Emily and the Koi Pond
by Ashley
Copyright© 2025 by Ashley
Erotica Sex Story: It was a chance encounter that brought widower Frank Walker and young Emily together in an unlikely friendship - a carelessly thrown Frisbee that landed in his koi pond. Her innocence and budding sexuality were both a joy and an almost irresistible temptation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex Petting .
I was sitting in my garden one late spring morning, enjoying the sunshine and the tinkling laugh of the girl whose garden shared a boundary with mine at the rear, as she played some game or other. I’d heard her, and sometimes her parents, quite a few times over the years, but never knowingly seen any of them.
I should really have been working, but, as a freelance writer, I could normally afford to make up my schedule to suit myself. Anyway, I told myself, I’m not goofing off, I’m thinking.
Then a Frisbee sailed over the thick hedge between our yards and landed in my koi pond. I sighed and got up to fetch a bamboo cane from my greenhouse to fish it out. Just as the end of the cane was hovering over the toy, I heard my doorbell ring.
I was pretty sure I knew who it would be, so I laid the cane down and went to answer it. When I opened the door, there was the most beautiful young girl standing there, a beaming smile on her face. I guessed she was about fourteen or maybe fifteen, mostly based on the size of her little breasts. Unencumbered by a bra, they looked to be a small handful, and the thought of doing just that made my dick start to swell. They were topped by tiny but very hard nipples that showed clearly through her tight spaghetti-strapped crop top. The nipples, along with the bare and slightly rounded tummy, and the light summer skirt that barely came to her knees, made me even harder.
Taking all that in took barely a second, and when my eyes returned to her cute face, with her bright blue eyes and the tiny ringlets in her dirty blonde hair, she was still smiling happily.
“Hi,” she said. “My name’s Emily, and I live at the end of your garden.”
“How do you do?” I answered, “I’m Frank. It’s very good to meet you, Emily.” As we shook hands, I added, “I’m guessing that you’re the proud owner of a pink Frisbee?”
She giggled incredibly prettily, “Yes,” she admitted.
“Come on through, I said, gesturing for her to go through the house to my backyard. “It landed in my koi pond, and I was just trying to get it out.”
“I’m sorry about that,” she said, trotting ahead.
“Don’t be,” I assured her. “No harm done.”
As she went through my back door, the sun shone onto the front of her skirt, rendering it almost transparent. For just a second, the shape of the lower half of her young body was clearly visible, and made my already half-erect penis grow to its full length. I prayed she wouldn’t notice it through my cargo pants.
We went to the end of the garden, and I managed to fish the Frisbee out and tried to offer it to her, dangling on the end of the cane, but she was too busy peering down into the pond.
“Wow. Your fish are so big, and so pretty,” she gushed. As she bent down for a closer look, I could see the lower half of her panties, hugging the roundest, cutest little bottom I thought I’d ever seen.
I put my hand in my pocket and gave my hardon a little rub as the sight of her beautiful little cheeks made me want to get it out and masturbate like a horny teenager.
“Thank you,” I said. And then I had an inspiration. “Would you like to feed them?” I asked. “They sometimes take food from your fingertips,” I added. I had no idea if they would - I’d never tried - but it seemed plausible, and it would mean her bending over my pond, possibly even lower...
“Really? Can I?”
“Sure. I’ll go get their food,” I said, dragging my eyes reluctantly from her pert behind, and almost running into the house to do so.
I sat in my garden lounge chair, watching the most delectable ass, jiggling gorgeously as she moved around, trying to give each of my three fish an equal share, while giving myself surreptitious little rubs every now and again.
“The one that has the most spots is Eve, the one with the white back is Bob, and the other one is Alice,” I explained. “But we think that they’re all males,” I added, feeling a little foolish.
“So, why the names?” she asked, moving to her right in search of something.
“They were my wife’s,” I told her. “The names are to do with quantum ... something or other. I never did understand it.”
“Bob took it from my fingers!” she squealed joyfully, turning her head around to grin at me. I barely pulled my hand away in time!
“That’s amazing!” I said equally enthusiastically, although for very different reasons.
To my delight, her panties gradually rode up into the heavenly valley between her cheeks, somehow making what had already been perfection even more wonderful.
It took her maybe ten minutes before she was happy that they’d all had their fair share - possibly the most wonderful ten minutes of my life. Then she stood up and brought the tub of food back to me.
“That was great,” he said, her smile so beautiful and innocent that I felt guilty for perving on her. A bit.
“You can come round and feed them whenever you like.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
And that was the start of my friendship with Emily. She didn’t always wear short skirts, but when I saw her in one on my doorstep, my heart filled with joy, and my penis would begin to swell in anticipation.
She chattered away as she fed them, about school, her friends, music, books, all sorts. And I told her how the koi had been my wife’s passion to begin with, until she passed. I told her a little about her death, without going into any of the details of how the cancer took her, but Emily still nearly broke my heart as she stood there with her chin trembling.
“I’m so sorry, Frank,” she said as tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
“That’s OK, sweetheart. It was a while ago now.”
“C-c-can I hug you?” she said, her voice cracking a little.
I was so broken up that I couldn’t speak, and I just held my arms out to her. She put her arms around my shoulders and buried her face against my neck, and held me as I stroked her back. “We’ll look after the fish for her, won’t we?” she whispered. I just about stifled the sobs, but I could do nothing about the tears that filled my eyes. I think it was then that I finally admitted to myself that I loved her.
It was after a few more weeks of our delightful mornings that Emily was feeding the fish, and she went uncharacteristically quiet. Then she said, “Frank?”
“Yes, sweetie?” I answered.
“Are you looking at my bottom?”
Shit! Busted! But she hadn’t said it in an angry way, and I really didn’t want to lie to her. “I am,” I confessed. “Sorry about that, but you do have a very, very beautiful bottom.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said, craning her head back to look at me. “Do you really think my bottom is beautiful?”
“Emily, I promise you that all of you is very beautiful, but your bottom is especially gorgeous.” Her face went the most wonderful pink colour imaginable.
“You remind me a bit of my Granpa,” she said a little sadly. “He used to like looking at my bottom too ... but he died six months ago.”
“I’m so, so sorry, Emily.”
“When I went round to see him, he’d often be working on his old car, lying under it on one of those boards with wheels.”
“Oh, OK,” I said noncommittally. I thought that I could see where this was going.
“If I stood near him, he’d slide out. I knew that he could see up my skirt. But I didn’t mind. I kinda liked it.” She paused then for a while, staring into the middle distance. “I miss him,” she said sadly. I could see that she was working herself up into a bit of a state.
“That never truly goes away,” I told her honestly, “but it does get a little less ... raw. Try to remember the good times, sweetheart,” I advised.
She managed a brave little smile. “I used to sit on his lap and he’d cuddle me.” I so, so wanted to offer to do the same, but I didn’t want to push things too far and risk spoiling what we had. “Do you think...?” she whispered.
“Of course,” I replied, scarcely able to speak.
I really thought that she’d sit sideways across my lap, so when she straddled me and put her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck, I couldn’t catch my breath. I could feel the heat of her young pussy through my pants as it rested right on the tip of my cock, and the shaft nestled between the soft but firm cheeks of her behind.
I thanked God vehemently that my backyard wasn’t overlooked, because anyone seeing us like that ... well, it didn’t bear thinking about: even as exquisite as it was, it wasn’t worth going to prison over.
“Oh, this is so nice,” she said contentedly, wriggling a little in a way that made me concerned that I might actually climax. “It’s just like it used to be with him.”
I gently stroked her back as she rocked faintly back and forth. At first, I couldn’t believe it, but it soon became blatantly obvious that she was using my erection to stimulate her pussy.
The feelings were overwhelming: not just the exquisite sensations of her young, vibrant body pressed against me, and especially her ass and pussy rubbing on my cock, but also the incredible trust she was showing in me.
I had no way to judge time, but slowly the soft breaths in my ear got more and more rapid. My heart almost stopped when I first realized that she might reach orgasm.
I didn’t dare do a single thing, for fear of breaking the spell, and just concentrated on committing every last detail to memory, not wanting to ever forget a single second.
As her breaths became more gasping, and the movement of her hips more pronounced, I knew she was close. And then she clung tighter to me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, and her little body tensed in my arms. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh,” and she ground her pussy hard against me as I felt tremors passing through her. Having her cum in my arms was possibly the most beautiful experience of my whole life. I hugged her and caressed her back as the quivers gradually died down until she was limp in my arms, and her breathing slowed so much that I even thought she may have fallen asleep.
After five minutes or so, she leaned back, a blissed-out smile on her lips as she blinked at the suddenly bright light.
“Thank you, Frank. That was ... lovely,” she said a little shyly.
“Emily, my dear,” I said, my voice catching in my throat, I was so close to tears, “I loved it too.”
She leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the lips. “I’d better go,” she said brightly, jumped up, and scampered off, calling back, “See you later.”
“Bye,” I croaked, and then sat there, the feel of her insanely soft lips still on mine, and the tears running down my cheeks. Dear Lord, I wondered, what on earth have I done to deserve this?
It wasn’t every time that she came round that she’d sit on my lap and rock herself to ecstasy, but, when she did, she always got there. I never did. I got close on several occasions, but I didn’t want to risk it: I loved it too much, and just the thought of scaring her made my heart hurt abominably.
No, I’d watch avidly as she fed my fish, the first glimpse of her panties always a delightful surprise. She had a wide variety of white and pastel colored cotton panties, some plain and some with small motifs, but all hugged her sweet bottom in a way that was a joy to behold.
On the days that she blessed me with sharing her sexual awakening, I think I was the happiest man alive. Her gasping breaths and the clenching of her young body as she strove for her release were sublime. But her tiny squeals of delight, and the way her whole frame trembled and quaked, and she drove her hot pussy hard against me as she reached her climax, were heart-stoppingly wonderful. How I didn’t cum, I’ll never know, except that the very thought of her never doing it again was intolerable.
And always afterward, she’d go limp in my arms and I’d hold her, utterly ecstatic to have this young girl’s friendship and trust. And then, before she trotted off happy as a kitten, there’d be the kiss.
I knew that I was blessed, and I was truly thankful to ... God ... or the universe ... or my own good fortune. And then I’d go into the house and masturbate like a priapic teenager. Hey, I am human!
One day, she’d got herself off in her own beautiful way, and I fully expected her to have a little rest and then dash off, as usual. But she didn’t, she carried on, and then amazed me by taking my hand and moving it lower, onto her bottom!
After looking at its perfection for so long, and only feeling it rubbing against me through several layers of clothing, to actually have it in the palm of my hand was mind-blowingly exciting. I risked giving it a fond little squeeze.
“Hmmm, that’s nice,” she said dreamily, nuzzling her face deeper into my neck and wriggling so that her pussy rubbed on my now ridiculously hard cock.
I began to panic because there was no way that I wasn’t going to cum. Unless I stopped fondling her ass, and there was no way that was happening. In fact, I moved my other hand down to caress her other cheek.
“Naughty, Uncle Frank,” she giggled right in my ear. “Let’s try this...” she added and removed her hands from around my neck. I was puzzled until I felt the material of her dress sliding under my hands. She was lifting it up, and then there was only the soft material of her panties between my hands and her bottom!
“That’s better,” she said happily, putting her arms back around me and grinding her little hips much more blatantly than ever before. I was in absolute heaven: I could feel the heat from her pussy as she rocked back and forth on my raging erection, and the feel of her sweet cheeks in my hands was too much for me, and I started to cum.
The pressure of her pussy on my cock was like partially covering the end of a hose, and my orgasm was both explosive and ridiculously long-lasting. “Oh, that’s nice,” she moaned, and she started to tremble in my arms as another orgasm wracked her small frame.
This time, it was both of us who zoned out in a post-orgiastic bliss for several minutes. When Emily finally stirred, she pulled away from me slightly, but she looked unhappy.
Fear seized my heart, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, my heart in my mouth.
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