbed her shorts off the floor and said, “Same time tomorrow?”
I watched her walk back to her place, ass swaying, my handprints still red on her skin. The girl next door wasn’t so innocent after all. She just needed the right neighbor to ruin her.
