by Jenna Jugzz
I tug down on his zipper as we make out and lift his cock up by the balls to pull it out from his briefs. I trace a finger lightly from the base up to the neck, then wrap thumb and forefinger just below the head. Our lips separate and I get down on my knees and position his cock in front of my lips.
My eyelids of glistening pink eye shadow drop as I focus in on his cock, planting tiny wet kisses around the tip. My lips hug around the neck as I lower my mouth onto his dick.
Mr. Johnson groans when he feels my tongue swirling all around the head, my slippery lips inching their way down the shaft.
"Mmm..." I moan, lapping on his dick. Deeper and deeper, I shove his cock farther into the depths of my throat. I have to suppress my gag reflex when the head enters into my esophagus.
I choke and retch on his stiff dick, spurting up thick saliva that rolls down to the base. I cup my palms around his balls and try to stuff as much dick into my throat as I can possibly fit. I gag hard, and my throat clenches around the length of his shaft.
I can't breathe, but I almost have it all down.
"Holy shit, Krista!" His legs are trembling; he can barely stand. I gag again and thick, bubbly mucous comes jetting out from my nose. The stuff mixes with the tears rolling down my cheeks and trickles off my lips, wetting his pubes.
"Pu--push!" I try to say in gargled words, spitting on his dick some more. Mr. Johnson grips the sides of my skull and jerks me down on his cock the rest of the way.
My nose connects with his toned abdomen; my swollen throat compresses the whole of his cock. He holds me down on it far enough that my nose squishes against him, closing off my nostrils. My airways are completely obstructed. I squint hard and try to block out the pain from my mind.
His cock slides in the slippery warmth of my throat as he rocks my head back and forth. I gulp and slurp and suck as my head bobs up and down rapidly.
My lips leave a thick trail of dripping saliva along the shaft while I'm slobbering all over it, just trying not to puke. I'm becoming desperate for air, but I am determined to show Mr. Johnson just how good of a little whore I can be.
.
Again and again, he drills his cock down my esophagus, thrusting his pelvis with increasing speed. Mr. Johnson is just face-fucking me now.
Then I feel his head twitch in the very back of my throat, and I know that I need to get him out of my mouth before he cums. I need him inside me for that.
I grab hold of his waist and try to pry myself loose from his death grip around my skull. He is moaning and his head is tilted up toward the ceiling. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him finish in my mouth like this.
I grunt and pry myself away from him, shaking my head free and throwing up his cock with the muscles in my throat. The giant thing emerges slowly from my lips, coated in thick bubbly drool.
Then at last, I am all the way off. I fall backward onto the wooden floor of the dining room, gasping for air.
"Jesus christ! You're so eager to cum already..." I say between breaths. I spread my legs wide, holding them at the knees. More fluids drip from my quivering pussy and pool around my puckered asshole. "You haven't even stuck your cock in this tight little pussy yet..." I say, frowning and rocking my hips side to side.
"But, Krista--" A bunch of my spit dribbles from the tip of his cock onto the floor. "You could get--what if you--"
"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson! It will be fine!" I lie. The truth is I stopped taking my birth control pills two weeks ago. I am definitely fertile now. If I can get him to cum inside me, I will almost certainly get pregnant.
If he sticks his cock inside me, there's no way I'll let him pull out of me before he shoots his load. If Mr. Johnson decides to go through with fucking his naughty little neighbor, his seed is mine.
"I--I really don't think--"
"I bet I'm a lot tighter than your wife." He continues staring down at me on the floor, probably in a desperate battle with his conscience again. I tense the muscles of my core, tightening the walls of my pussy in anticipation.
"Come here, Mr. Johnson..." I lick sensually around my lips. "Let me show you what a real pussy feels like."
Then at last, I see the commitment in his eyes. He throws off his plain white shirt and gets down, putting himself over me between my legs. Then I gasp when I feel his shaft spreading my folds apart.
He moans as it slips in my wetness while I'm gyrating my hips around, thoroughly coating his dick in my vaginal fluids.
His hand moves with apprehension down to his member, slowly guiding the tip to my wet entrance. As he pushes in slightly, I can feel my tightness giving way to his girth.
"Do it! Fuck me, Mr. Johnson... Please!" He grunts, thrusting forward with his pelvis until he enters me. My walls wrap tight around the head of his dick. But he pauses there, not wanting to go any deeper. "Push." I command again.
My legs wrap around and push him inward from behind. My walls take an aggressive hold of his cock as it slips into my tight wetness, compressing around every inch of him. My smooth calves ram against his ass, forcing him in deeper, and deeper...
Then Mr. Johnson knocks against my cervix when he is all the way inside me. My hips jolt and my legs squeeze tighter around him, thrusting him deeper--as far as he can go.
His balls tap against my asshole. I squirm in place when I feel his precum oozing down and tickling the line of my ass crack. We moan and our bodies writhe together in unison.
"Fuck Krista, you weren't kidding!" I give his cock a nice, firm squeeze with my walls, giggling at the tense expression on his face.
My hips buck wildly against him, working the whole of his cock like a true expert. He begins a slow, rhythmic hump, enjoying the sensation of his dick slipping inside me and filling me up completely.
I press my palms against his ripped pecs as my body rocks in sync with his thrusting. Mr. Johnson grabs hold of my tits, saying,
"I--I don't know if I can hold--agh!" He squirms at the hips; I can feel his cock twitching against my cervix. Mr. Johnson is trying desperately to stop himself from cumming inside me.
A devilish smile spreads across my face. I throw my pelvis against him and clench my walls tight as I can. I reach around and clutch his ass to hold him inside me while I work to coax the cum from his dick, compressing every inch of his cock in my tightness.
He must be using every ounce of concentration to keep himself from squirting up in me.
"Krista--Fuck, Krista! I'm gonna--I'm cumming!" Mr. Johnson wails in ecstasy--he has gone over the edge. He squeezes hard on my tits while his hips spasm against me. My whole body reels to each impaling thrust of his cock.
I can feel it twitching, shooting his massive load up into the very depths of me. My spine arches on the floor when his thick spunk hits the back of my uterus.
Thick beads of sweat fall from his forehead onto my belly as his warm load fills my insides. Mr. Johnson groans long and loud; his body writhes and convulse on top of me.
"Ungh!" I moan, feeling the deluge of cum flooding my insides and filling me whole. A bit of it trickles out from me and rolls off his ball sac. Mr. Johnson collapses; his torso slips and slides on the sweat of my stomach.
I contract and release the tense muscles of my core, milking every lost drop of spunk from his dick.
He actually did it. Mr. Johnson just came inside me! Our legs intertwine and I plant kisses along his neck. As he lies there on top of me gasping for breath, still twitching, I wonder about how his wife is going to take the news.
I can't wait to see the look on Mrs. Johnson's face when I tell that nagging bitch how her husband impregnated me.
Turns out, I'm a lot tighter than her after all.
ALL FILLED UP
"I said... can you come pick me up?" I'm trying to yell over the techno music that's blasting downstairs. The deep bass is booming and causing the bathroom walls around me to vibrate and hum.
I'm at a college house party, and my best friend Christa just ditched me and left with a couple spiky haired douche
bags. Both of them had bleached hair tips and looked like they were straight out of the nineties, but Christa will fuck anyone when she gets drunk.
"Look, I have to get out of here." I'm sitting on the toilet, taking a leak while plugging a finger in one ear and holding the phone up to the other. I really hate parties like this, but Christa always forces me to go.
All the guys here are so immature and dumb. I always get hit on all night by a bunch of nasty guys who just see me as an object, just another slut like the rest of the girls here.
"Pretty please? I'm... not feeling too well." I try to sound drunker than I actually am. The truth is, I just want Christa's dad to come get me so I can fuck him.
I guess she forgot that I was holding her phone for her, because she never asked for it before leaving. But that didn't bother me, because now I had her dad's number.
The truth is, I have been saving myself for Mr. Pearce for a long time now. Sure, I've given out a few blowjobs since I started college last Fall, and I'm pretty good at it too, but nothing more than that.
But since my nineteenth birthday a couple months ago, I have been trying to get Christa's dad to take me and fuck me senseless.
And I almost succeeded at it last week back at his house. Christa still lives at home with him, so I came over on Saturday to drop off some class notes for her.
Of course, she was out getting wasted at some party I had managed to get out of going to, so I took advantage of finally getting a chance to be alone with him.
Growing up, Mr. Pearce was like my surrogate father. My own dad was a drunken loser who was never really around. Back in high school, if I ever asked him for help with some math homework, he would just tell me to blow some Asian dude at school. But Mr. Pearce would always help me gladly whenever I needed.
That night I wanted desperately to tell him how I felt. How I wanted to repay him for everything with a slobbery blowjob and a tight virgin pussy.
We got to chatting a bit about his two-year-old daughter Nicole, and how his bitch of an ex-wife ran off with her two states away. He was showing me cute pictures of Nicole when she was first born--her first Christmas, first day at the beach--and all of them just made my loins burn with the desire to fuck this man's brains out.
I have felt a strong maternal instinct since I was in my teens, and the urge to have a baby of my own is like a fire in me I can't suppress. But it absolutely must be with the right man.
And Mr. Pearce is definitely the right man.
He is built like an athlete and looks quite young for his age. His cut bicep was distracting as he held his arm out in front of me to hold the camera phone with the pictures.
His ripped chest bulged from underneath his tight polo shirt, and I just wanted to mount him right then with two hands pressing against his firm pecs while I rode his giant cock.
My virgin pussy would take his whole length deep inside while I coaxed his thick warm spunk into me, filling me whole.
And then he would give me what I wanted. A baby like Nicole that I could breast feed and nurture. I could raise her with a confident, supportive man like Mr. Pearce who would let me stay at home and care for his child.
And he is everything I want in a man. Attractive, wealthy, and well endowed. And his cock is magnificently huge.
I almost got to fuck it that night, after we had talked for a while.
"Why aren't you out with Christa?" He had asked me. We were sitting really close together on his couch and he had just finished showing me pictures of the last time with his daughter.
I had purposely shown up in my skimpy shorts and tight pink tank top with a midriff. My silver belly ring glinted in the dim light of his spacious living room when I turned toward him.
"Honestly, those kind of parties bore me," I said, twirling a finger down the length of my hair, "I find quiet conversations like this to be a lot more stimulating..."
My lips curled as I placed a hand lightly on his knee, "...and more intimate." Mr. Pearce's cheeks flushed and he made a quick motion to put the phone back in his pocket. I giggled and told him that,
"Besides, all the guys I meet are such jerks. Your ex-wife was a fool to leave you, Mr. Pearce." He looked so cute getting flustered, I just wanted to pounce him and gulp down the whole of his dick.
I wanted to show Mr. Pearce how I could please him and what I could do for him. I wanted to be a little whore for him to do with as he pleased, to satisfy his needs like his bitch ex-wife never did.
And he would give me a child to care for in return. Once I got him to shoot his seed deep inside me while I clenched my pussy tight around his throbbing cock to hold in every bit of it, I would have a baby boy or girl of my very own.
Just the thought of him creaming inside me, taking my virginity right here on this couch, it got me all kinds of horny.
"You're a good man," I continue, "And I bet you're an even better father." I brought a hand to his forehead and ran pink manicured nails through the edge of his hairline. I felt him pull away slightly and he gave a quizzical look.
My other hand traced along the scoop neck of my tank top, stopping at the center of my cleavage to tug down gently on the fabric. I bit delicately at the bottom corner at my lip and tried to catch his eyes with a lustful gaze. But he turned away and said,
"Jenny, I've seen you grow up with my daughter. I think you're a smart girl, and you've grown into a gorgeous young woman, but--"
"But?" I interrupt. He made eye contact when my fingers ran slowly up the back of his neck. I licked suggestively around the edge of my upper lip.
"But, it just wouldn't be right for us to--"
"To fuck?" I put on a mischievous grin and use the hand at the back of his head to pull him in closer. "But think about how good it would feel, Mr. Pearce. To have your cock deep inside me while I moan for you and beg for more..."
My lips parted gently as our faces drew near together. His cheeks went flush again and his lower lip trembled. I couldn't make out whether he was getting turned on or if he was just infuriated by my advance.
My eyelids fell as our lips met and I waited in the darkness for his reaction.
"Jenny!" he yelled and pushed me back by the shoulders. "We just can't, don't you understand?"
"But I want you Mr. Pearce! I've been saving my body just for you. All those other assholes can go fuck themselves." He sighed and slumped further into the couch.
"The divorce with my wife was tough, Jenny. I lost my kid, and--"
"I could give you a new kid though!" His eyes went wide in disbelief as he sat up. "All you have to do is take what's yours..." I stood up in front of him and pulled down on my shorts to reveal the bareness underneath. I made a point of not wearing any underwear that day.
I saw the tent of Mr. Pearce's slacks begin to rise. I bent over to place a hand at each of his knees and let my tits droop in front of his face. I got in closer until he was firmly nuzzled between my breasts.
He let out another sigh as the sweet scent of my perfume hit him.
I held his head gingerly with both hands and pressed him deep into the cleft of my tits. Mr. Pearce moaned and I felt his tense shoulders relax and slouch.
He was giving in to the moment. I pulled down on the low cut fabric of my tank top to show my black lacy bra.
Nestled between my breasts, I could feel his hot breaths on my skin becoming more rapid. I reached behind to undo the hook of my bra and it hung loose around my ribcage as Mr. Pearce moaned again.
"See... isn't that nice?" I ask casually. Then I applied a bit of force to the top of his head, encouraging him downward. "Have you ever tasted virgin pussy, Mr. Pearce?"
But then he grabbed me by the waist to push away and snapped up straight again.
"No!" He shouted, standing up. "Get your damn clothes back on, I'm taking you home right now."
And that was the last time we spoke until now.
"You still there?" Mr. Pearce asks me on the phone. Recalling that moment last week had distracted me,
and it also got me wet. I thought about just masturbating right here on the toilet at this shitty party if he wasn't going to pick me up.
"Y--Yeah, I think I almost blacked out." I lie. The truth is I have only had a couple drinks tonight. But I will say whatever is necessary to get Mr. Pearce over here to give me a ride--on his cock, preferably.
"Okay, okay... Look, I'll come and get you." I have to muffle my squeal of excitement so he doesn't hear. Mr Pearce was doing me a huge favor driving all the way out here. It's only natural that I should return the favor.
Tonight I'll have him down between my legs, slurping on my sweet virgin pussy while his daughter Christa is getting double teamed by frat boys somewhere.
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