When Charlton found the box under his fence, he could hardly believe what was inside. He'd only seen something like this advertised on porn sites, and they’d always been far too expensive for him to afford. Not to mention, the portal toy required another person to use it, and Charlton didn’t exactly have anyone to use it with. At least that was what he thought.
On the other hand, his neighbor’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Robin, seemed to have a different idea. He recognized her handwriting on the card that came with the box. Even so, he barely understood what he was looking at. Still, he sat on his worn mattress and stared at the portal toy for a long time, eagerly awaiting eleven o’clock.
Charlton only ever met Robin in passing. A tomboyish girl with shoulder-length brown hair, she usually only gave him a smile or a wave when they saw each other. But there was something else behind those smiles that Charlton couldn't quite put his finger on. Which he found surprising because it made no sense why someone as young, athletic, and attractive as Robin would be interested in an old, damn near obese, balding man like him. Still, when she worked in her family’s backyard, she’d often dress in a tight sports bra and baggy shorts that hung around her lower hips. When she bent over to pick up something, he would see the briefs she was wearing, conforming to her tight ass.
This only happened when he was home and on his back porch--the porch gave him the perfect view of his neighbor’s yard. It was as if she wanted Charlton to see her. Worse, or perhaps better, his room and hers had windows facing each other. He never bothered to look when she was younger, of course, and her curtains had always been closed. But now he noticed that she kept them open when he was in his room. Sometimes, she would even stand in the window and change right where he could see. She never looked his way. She never acknowledged him at all. But Charlton knew that she was aware of him. Knew he watched as she ran her hands over her small breasts and the dips of her abdomen.
At first, he’d been ashamed. He tried to ignore her, to pretend he didn’t see. But then he started to imagine the things he could do to her. He’d jack off while looking at her. Over time her little shows became longer and more frequent. She would take off her clothes and stand in the window, teasing her tight, young body, knowing he was watching.
It had been an unacknowledged game for months, but now this toy existed. This thing would allow him to touch her. To be inside her. If it worked.
Eleven o’clock hit, and Charlton went to the window. Just as the note said, the light in Robin’s room turned off. He waited, staring. He held his breath, and then she appeared in the window. The pale skin of her breasts shone in the moonlight, accented by the tan lines around her arms and belly. She wore a pair of underwear unlike any he’d ever seen on her before. More feminine than normal. The sight made his cock throb.
He watched as she opened the window and gestured for him to do the same. He did, allowing the cool summer air to wash over his sweaty skin. He was sure her view was not nearly as pretty as his. There was no muscle to show off. No tan lines from hard work and exercise. Just flabby rolls of fat and a pair of pale man-breasts that put hers to shame.
Her face was soft, with a pretty nose and lips that reminded him of the petals of a flower. Her eyes were dark in the night, and her hair flowed gently in the breeze. He imagined himself kissing the soft skin of her neck, running his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. Meanwhile, his neck wasn’t visible at all. His hair was thin and patchy in places. Hell, due to his age, he only had a few good teeth left in his head. Any sane girl her age would run screaming from a guy with his appearance.
Yet here she was, with her eyes locked on him from across the yard. He felt the need to speak, but his tongue was tied. Instead, he licked his lips and turned on the toy. He smiled as the fleshlight-like device turned on and where there had been nothing, there was now a set of soft, hairless lips. They were already wet and rosy with arousal.
He could hardly believe it. Someone was actually wet for him for the first time in decades. He would have to do something about that. It was rude to keep a girl waiting. Bringing the toy to his mouth, Charlton began to kiss the toy.
A soft moan floated in the air. Looking up, he saw Robin shifting on her feet as she leaned on the window sill. Her eyes were closed, and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. This little noise was all the encouragement Charlton needed.
It may have been a few years since the last time he’d eaten pussy, but like riding a bike, it came back to him in an instant. Closing his eyes, Charlton flicked his tongue over the erect nub of her clit. Like most things he ate, he savored it. He paid no mind to how sloppy he got in the process as saliva and her juices ran down his chin. The sounds of his sucking and slurping filled the room as he narrowed his entire focus on her pussy. So lost in the moment, he didn’t even stop when he felt her muscles quiver and tighten around his tongue as he explored her most intimate parts.
Charlton was a well-fed man, but at this moment he was starved. Robin was the food he’d been denied for so long, and he would enjoy every last morsel. The hand not holding the toy lifted his gut to stroke his cock. He was so hard it hurt, but that part of him could be ignored for the moment.
With a sloppy, wet pop, Charlton finally pulled away from the toy long enough to look up and view his handiwork. Robin was doubled over her window sill. He couldn’t see her face, but her body glowed with sweat, and she was shaking.
That set something off inside of him. Something that he believed was dormant or dead burned to the surface. Leaning back in his chair, Charlton kept his eyes glued to Robin as he put his fingers to the toy. Her skin was slick from his handiwork, allowing his pudgy fingers to glide along her folds with ease.
“Always been a damn tease,” he whispered. His fingers moved along her slit--up and down, dipping inside her and rubbing the sensitive spot just inside. “You figure you do something nice for the ugly old bastard next door? Give him a little show once in a while. Now this toy?”
His fingers moved faster. Old practice returned, adding deftness to the movements. His room filled with the slick sounds of him churning her wet little pussy. Charlton was on fire, but he was not out of control.
Across the gap, Robin shook. Her body spasmed as her hips bucked in an attempt to make contact with the one who was driving her wild. Her hands gripped the window sill with a tightness that brought the full definition of her toned arms into view. When her head tipped back, the moonlight illuminated the beautiful flush of her face.
Charlton watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her thrashing for him. His fingers slid from within her to rapidly rub her throbbing clit. The scream that nearly broke from her throat was muffled by her hand. Though her parents weren’t home, it was the middle of the night, and neighbors didn’t need to know.
He’d lost track of how many times he’d made her cum. Both of his hands were soaked in her juices, the metal casing of the toy slick in his grip. By the time he pulled back, she looked like a wild thing. Her hair was a mess, her skin shiny with sweat, and it looked like tears had been running down her cheeks.
God if he were in her room right now, his tongue would be on her skin, tasting the tang of her sweat. Sucking on those perfect pink nipples that stood pebbled in the moonlight. Then he’d make her do the same to him. He’d get a firm grip on her hair and make her suck on his man-tits, lick every fold on his neck and belly. Fuck her sweet little mouth and smother her with every ounce of fat on his belly.
“Probably didn’t think Ol’ Charlton had it in him, did you?” Charlton shook his head and laughed. “Didn’t think the old man could play. But he can. And look at you now.” He brought the toy down to his aching cock and pressed her swollen, wet lips to the head.
Her body stiffened. Robin lifted her eye and made eye contact. She didn’t look away as he slid the toy along the underside of his shaft. Even for a fat man, Charlton supplied a large and girthy member. And he made sure she felt every inch of it.
“You want this cock, baby?” he asked, his deep voice loud enough to carry to her window. He circled her clit around the tip of his cock--something that nearly sent him over the edge, but he managed to hold firm. Nothing was going to stop him from enjoying the first pussy he’s had in years.
It took her a second to respond. Her eyes closed as her body shook with excess pleasure. “Please,” she finally said. “Please, Mr. Walker.”
Oh, that was so fucking sexy. Charlton drove his cock into her wetness, barely granting her time to adjust to his size before he went in full speed. She was so tight, he wondered if she was a virgin. By the sound of her barely contained cry, she at least wasn’t used to someone of his size.
Charlton pumped the portal toy on his cock like he would any regular fleshlight. However, this was better than any cheap sex toy. The real Robin was wrapped around his shaft, taking him balls deep. She was just over the fence moaning and trembling because of him. He heard her begging for more, for him to take her harder—the regard for what the neighbors might hear thrown out her open window.
She pushed her shorts down her legs and crawled forward in the window. He watched as she balanced on something below the sill and stretched her arms up to grip the top of the window. Now she was on full display for him, her toned body dripping with sweat, the moonlight glistening off the juices that ran between her thighs and soaking through the portal panties. Even better, he could see his thick meat bulge her belly muscles and disappear with each stroke.
This was happening. He was actually fucking her, and she was letting him. More than just letting him, she had initiated the whole thing. She’d gone out of her way to purchase this toy just for him.
What did an ugly old guy like him do to deserve such a prize? That didn’t matter now. Now all that matters is focusing enough to finish her off. One last orgasm before he filled her with a load that had been building for hours.
It didn’t take long for him to get his wish. The inner walls of her pussy contracted, and he watched her lean forward, stomach muscles flexing as she came undone.
He fucked her through this orgasm just as he had the last ones, savoring the rippling sensation of her body against his. “You want my cum, baby girl?” he growled through gritted teeth. “You want this ugly fucker to paint your insides white?”
Her body was a shivering mess, but he heard her begging, “P- please, Mr. Walker! I can’t-- I need it!”
Charlton wrapped both meaty hands around the shaft of the portal toy and drove it onto his thrusting hips. Her cries of pleasure and the slapping of flesh on flesh pushed him over the edge. He shoved the toy firmly against his body and released himself in a torrent of sticky white cum.
His balls flexed as his orgasm seemed to go on and on. How long had it been since he experienced a release like this? Too long, in his opinion. His heart pounded against his ribs and streams of sweat ran through the dips and folds of his skin. A breeze from the window chilled his skin.
Across the fence, Robin practically glowed. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat. Strands of her hair stuck to her forehead, and her lips were parted as she panted. She shivered as Charlton removed himself from her, though he would have been happy to stay there all night. Once he was out, he glanced down to see her gaping pussy dripping with his load. He brought the toy to his lips and gave her clit a final lick before turning it off.
He turned his attention back to the teen in the window. He returned her smile with a warm one of his own and watched as she pulled the panties down her thighs. Even from his house, Charlton could see his cum drip down her legs.
Holding up the toy, he asked, “You gonna want this back?”
Robin gave him an incredulous look. “No. I bought it for you!” She climbed down from whatever she was kneeling on and leaned on her hands. Her expression fell, and she asked, “Do you not want it anymore?”
“Oh, I ain’t lettin’ this thing go!” Charlton replied with a laugh. She bought it for him.
“Which one of us is the pervert here?” he asked after a while. “The old man fucking his eighteen-year-old neighbor, or the eighteen-year-old who bought a sex toy for the old man?”
Robin’s laughter warmed his heart. “What if I bought it because I liked you?”
‘Then you need your head checked,’ he thought. But instead he said, “I’ll take good care of it.” He rose from his seat and raised his hand to close the curtain. “You get some sleep, now. I’ll wreck your cunt again tomorrow night.”
A bright smile spread across her face. She nodded and took her curtains in hand. “Good night, Mr. Walker! See you tomorrow.”
Their curtains closed and his room fell into silence. Charlton sat heavily on his bed, the old springs groaning under his bulk. She liked him? Checking the clock, he saw it was well after midnight. Nearly an hour-and-fifteen of foreplay and sex had passed in the blink of an eye. He should be exhausted, but his mind was still whirling with thoughts of Robin. Tomorrow he would have her again and she was eager for it.
He smiled to himself. Truly he was the luckiest old man in the world for someone so young and beautiful to want him. Charlton rolled back onto the bed and pulled the covers over his naked body. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep with images of Robin and her body dancing in his head.