Problemas con el Vecino
All events and characters are entirely fictional.*
All characters are eighteen years of age or older.*
Craig Yuthers was crouched over the dirt surrounding the paved walkway to his front door. Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed the vibrant sunset. He needed to hurry if he was going to finish clearing the weeds from the tiny flower garden in front of his house. He made to sure to keep powder blue tulips there at all times, replacing any that struggled to thrive. His wife, Cindy, had always loved them. The rest of the planting space was filled with yellow daisies, since they complimented the tulips so well. Everything was so tranquil, for the moment. Craig dove back in to his work with ever greater urgency.
Grasping the last of the invasive growths at soil level, Craig chiseled at the earth around it with a trowel. Loosening a circle, he thrust the blade deep into the ground and started to pry up. A sudden rumbling distracted him. It became louder by the second. He quickly identified it as a car stereo, blasting out thunderous bass through open windows, he presumed. Turning his head to the side, Craig watched a sporty red coupe speed up the street toward him. It had an air scoop and a spoiler. "Here comes trouble!" Craig thought to himself, recognizing the car.
Turning abruptly into the driveway next door, the driver hit the brakes hard and put the car into park. The booming music stopped as the driver's door swung open. A slightly chubby girl in jean shorts and a snug mini t-shirt climbed out of the car. Her her waist-length brown hair trailed behind her. It was Ellie, the neighbor's daughter. She had left for college around ten months before. Craig had hoped, against all odds, that she would stay there until she graduated, if she graduated at all. Apparently, she was back for the summer. He reminded himself that plenty of time had gone by, so maybe, just maybe, she had grown up a little. Maybe she and her friends were done causing problems around the neighborhood.
Suspiciously, Craig's icy blue eyes followed the girl as she made her way to the door. She certainly wasn't dressing any differently. Ellie's top was short, leaving her soft midsection exposed. The "legs" of her shorts barely covered the bottom of her ass. Craig could see the entire denim garment shift up and down with her butt cheeks. He noted how smooth her thighs were. Her skin looked taught, yet supple. Still holding her keys, Ellie reached out and unlocked the front door of her parents' house. Before Craig knew it, she was gone and the door was shut. He felt uneasy.
Finishing up his day's work, Craig returned his yard waste can to the back yard and walked into the side yard. Entering the garage, he tossed his gloves on the shelving unit by the door and hung the hand trowel up on the pegboard. Once inside, Craig poured himself a glass of cool water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. Refreshed, he headed upstairs to the bedroom and got a change of clothes together for after his shower.
Stripping off his old, faded yard work t-shirt, Craig looked in the mirror. His hair was getting close to half gray, most of which had turned that way over the past few years. His chest and arms maintained solid muscle definition. At his age, he was glad to look the way he did. He was in the best shape of his life. The yard work helped keep him active, and the past few years had unexpectedly given him more free time than he wanted, or knew how to fill. It wasn't that long ago that Craig regularly made plans, went out more on the weekend, and had grander plans for his time. But, things had changed.
Craig reached in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, before removing them. He turned on the wireless speaker that he kept on a shelf over the toilet. Returning to his phone, Craig swiped through a list of music collections, settling on one that included many of his favorite rock songs from his early twenties. Adjusting the volume, he found the sweet spot that would be loud enough to hear over the water, but not loud enough to bother the neighbors. Turning on the shower, Craig stepped in and tried to relax after a long day pushing himself to accomplish his lawn care goals. Clean and at ease, Craig jogged down to bask in the fruits of the day's labor.
Craig looked out the entryway window into his front yard. The sun had already set, leaving only a purple glow from over the horizon. He loved summer. He could maintain the yard. He like to keep it impeccable - deep green grass, well-trimmed lawn, no weeds, leaves raked and removed. Admiring his handiwork, Craig was proud of what he had accomplished that day. He was ready to go to bed, but not eager. He missed the days when his wife would find him and ask if he was staying up to finish his household projects or if he'd be getting ready with her. The last six years had been difficult for him, to say the least.
Scanning his yard, everything was in order. Moving to the living room, Craig checked the side of his property. A movement caught his eye. A shadow wandered back and forth over a span of a few feet of grass. It seemed to dance around his tall maple tree, waving its arms up and down. The image was comical, but Craig was not amused. He wondered who was intruding on his property and what they were doing there.
He hastily jogged to the laundry room and opened a cabinet. Pulling down a flashlight, Craig clicked the button and directed the circle of light around the linoleum floor. Satisfied with its condition, he turned off the flashlight and opened the door to the adjoining garage. Quietly making his way through the garage, he stealthily opened the door to the side yard and peaked his head around the doorframe. He still couldn't see any detail of the uninvited guest. Running up before the mystery person could break their concentration, Craig tackled them. He had the intruder pinned to the ground.
"Hey!" A feminine voice angrily snapped.
Craig pointed the flashlight at his captive and clicked on the light.
"Ellie," he flatly noted. "I can't say I'm surprised."
Ellie squinted her brown eyes into the bright light.
"What are you doing, you perv?"
"What am I doing?" he asked in return. "What are you doing, skulking about on my property?"
"Skulking?" she sassed. "You make it sound like I was casing the place!"
"Well, I didn't invite you."
Craig risked lowering his guard, shining the flashlight's beam up at his prized tree. Flat white strands wrapped the branches. The brat had covered his tree in toilet paper. He should've known.
"Oh, you like that? It's pretty isn't it?" She laughed.
Craig had always considered himself lucky for living next door to her for so long without any issues. Ellie, and her idiot friends, had caused plenty of trouble with the rest of the neighborhood over the years. Craig thought he might be safe, when Ellie went off to college. Not only was she gone for a while, but he had hoped maybe she would grow up a little in the meantime. Unfortunately, she wasn't any more mature than before.
"I can't believe it!" He was shocked. "You're still doing this kind of shit!"
"Hah!" She scoffed.
"I'm calling your father," he announced, as he reached into his pocket for his cell phone.
"You can if you want." Ellie sounded confident as could be. "My parents are out of town. My dad won't even care by the time they get back, anyway."
He was dumbfounded, "So, you don't care what I do?"
"There's nothing you can do. I'll be just fine!"
Ellie had been away for almost a year, but she hadn't changed much.
"Alright!" Craig was desperate and his voice was firm. "You're coming with me!"
"What?!" She was incredulous. "I don't think so, old man!"
"Old man? I'm not too old to handle your punk ass!" he barked. "You've got no idea what you've gotten yourself into!"
Ellie tried to stand. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the ground again.
"You're crazy, creep!" She shrieked.
"Crazy? You're the one who though you could just wander into my yard and vandalize my property."
He tugged Ellie to her feet and dragged her by the arm, to the house. She flailed and pulled back, but Craig was determined to put an end to this nonsense. He dragged her to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Craig lowered his center of gravity. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither was Ellie, try as she might. Her struggling weakened, as she began to tire. Sensing Ellie's exhaustion, Craig pulled her toward him. Her resistance was feeble. He held her in front of him.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" she screeched.
Craig didn't let go.
"Stop it!"
"I'll stop once you've been punished for what you did."
"What are you going to do? Put me on time out here?"
"No."
"Then, what?"
"I'm going to spank you."
"Spank me?" Ellie laughed, "Seriously? I'm an adult."
"I know. That's what's so frustrating. There's no excuse for what you did."
He pulled her, causing Ellie to stumble forward. Her knees collided with his. Unable to stop her momentum, Ellie lost balance and fell over Craig's lap. Her jean shorts pulled tight over her pillowy rear. He lowered one arm over her shoulders, pinning her upper body against his knees. Ellie's curly, flowing hair was caught, pulling her head back slightly. As she struggled, the hem of Ellie's shirt inched its way up, exposing plenty of her pudgy midsection. Craig drew the other arm back, preparing to swat Ellie's rear with an open palm.
"I can't believe you're doing this!" she lamented.
"Neither can I," he admitted. "But I have to do something to punish you for vandalizing my yard, and I don't know what else to do."
Craig gently slapped his palm against Ellie's round butt. She squirmed. His hand connected again, and she wriggled. He was careful not to strike her too hard, and avoided the tight skin of her thighs. Craig kept her subdued.
"What the fuck?!"
"Serves you right!"
He spanked her harder, lower on the rear. Unbeknownst to him, Craig's fingertips pressed Ellie's shorts against her pussy lips. She squirmed at the arousing contact. Thinking that he had found a tender spot, Craig deliberately aimed for it again. Ellie let out a restrained grunt. Craig smiled, falsely believing his efforts were paying off.
"It's like you came back from college just to trash my tree. Unbelievable!"
"I didn't come back for you, asshole!"
His hand made contact again, and Ellie let out another low moan. Her breathing was heavy. Craig followed up with two more swats from low, putting significantly more force behind them. He was surprised by how sexy the whole ordeal was getting. He had never thought of Ellie as anything other than a silly, spoiled brat. But, he could feel the heat emanating from her ass. He recalled how long it had been since he last could touch Cindy's backside. Vividly bringing the memory back, he imagined giving her a playful swat while plowing into her from behind. He missed his beautiful wife. It wasn't fair that she was gone, just as it wasn't fair that his neighbor's grown daughter was still toilet-papering other peoples' homes.
"Please," she quietly moaned.
"You want me to stop?"
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Are you ready to leave my property alone?"
"Yes," she agreed.
"You'd better not lie to me."
"I'm not!" Ellie pleaded. "I won't do it again! I swear!"
"I wish I could believe that." Craig was reluctant to be too lenient. "But I'm going to have to make sure of it!"
Without another word, he brought his hands around the girl's waist and started to unbutton her snug jean shorts. She squirmed in his lap, trying to resist, but her efforts only made it easier for Craig to pull her bottoms to her knees. A crimson thong nestled between her large butt cheeks, leaving them fully exposed to his swats. He rubbed her bare flesh, enjoying the warmth, then gave her a hard smack.
"Ow!" Ellie wailed. "No!"
"If you keep screaming like that, someone is going to call the police. Then I'll report you for vandalism."
"Fine!" she snapped.
She kept quiet, save for a few low grunts. He swatted her a dozen more times, alternating cheeks. Craig enjoyed how the supple flesh shook beneath his hand. As his neighbor wiggled in his lap, Craig caught a glimpse of Ellie's moist pussy lips on each side of her thong. The fabric between them was dark with wetness. Blood rushed to his cock, as it pressed into her soft belly.
"Stop!" she squeaked.
"Stop what?"
"Spanking me!"
"I can see how much you want me to 'stop' spanking you," he teased. "Your panties are soaked."
"What?" She was shocked.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
He smacked her rear a few more times. Ellie writhed, rubbing her pussy against his thigh.
"Tell you what," Craig offered.
"Yes? What?"
"I'll stop slapping your ass, and start fingering your pussy!"
Craig pulled down Ellie's thong and leaned down for a look. Her mound was mostly shaved. It appeared silky smooth, except for a narrow strip of perfectly groomed pubic hair. He caressed the wet, warm lips of her cunt, running a finger between them and toying with her clit. Ellie moaned, and tried to move his hand away. Instead, she accidentally pressed it closer to her pussy. Her juices gathered on his fingertips.
"Please, don't," she whispered.
"You've got to learn your lesson somehow."
Craig pulled the girl's arms up and behind her, grabbing both wrists in one hand. With the other, he stroked her clit. Her breath became short and choppy, and she bit her lower lip. He slid a finger inside of her. Her hips gyrated, pressing against him.
"Fuck," she muttered.
He pumped his digit into her, curling it as he withdrew, stroking the sensitive lining. Ellie gasped. He pushed in a second, and she moaned. Craig worked her tight cunt, while continuing to stroke her clit with his thumb. She quivered and her body tensed, clenching around his fingers. There was no doubt in his mind that she was enjoying his touch. Likewise, he enjoyed being engulfed in the steamy canal of this feisty young woman. Her muscles responded to him, squeezing his finger with every thrust. It was as though her pussy was trying to keep him inside her.
"Fuck!" Ellie yelled.
She let out a strained cry, and her cunt convulsed, contracting and releasing in waves. Craig kept his fingers in place, until the pulsations subsided. She wasn't about to get off that easily, he was determined to make this experience last. It had been far too long since Craig had last enjoyed this type of personal contact with a woman. He needed this.
"That's a good start," he told her, withdrawing his fingers.
"A good start?"
"You're just getting started."
"No, please!" Ellie pleaded.
"Why not?" he taunted her. "You obviously like it."
"I don't."
"Well, that's not what I see."
He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking the sticky lips of her pussy. Juices were running down the insides of her legs. Ellie's body was betraying her. The rough handling had warmed Ellie up, and her neighbor's skillful fingering had pushed her over the edge. She craved an orgasm. The sly older man knew it, too. He was going to make her work for it, though. Craig would surreptitiously monitor Ellie's every comment and action. If she thought she was getting close to coming, he intended to back off and make her wait. Craig wanted her frustrated. He wanted her to beg him to make her come.
"Please," she murmured.
"I think you've earned this," Craig said, sliding a pair of fingers back into her cunt.
Her juices had cooled on his hand, but she was still hot and moist inside. Craig thought back, remembering how he'd pull out of Cindy's hot pussy, giving her time to miss him. When he'd plunge back inside, it drove her completely wild. He hoped this girl would respond the same way.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, when he was knuckle-deep again.
"That's right," he coaxed. "Give in to the pleasure. Tell me how much you love it!"
"Yes!"
He pulled his fingers out of her dripping hole, and ran them up and down her slit. He toyed with her, barely grazing the hood of her clit, until she was panting. Craig was rock hard, and he needed release. He was going to make his neighbor's daughter pay for the trouble she had caused him. He was going to fuck her, and make sure it lasted.
Craig lifted her up, and guided her onto the couch beside him. He was glad that Ellie wasn't protesting too much. He wasn't sure if he would've been able to take her if she was. He wasn't sure how he could justify to himself going from catching her toilet-papering his tree to forcibly bringing her to orgasm. It was already far beyond his moral threshold, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't help but want her, especially after he'd gotten her so aroused. The smell of her pussy hung in the air, and it made his head spin. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to know if she tasted as delicious as she smelled.
He pushed her forward, bending her over the arm of the couch. He grabbed a handful of her ass, kneading it. She didn't try to resist. Craig's cock strained against his jeans. He popped the metal button loose from the slit and tugged the zipper down by it's bronze tab. A metallic buzz filled the air. Ellie heard it. Her eyes shot wide open.
"What was that?" she wondered aloud.
"I'm just getting comfortable," he lied. "Don't worry."
"Okay," she sounded unconvinced.
"You'll like this," he assured her.
Craig pulled his jeans and boxers down around his thighs. He held on to his thick, rigid member and guided the tip along Ellie's delicate pussy lips. It was indistinguishable from a thumb tip, to Ellie. The plentiful drippings allowed it to glide along effortlessly. She had no idea that her angry neighbor was getting ready to take her. There was nothing she could do to stop the older man from filling her smoldering cunt with his cock. He'd give her everything she needed, and so much more. She wouldn't know what hit her. Craig couldn't wait to show her what he was capable of.
He pushed his fat cock-head against her. Ellie tried to pull away, but he was too fast for her. Before she knew what was happening, the bulbous head of his shaft was parting her folds. Ellie tried to get up. Craig reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him. He thrust forward as he brought Ellie to him, plunging fully into her. The backs of Ellie's thighs slammed against Craig's hips; her generous padding softening the impact. Craig delighted in the sight of the girl's round ass shaking and jiggling from his thrust.
"No!" she moaned. "Don't!"
"Too late for that." He was blunt. "You should have thought about that before."
Craig thrust in and out of her. His dick slid along her slick inner walls. They gripped his length, squeezing him. Craig couldn't have hoped for a better fuck. The girl was the perfect blend of experienced and inexperienced. She had undoubtedly taken some cocks already, but she was still tight enough to make him work for it. Twenty-four years of marriage had prepared Craig for this moment very well. He was certain that he would fuck his neighbor's daughter better than any of the punks she had hooked up with before. He was determined to make her remember his cock, hopefully for the rest of her life.
He plunged into her again and again, fucking her pussy with all of his pent-up anger and lust. "This is for poor Mrs. Nelson's flower bed!" Craig thought to himself as he thrust hard into Ellie. "This one is for that flaming bag on Bob and Mary's doorstep!" He pounded forcefully into her again. Vengeance had never felt so good. The next pump was for the time Craig would need to spend on a ladder, cleaning all the toilet paper off his giant maple tree. Then his mind returned to Cindy. He missed his beloved wife so dearly. It wasn't fair that she had been taken from him so early.
.
.
.
Craig dug his fingertips into Ellie's fleshy hip with one hand and slapped her ass with the other, leaving a dark pink hand print. He swatted twice more in rapid succession, causing the whole area to redden. Re-gripping her with both hands, the elder man plowed Ellie with all his might. His pace increased with every plunge. Ellie was grunting and moaning uncontrollably as she was bounced and shaken by the frenzied assault on her pussy. The couch scooted and rocked to the rhythm of the rough fucking Ellie was receiving. Squeaking emanated from its frame as the sofa skidded across the hardwood floor.
Craig's breathing was rapid, and his heart was pounding. His lungs burned and his muscles were exhausted. He wasn't sure how much longer he would last.
"Oh, god!" Ellie exclaimed. "Mr. Yuthers!"
Craig was elated to hear his name. Not only was his neighbor's daughter talking to him while he fucked her, she was addressing him respectfully. It was an improvement, as far as he was concerned. Even so, he couldn't take anything for granted.
"Uh!" Craig moaned between thrusts. "Yes, Ellie?"
She had even waited for him to respond. Craig was pleased.
"That feels so fucking good!"
"What does, Ellie?"
"Your cock!" she could barely utter the words. Ellie took a deep breath. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me!"
"Oh, yeah!"
He was thrilled. Not only had she acknowledged him, but she was praising him. He had to have more. He had to hear it again. Craig needed to hear her say his name.
"Ellie," he began, "tell me exactly how good you feel, and where you feel it."
"Mr. Yuthers," Ellie paused to absorb another mighty pump from her old neighbor. "Your cock feels fucking amazing in my tight little pussy!"
Craig took in a quick breath.
"I think it would be okay if you called me 'Craig,' under the circumstances. Don't you, Ellie?"
She was doing more than he could've asked for. He couldn't have guessed what an eager, enthusiastic lover his neighbor's daughter would turn out to be. He considered the possibility that she had actually wanted this to happen, however remote it might be. Maybe she had even spared him the mischief all these years because she had a crush on him. He was curious if she had ever watched him from her bedroom window as he mowed the lawn, pulled weeds, repaired the back fence, or any number of other chores around the yard. He wondered if she had fantasized about him taking her over his lap, or throwing her down on the couch.
"So," he continued. "How does it feel in your pussy?"
"It feels so fucking big, Craig," she told him. "I'm so full. You're stretching me out!"
Craig felt a twinge of guilt. He was being a little rough, and he wasn't sure how much experience she had with that. On the other hand, her tight, wet pussy was a welcome treat. He hadn't experienced anything like this in over six years. Craig couldn't help but push himself deep into her hot, inviting cunt with reckless abandon. It was a primal urge, and it was too strong to ignore. He was lost in the moment. There was nothing in the world that could've stopped him from ravaging Ellie's pussy. Nothing could have distracted him from the pursuit of the climax that was drawing closer.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed.
"That's it, Ellie!" Craig encouraged her. "Just let go and enjoy it!"
"But," she whined. "I've never done it like this before."
Craig's cock twitched. It was engorged and sensitive to the point of borderline discomfort. He powered through, just the same, proud that he was introducing her to a different approach to sex.
"Fuck, Yeah!" Craig boasted, "Damn right, you haven't!"
Taking a hold of Ellie's voluminous hair, he pulled lightly. Ellie arched her back and tilted her head. Her ass raised in the air and pressed against his hips. With each thrust, Craig pulled her toward him. Her ample rear rippled as it slapped against him. Together, their skin made clapping sounds.
"Tell me," he said, between hard pumps. "Have you ever fucked anyone as well hung as me, Ellie?"
"No," she was honest. "Never."
Craig closed his eyes and soaked in the compliment. Cindy had always been generous in showing her appreciation for his body and sexual technique. He hadn't realized exactly how badly he missed that affirmation until Ellie reminded him.
"Is this the best fuck you've ever had?"
"Yes! This is the best fuck I've ever had!"
Craig smiled and opened his eyes. He momentarily released Ellie's hair. She turned and looked back at him, as best she could from her position.
"And who's giving it to you, Ellie?"
She smiled back at Craig, but said nothing. She was being naughty.
"Tell me!" her neighbor demanded, clutching and pulling her hair again.
"You are!" she complied. "You're the best fuck I've ever had, Craig!"
That was better. He decided she had earned a break. Her pussy would get a rest while she did something else for him. He leg go of Ellie's hair and helped her upright by the shoulders. Craig then sat on the couch, leaned back, and patted his lap. His shaft remained rock-solid, pointing triumphantly upward.
"Over here," he coolly ordered. "Get on your knees, between my legs. Take that top off and throw it over there. Your bra too."
Ellie did as he instructed, resting her knees directly against the hardwood floor. She had no area rug or towel to pad herself. Her knees immediately started to ache. She pulled her mini-t over her head and flung it free from her arms. Ellie was determined not to disobey Craig. She had fully surrendered herself to him. In exchange, he was satisfying Ellie's desires in ways she had never imagined possible. The way he manipulated her body, and stimulated it, were immensely pleasurable. It was incredible.
"You ready?"
She nodded, looking up at him in doe-eyed submission.
"I'm ready."
"Good." Craig couldn't contain his excitement. "Suck my cock!"
Ellie parted her lips and placed them around the spongy head of Craig's swollen dick. Sucking in, she dragged her puffy lips back onto his shaft, taking the entire head into her mouth. Slowly, Ellie bobbed her head up and down, slurping all the while. Establishing a rhythm, she pressed her tongue against the sensitive underside of Craig's large member. Her cheeks were sunken.
"Can you taste your pussy on me?" Craig questioned her.
"Mm-hmm," she answered with her mouth full.
"Yeah? Tell me, how does it taste?"
Ellie popped her neighbor's cock out of her mouth.
"I like it," Ellie admitted. "I don't know how to describe it, but it tastes good!"
Craig nodded his approval. Ellie got the hint and resumed servicing his member. Gobbling away loudly, Ellie sucked and caressed it with her lips. The strength of her suction was impressive. She was getting the hang of it, not just giving a blowjob, but a remarkable one. Her tongue gracefully danced around, teasing the underside of Craig's cock. Ellie was giving her all, committed to milking his cock with her mouth until he filled it with his cum. Craig had other plans.
"That's not quite right," he corrected Ellie. "Do it nice and slow, all the way down to the base."
"What?! I can't do that!" she instinctively protested. "It's way too long!"
Craig was willing to overlook her outburst.
"Yes, you can. And you will!"
He placed a hand on the back of her head, and simply rested it there.
"Shall we?" Craig's voice dripped with sarcasm and impatience.
"Okay. I'll try."
"That's better."
Ellie lowered her lips to his bulbous head again. She licked it with her tongue, lapping up the mixture of her juices and Craig's pre-cum. Her lips wrapped around his shaft. Reluctantly, she tried to take him deeper. His cock brushed up against the back of her mouth, reaching the threshold to Ellie's throat. She coughed and gagged. Craig gently pulled in with his hand, offering just enough pressure to let his neighbor know he wanted her to take it further. Ellie resisted, stiffening her neck. She needed more guidance.
"It's alright, Ellie," Craig reassured her. "Just take a deep breath first. Relax your throat. And remember, only breath through your nose."
"Okay, Mr. Yuthers," Ellie responded, pulling back away to get the words out.
"Please," Craig reminded her. "You can call me 'Craig.' "
"Oh, yes." Ellie remembered, blushing. "Craig."
Following Craig's directions, she took a deep breath. Ellie lowered her lips to his thick, swollen head. Opening her mouth, she sucked the spongy head between her full, moist lips. Sliding down the shaft, her warm, wet tongue was pressed to its underside. She continued venturing lower. Ellie had to work harder than she had expected. Finally, her nose brushed against his pubic hair. She inhaled his musky scent. Ellie was filled with Craig's cock.
"Very nice, Ellie," Craig praised her. "Now work that cock!"
Ellie slowly rocked, sliding her lips along the lower stretch of Craig's dick.
"That's it, girl!" he declared. "Deep-throat that rod!"
She hummed and gurgled away, her mouth thoroughly occupied with Craig's sizable manhood. As she adjusted to the sensation, Ellie picked up the pace. Craig's shaft glistened with saliva and Ellie's juices. The wet sounds of her slurps and suction was accompanied by the occasional creak of the couch's springs. Craig kept his hand on the back of Ellie's head, more than anything to maintain the illusion of control. In reality, she was gladly lavishing her attention on him. She enjoyed servicing him, just as she had reveled in being taken by him.
"Mmmm," she hummed, savoring the experience of having her mouth so full.
Craig couldn't believe his eyes, or his luck. Here he was, balls-deep in the throat of his neighbor's daughter. It was wild! He dragged his hand from the couch cushion to Ellie's chest. Her breasts were soft and plump. They swayed erratically as she sucked him off like a woman possessed. Craig squeezed and pulled at them. Finding a nipple, he pinched softly. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cock and into his pelvis.
Ellie's eyes were closed, and she was oblivious to everything around her. The world had narrowed. Her senses were overwhelmed by Craig's throbbing dick. She focused on her breathing and the movement of her tongue. She felt his balls bounce gently against her chin. The muscles in her face were beginning to tire, but Ellie continued, undeterred. She knew that she could bring her neighbor to climax. She wanted to make it happen. He was already getting close. She could feel his scrotum tighten and his cock pulse. He was on the verge. She just needed to keep going. Suddenly, Craig released her nipple and pushed his hand against her shoulder.
"Not so fast, young lady!" he scolded. "We're not done yet!"
Ellie backed away, gradually withdrawing one inch after another from her mouth. A trail of spit linked her lower lip to his wet shaft. Craig hadn't come yet, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity to keep using her pussy. He took some time to catch his breath and step back from the brink. "A few idle moments should help dull the nerves down there," Craig thought. He used the brief respite to soak in the erotic visual before him. Ellie was quite the sight - a curvy beauty, sitting on her knees, between his legs. She was panting and her full, round breasts heaved. Her cheeks were flushed. A trickle of saliva was dripping from her lips, down her chin.
"Bring those nice big tits over here." Craig patted his lap.
Ellie rose up on her knees and hunched forward. She was still catching her breath. Craig held his cock by the base. Waving it from side to side, he slapped Ellie's breasts. Craig made sure the head grazed her erect nipples. A trail of saliva was forming, joining what was already running down her cleavage from earlier. Craig pushed Ellie's head down briefly to have her lubricate his manhood once more with her mouth. His slick member slipped effortlessly between her breasts. Craig guided the shaft back and forth, sliding between Ellie's ample, jiggling mounds. Her smooth skin felt exquisite on his sensitive organ.
"Fuck! Hold your titties together while I fuck them!"
"Like this?" she asked, squeezing them together with her hands.
"Yeah, just like that. You look so fucking hot holding your tits against my cock!"
Craig pushed his hips back and forth, thrusting his shaft between the fleshy cushions. Each thrust caused Ellie's breasts to shake and wiggle.
"God damn, that's nice!" Craig exclaimed.
He kept thrusting. Ellie looked up at him. His face was twisted and flushed from exertion. He brushed a droplet of sweat from his brow. She wondered how long it would be before he finished. Trying to bring him there sooner, Ellie bounced her chest up and down, countering his thrusts.
"You're really giving it to my big, soft titties, Craig!"
"I sure am! They feel so amazing!"
"Don't worry, they can take it as hard as you can give it!"
"Fuck yeah, Ellie! I love titty-fucking you!"
"Good. I like the way it feels too!"
"Oh, fuck! I'm getting so close, Ellie!"
She continued bouncing her breasts along the sides of Craig's shaft even after he went still.
"Okay, Ellie," he began. "It's time to finish up."
She looked quizzically back at him.
"Finish up?" she asked, dazed.
"Yes. Stand up."
Her knees were sore from the hardwood, making the process slow and clumsy. Craig got up and approached her. With a hand on Ellie's ass, he pushed her back to the couch.
"Lie back and fold your legs up against your chest," Craig calmly ordered. "Hold them in place, with your hands."
Ellie complied, anticipating what might happen next.
"That's one beautiful, sopping wet cunt!" Craig admired her.
Ellie blushed. Craig was delighted. He ran a finger along her folds. It was coated in her juices. Craig slid the finger into his mouth. He savored the sweet and salty flavor of her pussy. Ellie's jaw fell slack. She was shocked that Craig had so casually done something that personal. It was violating, in a way, but his reaction made her feel so intimately appreciated and desired. She had no idea what to say. Craig struggled to slide his hands under Ellie's butt cheeks.
"Hips up, darling!" he said with a wicked grin.
Ellie curved her back, raising her hips off the couch cushion. Craig maneuvered his hands under Ellie, taking handfuls of her large rear. He lifted, tensing and flexing his muscles, bringing Ellie's lower body up to waist-level. Ellie balanced on the back of her shoulders, with her head craned uncomfortably toward her collar bone. Craig's hands were full, squeezing the flesh of Ellie's substantial butt. He pulled the soft cheeks apart. It caused the lips of her pussy to open up, revealing her delicate folds and bright pink clit. He gazed down, marveling at the sight before him. He was about to plunge his cock into that gorgeous pussy, once more.
Ellie's cunt was saturated and ready, welcoming him back inside. Craig entered her, slowly pushing in to the hilt. Ellie gasped. Craig subtly moved about, probing around. His head brushed the sensitive spot deep inside her. Her body quivered, and she exhaled sharply. He could see her chest rise and fall. He rocked his hips back and forth, gliding in and out. Every stroke was exquisite. He was lost in ecstasy. Everything that was wrong ceased to exist, as far as Craig was concerned. The frustration, the sadness, and the loneliness were gone.
"Ugh, yeah!" he grunted.
"Your cock feels so damn good inside me!" Ellie shouted.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Ellie!"
"Do it, Craig! Fuck my tight pussy for all it's worth!"
Craig was hammering away at his neighbor's steaming, velvety cunt. Her juicy hole massaged his cock. Its head poked and rubbed at the front wall of Ellie's pussy. Before long, she tensed up. Craig had found her G-spot, and he was prodding it vigorously. Ellie couldn't hold out long. The pleasure was more than she could take.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "That's the spot! Right there!"
"You like that, huh?"
"Oh god, yeah! Keep doing it!" she panted and gasped for air. "Just like that!"
"Come for me, Ellie! Come all over my cock!"
Her eyes rolled back. Sweat beads formed on her forehead. Her body involuntarily bucked and writhed. She was in the throes of the most profoundly intense orgasm she had ever known. She had no idea they could be so powerful, or so satisfying.
"Oh, fuck! Mr. Yuthers!" Ellie tried to stay coherent. "I'm gonna come, Craig! Oh fuck, yeah! I'm coming!"
Her body was shaking. She moaned and vocalized unintelligibly. Craig's cock was still pounding her cunt, forcing her to ride out her orgasm on his throbbing, veiny member. She could feel him somehow swell and harden inside her. His cock twitched a couple times. He was finally going to come. Craig withdrew from her, slapping his hard, sensitive prick against her delicate folds. Grinding against her, Craig prepared for his own climax.
"Oh, Ellie! I'm going to cover you in cum! Ah! Here it comes!"
Craig's cock erupted. Ellie closed her eyes as the first blast landed from her eyebrow to her cheek. The next hit squarely on her lower lip, dripping its way down over her upper lip. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, interrupting the stream of semen. Licking circles, she collected as much as she could and swallowed it. Craig unleashed another torrent onto the undersides of her breasts, first one, then the other. The shaking motions of his thrusting caused it to spread around as it dripped down. One more large white gob touched down on Ellie's folded belly. Craig continued to rub the underside of his cock against the neighbor girl's used up cunt while fine strands of his seed drizzled her pubic mound and clung to the fine line of hair over her clit.
Ellie wiped globs of semen from her squinted shut eyes. Once clean, her eyes cautiously fluttered open. Craig was standing over her. His cock was hanging down over her abdomen. The head glistened. Thin ribbons of cum still connected it to the sticky mess below. He wore the biggest, most proud smile she had ever seen on his face. Craig was obviously completely satisfied with the experience. She had performed well. Her neighbor had been repaid, with interest.
"Well done, Ellie," he complimented her.
"Thank you, Mr. Yuthers," she shyly responded.
Craig stepped to the side, turning her sideways on the couch, before releasing her ass cheeks. Her lower body dropped unceremoniously onto the couch cushion. He picked up her clothes and tossed them by her head.
"Okay Ellie, it's time for you to leave."
"Oh," shock and disappointment were evident in her voice. "Okay."
"I want you to remember this night the next time you consider doing something like that again."
Ellie nodded.
"Don't worry," she assured him. "I'll never forget this, Craig."
"I'm glad," Craig sincerely responded.
Ellie started for the door, still naked and coated in her older neighbor's cum.
"I won't set foot on your property again," she turned, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous grin. "Unless I'm ready for another nice, hard... spanking."
With Ellie gone and his door locked, Craig cleaned up and prepared for bed. He lied awake for what seemed like hours. His mind raced with images of his encounter with Ellie. He recalled the adrenaline rush of confronting a stranger in his yard and the recognition of Ellie's face. He couldn't even make sense of how the anger and frustration had so smoothly transitioned into passion and arousal. There was no clear line of where one ended and the other started. It was completely foreign to him. Cindy and he had always resolved their minor disagreements and made love under the most warm and tender of circumstances.
What confused Craig even more, was that he liked the angry and rough nature of what he had done. He enjoyed dominating Ellie. He felt powerful and in control. He wanted her badly, so he simply took her. It was primal. Better yet, once his intentions were clear, Ellie surrendered to him. She let him take her, completely. She belonged to him from that moment onward. Craig had never felt that way before.
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Craig eventually drifted off to sleep, but he got little rest. Nightmares plagued him, fueled by his regrets and fears. Numerous scenarios involving his arrested played out. He saw himself in a courtroom having charges read to him by a judge. He looked to his lawyer, but there wasn't much that even an experienced professional could do to help him. Later he envisioned himself cowering in the corner of a prison cell, his cellmate descending on him. Craig desperately wanted to forget what the large man did to him next. Cindy's face appeared, surrounded by blackness. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears streaked down her cheeks. She shook her head at the horrible misdeeds of her poor widower husband.
Craig awoke trembling. The irony of his sleepless night was not lost on him. Everything he imagined was similar to how Ellie may have felt. His nerves were absolutely shot. He slowly got dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. There was no reason to go out. He wondered if the police would be stopping by soon. In a trance, Craig lumbered down the stairs to the kitchen and absently looked in the refrigerator. With no appetite, he didn't see a reason to make himself eat. One labored step after another took him to the living room, where everything that troubled him had transpired. He sat down on the couch.
A notification chimed on his phone. Slipping it out of his pocket, Craig half-heartedly checked it. There was a new text message from his daughter.
"Hey dad," it began. "Really busy week at work. Haven't heard from you in a while. Everything okay?"
Craig stared at the screen. Her question was tough to answer. Was he okay? Craig wasn't sure himself. He didn't know what was going to happen. A muted splattering sound brought him to attention. Looking up at the side window, Craig saw a clear film surrounding a yellow gel. He got to his feet and approached the window. A spray of water splashed the glass and washed away the egg, before it could harden. Craig looked out through the obscuring shower of water, identifying the unmistakable figure of Ellie, holding his garden hose. She lowered the spray and held up her free hand. Palm up, she waved her index finger slowly and seductively toward herself.
Craig looked back down at the phone in his hand.
"Yes, honey," he texted back. "Everything is great."
"I'm glad to hear that dad. I thought we'd have Sunday brunch today, if you've got the time."
Craig looked back up at Ellie's curvy young body.
"Better make it lunch. I've got something I need to take care of first."
-The End