“I know you will,” she breathed, moaning a bit as I pinched one nipple hard. “But Mr. Larson, I have to ask one thing,” she panted, drawing back for a moment.
Again, I almost died. Oh fuck, if she asked for something like “only kissing” or “only petting,” I was going to fucking die, my dick was going to shrivel up and crack off, it needed that pink pussy so bad.
But instead, my little girl shot me a shy smile. She looked at me, eyes wide, begging, and asked, “Promise you’ll put it in bare, okay?”
I was stock still, every nerve in my body singing. No condom? No nothing? Was she fucking kidding me?
“Honey, are you sure?” I rasped against her lips, her chin. “Because you’re eighteen and fertile, you know what happens when a virile man comes in you.”
And she gasped but nodded once more, her lips tracing the line of my jaw.
“I know,” she whispered against my skin. “But it’s my first time and I want to feel you in me, just you with no condom.”
And I lost it then, if I’d been hard before, I was a fucking diamond now, my dick tip dripping in a continuous stream, the semen melting against her soft tummy, running down her leg.
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m gonna give it to you so good, you’re gonna scream my name over and over again, beg me for more once it’s done.”
And she creamed against me just like that, that hot gush of juice against my strong thigh the evidence of her want, her need.
“Take me then, Mr. Larson,” she moaned. “Take my pussy and fuck it good.”
And what could I do but obey? I got on my knees in the shower stall, worshiping that sweet, curvy form, lapping at the undersides of her breasts, her soft tummy before licking the insides of those creamy thighs.
“Open,” I murmured, and like Aladdin’s cave, the sweetness parted and I glimpsed the undiscovered land, that beautiful pink pussy that had beckoned to me since the first time she set foot in my trailer. I helped her lift one knee up, swinging it over my shoulder for support and finally, finally, tasted that snatch.
Oh fuck, it was delicious. I didn’t just flick my tongue against it, I buried myself in those swollen folds, sampling untouched pussy, sucking the cream right out of her hole as Katy moaned and writhed above me, grabbing at my hair.
“Oh Mr. Larson!” she cried out. “Oh Daddy!”
I’m not sure where this “Daddy” stuff was coming from, but it sounded good on her lips, spurring me on, making me grow harder. Taking another long lap at her pussy, I pulled her apart to run my tongue up one side of her labia, then the other, before focusing on her clit, alternately licking and sucking the sensitive nub.
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, tossing her hair back, those big boobies heaving, almost hitting my head they were so huge. “Oh oh oh!”
And it was tasty, so fucking good I almost lost it and spewed my sperm right there on the floor of the shower stall. But it was too early and I forced myself to back down, to exercise the utmost control because I hadn’t gotten what I wanted yet. And that was her hymen. I wanted to run my tongue against the evidence of her virginity, that thin piece of tissue that proved she was untouched, nubile, and innocent.
So I pulled her folds apart once more, the warm heat of her cunt wafting against my face, and murmured, “I’m gonna eat your puss now honey, it’s gonna feel good, I promise,” and with that, plunged my tongue up her tiny hole. She convulsed once, twice, around me, helpless in her ecstasy, nectar running down my throat, almost pushing me loose, but I’d found what I was looking for. Oh yeah, my tongue bumped up against the rubbery barrier, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm as the tissue shivered, and fuck, it was so delectable, so amazing that I only wanted more. So as Katy shook and screamed, I kept tonguing her hymen, licking it, burying myself so deeply into her snatch that I was doing a face-plant, cream leaking all over my chin and cheeks, sliding down my throat, the best stuff on Earth.
And after it was over, her pussy spasms subsided, turning into slight twitches instead of full-body tremors, body weak and limp all over, nectar so sweet on my tongue, cunt loose enough so that I could push a finger in.
“That’s right,” I grunted as Katy squealed above me. It was the first time she’d been fingered, she’d never been breached save for my tongue moments ago. “That’s right,” I groaned again, “This pussy’s gotta be stretched out for my dick, you’re too tight otherwise.”
And the brunette mewled above me, panting, gasping, her folds swollen and slick as my finger went in and out. Fuck, she was so tiny and it was going to feel so good, but I couldn’t push in her without preparation, she’d tear and hurt otherwise, walk around limping for the next few days. So I was patient, stretching her out, rubbing and stirring my finger within the hot channel.
“Relax, little girl,” I rasped, that pinkness just inches from my face. “Because I’m gonna slide another one in.”
And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh.
“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.
And feeling her pussy loosen and cream a bit, gush wetly against my hand told me that she was ready. I kissed her clit once more, lightly nipping at the sensitive nub, making her squeal once more, but then stood, wetly pulling my hand out with an obscene sucking sound.
“That’s how much you want it, baby,” I murmured against her lips, pulling one of those thick thighs around my waist so that her snatch was flush up against my dick. “Did you hear that sound? Your cunt was so sad to see me go that it tried to suck me back in.”
And the girl just mewled against me, wrapping her hands around my neck, stroking my broad shoulders, my muscled back.
“Please Mr. Larson,” she panted, “take me now. I need it so bad.”
And I was only too happy to do the honors. Gripping my dickhead in hand, I ran it up her slick folds, nudging that swollen flesh, massaging the underside of her clit.
“Ready?” I rasped into her ear. “Ready for Daddy to take you?”
But I didn’t wait because in the next instant, I’d fucked into her good. With one sweet stroke I broke through the thin piece of tissue inside, embedding myself within that sweet, hot cunt, and fuck, but the girl cried out loud then, her moan ringing like a siren inside the tiny bathroom.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuck,” she cried, throwing her head back, eyes closed, as her pussy sampled its first dick. “Oh god, it hurts.”
I kissed her then, taking her mouth with mine gently, running my tongue between her lips, soothing the pain, the hurt.
“I know honey, I know,” I rumbled, “but it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”
And although it killed me, I held still in her sweet cavern, cock pulsing and tight, letting those swollen folds adjust to the huge monster inside, her pussy imprinted to the shape of my shaft, curving like a mold to my fuckpole.
“Feel that?” I rasped, rocking my hips just a little. “That’s how good it’s gonna feel when I start fucking you for real.”
And the brunette clasped me tighter then, rubbing her breasts against my chest.
“Please Brent,” she gasped. “Do it now, for real, it’s better now.”
And fuck, but as I began pushing in and out, slowly at first but then growing in speed, the little girl’s pussy began to bloom around me, to fill out like a woman. Her folds grew more swollen, more tight, hugging my dick like a precious gem, riding the shaft more and more vigorously, humping her clit against me with each drag.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned again, kissing me fervently. “Yeess!”
And with that, I started going full bore, first time or not. Because Katy’s pussy loved it, I could tell from the wetness, the way she spread her thighs wide, inviting a deep-dicking. And soon I was slamming into her hard, my balls hitting her asshole with every thrust, her little butt lifted in the air
with every push, like she was impaled on a spit, moaning and gasping with ecstasy.
“Yes Mr. Larson,” she panted again, almost crying now. “Yes!”
And with that, the little girl came. Her pussy clamped down hard once more before exploding in a shower of sparks, clenching and spasming over and over again, female cries of ecstasy ringing loudly in the bathroom. And the milking motion, the feel of a girl erupting on my dick forced me over the edge. A tidal wave started low in my abs, pushing my balls high and tight before I shoved deep once more and exploded, showering her insides with sperm.
“Fuck!” I roared, my shout ringing out in the bathroom. We were like a fucking symphony, her wails and cries mixing with my own. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And between the wet slapping sounds and grinding flesh, boobs flapping and heaving, Heaven appeared. Katy’s pussy clamped down on my dick, practically breaking it as she screamed, tiny teeth buried in my shoulder taking out a chunk of flesh. And I was no better, just as turned on, clutching that fine, curvy form to me, pumping again and again into that tiny channel, spraying her with my cum.
And holy shit, but my eyes literally rolled back in my head, brain exploding with each pulse of semen. What the fuck? What the fuck had just happened? I’ve fucked plenty of females before, but this was one for the ages, I didn’t usually see stars dancing before my eyes, didn’t come again and again, spurting a girl with everything until my balls ran dry, going on for minutes. What the fuck had this curvy little girl done to me? So I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings, to be myself again. But then I saw the red handprints on her ass, her waist.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I ground out, eyeing the vivid marks. Oh fuck, I’d done that to her, I’d hurt the beautiful brunette.
But the girl just laughed, a little wobbly on her feet and we both stopped for a second, watching mesmerized as a great glob of cum oozed out of her pussy and down her leg.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned again, reaching with a finger to scoop it up, the white glistening wetly in my hand. “Oh fuck.”
But Katy did me one better. Dipping her head sweetly, she leaned down and slurped it out of my palm, delicately licking her lips, savoring the sweet and salty tang of fresh semen.
“Brent,” she murmured, looking up at me through her lashes. “That was good. Again, please?”
And oh shit, but I was a goner. Because this girl whom I considered my ward, a sweet teen with nowhere to go, had me wrapped around her finger … and I couldn’t say no, no matter how wrong it was.
CHAPTER THREE
Jason
School that day was a daze, a blur of images and sounds that I couldn’t remember even if I wanted. I swear, they could have had a fire drill and it would have passed me by, my body on auto-pilot, going through the motions, answering only when spoken to, nodding dumbly like a sheep.
Because the last twenty-four hours had been unfucking-believable. I’d been tapped by Ms. Smith to stay after class, sure, but I could handle our local cougar.
“Jason,” the middle-aged woman purred once I shut the door behind me, the two of us alone in the empty classroom. “I wanted to talk to you about some extra tutoring.”
I snorted under my breath. Extra tutoring? Sure, if Ms. Smith meant human anatomy up close and personal, nothing so boring as Math or English.
“I’m getting a B in your class,” I growled, trying not to look at her. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”
But the woman got up and sashayed towards me, blonde hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, a white blouse tight on her breasts. If I wasn’t mistaken, the older lady was actually trying to look like a naughty librarian, evoking some kind of MILF fantasy.
And shit, it was boring. To tell you the truth, my teacher was okay looking, in pretty good shape for someone forty and past her prime, boobs saggy, waist thickening, and maybe if I didn’t know Katy, I’d be into it. After all, it was just too easy, the woman was practically devouring me at this point, eyeing me up and down, licking her lips as she took in my tall, muscular body, the t-shirt that hugged my biceps, jeans that clung to my long legs.
But the problem was that I did know Katy. Because the brunette was everything that I wanted, curvy, sweet, always the first to jump up and help with the dishes, doing our laundry, folding our clothes, taking good care of Brent and I. And her laugh, her smile, made me feel ten miles tall. I’m not a funny guy by nature, but Katy always giggled at my jokes, always let out a sweet titter, a shy smile even when my gags fell flat and stupid.
So yeah, I was already taken and faced now with Ms. Smith prowling towards me, eyeing me up and down, the whole thing was pretty gross. Even a little pathetic, come to think of it. Because what cougar goes hunting her own students? It was grounds to be fired and yet Ms. Smith was so desperate she was willing to risk it.
So when the blonde placed her hands on my chest, those long, red fingernails digging into my pecs, I tried to stay calm, remind myself that this was a woman who needed help. Grabbing her hands firmly in mine, I pulled them away from my body.
“Like I said,” I rumbled, “I got a B on the last midterm so I’m fine, thanks.”
Ms. Smith pouted and wiggled her hips a bit.
“I can make it an A,” she breathed, peering at me over her glasses, licking her red, lipsticked lips. “Or even an A+.”
Shit, this was really beyond the pale. Not just coming onto a student but also offering to change his grades in return for … ? What exactly? I didn’t want to know.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I managed in a neutral voice. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” I said, turning to go. But I could tell it wasn’t over yet because she was still gazing at me hungrily, eyeing my muscular back, the broad shoulders and long legs like she hadn’t heard a word of my rejection. I could tell from the sassy gleam in her eyes that even a direct “no” in plain English hadn’t turned her off.
But I wasn’t gonna hang out, no way, the sooner I got to sweeter pastures, the better. So I beat feet, crossing the classroom in two long strides and banged the door shut behind me. And once out, I stopped, shaking my head in the empty hallway. What the fuck? Had that really happened? Had my English teacher offered me an A+ in return for sex, in return for hot meat in her body? Holy shit, holy shit, this was so fucked up.
But I guess it wasn’t that hard to believe. I’m a full-grown man now, with a hard, masculine body, no longer the stretched out Gumby figure I used to be. Now I was an alpha with a commanding presence, newfound assurance and confidence. So yeah, a lot more heads were turning, women scrambling over each other to get to know me, begging for a second of my time, to feel my hands on their bodies. But fuck, I only wanted Katy. It’s so fucked up, I know, we live together and she’s practically like my sister. But what am I supposed to do? There was no one quite like my beautiful brunette with the sassy hips and gentle smile, the breathy little laugh that made my dick so fucking hard all the time, even though it was totally wrong.
So striding to my truck, I heaved my stuff in, trying to clear my head. I wanted her, yeah, but it was wrong, right? I mean, it’s wrong to feel this way about someone whose bedroom was literally next to yours, whose panties hung right next to your boxers on the clothesline. But I couldn’t help it, and my mind took off in perverted directions, thinking only of Katy’s shapely body, how much I wanted to have some alone time with my best girl, bask in her presence, enjoy her smiles, her words, gaze upon that sweet, curvy form without another man in the room. So with a grunt, I took off, ready to lay eyes on the little beauty.
But once at the trailer, alarm bells started jangling in my head like fucking fire alarms. Because what the fuck, the trailer was actually rocking, bouncing up and down on its shocks. I shook my head, confused at first. Brent’s a well-to-do guy and the place we lived in was top-of-the-line, costing tens of thousands of dollars and solid as a tank. So what the fuck was happening, was this an earthquake?
But in the next sec
ond, the mystery was dispelled. Because a long whine rang out, a breathy feminine, “Ohhhh Brent!” followed by the unmistakable sound of a deep kiss.
And fuck, but the blood drained from my body then, I was rooted to the floor, unable to move, my heart beating like thunder in my chest, arms and legs weak. Because could it be? Could Katy and Brent be … oh shit … I shook my head, disbelief in my eyes.
Because then there was the unmistakable sound of wet flesh slapping and Katy’s sexy little shrieks, little cries of “Oh oh oh!” punctuated by a deep growl from Brent, a hoarse rasp of “Yeah baby, come for me.”
And I ran. Like a coward, I turned and fled, long legs pumping, chest burning, breath minty in my throat. There could be no mistaking the sounds. Brent was fucking my girl, the girl that I wanted so bad, the girl who’d been in my dreams each night since she moved in, taking over every waking thought, every lucid moment. And fuck, but Katy was eating it up. She was there of her own volition, her own free will, begging Brent for more, asking him to take her, to make her his.
And so I threw up, hurling chunks everywhere. I was so heartsick, so shocked and broken at the realization that they were together, that another man had taken Katy’s pussy cherry, that I lost my cookies like a schoolboy, the vomit pouring brown, green and ugly from my mouth. I choked and rasped, heaving, bent over double, the surprise making me numb, unable to move, do anything except keep hurling.
But slowly shock passed and rage seeped in to take its place. What the fuck? What the fuck had happened? I’d been ready to talk with Katy about starting something up, maybe dating, a relationship, exploring each other, getting to know one another physically, but I’d been beaten to the punch. What the fuck? He’d beaten me by how much? Two months? Two days? Two hours even? I’d thought about revealing my heart to Katy today, and the tiny margin made me tremble with rage, big body shaking with fury.
So I kept to myself for hours, alone in the field, stomping up and down, punching trees and letting out godawful shouts that rang out in the wilderness. It was only at ten that I could handle myself, that I could possibly go back without letting on that I knew their secret. So I strode silently into the trailer and thankfully it was quiet, Katy and Brent silent in their rooms. They were definitely up, there were thin slits of light under each of their doors, but at least they were in their respective rooms and not snuggled up in Brent’s big bed. Thank god they had the courtesy to act normal for a little while longer, like they hadn’t been going at it like rugrats just a few hours before.
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