Taken Three Times

by Madison Faye

  "I got it!"

  But as I leapt up and ran around the edge of the pool, I suddenly felt my feet slip and slide right out from under me. Suddenly, as my breath froze in my throat, gravity went topsy-turvy on me as I went toppling over, and everything went black.

  10

  Jake

  Fuck, this is not good.

  Well, what was very good was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.

  And see, that's what the “not good” part was.

  She grinned up at me in a sleepy, groggy way . "You saved me?"

  I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.

  "Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."

  Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"

  I had to laugh again. "Of course I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're okay.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.

  I knew with every damn step that I was taking way too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl; way too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of course going to make sure she was okay. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.

  Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were way too much fun.

  I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. “Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"

  I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.

  "No, no. I'm okay." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I remembered everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.

  And I was instantly rock hard.

  Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a man fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.

  “Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when…”

  She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, considering what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.

  "I'm not,” I growled out loud, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”

  She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it could to get me to get up, walking the fuck away from this situation and out before I did something stupid.

  Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.

  "I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.

  I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"

  "In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think about you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”

  I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.

  “Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."

  I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.

  "You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”

  My jaw dropped at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"

  "I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."

  And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.

  She gasped as I suddenly pulled her small body tight against me as my lips crushed into hers. She moaned hungrily, opening her lips to my tongue as I groaned into her mouth. All the scattered thoughts in my head went wild as those perfect young lips melted into mine, but I growled and shoved them aside as I concentrated on taking that innocent mouth with my own and making it mine.

  My big hands slid down and around the bare skin of her waist, pushing her against the couch as I kissed her hard and pressed myself against her. She gasped loudly as my mouth broke away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck, and she threw my head back against the cushions behind her as I sucked at the delicate and sensitive skin at her collarbone. She hugged me to her hard, rolling her hips against me as if needing me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.

  I knew she could feel the throbbing bulge in my shorts pulse against her thigh as I pressed against her. My hands slid down from her waist to slide around and cup at her ass, my fingers sliding just beneath the elastic edge of the bikini to grip tightly at her bare young skin. I pulled her against me, grinding myself against that small, tight body as she clung to me, pushing back with her hips and grinding herself against my bulge.

  “Oh, Mr. Harding!” She gasped and moaned into my ear. My cock throbbed at the sound of that innocence in my ear; roared at the thought of taking that innocence and making it mine. Her hands slid up my bare torso, running over the hard muscles of my back as she clutched me tightly.

  "Chelsea, honey, this is so wrong,” I growled, as her mouth sought my face, my neck. Her mouth latched onto the skin there and I grunted as I felt those tender lips suck at my neck.

  "We shouldn't be doing this! You're- Jesus, you're way too young!" This was the girl from next door. I was friends with her fucking parents for God’s sake. I was a recently divorced, thirty-nine year old man, and this tight, barely legal nineteen year old should’ve been the last girl in the world writhing against me on that couch

  She gasped as she slid her mouth up to my ear. “I'm old enough, Mr. Harding," she panted, sucking on my earlobe to punctuate.

  I growled. “I know, honey, but this is bad, we-"

  “Let me show you how bad I can be, please Mr. Harding?”

  And that was the final straw for both of us. Just like that, every doubt and every last defense I had shattered. With a grunt, my hands were pulling her body up against me, clutching at her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. I ground my throbbing cock against the damp wet heat between her legs through her bikini bottoms as my mouth went to her neck again. I sucked and bit my way down to her chest. Chelsea moaned and and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts towards me as my mouth sucked and kissed
its way further down, moving over the soft, small curve of her tits. Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around one delicate and erect pink nub straining atop her soft slopes and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge.

  I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls deep in her and stretch that tight pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before.

  My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away. I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet young pussy was revealed to me.

  The beast inside of me roared. FUCK yes.

  And there she was, shyly biting her lip as I spread her thighs apart, my eyes almost glazing over as I stared between them, gripping her legs tightly.

  Fucking perfection.

  “Do you like it, Mr. Harding?”

  I groaned, feeling my cock lurch in my shorts. “Oh my God, Chelsea. You're so fucking beautiful, honey.”

  She whimpered as she leaned up and my mouth crashed against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my strong fingers sliding over the slippery lips of her slit, and she gasped out loud, breaking our kiss.

  “Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”

  I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.

  She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She pushed her hips up and forward, and before I could say anything else, my finger slid deep into her steaming hot slit.

  We both gasped as my finger plunged inside of her. My hand twisted and I crooked my finger up and against her front wall, pressing and stroking at that little spot right there, and I growled as I watched her moan and writhe for me.

  She started to claw at the belt of my shorts as I fingered her impossibly tight pussy, yanking at the buckle and then pulling at my zipper. I groaned as she reached inside, and grinned as she gasped when her small fingers brushed against my thick, throbbing hot cock. Gently, she started to push my shorts down over my hips, and she gasped again as she pulled my cock right out.

  Chelsea’s jaw dropped, her eyes as big as saucers as she just stared at my cock. Her small little hand looked even smaller with my big dick against it, and as she slowly let her fingers wrap around my girth, I could see her breathing as heavily as I was. I had to smirk; apparently, those college boys didn’t deliver anything like what I was packing.

  She wrapped her fingers around me, circling as much of the thick girth as she could before she started to pull on me, stroking me.

  “Like this, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, looking up with wide, hungry eyes at me as I slid my finger deep into her dripping wet, sweet little pussy.

  “Just like that, honey.”

  Jesus, this girl had stroked a cock or two before, right?

  I leaned down to her neck again, biting the skin there as her small hand stroked my cock. I heard her gasp as she brought her lips to my ear. “I want you to put it inside of me, Mr. Harding."

  I groaned and throbbed in her hand as my finger curled and rubbed inside of her. She pulled me closer before I could say anything, bringing the head of my cock to rest against the slick, soft lips of her cunt.

  "Mr. Harding, I- I want- I want you to be my first.”

  OH HOLY FUCKING CHRIST.

  My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I suddenly pulled back from her. “What? Honey, no. Holy shit, no.” I stared at her, very aware at how even as I protested, my cock was growing even bigger. “Chelsea! I can't! Your father- Jesus!"

  I tried to pull away from her grasp, but I know she could feel my cock twitch and jump in her hand, throbbing against her pussy even more even as I tried to protest.

  Her face fell a little though. “Don’t- Oh, God, don’t you want me?”

  Fuck.

  My dick twitched against her slit as I growled and mashed my mouth against her small, innocent, virgin lips. “More than you fucking know, honey,” I growled. “I wanna fill you with every inch of my big cock. I want to feel my balls against your ass as I fuck you bare, and I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fill you up with my cum.”

  She moaned, the sound so fucking sweet and so fucking primally sexy at the same time. I groaned as I felt her reach for my cock again, her fingers sliding over the velvety skin. “Please, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, her eyes pleading with me as her small fingers slid up and down over my pulsing shaft. She pulled me closer, pressing it against her tight, virgin teen pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.

  My hesitance cracked as the head of my cock slipped against those soft lips, and I groaned. “Are you sure?” My voice was like gravel as I tried to hold back from shoving her arms over her head, throwing her legs over my shoulder, and fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. “Chelsea, I don't think you know what you're do-”

  “I want this, Mr. Harding. I've always wanted this with you. For you to be my first,” she husked at me, her voice thick with adult lust and her eyes begging. “Please.”

  And just like that, my hesitation crumbled completely. My mouth crashed against hers, and she moaned as she started to eagerly pull my cock against her.

  Suddenly, I broke away, my mouth kissing down her neck and over her breasts. My cock slipped from her hand as I moved further down. I looked up when she gasped to see hesitance in her face. “Mr. Harding, where are you-"

  "Shhh, honey, lie back. I'm going to make you feel good."

  It suddenly hit me just how innocent this girl was. Not only had no other man ever been inside that sweet little cunt I was inching towards, but it seemed no one had ever even done this to her. How in the world had no one ever managed to taste the sweet young honey I could already smell between this sexy fucking girl’s incredible legs?

  She gasped and threw her head back as my tongue slid wetly against those pink lips, and she cried out as my tongue dragged up through her slit and curled around her throbbing clit. My finger pressed back against her opening and slid inside as I wrapped my lips around her clit and gently tongued it. It was like a fast track to a climax, and I could already feel her young body clenching and seizing as my experienced tongue and fingers quickly and gently coaxed her towards that climax.

  Her first, at the hands of a man.

  With a loud moan and a cry, she came hard against my face, her hands in my hair as her sweet juices flowed out of her and coated my chin. I kept tonguing her clit and fingering her tight channel right through her climax, keeping her floating like that as she whimpered and moaned and made these cute little mewling sounds.

  When I pulled away and sat back, she suddenly jumped on me. Yanking the rest of her bikini top from her body, pushing me back. She jumped into my lap and kissed me hungrily. I knew she could taste the sticky sweetness of her own pussy on my lips, and when she hungrily sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, licking at her taste there, I could feel my cock surge between us.

  I could feel my throbbing cock pulsing hot between our bodies as I ground myself against her, feeling her hands clutching at my back as she kissed me.

  She reached down between us, raising up slightly, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I looked down and watched her face tense as the head eased against her opening, like she was having a momentary feeling of panic wondering how in the world I was going to fit something that big inside her tight young pussy.

  “I’m gonna go slow, ba
by,” I growled, wondering as my cock slipped through her sweet folds how in the fuck I was going to hold up to that promise. All I wanted to do was shove balls deep inside of her and pound her sweet cunt like I wanted to until my cum ran down her thighs. But of course, I wasn’t going to do that.

  Not this time, at least.

  She gasped as she pulled me in, feeling my fat head part her tender lips. I groaned and pushed up as she slowly sank down, sliding the fat head of my cock through her wet lips to slide inside. Her jaw went slack as I felt myself press up against something - her hymen, and she whimpered and slowed for a second.

  “Honey, we don’t have to-”

  I roared as she suddenly shoved herself down on me, my cock pushing through her thin virgin cherry and plunging deep inside of her. She threw her head back in a silent scream, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I stretched her open for the very first time. She whimpered hungrily as my thick girth pressed against her walls, my cock hard and pulsing, stretching her hot, quivering little pussy as she clutched at me.

  With a low growl, I thrust my hips forward and buried myself thickly and to the hilt in her hot, milking channel. She cried out, loudly then, her moans filling the living room as I filled her entirely. She was impossibly tight beyond my wildest dreams. Nothing could have prepared me for how fucking tight, and how dripping wet and clenching that barely legal pussy was. Feel her stretch around me, and knowing I was the first man to take her there had my cock throbbing deep inside of her. It was somehow even better than I could have ever imagined, and somehow right then, knowing that I was her first had me clenching my teeth fighting to keep from emptying my cum into her right there.

  We started to rock like that; slowly at first, and then faster as her moaning little cries filled the room and her tight little body writhed and bucked on top of me.

  “I can't stop thinking about it!” She panted out, moaning now at my thrusts, at my hands clutching her tight little ass as I started to shove my cock up deep inside her again and again. “It was so hot to watch you like that! I played with my pussy that night again you know, and a lot of times after, thinking about it.” She whimpered as I shoved in deep. “Oh God, Mr. Harding, I’ve thought about you so many times while I played with my little pussy!”