I stepped out the front door on a glorious early spring day in Florida. The cold from our unpredictable winters had passed, but the heat of the summer hasn’t set in yet, as it will in just a few weeks. Our wonderful temperate spring is all too short, so I try to enjoy it while it lasts and took a walk around the block before returning to the original task of retrieving the newspaper from the curb where it’s been tossed in the early morning hours.

I’m an early riser, so when I indulge in such morning outings, I rarely meet any of the twenty or so neighbors who share this street. Occasionally, a dog walker, but never anyone just out enjoying the morning air.

As I had started in the opposite direction, I hadn’t noticed the golf cart parked at the curb of my next-door neighbor’s home until I’d completed a full circuit of the block. I’ve seen it before and know it belongs to a cute blonde, Madison, who’s dating my neighbor’s son, Ben, but this is the first time I’ve seen it in the morning. It’s usually there in the after-school hours and into the evening as the young couple are both high school seniors, just a couple of months from graduation.

The just-warm-enough air had me deciding on another quarter-mile circuit of the block. When I got back to my home, I was bending to pick up the paper when I saw Madison come out of the Porters’ front door, heading for her cart. She noticed me, smiled, and put her finger to her lips in the classic ‘please keep my secret’ gesture. She smiled devilishly as she tiptoed to her cart and climbed in, showing a considerable portion of her perfect butt above bare thighs, when her short dress rode up. I assumed she was wearing a thong, though from the situation and what I’d already seen, being naked underneath was a distinct possibility.

She turned the key, and seconds later, she was making a silent U-turn and heading back towards me. As she curved in towards the curb, her purse went sliding off the seat, landing in the street, a few feet from where I stood. She stopped a couple of yards down the road, while I bent to pick it up.  

“Good morning, Madison,” I said as I reached her cart.

“Thank you, Mr. Mike,” she said with that same sexy smile and a bitten lip as I handed it to her. She placed it on the seat next to her, her hand moving to her thigh to call attention to her raised skirt and nakedness beneath. I looked into her smiling eyes, acknowledging her gift. “See you later!” she giggled as she drove off. She apparently saw me watching her drive away, waving at her rear-view mirror.

‘See you later,’ was probably a harmless way to say goodbye, but my mind conjured up a different sort of ‘See you!’ though I realized the likelihood was in the realm of fantasy. I went back inside to have a cup of coffee and read the paper, but the image of this cuter-than-cute girl plagued me much of the day.

An early thirties bachelor, I think of myself as ordinary looking, though the many ladies who’ve made themselves so readily available would tell me differently. I stay in shape with walking, biking, and physical work, not working out, so my physique is merely that of a healthy man, not a he-man.

I work from home, mostly, as an IT consultant, traveling on a couple of short trips a month, when needs demand an on-site presence, so I’m not in an office where I would likely meet women, yet, at times, I’ve had a parade of them at my door wanting a piece of me.

Apparently, I’ve earned a reputation for putting my lover’s needs first, and I wouldn’t deny it, as nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing a woman in a state of orgasmic ecstasy and knowing I got her there. Lying between a pair of luscious thighs, with my tongue in the petals of her dewy wet flower is heaven for me, and it’s never for a single climax. Often, they’ve come to me because their boyfriend, lover, or even husband is more concerned with their own needs and pleasure; their woman’s desires have been an afterthought, if at all.

I’ll do almost anything they ask of me and some things they didn’t know they wanted. I’ll lick or fuck them in any position they like, though I’ve introduced several to new ways they’d never considered. Some have asked for anal, and while it’s not my favorite, I won’t deny them even though it requires copious amounts of lube to get my thick dick into that tight passage. I’ve spanked a few who wanted me to be Daddy to their naughty, little girl who expects to be taken over my knee for a dozen or two playful smacks on their ass, bottom, tushy, or even a hiney once. But domination is not my thing, so when one literally begged for it to be harder and painful, my interest waned, though her show of gratitude afterward resulted in one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten.

No, not a dominant, but I do have a submissive side when it comes to my favorite activity: eating pussy. As I’ve said, I’m quite happy with a swollen, wet, and, hopefully, shaven pussy offered up as a feast for my tongue, but my pleasure ramps up considerably if she takes a more demanding tone. Telling me in no uncertain terms, and often vulgar language, to eat her pussy, cunt, or snatch will get me harder than hard in no time. Sitting on my face, stuffing her wet pussy in my mouth, or pulling my face into her crotch as I kneel before her, are also high on my hit parade.

I got through the day of Madison’s clandestine escape with occasional thoughts of doing any one of those things for her, but my logical IT mind eventually dismissed such hopes as delusional, and they faded in time. The concentration necessary for my technical work effectively blocked them out. They were briefly revived the following day, a Friday, when I went out to get the paper, looking over at my neighbor’s, hoping to see her golf cart again, chiding myself for being so foolish as I walked back into the house. What would I do if it were there?

Friday is normally a quiet day when I work from home. My colleagues are usually wrapped up in their own deadlines, wanting to start the weekend with a clean slate, but that was not to be for me. I was called into a contentious conference call first with a project manager and then again with the customer as we tried to explain why we were behind on their development project, without calling too much attention to the fact that it was entirely the customer’s fault. By early afternoon, I was ready to pack it in, having no patience for customer-facing people who won’t tell the customer the truth.

I’d just gotten off a one-on-one call with my boss, who sympathized with my position but suggested I toe the line with this customer in the future, and it wasn’t the first time, so when my doorbell rang, I walked to the door with a ‘what now?’ attitude. I yanked the door open, ready to tear the head off whoever had the nerve to interrupt my foul mood, but was presented with a gorgeous surprise.

“Madison! My God, you are a sight for sore eyes,” I said, realizing too late I’d said it out loud, but she was a sight. To say she was dressed provocatively would be an insult to this cute girl turned teen slut. A bright red tube top was so narrow, it barely covered even her small tits, but her erect nipples, poking through the tight band, made up for the lack of cleavage. Below, a pair of white spandex short-shorts looked as though they’d been painted on since every crevice and curve remained deliciously visible, including the hint of a cameltoe where her completely exposed and shapely thighs came together. Being barefoot meant these two articles of clothing were all that stood between her and complete nudity, as she clearly wore no underwear of any sort.

“Oh! Um, hello, Mr. Mike,” she said, confusion at my reaction evident on her face.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been having a very bad day, so when a beautiful girl shows up on my doorstep, it’s like you’ve just made everything alright again!”

“Oh, well, thank you!” she said with that intoxicating smile. “May I come in? I, um, don’t want to be seen by Ben or his family.”

“Sure!” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, though all those ways I’d imagined enjoying her body were immediately back on my To Do list. She stepped in, and I closed the door behind her, getting a view of her tight, little butt in the revealing shorts. “Come in,” I said, leading the way to my kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Soda? Iced Tea? Water?” I offered.

“Just water, please. I try not to put bad stuff in my body,” she said innocently, but with a gleam in her eye that belied her claim.

‘I’ve got some bad stuff that’s dying to get in your body!’ I thought, as my erection that started as soon as I’d opened the door was now straining at my athletic shorts.

After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to her, I sat at the high-top kitchen table, offering her a seat as well, but she chose to stand before me, enticing me with her delectable body. She opened her bottle of water, threw her head back, and took several gulps, her flat tummy flexing as each parcel of water went down. Licking her lips and smiling, after downing half the bottle, doubts as to her intentions were disappearing.

“So, what can I do for you?” I asked, almost saying to you.

“Um. I just wanted to ask you to, um … please don’t tell Ben’s parents about seeing me yesterday morning?” she pleaded, taking a step closer. “He managed to sneak me in after they were asleep, and I had to leave before they got up!” she finished with her hand on my bare knee.

“They wouldn’t understand, would they?” I said as though sympathizing with her as her fingertips glided up my thigh.

“No. They wouldn’t,” she replied, her eyes darting between staring me down and her hand that had now reached the hem of my shorts. “You won’t tell them, will you?” she asked as her fingers reached into my shorts and her other hand came to rest on the bulge. I thought I couldn’t get any harder. Apparently, I was wrong.

“Is this,” I said, casting my eyes down to her hands, “a bribe to ensure my silence?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“It’s beginning to!” I said, trying to temper my enthusiasm.

“Well, then. Why don’t we take these off?” she asked, her fingers not waiting for an answer already hooked into the elastic waist and tugging. I lifted off the chair to allow them to come off, and when my cock sprang out, “Ooo! No underwear! Naughty boy!” she scolded in a whisper.

“Mmm, nice!” she added, grabbing my dick with both hands, my shorts having fallen to the floor.

Her delicate hands stroked my hardness a few times, but it wasn’t long before she smiled and bent to take it in her mouth, her long blonde hair falling over my legs, contrasting her suntanned back. Concentrating on the tip initially, she sucked and licked, her lips and tongue demonstrating a level of experience I hadn’t seen during my days in high school. Soft sighs, hums, and whimpers voiced her appreciation of a new cock.

I put my hands on her back, eventually sliding fingers under the red band and circling her chest, but when I tried to move around front, I couldn’t get past her arms, whose hands were taking up where her mouth didn’t reach. Suddenly, she stood up and, with fingers hooked into her rubber band top, said, “I’ll take mine off if you do yours?”

As I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, she yanked hers off with one quick motion, her small, but absolutely beautiful breasts with pointy nipples gracing her youthful body. My shirt was off in a flash, and I reached to pull her close, bending to take each tit in turn into my mouth.

“They’re kinda small,” she pouted, and then, “Ooo!” when I sucked one nipple in and let it pop out of my mouth.

“They’re perfect!” I offered sincerely, preferring small and firm, over large and dangling. My compliment triggered a beaming smile.

While my tongue continued tasting her tits, a hand slid down between her legs, her breath hitching at the first touch. The stretchy, but taut fabric pressed everything in so tight that I could barely feel the shape of what I expected would be petite labia, but the warmth and humidity felt nice nonetheless.

“Oh! Oh, God! Ohh, yeah!” she whimpered when my hand slipped into her shorts.

“You’re rather wet, Madison!” I said, stating the obvious.

“Call me Maddy, and, yes! I am so fucking wet! You may as well take them off, too! Then we’ll both be naked!”

With both hands, I peeled them down, the spandex still hugging her body all the way. Below her hips, they loosened slightly, but clung to her wet crotch. I reached in to pull them away, a gasp accompanying her pussy’s final release, tendrils of her wetness clinging still until they broke.

“Hm, no panties! Naughty girl,” I said, scolding her as she had me.

“Oh? Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?” she said with a weak smile as she bent slightly forward over my left thigh. “Ooo!” she squeaked at the firm smack each cheek received.

“No. Maybe another time?” I replied and stood her up. I was sure I could have had her over my knee for as many spanks as I wanted to give her, but that would lead to a different destination than the one I wanted. “I think you’ve left something unfinished, Maddy!”

“Yes, Daddy!” she said with a sexy smile, and bent to take me in her mouth once more, picking up where she left off.

I’ve had women call me Daddy before, not surprisingly, those who liked what I’d just denied Madison, but it felt different coming from this young girl. There was an arousing flavor to it from Maddy, not just an assigned role. Trying to hold on as she was trying her best to make me cum, I allowed my mind to ask why. Did it reveal some deeper submissive nature in her, or was it some sort of incestuous desire for this girl that was almost young enough to be my daughter?

“Oh God, Maddy! I’m gonna cum!” I said, my mind yanked back to my imminent release.

She smiled with my cock still in her mouth, and for a few seconds, she kicked everything into high gear, while gripping the base tightly to hold back the outburst. Sucking and jerking at a feverish pace, she quickly lifted her head off, loosened her grip, and smiled with prideful accomplishment when several streams of sticky cum shot past her to land on the hardwood floor of my kitchen.

“Mmm, that was incredible, Maddy!” I said, enjoying the evident pride on her face. “Come here,” I said, pulling her close between my legs.

She moaned loudly as my mouth suckled her perfect little tits again, while my hands went to her ass and her pussy. So thankful for the unexpected surprise of her company, I promised myself to make her cum as many times as I could. Squeezing her between my hands as one gripped her firm, round butt, pushing her into the other hand, whose fingers slid effortlessly through her teeming wet slit, I looked into her almost closed eyes.

“I want to eat you up!”

“Uh-huh,” she squeaked between raspy breaths and pleading moans.

With both hands on her waist, I lifted her up and sat her on the high table. She looked at me questioningly as though she didn’t know what was coming next.

“Here, put your feet on my shoulders,” I instructed. “That’s it,” I said, and with one continuous motion, I pulled her knees apart and leaned in to slither my tongue between the lips of her pretty, little pussy, noticing the small patch of hair on her mound, proving she was a natural blonde.

“Oh! Oh! Oh, God!” she cried as my tongue licked and lapped her sweet syrup. She lay back on her elbows, watching my tongue with an almost pained look on her face.

I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my tongue, and I made sure Maddy would feel the same way. My hands pressed against her thighs to keep them spread and allow my tongue exclusive access to her spread pussy at first. Her hips rocked slightly, pushing it into my face, burrowing into her slit as her squeaks and squeals rose an octave or two.

My middle finger slid easily into her moist tunnel with an initial, ‘Oh God,’ followed by several cries of ‘I’m cumming,’ and then she did, her petite pussy oozing its nectar.

“Oh, wow!” she said as she lay down on the table as though it was over. “Wait! Wait! What’re you … oh, fuck!” Being licked again, so soon after cumming, was apparently a new experience for her, and I was going to be sure to capitalize on it.

Adding another finger and curling them upward to stroke that magic spot inside reduced her aural response to gasps and squeals, while she lifted herself onto her elbows again, needing to see that this was actually happening.

No need to hold her legs apart any longer, my other hand slipped underneath into the cleft between the cheeks of her tight little butt. My finger slid up and down the deep valley several times before landing on her rosebud, involuntarily clenching, where it circled, threatening to push inside.

“Oh! My! God!” she yelled as three separate words, while lying back once again so she could lift her hips and push her pussy into my face. “Jesus!” she screamed as two fingers and my tongue pushed her over the edge again.

I let her enjoy the extraordinary euphoria for a few moments, though my fingers remained firmly in place as she squirmed under their touch. Her breath in short, rasping gasps, she lifted her head only, checking to see if I was done just in time to see my face descend into her sloppy wet crotch yet again, while still she quivered from her last climax.

“Fuck!” she cried when my tongue found her clit, flicking it with the tip.

My fingers slowly came to life again, as my lips nibbled and sucked her tiny erection. Fingers in, or on her holes, and my tongue working her clit feverishly had her body writhing under my touch and close to the edge again. My upper lip holding her clit within my curled tongue triggered the strongest orgasm yet, her body trembling as electrifying shudders passed through her.

“No more!” she said simply when she could finally speak. She repeated the plea as she sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling our bodies together, her head resting on my shoulder. “No more,” she whispered as she held tight, sharing her quivers with me.

“You okay, Maddy?” I asked in response to her continued whimpers.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “Oh my God, yes!” she added more emphatically. “Fuck me? Please?” she pleaded softly with her head still on my shoulder. She lifted her head and, with her face inches from mine, asked again. “Fuck me, Daddy!? Please?” She looked down to see my raging erection and took it in hand, saying, “I want you in my pussy!”

“Come with me,” I said as I grabbed her ass and pulled her body to mine, her legs wrapping around my waist. I kissed her tenderly at first, but with the impatience of youth, she practically swallowed my tongue. She felt like a big baby in my arms with her head on my shoulder again as I left the kitchen.

“Ooo! I can feel him, Daddy!” she said of my cock rubbing between her spread legs as I walked.

I took her to my bedroom, where she ejected herself from my grasp to fall on the bed, giggling with her legs splayed. She pushed the bedspread and top sheet of the unmade bed out of the way, landing on all fours, and looking back at me with pleading eyes.

“C’mon, Daddy! Fuck me!”

I climbed on the bed, walking on my knees to position myself behind her as her bottom waved in silent invitation. Taking hold of my cock, I slid it through her juicy slit, collecting her natural lubrication, but after just two trips, she recoiled as though the soft, slippery flesh were tender.

“Please, Daddy! Put it in my pussy!”

With one hand on her hip, the other guided my cock to her glistening slot and pushed the head in.

“Oh, wow!” It was my turn to exclaim at a tightness I hadn’t felt in a very long time. A couple of ins and outs to ease the way, and I was in deep, feeling her pussy gripping my invader.

“Ohhh! He’s big!”

She must have been referring to my girth, as my length is decidedly average. Squirming myself, I pulled back a little and back in, enjoying the snug fit, but my little girl kept begging daddy to ‘really fuck me!’

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhh, fuck!” she cried when four or five inches pounded back in.

My pace quickened gradually to a chorus of ‘Oh fucks’ and ‘Oh Gods.’ I reached for her tits, pressing them into her body and tweaking her nipples. I could tell she was close as the pitch and volume of her squeals changed, her arms giving way, and her chest falling to the bed when it hit.

I didn’t have too long to go myself, but I let up for a bit to give her some time to savor and recover.

“Oh yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my tight, little pussy!” she cried when I started up again, accelerating rapidly to flight speed.

I wasn’t going to last much longer, but wanted to be sure she came again, so my fingers came to the rescue with one diddling her clit and a thumb pressing on her back door. Her squeals and body language said she was on the cusp, and she went over with a loud cry. The timing was perfect. I pulled out, and a couple of quick strokes of my hand had my sticky semen splashing onto her back.

I fell to the bed beside her on my side, pulling her amazing little body to mine as my hand played gently with her tiny tits. We lay there for a few minutes while our bodies settled, until she turned her face to me.

“You could’ve cum in my pussy, Daddy. I’m on the pill,” she said, giggling at my pained expression. “But I liked feeling you cum on my back!” she chuckled and turned further to give me a tender kiss.

“You’re an amazing young lady, Madison,” I complimented, having to accept this was a one-off.

“Thank you, Daddy! Oh! Is that the time?” she asked excitedly, seeing the alarm clock behind me. “I have to go! Ben will be home soon, and he’ll be expecting me to be waiting at the door!”

She jumped out of bed and went running back to the kitchen for her clothes. I followed and entered the kitchen just as she was pulling the stretchy shorts up against her ass, ensuring those perfect cheeks were well displayed. She was about to pull the tube top on when I stopped her. I grabbed a dish towel, ran it under some water, and wiped my cum off her back. I got one of her million-dollar smiles in gratitude, and we went quickly to the front door. She opened it and peeked out.

“Good! His truck isn’t there yet!” she said as she turned to hug me. “Thank you, Mr. Mike! That was really incredible! Now remember! Not a word about yesterday, okay?” she asked with a concerned look.

“I promise,” I answered simply, and as quickly as it started, it was over, and she was gone; her beautiful body only a memory now.

Over the weekend, I was working in my front yard, pruning and trimming my decorative plantings, when I heard a voice calling, ‘Hey, Mike!’ I got off my knees and turned to see my neighbor Dave coming over. We chatted for a few minutes, with him asking for my advice on what to do about an ornamental tree he had in his front yard. I answered a few questions and then commented on the presence of Madison’s golf cart in the street.

“Yeah, they can’t get enough of each other,” Dave remarked.

“They’re quite fond of each other?” I questioned.

“Nah! They’re just having sex!” He laughed when he saw my confused look, though he couldn’t possibly know the reason for my puzzlement. “Look, they’re going away to different colleges in a few months, and we both know what happens there. We thought it better if he got some of that out of his system while still under our watchful eye. She’s a sweetheart, but that body, huh? You should see her in a swimsuit!”

“So, she comes over and they just …” I raised my eyebrows to fill in the last word.

“It’s not all sex. They’re good friends too, but they’re not in love or anything. But if you see her cart out here in the morning, you know they’ve had a good time the night before! And maybe even in the morning, for all we know!”

I laughed, thinking, ‘The little minx! IF I ever have her again, she’ll get that spanking this time!’

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This story was inspired by my seeing such a girl sneaking out of my neighbor's house in the early morning. I hope you enjoyed the fantasy that immediately formed in my mind enough to offer your 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments, and ... THANKS FOR READING!!