Harold's in his toolshed, shirt off, sweat dripping down his hairy chest. He's wrestling with a shitty old lawnmower, grumbling to himself. "Fuckin' junk, gonna toss you in the ditch."
The shed door creaks. He looks up—there's Lilly, the 22-year-old neighbor girl, peeking in. She's cute as hell, blonde hair in a messy ponytail, wearing a tight tank top that hugs her perky boobs. Her shorts are short, showing off smooth legs. She's blushing already, twirling her hair.
"Uh… hi, Mr. Grayson," she mumbles, voice all soft. "Whatcha doing?"
Harold wipes his forehead with a greasy rag, smirking. "Hey, kid. Just fuckin' with this mower. You lost or somethin'?"
She steps inside, fidgeting. "N-no, just… bored. Summer's lame. Can I… watch you?"
He chuckles, low and rough. "Sure, sugar. Sit your ass down if you want."
Lilly plops on a crate, crossing her legs tight. Her eyes keep darting—to his hands, his chest, his crotch. Harold notices, dick twitching a little. *She's shy, but she's lookin'.*
"So, uh, you fix stuff a lot?" she asks, barely loud enough to hear.
"Yeah, keeps me busy," he says, tightening a bolt. "What about you? Scoopin' ice cream all day?"
She nods, giggling nervous. "Y-yeah, it's dumb. The boys there are so annoying."
"Boys your age are dipshits," Harold grunts, leaning back. "Need a real man to show ya what's what."
Her face goes red. "M-maybe," she whispers, eyes flicking to his bulge again.
Harold smirks. "You're a shy one, huh? Bet you don't even talk to those punks."
"I don't!" she blurts, then covers her mouth. "I… I'm too scared. They're loud and stupid."
He laughs. "Good. Stick with me, kid. I ain't loud, but I ain't stupid neither."
She smiles, small and shaky. The air's getting hot—sweat, tension, something dirtier bubbling up.
Lilly scoots closer, pointing at a wrench on the bench. "What's that for?"
Harold picks it up, grinning. "This? Fixes shit tight. Wanna hold it?"
She nods, reaching out. Her fingers brush his, and she yelps, dropping it. "Oops!"
The wrench clangs, and she stumbles off the crate—lands with her hand smack on his thigh, inches from his dick.
"Oh gosh, s-sorry!" she squeaks, face like a cherry. But her hand stays there, trembling.
Harold's dick jumps, tenting his jeans. He looks down, growling low. "You okay, kid?"
"Y-yeah," she stammers, staring at his bulge now, eyes huge. "It's… um…"
"What?" he teases, voice rough. "Spit it out, Lilly."
She bites her lip, barely whispers, "It's big. I-I've never seen one. Not… real."
He freezes. *Holy fuck, she's a virgin?* "You serious, kid? Never?"
She shakes her head, blushing harder. "I… I think about it, though. All the time. Boys scare me, but you… you don't."
Harold's dick's throbbing now. "Fuck me, Lilly. You're hornier than you look, huh?"
She nods, slow, eyes locked on his. "M-maybe. Is that… bad?"
"Nah," he says, pulling her up by the arm. "Means you picked the right guy to start with."
Her breath hitches. "You'd… do that? With me?"
"Fuck yeah," he growls, grinning like a wolf. "Let's see how shy you really are."
Harold yanks her close, hands on her hips. "You sure, kid? Last chance to run."
"I'm sure," she whispers, shaking but stepping closer. "I… I want it."
He grabs her tank top, tugging it up. "Let's see them tits then."
She gasps as it comes off—no bra, just perfect little boobs, nipples pink and hard. "Fuck, Lilly," he groans, cupping them. "These are goddamn cute."
"M-Mr. Grayson!" she squeals, but arches into his hands. "That feels… weird. Good weird."
He pinches her nipples, smirking. "You're wet already, huh? I can smell that pussy."
She whimpers, nodding. "Y-yeah… it's all tingly down there."
"Show me," he says, sitting on the stool, legs spread. "Drop them shorts."
Lilly fumbles with the button, blushing like crazy. The shorts hit the floor—her pussy's bare, no panties, glistening wet. Harold's dick's rock-hard now. "Fuck, kid, you're soaked."
She covers her face. "D-don't stare!"
"Too late," he laughs, unzipping his jeans. His dick springs out—thick, veiny, old but ready. "Look at this instead."
Her hands drop, eyes popping. "Oh my gosh… it's huge!"
"Damn right," he says, patting his lap. "Climb on, sugar. Back to me. We're gonna spoon this shit."
She hesitates, then turns, ass facing him. "L-like this?"
"Yeah, spread them legs," he growls, guiding her down. Her pussy brushes his dick, hot and slick.
"Oh God," she moans, trembling. "It's… it's gonna hurt, right?"
"Nah, I'll go slow," he says, nudging her open. "Relax, kid."
He slides in—inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around him. "Fuck, you're like a vice," he grunts.
Lilly whines, "It's so big! Oh… oh wow…"
"Take it, sugar," he mutters, hands sliding up to her boobs. He squeezes, rocking her slow. "How's that feel?"
"S-so full," she gasps, starting to move with him. "I… I like it!"
"Good girl," he growls, picking up speed. Her ass bounces, slapping his thighs, pussy dripping down his balls.
"M-Mr. Grayson!" she cries, voice shaky but loud now. "It's… it's too much!"
"Nah, you're takin' it perfect," he says, thrusting harder. "Cum for me, kid. Let that pussy go."
She shakes, moaning, "Oh God, oh God!" Her pussy clenches tight, juice gushing out as she cums, screaming, "Yes, yes!"
"Fuck yeah," Harold grunts, slamming up once more. "Here's mine, sugar!" He blows his load—hot, thick cum pumping deep, spilling out her pussy onto the stool.
Lilly's panting, limp against him. "I… I feel it… so warm…"
"Damn right you do," he chuckles, dick still twitching inside her. "You're a mess now, kid."
Lilly slides off slow, cum dripping down her legs. She grabs her shorts, pulling them up quick, tank top next. Her face is red, hair a mess.
"D-don't tell my mom, okay?" she whispers, peeking at him shy again.
Harold leans back, lighting a cigarette. "What, that I fucked her little girl silly? Nah, lips sealed, sugar."
She giggles, nervous but happy. "Th-thanks, Mr. Grayson. That was… wow."
"Come back if you want more," he says, blowing smoke. "You ain't shy with me no more, huh?"
She nods, smiling small, then bolts out the shed, legs wobbly. Harold watches her go, muttering, "Fuckin' hell, tightest pussy I've had in years."
He puffs his cig, grinning at the cum-stained stool. "Gonna be a fun summer."