I had been watching her for months. The girl next door, twenty-two, always in those tiny shorts when she watered the plants on her balcony. One afternoon I finally knocked on her door with some bullshit excuse about a package mix-up. She let me in wearing just a tank top and panties, no bra, nipples poking through the thin fabric. We talked for five minutes before I grabbed her and kissed her hard. She moaned into my mouth and shoved her hand down my pants, gripping my cock like she had been waiting for it too.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the kitchen counter, yanked her panties down, and shoved my cock straight into her wet pussy. She was tight and hot, dripping already. “Fuck me,” she gasped. I slammed into her, balls slapping her ass, one hand holding her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. She came fast, squeezing my dick, but I kept pounding until I felt my load building. I didn’t pull out. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt. She pushed back against me, milking every drop.
We moved to the couch after that. She got on her knees and sucked me clean, licking the cum and her juices off my shaft. My cock stayed hard. I pulled her up, sat down, and made her straddle me. She sank down on my dick again, cum already leaking out of her and running down my balls. I fucked up into her while she rode, tits bouncing in my face. I sucked her nipples hard, biting just enough to make her yelp. “Fill me again,” she begged. I grabbed her ass and hammered upward until I shot another load deep inside her. She stayed sitting on me, grinding, pushing the cum deeper.
Later we went to her bedroom. I laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and ate her out. My tongue pushed into her cum-filled pussy, tasting my own load mixed with her wetness. She came on my face, thighs shaking.
Then I flipped her onto all fours and mounted her again. Doggy style, deep and rough. I slapped her ass red while I fucked her. Every thrust pushed more cum out around my cock. I reached under and fingered her clit until she screamed into the pillow. When I came this time I stayed buried to the hilt, grinding, making sure every spurt stayed inside.
We fucked three more times that night. In the shower I bent her over and took her from behind again, hot water running over us. On the floor beside the bed I had her ride me reverse, watching my cock disappear into her sloppy, cum-stuffed hole. Each time I came inside her. By morning her pussy was a mess, red, swollen, and leaking my cum every time she moved. She walked me to the door with my load still dripping down her thighs.
She texted me the next day: “Come over and do it again.” I did. I always do.
