Then I licked my way up her pussy and found her clit again. I began to flick my tongue back and forth in a staccato rhythm across her clit. She fucking lost it.
Her breath began coming in heaves as she grabbed my head with one hand and held it hard against her pussy as I flicked her clit.
“Oh god! I’m cumming,” she moaned as her back arched and a prolonged gasp escaped her as her entire body tensed.
I watched her cum as I continued to lick her clit. Her entire body was contorted and rigid, and her mouth went wide open. But she seemed so paralyzed that no sound escaped from her mouth. She simply went tense, rigid and silent and stayed that way for what seemed like over a minute.
Then all of a sudden, she shot into activity. Her body relaxed and she collapsed back on the side of the pool. She went completely limp, and took in a huge gulp of air as her lungs began working again. She gasped for air, recovering her breath as I stopped licking her pussy.
“Oh my god! That was intense!” Her words came in between gasps for air.
Watching Kennedy have an orgasm had made me understand why the French refer to an orgasm as Petite Mort, or Little Death.
After recovering her breath, Kennedy sat up and slid back into the water. She looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.
“Mmmmm, you taste like me…” she purred in my ear.
I lifted her by the butt and felt her legs snake around me. Using one hand, I grasped my shaft and slid it back and forth across her pussy, probing for her entrance. After a couple of strokes back and forth, I felt it slip between her slippery wet lips and settle into the entrance to her pussy.
“I want you inside me!” her voice came in an urgent whisper.
I let her slide down my cock, and about half of my cock penetrating her. She gasped and pulled tight against me. I lifted her and slid her down my cock again. I felt my balls press delicately against her labia. I was fully sheathed inside her warm wetness.
“Oh my god! Your cock is so huge for me!” her voice came in an excited breathy rush.
I began to stroke my cock and out of her, alternately lifting her off my cock and then dropping her back onto it. I felt the tip of my sensitive member hitting her cervix with each stroke. She gasped each time my cock sank into her to the hilt. I felt my balls press into her each time I bottomed out in her tunnel.
I could tell from her telltale reaction that she wasn’t far from having another orgasm. I also know that since it had been months since I had been with a woman that I wouldn’t last very long either.
I continued to stroke in and out of her, increasing my pace. Kennedy reacted by cumming again. Again, she had the Petite Mort, going rigid and paralyzed, her mouth held open in a silent scream. My own nuts were tingling in the inevitable prelude to my own orgasm. I continued to hammer her up and down on my cock, her silky warm 18-year old pussy tightly encasing my pounding cock.
As my orgasm swept over me, I felt my cock began to heave, and felt the first hot jet of cum fire into her tight pussy. Her eyes shot open in a surprised look as my cream gushed into her. Over and over, my cock pulsed, with each pulse propelling globules of my spunk into her womb.
When my cock quit heaving , I left her impaled on my dick with her arms and legs tightly enclosing me.
“We shouldn’t have done that!” she whispered in my ear.
“What? Made love?” I asked, bewildered.
“No. I meant we shouldn’t have done it unprotected,” she told me. “I’m not on birth control.”
“Oh shit!” I thought to myself. I had a vision of Steve pulling the lever on a gallows dropping me eight feet to where my neck snapped like a twig.
“You know, Sharon and I tried for eight years to have a baby. The problem might have been me. We never did find out,” I told her, trying to reassure her.
“50-50 chance, I guess.” She looked at me with a wry grin.
She climbed off my cock, then broke contact with me. She swam over to the steps and climbed out of the pool. Naked she walked across the deck to the champagne glasses, picked one up, drained it, and then refilled it. I followed her out of the pool and got my own glass.
“You know, a couple of glasses of this, and you might just get lucky again,” she looked up coquettishly at me through the tops of her eyes, with a mischievous grin on her face.
“You mean I have to get you drunk to get laid again?” I was grinning broadly back at her, already knowing the answer.
With a sly grin, she picked up the bottle of champagne, and held the bottle at waist level. I watched as she tipped the bottle with the neck held above my cock. She poured out a thin ribbon of champagne onto my dick. The cold champagne startled me, and the fizz of the carbonation made an odd sensation as the bubbles clung to my cock momentarily, only to burst. It gave an odd tickling sensation.
Then Kennedy dropped to her knees and I watched in amazement as she began to lick the champagne off of my cock. It had begun to soften after we fucked, and then from the shock of the ice cold champagne, but it rapidly sprung to life again as she licked up and down the shaft and then began laving my champagne-soaked nut sack, which was drawn up tight from the excitement of being with this beautiful 18-year old seductress.
She engulfed me in her mouth, taking just a fraction of my cock before I felt it delicately touch the back of her throat. She sputtered slightly as she gagged on my cock. She worked as much of my length as she could accommodate in and out of her mouth. I groaned with pleasure as she expertly sucked my cock.
“You do that remarkably well,” My voice came out as a groan punctuated by pauses caused by my rapidly accelerating breath.
Kennedy disengaged from me pulling her mouth off my cock and looked up at me seductively.
“You want to take me to your bed?” she asked softly.
Without saying a word, I held out my hands to her. She took my hands and I lifted her to her feet. I picked her up in my arms easily as she probably didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on my king-sized bed and slid in beside her.
She was on her back and I lowered myself down next to her and began kissing her. She took my hips in her hands and urged me over. I began to scoot my body into position on top of her at her urging. I felt her reach down between us and guide the head of my cock to her pussy.
I applied pressure and felt my cock easily penetrate her to the hilt. I slipped in easily, meeting no resistance from her silky smooth teenaged pussy. I began to slowly stroke in and out of her. I used long strokes, withdrawing each time until just the head of my cock was inside her before lunging my hips to plunge back in again, slamming home with my cock bouncing off of her cervix.
“I’m never going to be able to have a guy with a little cock again after this!” she whispered in my ear as I slid in and out of her.
I felt her legs wrap around me. Her hands dropped to the cheeks of my ass, and she sensuously began pulling on my ass with her acrylic nailed fingers, as if to pull me deeper into her with each stroke. At her urging, I began to fuck her harder and faster. She began to cry out with each stroke as I saw her again building up to her inevitable orgasm.
“You’re very good at this! I’m about to cum again!” she moaned passionately.
A few strokes later, she tensed and began cumming again. Soundlessly, she came hard as I felt her pussy twitching and pulsating as I stroked in and out of her now dripping wet pussy. For what seemed almost a disturbing amount of time, she silently came, appearing to not even breath as she orgasmed violently from the fucking I was giving her.
I felt my own orgasm building as the sensuous sight of this gorgeous teen cumming all over my cock drove me quickly to the edge of the limits of my own passion. I felt my balls tighten as they prepared to empty their swimmers into Kennedy’s teenage womb.
I felt the first twinge of my orgasm bite as I tightly clenched my eyes shut, and heard a prolonged groan escape my lips. My cock began pulsing as it shot hot, ropy burst
Spent, I collapsed on top of her, heaving for air. She did likewise, having finally started breathing again.
“I love the feeling of you cumming inside of me. It feels so…sexy.” Her voice was a hushed whisper, punctuated by ragged breaths.
I rolled off of her onto the bed beside her. The thought ran through my head that I was really playing with fire. It was followed by a quick vision of Steve lopping off my head with a samurai sword as I knelt before him with my head bowed.
The Next Morning
I woke up the next morning when the phone rang in my ear. Bleary-eyed from too much champagne and too much sex (if there is such a thing), I scooped up the phone and put the receiver to my ear.
“Hello.” My voice came across as a hoarse croak.
“Rob, Is Kennedy there? I just got home and she isn’t here.” It was Steve, and his voice was edged with worry.
I looked over in my bed. Kennedy lay next to me, about halfway covered with a sheet. One of her legs hung out from under the bedding. She looked sexy, and exuded that well-fucked look that is really sexy on a woman the morning after.
“Yeah, she had a little too much champagne last night. I put her up in my guest room.” A twinge of guilt shot through me as I lied through my teeth to my best friend.
In actuality, I had fucked Kennedy seven ways from Sunday the night before. Three more times after the first two rounds, I had nailed Kennedy in every position we could think of in wild, imaginative, headboard banging into the wall, crazy monkey sex. I had filled her with load after load of my spunk, which I now was fervently hoping was infertile. If not, I was potentially in deep shit.
Over the past several hours, I had envisioned Steve killing me in many different ways. One thing that they all had in common was that they were gruesome, they were painful, and every single one of them guaranteed that I would have a closed casket funeral.
“Oh, that’s cool, Rob. So long as she’s OK. Just send her home when you wake her hungover ass up.” Steve punctuated his directive with a chuckle.
“Will do, buddy. Hey, and I’m sorry I over-served her.”
“Shit, I knew that was gonna happen. I just figured she could at least crawl home!” Steve laughed again.
“I’ll get her up in a bit, give her a couple of aspirin, and send her home,” I promised my best friend. I wondered if it would actually happen that way as I looked over at Kennedy, saw her bare lithe leg, and felt my morning wood start to form.
“Cool,” Steve said.
“Hey, how did it go last night?” I queried.
“Let me just say that I’m gonna take a nap now that I know that Kennedy’s OK.” Steve laughed again. He was on a roll.
“Got it. I’ll tell Kennedy to be quiet when she comes in. See ya.”
Steve hung up the phone on the other end. I reached out and stroked Kennedy’s hair away from her face. Her eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled.
“Baby, your dad’s home and called looking for you.”
She jolted awake.
“He’s not coming over is he?” Her voice was alarmed.
“No. I think that divorcee over-fucked him. He’s gonna take a nap. I told him you were in the guest room, and that I’d wake you up and send you home in a bit.”
“In a bit?” Kennedy’s eyebrows shot up as if to ask what “a bit” meant.
“Yeah.”
“So what should we do for a bit?” She asked, propped up on one elbow.
“Kennedy, I…uh…” I began to stammer, guilty at being naked and well-fucked in a bed with my best friend’s 18-year old daughter.
She quieted me by sliding one leg over my body and straddling me. Then she reached between us and guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy and slid down the length of my engorged morning wood.
She gasped as my cock struck bottom in her well-lubricated pussy.
Four Months Later
After that, I lived a life wracked with guilt. I began a torrid affair with my best friend’s daughter. Every time he traveled out of town for work, Kennedy was at my house, or I was at hers, and we had the usual wild, crazy sex.
The affair had rapidly developed into more than just sex. She professed her love for me, and I reciprocated, honestly and sincerely. Our long relationship as friends, despite our age difference, fueled by the catalyst of incredible sex, had blossomed into a full-blown adult love affair.
After that first month together, Kennedy told me that she had started her period. I heaved a sigh of relief knowing that we had potentially dodged a bullet. If I got her pregnant, my best friend in the world was not only going to be totally betrayed, but incredibly pissed.
Then a second month came and went. While we clandestinely fucked at every opportunity, never using protection or birth control, she started her period again. Again, I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then one morning I woke up with a profoundly sore throat and a fever of 102.7°. I called and got into my family doctor. After a quick examination, he diagnosed a likely case of strep throat, and ran a culture to do the in-office quick tests to confirm the diagnosis. When he came back for the ten minute results, they weren’t quite ready as he expected, and I asked about my potential fertility issue. He had treated both my deceased wife and I as our family physician, so he was familiar with our dilemma and had issued a referral for a fertility specialist when my wife was killed in the accident.
“So what brings up the new interest? A new relationship?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’d like to figure this out before I get too far down the road.” I lied as convincingly as possible, to spare having to explain that I was boinking the hell out of my best friend’s 18-year old daughter.
He handed me a little plastic cup, with a resealable lid, like you would get from a restaurant to take home salad dressing on a to-go order.
“Get me a sperm sample, and I can get the test run. You don’t need a specialist for that.”
“You don’t use a needle or something to get that sample?” I was horrified at the thought.
“No, just get it the natural way. You can do it yourself, or maybe get your new lady friend to help. Just get a sample and bring it back.” He grinned broadly and knowingly.
The next day, I brought back the cup, filled about halfway. Kennedy had expertly blown me and then we both guided the head of my spurting cock to spray into the cup. It had been a wild ride, but we ended up with a pretty good sample.
A Few Days Later
I was at work, when my assistant buzzed my office and told me my doctor was on the line. I picked up the phone.
“Rob, I have good news! Your sample was full of little swimmers. In fact, it was on the high end of the normal range for sperm count. So any problem that you had in the past, if there even was one, was likely on Sharon’s part.”
“That’s great news, Doc!” I was hoping that my lie was convincing. Now I was in dread after having spent the last four months having unprotected sex with a fertile high school senior who wasn’t on birth control.
“Shit! Damn! Fuck!” I pounded my fist hard down onto my desktop in frustration after hanging up with the doctor. I had a vision of Steve standing over me as I lay strapped down to a gurney, inserting an IV needle into my arm to administer the lethal injection.
Since it was nearly the end of the day, I clocked out a bit earlier than usual, climbed in my car and headed to the house. I pulled into the driveway, pulling down my tie as I walked up the driveway and into the house. I put the key into the front door lock to unlock it, turned it and felt that it met no resistance. It wasn’t locked.
I entered the house cautiously, afraid I had left it unlocked. Once inside, I looked around and saw Kennedy sitting on my couch. She had obviously been crying, as her cheeks were red from the course of tears down her face.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I asked, almost dreading the answer.
“Houston, we have a problem!” she announced dramatically as she held up a home pregnancy test stick. A bold pink plus sign glared out at me from across the room.
“Funny you should mention that. Remember that sperm sample you helped me gather?”
“Yeah, let me guess…” She hesitated, but clearly knew what I was about to say.
“Apparently, I’m fertile. Maybe even a little more so than normal, according to the doctor.” I explained to her.
“Yeah, ya think?” Her smartass tone was evident.
“Babe, let’s just get married. I’m cool with that. I love you!” I told her.
“Well I’m not! I don’t know what the fuck to do!” Distraught, she bolted from the room and out the door.
I stood flabbergasted. Now that made two of us. I had no idea what to do either.
Two Months Later
Steve and I sat, side by side, in the vast hall that had been rented for Kennedy’s graduation ceremony. After sitting through nearly 500 other students, Kennedy’s name was called and she cross the stage to receive her diploma. Steve began to stream tears because of his pride, and I did too, but because I knew that she carried a baby of mine in her womb as she graduated.
Steve’s piece of shit ex-wife hadn’t even shown up. The bitch.
“That’s our girl!” Steve said and looked over at me.
“Yeah!” I somehow managed to croak out.
Later, after the ceremony, we took pictures of everyone, mostly Steve and Kennedy. She told Steve that she was going out to celebrate with friends. Steve kissed her goodbye, still blubbering like a baby.
I drove Steve home and dropped him off.
An hour later, Kennedy surreptitiously pulled her car into my garage, put down the door, came upstairs, undressed and climbed into my bed.
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