Fuck my new nabour daughter with my two friends

My name is Kane, and I'm 29 years old. I live in a quiet neighborhood, just me in this small house that my parents left me. I'm what you call a loser no job that sticks, no girlfriend, just days blending into nights with video games and cheap beer. That all changed when a new family moved in across the street. Their house is bigger than mine, with a nice backyard and a pool . But it wasn't the house that got my attention. It was their daughter, Emma.

Emma is 18 years old, and damn, she is hot. She short brown hair that falls in soft waves around her face, big brown eyes that seem so innocent and wide, full of curiosity. Her skin is pale and smooth, like porcelain, and her body is slim but curvy in all the right places. She's got small, perky tits that push against her tight tops, a narrow waist that flares out to hips that sway when she walks, and long legs that make her look taller than she is. Her lips are pink and pouty, always slightly parted like she's surprised by the world. She's got that fresh, girl-next-door vibe, but with a spark that says she's meant for something bigger. She's studying to become a model, always practicing poses in front of mirrors or heading out for photoshoots. I watch her every chance I get, peeking from my window like some creep, but I can't help it. She's perfect.

Her family seems well-off. Her dad is a businessman, always traveling for work, gone for weeks at a time. Her mom is her manager, handling all the modeling stuff. They drive nice cars, and the house is always buzzing with activity during the day. But at night, that's when things get interesting for me. Emma has this routine. After school or whatever classes she takes for her studies, she goes out for photoshoots. She comes back late, usually with her mom, both of them chatting and laughing as they pull into the driveway. Emma's mom is in her forties, strict but pretty, with the same brown hair but longer. She fusses over Emma, making sure she's eating right and resting.

Once they're home, Emma changes into her swimsuit a simple black bikini that hugs her body tight. The pool is right there in the backyard, visible from my bedroom window if I angle just right. The fence isn't too high, and the lights around the pool make everything glow. She swims laps, her arms cutting through the water, her legs kicking strong. Water beads on her skin, dripping down her chest and stomach. Sometimes she floats on her back, her tits rising with each breath, nipples hard from the cool night air. I sit in the dark, my hand down my pants, stroking my cock slow at first, then faster as I imagine touching her. It's my dirty little secret, this routine. Night after night, I watch her swim, her body , and I cum hard, spilling onto my hand while whispering her name.

One night, everything shifted. It was a Friday, hot even after the sun went down. I was in my room, beer in hand, when I saw the mom's car pull out around 8 PM. She waved to Emma through the window, something about a late meeting or dinner with clients. Emma waved back, alone in the house. Her dad was still on a trip to New York, wouldn't be back for days. Perfect. My heart started pounding. I watched as Emma headed to the pool alone, no mom to supervise. She stripped down to her bikini in the living room—I could see through the glass doors and stepped out into the night.

The pool lights flickered on, turning the water blue. Emma dove in smooth, her body slicing the surface. She swam hard, back and forth, her breaths coming sharp. I was already hard, pressing against my jeans. But tonight felt different. I couldn't just watch. I needed more. Grabbing my phone, I called my buddies, Max and Kevin. They're black guys I've known since high school tall, built like athletes, with dark skin that shines when they sweat. Max is 30, shaved head, always smirking; Kevin's 28, dreads tied back, quiet but intense. We've shared stories, beers, and yeah, some wild nights. They owe me for covering their asses before.

Yo, Kane, what's up?' Max answered, voice low like he was expecting trouble.
Get over here,' I said, keeping my voice steady. Neighbor's daughter Emma. She's alone, swimming in the pool. Hot as fuck. We can... you know, have some fun.

There was a pause, then Kevin's laugh in the background. 'For real? That white girl you've been obsessing over? We're in.
They showed up fast, pulling into my driveway in Max's beat-up truck. I handed them black ski masks from my closet left over from some stupid Halloween shit. Wear these. No one sees our faces.We didn't talk much, just nodded, the air thick with excitement. My cock throbbed as we slipped out the back door, crossing the street quiet in the shadows. The neighborhood was dead, no one around. Emma's house loomed, the pool light spilling over the fence.

She was resting now, out of the water, lying on a lounge chair by the poolside. Towel under her, bikini still on, wet hair sticking to her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, chest rising slow, like she was dozing in the warm night. We vaulted the fence easy I'm not fit, but adrenaline made me quick. Max and Kevin moved like cats, masks on, their dark clothes blending into the night. I pulled mine down last, heart hammering.

We burst through the glass doors no lock, she must've left it open for air. Emma's eyes snapped open, sitting up fast. 'What who are you?' she yelped, voice high and scared. She scrambled back, chair tipping, her bare feet hitting the warm tiles.

Max grabbed her first, his big hand clamping over her mouth. 'Shut up, bitch,' he growled low. She fought, kicking wild, her nails scratching at his arm. Kevin pinned her legs, wrapping rope from his pocket around her ankles quick. I stood there a second, watching her thrash those big eyes wide with terror, just like in the movies. But this was real. Her bikini top shifted, one strap slipping down her shoulder, showing the edge of her pink nipple.

We dragged her inside, through the living room to the carpet. She was light, but strong twisting, muffled screams against Max's palm. 'Mmmph! Stop! Please!' she tried to say, tears starting. Kevin tied her wrists behind her back, tight enough to bite into her skin. We changed the plan right there why rush? Her mom was gone hours, dad far away. We could take our time, break her in proper. Virgin, I bet. Those model girls look pure.

Max ripped her bikini top off first, the fabric tearing easy. Her tits bounced free—small, firm, nipples hardening in the cool air from the AC. Emma bucked, screaming now that his hand slipped. 'No! Get off me! Help!' But the house was empty, windows shut. Kevin yanked her bottoms down, exposing her shaved pussy pink lips tight, untouched. She squeezed her thighs together, sobbing, 'Please, don't... Stop!'

I knelt by her head, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang out, hard and veiny, pre-cum already leaking. 'Open up,' I said, grabbing her jaw. She clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head wild, tears streaming down her cheeks. Max held her shoulders down, Kevin spread her legs despite her kicks. I pinched her nose, waiting till she gasped for air, then shoved my dick past her lips. She gagged hard, choking as I pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

Her mouth was warm, wet from spit and tears. She resisted fierce—biting down light at first, but I slapped her cheek sharp. 'Bite again, and we hurt you worse.' She whimpered around my shaft, tongue pressing against me unwilling. I started thrusting, slow then faster, fucking her face like a toy. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with snot from her cries. Max laughed low, pinching her nipples hard, twisting till she arched in pain. Look at this little white slut, he said, his voice muffled by the mask.

Kevin went for her pussy next. He rubbed his thick black cock against her slit bigger than mine, veiny and dark against her pale skin. She bucked, trying to close her legs, but the ropes held. 'No! It hurts! Stop!' she screamed when I pulled out for a breath, but I rammed back in, silencing her. Kevin pushed the head in slow, her virgin lips stretching around him. She was dry at first, tight as hell, but he spat on his hand, rubbing it over her. Inch by inch, he forced in, her walls clenching in protest.

Emma's body shook, muffled wails vibrating my cock. Blood tinged his shaft yeah, she was a virgin, hymen tearing. He groaned, 'Fuck, so tight,' and started pumping, shallow at first to let her adjust, then deeper, balls slapping her ass. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, juices starting to flow despite her sobs. She resisted every thrust, hips twisting side to side, but Kevin's weight kept her down. I fucked her mouth harder, feeling her throat bulge, her big eyes pleading up at me.

We switched after a bit Max wanted her pussy. He flipped her onto her stomach, ass up, face pressed into the carpet. She kicked weak now, energy fading, but still fighting, 'Please... no more... it burns.' Max lined up, his cock even thicker, black and throbbing. He slammed in without mercy, stretching her wider. She screamed raw, body jerking. I took her mouth again from the side, while Kevin freed his dick, stroking it hard.

Her ass was next virgin there too. Kevin spread her cheeks, her pink hole winking tight. She felt it, panicking, 'No! Not there! I'll do anything stop!' But we didn't. He pressed his tip against it, pushing slow. She clenched hard, resisting, but he slapped her ass red, forcing a finger in first to loosen. Lube from the kitchen—some lotion helped, but she cried out as his head popped in. Inch by inch, he buried deep, her ass swallowing him unwilling. Pain twisted her face, body rigid, but he started thrusting, grunting with each push.

Emma resisted the whole time thrashing when she could, begging between gags, 'It hurts so much! Pull out!' Her muscles fought, making it tighter for us, but that just made it better. We rotated: me in her ass, feeling her heat clench; Max in her pussy, double-penetrating with Kevin sometimes, her holes stuffed full. She went limp at points, sobbing, but we'd slap her awake, make her suck. Cum built fast—first Kevin in her ass, hot spurts filling her, leaking out white against her skin. Then Max in her pussy, breeding deep, her walls milking him despite everything.

I finished in her mouth, pulling her hair to hold her still. 'Swallow,' I ordered, and she did, choking on my load, bitter tears mixing. We weren't done. Untied her legs, bent her over the couch. She curled fetal, whispering 'Why... please go,' but Max dragged her up, fucking her pussy again, raw and sloppy now with cum dripping. Kevin took her ass standing, lifting her light body like a ragdoll. She resisted less, exhausted, but still pushed weak hands against chests, 'No more... I can't...'

Hours passed we used every hole. Her mouth swollen from sucking, lips bruised. Pussy red and gaping, ass sore and leaking. She fought till the end, scratching, biting when free, but three on one wore her down. Finally, as dawn hinted, we cleaned upwiped her with towels, retied loose. We slipped out, over the fence, back to my place. Emma lay there, broken our cum inside her.

After that I was afraid that she might tell her mom but she never did and everything became normal once again and I was waiting for another opportunity.