When the full head of his cock is in me, I brace myself to take in the rest by holding on to his thighs underneath me.
The tight walls of my pussy squeeze his dick as I continue to lower myself slowly, carefully down his shaft.
Then without warning Mr. Pearce impales me with his cock, tearing my hymen in one fierce thrust. My wetness coats his shaft as I slide down, until my round ass connects with the bulkiness of his ripped abdomen and I scream out.
"Ungh!" The sharp pain that shot through me turned quickly to immense pleasure. I could feel every inch of Mr. Pearce's pulsating cock deep within me.
I have to grip the steering wheel with both hands and squint hard just to keep from screaming again as he holds me in place by the waist and drills me wildly.
I moan uncontrollably while he pushes against my cervix and causes my hips to buck against him.
"Please Mr. Pearce..." My tits are compressed against the steering wheel while I'm riding on the whole of his monstrous cock. "Please... I need you to cum inside me."
I clench my pussy as tight as I can, trying desperately to coax his cock into squirting its seed into me.
The pace of his wild thrusting increases, and I continue bucking my hips with each thrust, squeezing intensely at the base of his shaft.
Then I lift myself up by pushing against his thighs and slam down hard onto his cock. Again and again, I glide my wet pussy along the entire length of him, clenching tightest at the head, then coming back down to his ball sac.
I am determined to milk the cum out if I have to.
A burning heat is rising deep within my core as his cock fills me whole. My lower body begins to spasm as the orgasm spreads across my body. My mind is flooded with a sea of ecstasy, my hips gyrate and my legs shudder.
Waves of pleasure flow out from my core to every extremity. I moan and cry out,
"Yes! I want your cum!" I lick lustfully around my lips and suck my index finger, as if I could taste the sweetness of Mr. Pearce's cum dripping from my mouth. And then he shot it into me.
"Oh, god!" He yells as his thick, warm load fills me. The head of his cock pulsates rhythmically, shooting more of his hot spunk deep in my pussy each time. I suddenly feel even more wet inside as his body jolts and his pelvis thrusts deep enough to lift me up in the seat.
I clench and relax the walls of my pussy in sync with the gyrations of his pelvis, milking every lost drop of his cum into me. Finally, he falls backward against the seat cushion and sighs.
My torso collapses and my breasts fall against the horn of the steering wheel. But I am too exhausted to move. We both remain motionless as the last bit of spunk dribbles from his cock.
At last, it was done. He had his way with me and treated me like a little whore, but Mr. Pearce had given me exactly what I wanted. He had taken my virginity, and now I would be a mother.
The rain had finally come to a halt, but the windshield wipers were still going. Only, I couldn't hear them squeaking over the sound of the blasting horn.
But I didn't care. I could sit here like this on Mr. Pearce's cock until morning--or at least until a cop spotted us. Instead, I just wonder about what Christa would think if she found out her dad just impregnated me in his car.
A Game of Fertility
"Your move, Jen. I think you've got me this time..." Mr. Martin sighs and slouches in his chair, looking defeated.
My neighbor and I have always been super competitive with each other. No matter the game or activity, we're always in it to win it. If we're swimming laps in the pool, we are racing. If we're playing a game of tennis, it's a death match.
Even if we're just playing a stupid game of monopoly, we are merciless and cutthroat. His wife won’t even play with us anymore. Both of us will do whatever it takes to win, no matter what.
But surprisingly, our competitive nature has really helped strengthen our relationship. When my mom and I first moved in next door about twelve years ago, I absolutely hated him. I resented my mother for being friendly toward another man so soon after Dad died. I was still so young at the time.
Turns out she was just looking for some company. He is married, after all.
So my initial hatred for my new neighbor manifested as brutal competition even for the most mundane activities. But he just played along, thinking it was cute.
I think he understood my conflicting emotions from the beginning. So instead of getting offended, he just played back at me. For him it was all in good fun, but to me it was war.
He is a good man though, and I didn't want to admit it at first. Over time we began to bond in an unusual way through fierce competition. Somehow he always managed to make a fun game of it in the end. And eventually I began to trust him—and fall in love.
"That's sixty eight points, Mr. Martin! I don't think you can win now," I say, placing my six tiles down on the board to make "VAGINA". I look up and catch him blushing a little, and can't help but giggle. We always had a lot of fun playing sex Scrabble together. It's basically the same game, except that every word has to be somehow related to sex. I got an extra ten points for using a real anatomy word.
But tonight I am going to challenge him to our ultimate competition. Tonight we will discover who the true victor is. Tonight I am going to challenge Mr. Martin to fuck me.
The game is simple. If I can seduce Mr. Martin and get him to have sex with me, I win. If he is somehow able to resist my advances, however unlikely, then he wins.
But there's a bonus round.
Mr. Martin’s real challenge is going to be in withstanding the tightness of my virgin pussy without putting a baby in me. I want him to shoot his load while he's still inside me.
He will have to overcome all instinct to stop himself from ejaculating while I make all effort to coax every last drop of cum from his throbbing cock. My final victory will be in getting Mr. Martin to impregnate me.
And really, the game isn't even fair. I've known for some time now that he is curious what it's like to get inside me. The way he looks at me now and congratulates me whenever I win one of our little impromptu games, which always seems to be the case lately since I turned eighteen last month.
I know he has been letting me win.
Over the years he has seen my body mature from an innocent little girl to a mature woman. All the while his wife’s own attractiveness has been declining. Perhaps he has been treating her a little too well, because she has gotten totally lazy and fat.
On top of that, she hasn't aged well. Her tits are beginning to sag while mine are perky and supple. Her skin is becoming old and wrinkled while mine is young and taught. My ass is firm and tight while hers just keeps getting bigger. I can't blame him for wanting a piece of this. After all, we spend more time together now and have grown closer than I think he and his wife ever have.
So tonight I am going to offer my body to him. I want Mr. Martin to unload his sperm in me so we can start on a new life together without his pesky wife.
I want to give him the child of his own that he never had. He's a good father figure and deserves to finally be one. All he has to do is let me win.
Mr. Martin is looking over his tiles, trying to come up with a move. He looks puzzled, but I know he's just pretending. Before the last month, I had never beaten him at Scrabble.
But I beat him the last three times we played, and I know he is going easy on me. Whenever I try to call him on it he just plays dumb. It's really getting quite frustrating. Now there is no satisfaction in winning because he isn't even trying!
"There we go--"MOUTH". That should be fifteen points," he says, casually placing his tiles.
"MOUTH? That's the best you can come up with? C'mon Mr. Martin, you aren't even trying!"
"What's wrong with MOUTH? I think it's a good play."
"It sucks." There is a brief pause and we both laugh. "Well, you lost horribly. Again."
"C'mon Jen, it's just a game y'know."
Just a game? What the hell has happened to Mr. Martin?
He knows full well this is more than just a game. It doesn't matter though, because the real game tonight is just beginning.
He reaches for the black silk bag and starts to clear tiles off the board. He pauses to cover his mouth to yawn.
"Well, it's getting late. I guess that's all for tonight then," he says. That's what you think.
"But Mr. Martin! It's still so early! Can we play just one more game? Please?" I put on my best puppy dog face and fake a sob. He can never resist these pleading eyes.
"Oh, alright..." he says with a sigh. He reaches a hand into the bag to pull the tiles back out.
"No--not that game." He stops and looks confused.
"Not Scrabble? Well, what did you have in mind? It's getting kind of late to start something new, isn't it?"
"I want to play something we've never played before..." His eyes shift left to right. I can tell he is getting slightly annoyed at my vagueness.
"But Jen, it's too--"
"Speaking of mouths that suck, did you know that I give amazing head?" He looks stunned. He breaks eye contact and squirms awkwardly in his seat. I giggle at him and cross my legs underneath the table. Just hearing the words come out of my mouth is getting me wet.
"Umm, thanks for sharing Jen. It really is past my bedtime, so..."
"I want to play a new game with you, Mr. Martin. Don't worry, the rules are pretty simple." He raises an impatient eyebrow toward me. Even when he's annoyed he still looks so damn cute. "I'm going to give you a blowjob. If you can hold out and keep yourself from cumming in my mouth, then I'll let you fuck me." He immediately jumps up from his chair and stares back at me in utter disbelief.
"Okay, I think I've heard enough," he says. "I'm going up to bed now, and tomorrow I'll try to pretend you never said any of this."
"I'm tired of you pretending all the time, Mr. Martin! You let me win all the time, and you pretend like you're really trying. Now you're pretending that you don't want to fuck me! I know you've wanted to get in my pants since the day I turned eighteen! Admit it!"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," he says, trying to sound indignant. I stand up from my chair and make casual, slow steps toward him while Mr. Martin remains frozen in place.
His clenched fists are making his arm muscles bulge. He always made a point of keeping them toned, and right now they are making me horny as hell.
He lets me get in close enough to run a light finger down his bicep while my eager tongue circles around the edge of my lips in anticipation. There is a wet spot spreading at the crotch of my tight pink shorts now.
I purposely neglected to put on panties this morning just for this occasion.
I take a gentle grip at the base of his neck to massage the tenseness in it, but Mr. Martin knocks my hand away with the back of his forearm.
"Jen--I don't know what has gotten into you, but--"
"But why not?" I pout. "Your wife isn't home tonight. You have all night to fuck me any way you want." He turns away from me so I cling to his wrist. "It's just a little game... you know how much we love playing games together." My lips curl to form a devilish smile. "Only this one is going to be a lot more fun."
Mr. Martin turns his head back toward me. I catch a glimmer of desire buried behind those deep blue eyes before they turn to a glare.
"No," he says coldly. But there is no way I am going to give in so easily. This is all part of the game, after all. And he's already playing whether he knows it or not.
Before he has time to react, I cross my arms to lift off my shirt. I place my hands on the sides of my leopard skin push up bra and shove my tits together. Mr. Martin is the perfect height for staring down into my busty cleavage as I bend over, grinning wide.
"I'll let you fuck these tits while I'm sucking your cock if you play along." I watch in amusement as he tries desperately to resist the urge to look down. He seems to be using every ounce of willpower to keep his eyes level with mine.
So I inch closer and lift my tits higher so they're almost in his face and give them a playful little shake. Then I laugh when his eyes finally find their way to my breasts and his stern expression fades.
My fingers dip into the cups of my bra and peel them back just enough to expose my bare nipples. My eyelids coated in crimson eye shadow close softly as I lift one breast to my mouth and lick all around the areola.
"Mmmm... Does Mr. Martin want a taste?" He's still standing there, staring blankly as I flick at my nipple with the tip of my tongue. Then I reach around with both hands to unclasp my bra and let it fall the floor. My breasts jiggle free and my perky nipples are pointed up toward his expressionless face.
I move in even closer, enough so that my tits press against the firmness of his chest.
"Just one lick?" I ask, giggling some more. With one hand at the back of his head, I move in to kiss him softly on the lips. As I pull back I tell him, "It's just a game, silly. Have a little fun!" I swipe weakly at his chest and giggle.
Then without a moment of hesitation, He leans in to grab a handful of breast and wraps his lips around it. I gasp as I feel the intense sucking on my nipple. His tongue darts and laps all around my breast as he tries to stuff every bit of it that will fit inside his mouth.
"Ungh!" I gasp, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him in closer while he sucks and slurps on my tit in an explosion of lust. Mr. Martin is finally playing the game. A game I am determined to win.
My fingertips brush through his dark hair as my neck tilts back. "Yes! Suck them hard, Mr. Martin!" His lips form a tight seal around my other nipple. The suction from his mouth is making them blood red.
When he pauses to breathe, I bring his face close to mine with light fingers at his cheeks. Our lips connect for a wet, passionate kiss. His sudden enthusiasm tells me I've been right all along. He really does want to fuck his me.
I guide him back down to my cleavage and sandwich his face between my tits. Nuzzling against my breasts, his scruff chafes the skin of my bare chest a little. I hold him there while I reach down to unbuckle his jeans in one single-handed maneuver.
"Are you ready to fuck these titties now?" Smothered between my breasts, the best he can do is give a gentle nod. When he pulls back for air again, I trace an index finger in a long path down his chest.
It rolls over the ripped muscles of his abdomen, stopping just above his crotch. Then I yank down hard on his zipper and thrust my hand down the front of his pants.
"Oh, my!" I say as my hand gropes the thick shaft swelling in my hand. "Mr. Martin is big, isn't he?" I say, giggling. "I wonder if I can fit it all down my naughty little throat..."
I get down on my knees and tug down hard on his pants and briefs and watch his enormous cock spring free in front of my face. I look up at him with a smirk to say,
"Now, remember the rules of our little game..." I nibble playfully on his ball sac. "If you cum in my mouth you won't get to stick it in my pussy."
I curl my tongue and lap at his balls a little, then open wide and stuff both of them in my mouth. He moans while I play with his balls with my tongue, drooling all over them and dribbling thick strings of saliva from my bottom lip.
Then I slip his dripping wet sac out from my mouth and press the flat of my tongue against the base of his hard cock. My tongue glides its way up the length of his shaft, coating it in a thick trail of warm spit.
I sit up a little higher on my knees and pull his cock toward me and down just enough so I can wrap my tight lips around the tip. With my teeth covered, I slip my wet lips down to the neck of the shaft while swirling all around his cock with my tongue.
His head tilts back and he lets out a deep moan. With his cock in my mouth, I smirk at the sight of Mr. Martin taking so much pleasure in my our little game. The fact that it's his eighteen-year-old neighbor giving him a sloppy wet blowjob doesn't seem to be taking away from his enjoyment.
I push my tits together so they're wrapped tight around his dick and spit down the crack in my cleavage to lubrica
te my chest. Then I let Mr. Martin fuck my tits as I bounce up and down to jack him off.
"Mmm--mmm--" I moan with his dick in my mouth while my breasts slide along his shaft. My tits slam together against his abdomen with every bounce then squeeze their way up to the neck as I flick his head with the tip of my tongue.
"Ungh!" he moans. His cock throbs and twitches between my tits. But Mr. Martin is going to have to try a lot harder if he is going to keep himself from cumming. I haven't even started deep throating him yet...
I drop my tits and shove his cock farther down the warm wetness of my throat until it hits my gag reflex. A thick glob of mucous and spit spurts from my lips and rolls off his balls. I fight hard against the urge to retch by stuffing more of his dick down my esophagus.
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