My Neighbour Tilly, An Erotic Story

An Erotic Story.

Tilly was a neighbor who liked to visit and ride horses. After his daughter went to college, Frank began watching her from a deer stand situated right behind her house. From there, their relationship took a more personal turn.

The house had become very quiet since my daughter went to college a few months ago. My wife had died in an accident when our daughter was just a toddler, so I had been raising her alone all these years. We received a significant settlement from the accident and bought a small ranch in the countryside. On the back 10 acres, I kept a couple of horses for occasional trail rides, mainly because my daughter loved taking care of them. A neighbor's house was just across the fence, accessible from the road on the other side.

A pretty girl named Tilly lived in this house. Tilly also loved horses but didn't have any of her own, so it wasn't unusual for her to wander over whenever she saw my daughter out working or grooming the horses. She was probably no more than a young teenager when she first started coming over, which would make her about 16 or so now . . . maybe older.

A young woman drinking coffee

As I mentioned, Tilly was a very attractive girl, with wavy blond hair and big blue eyes. Her body was trim and fit, and she looked fantastic in a swimsuit. I knew this because she had a swimming pool in her backyard, and I had seen her there many times. Occasionally, she would slip on her sandals and come over to see what we were doing with the horses, still wearing her skin-tight swimsuit. With her beautiful face and great little figure, I always knew she would grow up to be stunning.

I hadn't really seen much of Tilly since my daughter left for school. I would occasionally spot her in her yard when I was out with the horses, and we would exchange waves and hellos, but I guess she didn't feel comfortable coming over without my daughter around. With hunting season approaching, I decided to move my deer stand from the woods to a tree at the back of the horse pasture. There had been an overabundance of deer in recent years, and I had noticed them frequenting the horse pasture a lot lately.

One evening later that week, I got home around 10 pm and went out back to feed the horses. They were, of course, not happy that I was late with their dinner. I heard some noises in the woods nearby and decided to climb up in the deer stand to see if the deer were passing through the pasture. As I sat quietly and looked around, I noticed several lights still on behind me at Tilly's house. Since there was no house behind them, they didn't have any window coverings closed, and I could see her parents sitting in front of the TV in the living room. The window of the next room was also lit up, and I could see a bed with a frilly comforter neatly spread out across it and a dresser with a mirror on it. It looked like a girl's room, so I assumed it was Tilly's. She wasn't in it, so I felt only a little mischievous... studying her room and imagining her lying in her bed... naked.

I hadn't noticed the small frosted window just beyond her bedroom window until I observed movement through the blurred glass. It had to be a bathroom, given its height. I saw flesh-toned movements several times until Tilly suddenly emerged from the bathroom into her bedroom. She had a red towel wrapped around her, covering her from her chest to just below her hips. I realized I wasn't seeing that bright red in the bathroom window, so it must have been her bare skin. My mind told me to stop looking and climb down, but my body and increasing arousal wouldn't let me move.

She sat on her bed, facing the mirror, and began brushing her wet hair. After a few minutes, she returned to the bathroom. Again, my brain signaled it was time to leave, but my now fully aroused state urged me to stay until she came back into the room. And I was glad I did. Tilly finally turned off the bathroom light and returned to her bedroom. Her hair was dry now, and she still wore her towel as she pulled some clothes from the dresser drawers.

My jaw dropped as she turned and let her towel fall to the floor. It happened in an instant, but I saw her entire naked form before she sat on her bed. Viewing her from the side, I couldn't recall her having such beautiful breasts before. They were small and almost pear-shaped, but from the side, I could see her right nipple protruding from her chest atop a "handful mound of flesh." She had beautiful breasts, but no hair below.

I continued watching, waiting for her to do something, then realized she was examining herself in the mirror. First, she sat up straight, pushing her chest out as far as she could, then she reclined on her elbows, tilting her head from side to side before opening her legs. I cursed the fact that I could only see her from the side as I felt my arousal pressing against my pants. She admired her body for another minute or two, then sat back up and leaned over, placing her feet into her panties one at a time and pulling them up.

When they reached her thighs, she rolled back, lifting her bare ass off the bed and pulling her panties the rest of the way up. After that, she found her nightgown and dropped it over her head, then put her arms in and let it fall over her body. She stood up and did a little dance (I presumed she had music playing), then walked over to the door and turned off the light. I could just barely make her out as she made her way back to the bed and climbed in. I watched until she got all covered up and stopped moving, then went back inside my own house and jerked off, imagining myself lying on her bed with her sitting up on top of me, brushing through damp hair while she rocked her hips up and down with my cock stuffed high up inside her.

The next time I saw Tilly in her backyard, I called her over to the fence and asked why she hadn't been over in so long. "The horses miss having you around," I told her. "You know . . . you can come over and ride anytime you want."

"Really?" she asked. "I didn't know if you would want me over without your daughter being here. I miss them too."

She seemed genuinely happy that she could be around the horses again. In fact, she came over not 30 minutes later, while I was still in the barn messing around. She went to both stalls and talked to each of the horses while she stroked them with her hand. It was a sweet site to watch, especially since she was wearing a pair of tight blue-jean shorts and a bare midriff crop top.

"You can saddle one up if you want to ride," I suggested.

"Can I just ride bareback?" she asked. "I'm just going to stay right around here."

"If you want," I agreed, moving over to assist her in placing the bit in the horse’s mouth for the reins. She led the horse out of the barn, and when she paused, I interlocked my fingers low for her to step into on her way up onto the horse's back. Facing me, she placed her left foot in my hands, then turned around and swung her right leg over the horse as I lifted her up.

I watched her firm little butt pass right in front of my face and tried not to make a sound. She glanced down at me with a smile, thanked me, and I once again pictured her looking down at me as she moved against me. She began to walk the horse away from me slowly, her hips gently bouncing up and down on the horse's back, making me wish I were that horse.

I returned to what I was doing for a while, but couldn't stop thinking about Tilly out there in tight shorts, her legs open on my horse. I went outside where I could see her, and as I watched, I wondered how a girl couldn't feel aroused riding bareback. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed like she was deliberately rubbing herself against the horse's spine with each stride. When she turned to come back toward me, I could have sworn she tried to sit more still as she rode. I walked out to meet her to ensure she didn't need anything (but really . . . just to see her up close again on that horse).

"Do you hunt out here?" she asked as she approached. She was looking toward my deer stand as she asked.

"Not yet," I replied. "But maybe this fall."

"You better not shoot the horses", she warned me with a grin.

"I'll try not to", I said, trying to get a good look between her legs . . . without her seeing me, just on the off chance that she was getting her jollies on my horse.

"Can I get in the stand?" she asked, turning the horse towards it . . . before I could answer. I followed on foot.

"Sure, if you want to,” I replied.

Tilly slid down the side of the horse until her feet hit the ground, then handed me the reigns and went to the bottom of the ladder. I watched her sweet little ass sway from side to side as she climbed, moving closer . . . so I was almost looking straight up at her. Her shorts did look a lot darker up between her legs, but that could have been the shadows, or where the seams come together, but I hoped it was wet from her pussy . . . being rubbed up against my big horse.

She sat down at the top and looked around, commenting on how different everything looked from up that high. She looked around behind her and noticed her house. "Wow, I can see in my room from up here."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Which one is yours?" She looked down at me with a big smile on her face. "Why do you want to know?" she teased.

"Just curious," I said. "You brought it up."

She looked back at the house and pointed. "It's the one to the right of the patio," she answered. "But you better not sit up here and watch me . . . now that you know," she warned with a playful grin.

"I wouldn't do that," I said, grinning back. "Besides, what would I see if I did?" I asked, already knowing.

"You'd be bored, I promise," she replied with a quick wink.

"Oh, I doubt that," I said, wishing I hadn't . . . as the words were coming out of my mouth. She gasped in surprise, then grinned bigger. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"Nothing," I said, feeling myself blush. "It just sounded like you were putting yourself down, and I was disagreeing." She sensed my uneasiness but pursued the conversation more. "Disagreeing about what?"

"That someone would be bored watching you," I said. "You're a very attractive girl, and guys don't get bored watching pretty girls."

She was grinning from ear to ear . . . hearing the compliment. "Why do I feel like you're going to be watching me . . . from up here . . . from now on?"

"I never said that," I said defensively. "And we better change the conversation before it gets even more naughty."

She laughed at me, and started climbing down. I stood at the bottom of the ladder and watched her ass come closer and closer. She looked down and caught me inspecting her body, but chose to ignore it.

"I'd better get home," she announced. "You want me to put the horse up?"

"No," I said, "I'll do it for you."

"OK, thanks", she replied. "I'll come over tomorrow and brush him out for you. I know I'm not supposed to ride . . . without doing some chores. Your daughter taught me that."

I began walking the horse back to the barn, but turned and watched Tilly climb up and over the split-rail fence as I walked. Once on the other side, she looked back at me and gave me a smile and a wave before jogging to the back door and going inside.

I kind of felt weird about our conversation and hoped she didn't tell her parents about it. On the other hand, she didn't seem weirded out about it one bit. In fact, she sorta seemed to enjoy it. The more I thought about her, the more my cock itched. I finally pulled it out right there in the barn and jerked off, pretending it was her hand doing the pulling . . . while I unzipped her tight shorts and maneuvered my hand inside her panties, cupping her warm, wet pussy. I started cumming as I imagined my finger slipping inside her tight, silky hole, and I could almost hear her yelp in delightful surprise. That teen girl really had a way of turning me on.

That night, I felt compelled to check on the horses and decided to take an old pair of binoculars with me. Coincidentally, it was the same time of night when I had seen Tilly through her window a few nights before. I barely glanced at the horses before noticing her bedroom light was on, and instead, I climbed into the deer stand. I sat sideways on the seat, watching her empty bedroom. Her bathroom light was on, so I patiently waited for her to come out.

She went through her usual routine, sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel, brushing her wet hair while looking in the mirror. As she got up to dry her hair, she paused and looked out the window before returning to the bathroom. When she came back a few minutes later, she went straight to the window, cupped her hands around her eyes, and tried to see outside. I knew I was concealed by the darkness and she couldn't possibly see me, but it still felt as though she was looking directly at me. She returned to her bed and sat facing the mirror again.

She checked the window one more time before she let her towel drop down to her waist. I was seeing her from the side, but that didn't stop my cock from rising. I held onto it through my pants as she leaned up and grabbed a bottle from her dresser. I picked up my binoculars and focused in on her naked body. She poured some of its contents into her hand and began rubbing it on her opposite arm, then switched hands and did the other arm. She started rubbing some on her flat belly, and checked the window before she rubbed some of the lotion on her breasts. Even from across her backyard, (thanks to the field glasses) I could tell her nipples responded to what I surmised was the liquid, and became fully erect.

She stood up and held her towel at her hips to keep it from slipping. She switched on a small lamp beside her bed, then walked to the door and turned off the bright overhead lights. Her room was much dimmer, but I could still see her! She let the towel drop to the floor and rolled naked onto her bed. Sitting up against the headboard, she faced me and poured more lotion into her hand. Her alluring legs were stretched out in front of her, kept closely together. She drew her left knee up and crossed her foot over the other side of her right leg, seemingly careful to keep her thighs together and occasionally glanced at her window.

My cock was throbbing and I let it out of my pants at this point. After coating her left leg with lotion, she repeated the exercise on the other leg. When she finished, she put both legs out flat in front of her again, then filled her hand with lotion one more time. She stared at the window for what seemed like a long time, then finally opened her legs and slowly rubbed lotion between them. Between her hand and the dim light to her side, I couldn't make out much, but I knew what she was doing and started pulling on my cock . . . as I watched.

She continued to rub on her pussy for a minute or so, but kept looking at the window and seemed to be too nervous to really enjoy herself. She looked kind of mechanical instead of someone masturbating. She finally chickened out and reached over to turn off the lamp. I kept watching, but it was pretty dark. Every once in a while I would see movement that made me think her knees were pulled up and her legs were parted. I finished jerking off, shooting my load out into the night, hoping that she was in there getting herself off too.

The following morning, Tilly arrived promptly as she had promised, just as I was heading out to the barn. As she approached, I couldn't help but notice how her tight black shorts accentuated her figure. They were made from a shiny, sleek material that clung to her skin, so much so that it revealed a "camel toe," outlining her form beneath. Her yellow top, held up by thin straps, ended a couple of inches above her shorts, creating a striking look that seemed intended for my eyes.

While I tidied up the storage room and she groomed one of the horses, we engaged in light conversation. I found myself frequently glancing at her firm figure whenever she had her back turned. Her shorts were snugly fitted, leaving no trace of panty lines, which made me wonder if she was wearing any underwear at all. Despite my rising excitement, I managed to control myself. Eventually, I couldn't resist any longer and decided to join her where she was.

I used the horse as an excuse, and stood next to her as she leaned over brushing the horse's lower half. I ran my hand down the horse's side. "You're doing a good job," I told her.

"Thanks," she replied, looking up at me with a smile. Her top was loose and hanging down. At that point, it was confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see both of her budding breasts hanging from her chest. She noticed that I was looking down her top and stood up. "I should probably dress more appropriately . . . if I'm going to be around horses, huh?" she asked as she adjusted her shirt, with a big smile on her face.

"I love the way you're dressed," I responded, risking sounding like the perv I actually was.

She grinned, "You wouldn't rather me be in jeans and boots?"

"To begin with . . . you would look cute in anything," I said, patting her upper arm. "Might as well show it off."

"Am I showing it off?" she asked as she began to blush. She turned her back to me and resumed brushing the horse.

"Not really," I said, knowing that she was. "I probably shouldn't even be looking at you . . . like that."

She looked back at me over her nearly bare shoulder. "It doesn't hurt to look," and not caring that I noticed or not, her focus was now on my erect cock that was pushing out the front of my jeans.

I stepped up right behind her and ran my hands up and down her arms. "That's why I like you. You seem much more mature than most girls your age."

She leaned back against me. "Awe, thanks", she said, crossing her arms and grabbing my hands with hers. She pulled them across her body, forcing me to give her a hug from behind. I felt her firm butt pressing up against me . . . just below my crotch as I held her and rubbed my hands across her arms.

"You have great skin, too," I added. "Do you use lotion on them or something?"

She pulled away from me and turned around to face me, just as my cock was getting big enough for her to fully feel it. "Why would you ask that?" she queried.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just curious. Am I right? Do you use lotion on your body?"

"I thought we were just talking about my arms?" she clarified, holding back a grin.

"I like the thought of you rubbing lotion . . . all over your whole body . . . much better," I said, knowing that was going to sound really almost naughty. She turned back to the horse. "Have you been up in your deer stand lately?" she asked, almost hopefully.

"Are you trying to change the subject?" I probed. She shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer. "Actually I have," I admitted. "Sometimes I sit up there at night...to see the animals come out."

"So did you see anything?" she asked, not looking back.

"Yeah, actually I did," I replied. "I saw something pretty interesting. Maybe I'll try again tonight . . . when the moon's brighter. It was a little dark to see much last night."

Tilly half glanced back at me. She knew what we were talking about . . . but didn't want to admit it. "Maybe so," was all she said. Changing the subject, she said: "I think he's ready for me to ride him."

I knew she was talking about the horse, but I wished she had been talking about me. I grabbed the halter off the wall and put it on the horse while she put the brush away. We met back beside the horse and she was waiting for me to put my hands down for her to step into. Instead, I reached down and swooped her up in my arms, with one arm behind her back and the other behind her thighs. She screamed in delight as I swung her up onto the horse's bare back, letting my hand slide up her leg and across one butt cheek.

I gave her a quick pat on the top of her butt for good measure before I walked to the front of the horse and handed her the reigns. She couldn't stop grinning at me until she was out the double doors and into the field. I was so turned on . . . that I didn't want to wait until she left . . . to jerk off. I stood behind a stack of hay bales just inside the doors and let my cock out. Tilly stayed close to the barn again since she was riding bareback, so she noticed me watching her. When she came toward the barn, I was imagining that it was me she was bouncing up and down on with her legs spread out like that. She was actually looking right at me when I started cumming. I tried not to let it show on my face, but I don't know how good of a job I did. She turned before reaching the barn, then looked back again, seeing me at an angle through the open doors. My cock was still hanging out and dripping with cum. I tried to press it up against the hay, but by the way she did a double take and then smiled, I think she may have seen it. And that was OK with me.

Later that night, I was eagerly waiting for her to return from the bathroom. I had my legs dangling off the side of the deer stand, already exposed, when she finally emerged with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her. She crossed the room, and I thought she was about to turn off the lights, but instead, she seemed to be checking the lock on her door. As she walked back across the room, she let her towel fall to the floor, glancing at her window with a smile, aware that I was watching her.

She stood in profile, brushing through her wet hair in front of her mirror, while I began to rise and gently squeezed for encouragement. That night, she deviated from her usual routine by not returning to the bathroom to dry her hair. Instead, she crawled to the center of her bed on her knees, squatting down onto her feet with her back to me. I saw her cute round backside with her toes peeking out from beneath and wondered what she intended to do in that position.

She looked back over her shoulder at the window for a second, then turned back around and moved one hand in front of herself while she propped herself up with the other. I could only see the elbow of the arm in front of her, and it was moving slowly up and down. Soon her hips were rocking in time with her elbow and I knew she was rubbing her sweet wet pussy. I was holding onto my cock, which was fully erect now, and watched as her feet slipped out from under her butt to each side of her hips. Her ass was flat on the bed now and she began to lie back, keeping her legs doubled under at her sides.

Her head rolled all the way back until she could see the window, and she smiled before lying flat and facing the ceiling. Now I could plainly see her one hand planted firmly between her legs and she was definitely working it. I didn't even notice her other hand move until she brought her hair brush up with it and positioned the handle between her legs. She held onto the head of the brush with both hands and was rubbing it up and down her pussy. When the angle of the brush began to fall away from me, I knew she must have been putting it inside her tight little pussy.

I'm currently pleasuring myself, trying to match her pace, but she's quickly increasing speed. In less than a minute, she's lifting her hips off the bed with her feet and tilting her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, not looking my way. Recognizing that expression, I climaxed alongside her, hearing my release land on the dry leaves below after a brief delay. Once she was done, she swiftly got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, not acknowledging me through her window. It seemed as if she was embarrassed.

The next day I bought her a little present and put it in the barn . . . until she came over again. When I saw her out in her backyard that afternoon, I motioned for her to come over. She met me in the barn a few minutes later and seemed a little nervous. I hoped she wasn't regretting giving me a show last night.

"Hey, I was thinking about you last night while I was up in the stand and realized I hadn't got you a birthday present yet," I said.

"It's not my birthday," she advised me with a sheepish grin.

"Oh . . . well when was it?" I asked.

"About three months ago," she said.

"Yeah, and I forgot to give you your present", I explained as I picked a brown bag up from the table and handed it to her. "You turned . . . what . . . fifteen?"

"Uh, huh", she said as she grinned like it really was her birthday and pulled out the contents. Her face went blank when she saw the long plastic device. "Oh my God! Is this what I think it is?" she asked, looking around to make sure nobody was looking.

"It's a massager," I explained. "What did you think it was?"

She was silent for a few seconds. "The same," she replied in a serious tone, as she inspected its flesh color and obvious phallic shape.

"Let me show you how to turn it on," I said, taking it from her hand. I twisted the blunt end, and it started to vibrate and hum in my hand. I stood right in front of her and pressed it against the middle of her back, moving it up and down. "See, when you have a spot that's aching or itching, you just press this against it... and it feels so much better."

She looked up at me, almost rolling her eyes in disbelief. I moved it further down, aiming the rounded tip just below the small of her back over her tight black denim shorts. "It doesn't even have to be your back," I said as I moved it down between her buttocks. "Just place it wherever it feels good."

She giggled and pulled my arm from around her. "Ok, I get the idea." The thing was still vibrating as I held it between us and I let it rest between her young tits. I let if fall to one side over the small protrusion that I knew was her stiff nipple.

She giggled again.

"That tickles," she remarked, grabbing my hand and gently pulling it down from her chest. It rested against her ribs as I moved it down her front, centering it on her exposed belly. I paused at her belly button, maneuvering it as if to slip it inside her shorts. She released my hand and continued to watch my face as I played around.

I looked down at it, occasionally glancing up at her pretty face as I moved it to the top of her shorts. There was a tie string at the top and three small brass buttons, with the last one just above her hidden area. I passed the string until it touched the first button. I checked her expression and saw her grin, so I continued to the second button. When she didn't stop me, I let it buzz against the lowest button.

She was watching me with a serious face, almost daring me to go farther. When I took the assumed dare and moved it lower, she grabbed my hand again, but not before I managed to get the tip of it down to where her pubis curves . . . under between her legs. I was pressing it against the beginning of her slit and holding it tight as she timidly tried to push my hand back.

"Or I guess you could even use it . . . right here," I stated.

She no longer attempted to push my hand away. It seemed more for show than to actually make me stop. She giggled nervously, then quickly gave up and simply held onto the back of my hand as I began to move it up and down between her legs. I felt my erection pressing against the inside of my own shorts.

"I don't know if this is doing anything for you, but it's really turning me on," I told her. She gave a bashful smile and shrugged. "Imagine how it would feel... if you weren't wearing those thick denim shorts," I suggested hopefully.

She raised her eyebrows and grinned as the idea took hold in her mind. Her silence suggested she wasn't entirely against it. With the vibrator still in one hand, I lifted her by the waist and placed her on some nearby hay bales stacked three high. When I tugged at the string at the top of her shorts, she placed her hand on mine. "Wait," she said.

I didn't want her to think about it, but just go with her animal instincts. I began to push her top button back through the buttonhole. "I'll just run it over the top of your panties," I said as the button popped through.

Her hand was still on top of mine as I worked on the second button. "I don't think so," she said, as the second button released and the front of her shorts began to spread open.

"We'll stop whenever you want," I tried to convince her . . . as I began to push the last button free. She looked back at the barn doors and I wasn't sure if she was making sure that nobody was around or if she was thinking about jumping down and running. With her shorts open all the way down to her pubis, I still didn't see the top of her panties. I grabbed her shorts on both sides and began pulling them down. She still seemed nervous, but lifted her ass anyway to help me. Her bald pussy lips instantly came into view. "Where are your panties?" I asked.

"That's what I was trying to tell you," she said. "I didn't put any on today when I came over."

"I like you more and more every day," I said . . . as I pulled her shorts all the way off. "Is that why you like to ride bareback so much?"

She was actually blushing a little. "I was wondering if you would ever figure that out," she admitted.

I picked up the vibrator and started at her belly button again. She was sitting upright with her legs together. My arousal was noticeable, and she smiled, briefly touching me. I moved the vibrator to her slit, slowly going deeper each time. She eventually opened her legs, and I pressed against her knees, encouraging her to open them further as I moved closer.

Now her pink clit was sticking out between her pussy lips and I concentrated the end of the vibrator on it, sliding it up and down and moving it around in a circular motion over it. I felt her legs tighten against my hips as she rocked back a little. When I moved the end of the vibrator down between her lips and over the opening of her vagina, she dropped back onto her elbows, finally getting a little more comfortable with the situation.

I could see the inner lips of her pussy glistening with moisture, and the tip of the vibrator slid inside her just an inch or so. I moved it around in circles, trying to stretch out her tight little hole before I pushed it in another inch. She reached down and pulled on my hand, indicating for me to pull it out. Even before it was out . . . she was moving my hand up, making the vibrator slide against her clit again.

The vibrator brought some of her pussy juice up with it and coated her clit immediately with the slippery stuff. She laid all the way onto her back and moaned, still holding onto the back of my hand. I took my free hand and guided her teen hand to the other side of the vibrator, and we held onto it together for a few seconds while she began to guide where she wanted it and how hard she wanted it against her. I began to let my hands fall away while she took full control.

I hated to see her vagina being ignored, so I began to play with the opening with my middle finger, sliding it in just a little and moving it around. Since she couldn't see me anymore, I used my other hand to quietly unzip my pants and pull my stiff cock out. She was rocking her hips as she massaged her clit with the vibrator and I had my finger all the way inside her within a few more seconds. I began to gently rub my shaft with my other hand, holding the tip of it just far enough away from her pussy that she didn't feel it.

She was getting more and more into it and tried to lift her legs higher, but finding nowhere to plant her feet, so she let them drop back down. I was more than happy to help her out, and grabbed the back of her knees with both hands, lifting them up and putting her feet on the front of my shoulders. In the process of doing this, my throbbing cock accidentally pressed right up against her pussy. She never stopped working on her clit, but did lift her head to look down and confirm what she thought it was up against her. She must have been OK with it, because she laid her head back and closed her eyes without a comment.

Hell, if she was OK with it, I was sure OK with it. I used one hand to hold the tip of my cock against her pussy, and slid it up and down, making contact with the vibrator at the top and going all the way down to her asshole at the bottom. After a few strokes, I stopped at her vagina and held the tip firmly against it. With steady pressure, it slipped inside a little, making her emit a slight yelp. I began to slowly move it in and out, making constant progress until I was a little more than halfway into her tight pussy.

With a few more strokes, I was finally lubricated enough that I could just push through her cherry and plant my balls against her ass. I stopped and held myself as deep inside her as I could push . . . while she continued to rock to and fro with the vibrator at the top of her slit, relishing the feeling of my cock stuffed inside this really cute girl. She began to make soft short moaning sounds, and the speed of her rocking hips increased. She pushed back at my shoulders with her feet and lifted her ass up off the hay.

I reached under and grabbed both of her ass cheeks with my hands and started pumping her, matching the speed of her hips and grinding my fingers between her cheeks. She was already starting to cum and at the same time, I felt the fluid rising from my balls. Soon . . . wad after wad of sticky semen shot out of my cock and deep into her young pussy. It was the most intense orgasm I ever remembered having in my life.

I was actually a little dizzy when we finally came to the end of our mutual climax, and leaned in to rest my hands on the hay at her sides. She lifted the vibrator and looked at it to see how to turn it off, and set it to the side. "I don't think we were supposed to do that," she commented, still breathing heavily.

My cock was still inside her, although not at its peak hardness anymore. I began moving it in and out again, wanting to fuck this girl as long as I could. She pushed at my chest with both her hands and feet. "I think you're done . . . for now."

I reluctantly stood up and pulled out of her, watching a mixture of pussy juice, semen, and a hint of her virginal blood ooze from her pussy and drip from my cock. "But we do . . . have to try this again," I said.

She sat up and lifted herself with her hands to avoid sliding across the prickly hay as she got to her feet. "I shouldn't have let you do that . . . this time", she said with a grin as she stepped beside me and bent over to pick up her shorts from the ground.

I turned and grabbed her hips, pressing my half erect shaft up against her butt before she stood back upright. "I want to do this again . . . soon," I said.

She moved forward and away from me. "I'll think about it," she said as she put her shorts back on. "Who knows... maybe I'll see you tomorrow," she added while placing her birthday gift—a pseudo cock—back in the bag and hurried toward the barn doors.

"Or maybe I'll see you tonight?" I called out.

She turned back as she exited through the doors, holding up the bag with a big smile, then disappeared around the corner. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened. I never expected it to go that far, but I'm really glad it did.