His Nasty Little Pussy

DAVID

Ava just kept getting better and better. Every time I thought I had her figured out, she went and did something unexpected. I couldn’t believe she’d snuck into my garage and fucked herself on my bike. She was completely insatiable. It was going to be a hell of a lot of fun trying to keep her satisfied. I realized I was already thinking of Ava as mine, already thinking of fully claiming her as a done deal, but damn it, I couldn’t help it. There was something about her that just drove me wild. I knew I’d never be able to get enough of her, and I also knew I’d never be able to let her go. I was just kidding myself if I thought otherwise.

I tried to concentrate on the table I was making, but all I could think about was Ava dangling from the rope ladder, her shaved, wet pussy in the early morning light and her tight little ass. It was going to be a long fucking day.

When the sun was finally starting to set, I went inside to get cleaned up and then grabbed the hamburger patties and buns I’d picked up at the store earlier before heading next door. Sam, Ava’s dad was already at the grill, and he gave me a grateful smile when I handed him the patties.

“Thanks, man,” he said, flipping the burgers that were already sizzling. “There’s beer in the coolers if you want one.”

I gave his shoulder a friendly pat and walked to grab a beer. Most of our neighbors were already there, and I gritted my teeth painfully when I saw the young kid from down the street sitting next to Ava on a deck chair. She looked gorgeous as usual in a small bikini. The tight pink t-shirt she’d thrown on over it was doing little to cover that perfect body of hers. I was happy to see that she wasn’t doing anything to encourage him, but I could tell that wasn’t going to stop him. I didn’t like the way his eyes were roaming over her curves, and I really didn’t like it when he scooted a couple inches closer.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The uncomfortable look on her face mixed with how her body seemed to shrink in as if she were trying to become as small as possible was all the confirmation I needed. I twisted the top off my beer and made my way over. Her eyes were downcast, staring so intently on the concrete in front of her that I didn’t think she’d notice me, but as soon as my boots came into her eyesight, she jerked her head up. A look of relief washed over her face at the sight of me, making me want to punch this stupid fucker in the face for upsetting her so much.

“Your mom needs your help in the kitchen, Ava,” I lied.

She gave me a grateful smile and mouthed a “Thank you” before jumping up to rush back into the house.

Turning my attention to the dipshit in the chair, I stared at him until he began to squirm under my gaze. “Stay away from her,” I said, my tone making it clear this wasn’t up for debate. He gave a fast nod of his head, looking very much like he was going to piss himself. “Why don’t you jump in the pool and cool off a bit. There are other young girls here. Go pick one of them.”

Without waiting for a response, I left to go help Sam at the grill. When the food was done, there was a flurry of activity as kids ran around while parents and other adults all tried to fill their plates. Trying to get out of the way, I looked up in time to see Ava scurrying up into the treehouse while everyone’s attention was on their food.

I waited a few minutes, but when she didn’t come down, I slipped back into my own yard unnoticed and stood beneath the giant tree. I debated before going up. I knew it was risky, and I knew there was a good chance she was just up there fucking herself, but the image of her worried face floated through my mind, and I couldn’t walk away. If there was even a chance that she was sitting up there alone and upset, I couldn’t leave her.

I climbed up the stairs, lifted the trapdoor, and found myself staring directly into Ava’s pussy. She was sitting on her ass with her legs bent and spread wide. Her bikini bottoms had become wedged in her pussy, making her bald lips plump out on either side. She’d slid a finger inside and was actively fucking herself, not even bothering to stop when I opened the door. Her t-shirt was lying on the floor, and her tits looked fucking fantastic with that thin fabric trying to contain them as they jiggled slightly with her movements.

“What if I had been someone else?” I shouted at her as quietly as I could. “What if I’d been that little fucker who was drooling over you earlier.”

“I would never have let that happen,” she said, her words coming out in breathy gasps as she began to stroke her clit. “I knew it was you. I was watching you the whole time.”

“Yeah, I bet you were,” I muttered, not able to take my eyes off her beautiful pussy.

Leaning forward, I licked a line up one swollen lip, drawing my tongue around her finger as she fucked herself faster, moaning at the now familiar taste of her. Reaching up, I undid both knots on either side of her bikini bottoms, letting the long strings fall down as I pulled the fabric away from her. It caught in her pussy lips, so I gave it another tug, making her camel toe disappear. I would’ve been sad to see it go if the new view I was getting wasn’t so fucking good.