My Neighbor’s Daughter: An Unexpected Affair
Over the next few weeks, Nancy became a regular visitor, and our relationship evolved into a passionate and adventurous affair. I introduced her to new positions and techniques, and she soon became an expert in pleasing me. Her wild side was a thrill to discover, and I found myself drawn to her confidence and fearlessness.
One afternoon, Nancy arrived unannounced, slipping into my kitchen as I stood by the sink, washing up. She snuggled up close, and I felt my cock spring to attention under her touch. But just as things were heating up, I spotted her mother, Liz, approaching the house across the fence.
Nancy saw the look on my face and quickly dropped to her knees, out of sight from the window. As Liz gestured for me to open up, I felt Nancy’s hand on my leg, working its way up my calf and over my knee. Her fingers began to squeeze my thigh, and I felt a thrill of excitement as she started to fumble with my flies.
“Hi Bob!” Liz called out, her voice cheerful. “I wondered if you’d seen Nancy around? She missed her bible reading, and I’m worried where she might be.”
“Hey there, Liz,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re looking well today. I’m afraid I haven’t seen Nancy all day, have you tried the youth club?” I lied, feeling Nancy’s fingers stroke my cock beneath the window ledge.
Nancy’s mouth was all over my cock, her tongue working its magic as I stood there, chatting with Liz. I felt a rush of excitement as I realized we were taking a huge risk, but it only added to the thrill.
“I have a lot of things to take care of, and sometimes it’s hard to keep abreast of them all,” I said, smiling down at Liz as I stared at her beautiful body. “But I’m sure things will settle down soon.”
Liz seemed to sense where my gaze was focused, and she smiled, her hand straying to the collar of her dress. “I should probably get going,” she said, making her excuses and leaving, blissfully unaware of what was happening below.
As soon as Liz was gone, I pulled my cock from Nancy’s mouth and helped her up from the floor. I bent her over the kitchen table, lifted her dress, and ripped off her little white cotton panties. “That was a 9 on any score,” I panted, my cock throbbing with desire.
“And it therefore needs to be punished accordingly,” I growled, plunging deep into her as I held her down on the table. I was rough and urgent, taking what I needed from her body.
Nancy moaned and gasped with pleasure, her little frame quivering with each deep thrust. I felt like I was trying to get deeper inside her, and I was determined to take her to new heights.
As I finally pushed my cock into her anus, Nancy squealed with surprise, but I whispered in her ear, “You had your finger up my ass, now it’s my turn to fuck yours, so get ready for the ride of your life, bitch.”
She relaxed, and I thrust deeper, feeling her muscles contract around me. We came together, and I felt like I was being milked for every drop of cum I had.
Eventually, we lay there, gasping, trying to recover our breath. We shared a bath, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and ownership as I looked at Nancy, my little anal slut.
“I think you’re right, Bob,” she said, smiling as she left the room. “I am a little slut. But now I’m your little anal slut, and that’s even better.”
As I lay back in the bath, I couldn’t help but smile, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.