by Lila Younger
To my surprise, she opens up her legs, her fingers spreading herself wide for me, wanton and ready for me to claim her. She’s on my bed, naked, her skin flushed pink. I can’t believe it. After so many nights thinking about her I’m finally taking her. It’s amazing to me that I’ve gone weeks holding back when she’s more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine.
Slowly she lies back down onto the bedspread, her eyes on mine. She’s already getting wet again, her pussy glistening with a sweet sheen just for me. I settle between her legs, my cock rubbing up against her tight cunt. The tip of my dick pushes past her clit, makes her moan as I lube myself up against her virgin entrance.
“I’m going to drill your little pussy until you scream my name baby.”
Penny’s cheeks glow red, as if she has anything still to be embarrassed about after showing me everything. My cock head pushes against her tight slit, into the liquid warmth of her pussy. God she’s tiny. The feel of her cunt swallowing me up in heat is the best thing in the world. There’s no going back now. She’s mine, mine to take as often as I please. And I plan on taking advantage of it every single night. Muscles clench against my intrusion, but I push harder, breaking through her virginity, taking her cherry for my own as her untouched teenage pussy convulses around my cock. Tears spring to her eyes as she cries, her whole body curling around me, sucking me in deeper even as it hurts her. I’ve had my share of women, but every single pussy pales in comparison to Penny. I never want another one.
“Penny,” I groan through gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Her breath is jagged as her body struggles to stretch around my cock. I can feel her muscles suctioned tight against the veins of my cock, my rod buried deep inside of her. I kiss her softly, distracting her from the pain until finally she starts kissing me back, slowly relaxing against my body. I can’t take it anymore. I need to fuck her. I begin to move, slowly, easing my way in and out of her, until I’m thrusting hard, like an animal, pounding away at her pussy, slamming down on her engorged clit with every jerk of my hips. Her moans get loud, calling out my name in breathy gasps of delight. Her pussy is dripping, her hips moving up to meet me with every stroke.
She almost screams as I almost all the way out before pushing in completely, hard. The headboard bangs against the wall as I thrust, punctuating each snap of my hips. I grunt hard as I fuck her, feel her all around my cock. I want her to milk me for every last drop, the thought spurring me to drive into her even faster. Good thing my room’s on the other side of the landing. Penny’s hand reaches down between us, but I grab her wrist, pin it to the bed. My other hand lifts her up, leg over my shoulder as I angle myself deeper, drive my fat cock in harder. I want her to come just from my dick, nothing else. Her muscles are squeezing hard around me, and I can tell by her ragged breathing that she’s close, so fucking close. Her breasts jiggle madly, nipples bouncing all over the place as I push my cock in, bottoming out in her womb. I want us to come together, and I know she’s close. I want to finish inside of her, possess her, and make sure she knows that nobody else’s cock but mine can fuck her now.
“Kane!” she screams, and I clamp a hand around her mouth.
Her whole pussy shuts down on my cock, her body shaking as her climax rips through her. I can’t take it anymore, her pussy milking me as I feel my cum shoot through my cock and spray her in thick streams of cum. I’m buried inside of her, all nine inches, our bodies connected together as one. Cum lashes the walls of her pussy, fills her up in hot cream. I never want to leave.
I put my forehead to hers, our eyes meeting as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her leg falls down around my waist, tightening, holding me in. She’s trying to hold on to the aftershocks of her orgasm. I don’t mind staying inside her longer. In fact, I’d like to stay forever.
Finally, I can’t hold it anymore. I pull my dick out slowly, still semi-hard, and Penny gives a soft moan as I finally leave. Her pussy’s all swollen shut from getting fucked so hard there’s just a few drops. But I know how it was. My dick’s covered in cream, our cum mixing all together. I fall onto the bed, pull her close to me so I can smell the sweet scent of her skin again. She’s absolutely perfect in my arms, just the right size for snuggling my cock against her pussy. I don’t want to hurt her by going again so soon, hard as it is not to angle myself and thrust into her. She’s loosened up and ready after all. But I have to be patient and wait. Penny deserves the best attention from me, and tomorrow will come soon enough…
Penny
His heart beat is strong and steady. I’m pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around me as we recover. No wonder people have sex all the time, I think contentedly. I wish I could stay forever, tangled in these sheets with Kane, but of course I can’t. There’s always a slight chance the children would find us. I’m not too worried about my mom, because I can just tell her I ended up staying at Sarah’s or something. We do sleepovers a lot, although these days it’s more to binge watch Netflix than to give each other manicures and makeovers.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, kissing me again.
I want to let him pull me in again, but I shouldn’t. We’ve already done it two more times, and the clock already says 2 a.m. I’m deliciously exhausted, but I don’t care. I feel like I’m flying, like all my dreams have come true. The way Kane touches me, looks at me, like I’m some treasured thing, makes me radiant. You look gorgeous, he whispered, just before his hand slipped between my legs to rub my clit and start us all over again. Make sure I knew that I belonged to him now. He’s touched every single bit of me.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” I whisper softly. “Tomorrow night we can put the girls to bed a little early.”
He brushes a lock of hair from my face and kisses me. We smell like sex, a mix of our smells, and I feel a shiver of desire pass through me all over again.
“Tomorrow then,” he says, like a promise.
I slowly disentangle myself, put on my clothes, and head out. At the door I pause and turn around, head tilted as I drink in the sight of Kane Morrison. He’s got his arms behind his head, a grin on his face as he watches me watch him. His sculpted body is perfection, hard, lean muscle all the way down to his fabulous cock. Even soft, he’s at least seven inches. I bite my lip just thinking of what he’s done with it.
“If you keep looking you won’t be able to go,” he says in a low voice.
“You’re right,” I say, finally tearing my eyes away to look back up to his smiling eyes. “Tomorrow.”
And then I quickly close the door behind me. I sag against it. That took all my willpower, but I refuse to be one of those women who don’t know when to leave after casual sex. Jen made that mistake once, and it was pretty humiliating. She got woken up at 5 a.m., her stuff shoved into her hands, and practically pushed out the door. I never want to have that happen to me. Not that I think Kane would ever be that kind of guy. But I know that I don’t truly have a spot in his life, or at least not as anything more than the help. He told me clearly that he wasn’t looking for anything more, that the girls were his focus right now. And I completely respect that. How can you not love a man who is going to be there for his darling little girls? Even I love them, and I’ve only been watching them for a few days.
I almost dance down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind me securely.
I don’t remember the drive back home, I’m just reliving all of our moments together. I’ve had boyfriends of course, I’ve been kissed, and even though I’ve never gone all the way, I know what sex is like. But that’s nothing in comparison to actually doing it. It feels amazing and incredible, like fireworks going off inside of me. I’m already craving the feeling again, the need to have Kane’s huge dick inside of me, pulsing and filling me and making me whole. My pussy clenches, empty, needy. I want him again, I realize with a shock. How could such a change come over me so quickly? It’s almost worrying.
“Hi honey,” my dad calls from the living room
He’s reading the newspaper, because he’s old like that. We got him an iPad last year so he could read the news on it, but he complains that it strains his eyes or something.
“Hi dad,” I say, leaning against the living room’s arched entry.
“You look happy about something,” he notes. He peers over his glasses. “Did you go shopping again?”
“No, I was working!”
I quickly wipe the giant smile off of my face.
“Hm. Well you nice. How is the job coming along anyways?”
“It’s really good. The two girls are really sweet. The older one tries her best to take care of her sister, who’s an angel. She doesn’t like her dad much, but I think that’s because she’s lonely. It doesn’t sound like she has many friends.”
I shift my purse higher up onto my shoulder, and just as I move, I can feel some of Kane’s cum seep out of folds. I suddenly stand up straight, cheeks burning. Oh god, can my dad see?
“Gotta go,” I say abruptly, spinning around. “Forgot I was going to call Jen.”
My dad lifts up his newspaper to cover his face, thank god, and I race up the stairs to my own bedroom. I can feel the wetness against my pussy, and as soon as I slam the door behind me, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans before shoving it all off of me. I’m covered in bruises and bite marks, and I can see where he’s nipped me along my inner thigh. A little souvenir to remind me that it wasn’t just a dream. I pull up my panties, and there’s the telltale smear of cream against the plain black cotton, proof of what we did. I hesitate, then let my tongue dart out to take a taste. It’s salty brine, and earthy and masculine. It’s him. There’s no other way to describe it.
Suddenly, my heart seizes.
He came inside of me. More than once.
I can’t believe we forgot to use protection. We hadn’t thought about it at all, either of us, despite the fact that we both were smart enough to know what could come of it. I try to count back, to remember just when my cycle was. We’re probably in the clear, but just to be safe, we definitely shouldn’t do it again. That’s the last thing I need, to become a baby mama when I don’t even have a real job or prospects. Kane would do the right thing, since he cares so much about family, but I wouldn’t want to force anyone into that kind of situation. That’s not how true love comes about.
Once I’m dressed again in clean clothes, I flop onto my bed and pull my laptop towards me so I could do some Googling. I mean, I hardly know this man. Well, I know what kind of person he is, but not really a lot about who. I type in his name, and not surprisingly, the first link is to Adrenaline Adventures. The about page tells all about why and how he founded the company. Just as I thought, he was an outdoorsy kind of person. It seems too that he’s very charitable, and his organization gives back to a lot of environmental groups, which makes sense, since his tours are based almost entirely on being out in the wilderness. Still, I’m impressed.
My curiosity gets the better of me when I see a short mention about his ex-wife Andrea Morrison. I’ve vaguely heard the name before. I think she had a T.V. show? I type her name into Google, and just as I thought, there’s a T.V. show based on her book which has just come out. Sarah’s been telling me all about it. Seven kingdoms are at war with each other, with dragons and faeries and all kinds of magic. I’m not really a fantasy kind of a person (I sort of slept through Lord of the Rings when Sarah made me go watch it with her. To be fair, her mom did too). Apparently she’s very famous, and judging by her books, very successful too. In fact, they’ve already been translated into over twenty languages. I glance back up at the picture of her. Beautiful blonde hair, rail thin body, with an aristocratic face that has a cold beauty to it. She looks almost like a snow queen.
Wow. We’re like night and day.
The tiny, tiny bit of me that hopes maybe there could be something more between Kane and I shrivels up completely. His ex-wife was beautiful, successful, and thin. If that’s his type, then I’m never going to stand a chance. I don’t even have a clue what I’m going to do, much less do it with the type of success that Andrea Morrison has found. The only thing I know so far is that I love children, and honestly, would love to be a mother. Some ambition that is. My mom would probably shriek if she knew. It’s not that I don’t appreciate all the things that women can do now, I do. It’s just that well, I don’t want to do them. What I love to do, what I know I’m good at, is being with kids. But I’d have to actually be married to have one, or at least, be in love with someone. I’m not so baby obsessed that I don’t know it’d be incredibly hard on my own. So I guess for now having Amelia and Amanda to look after is a pretty good compromise.
I roll over on my bed, arms outstretched as I stare at the canopy over my bed. I begged for this princess bed when I was ten, and it’s still here. Suddenly, it seems very juvenile to me, like I haven’t grown up at all. I’m just a casual fling for him. Something to satisfy his lust, but that has to be kept secret from his children because there is no future ahead for us. Just like he said. He was good enough to make things clear to me ahead of time. He left it up to me to decide. Do I take the situation for what it is, or do I refuse?
The trouble is, I’m not sure I could refuse even if I wanted. Desire coils in my belly, and I let my hand drift downwards. I want him again. And again, and again.
Kane
“Hey,” a now familiar voice calls softly. “It’s bedtime.”
I look up from my laptop and smile at Penny. Today her hair is down, a riot of red curls that’s honestly my favorite hairstyle for her.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I tell her.
“Perfect. I’ll go and let them know,” she says. “And by the way, you look good today.”
The last part is in a whisper, so that my daughter’s don’t hear. Ever since she mentioned that she liked me in blue, I’ve made it a point to always wear some. I don’t truly have that much work to do, but in order to make sure that Penny is able to stay late at the house and not have to double back, I’ve taken to bringing work home. It’s a good routine that we’ve got down now: We eat dinner, I ‘work’, and after the girls go to bed, we get to play. Tonight I have something extra special for her that she knows nothing about yet.
She retreats and closes the French doors. She’s got on a dress today, a sexy red sheath that hugs her curves, with a slit up the back and an exposed zipper. I’m already fantasizing about taking it off of her. She’s got on these tall, over the knee boots, but no tights, so all that comes between me and her pussy are her flimsy little panties. I idly stroke my cock beneath the desk. I can hardly wait. In fact…
“Penny?” I call out.
She hasn’t gone far down the hallway, and soon she’s poking her head through the doorway again. Seeing her makes my cock twitch in my grasp. She can’t see what I’m doing, which makes it even better.
“Yes?”
“What are the girls doing?”
“Watching a T.V. show,” she says. “Is something wrong? I have to hurry or the next episode will start and it’ll be impossible to pull them away.”
Perfect.
“Come here,” I instruct her. “Close the door behind you.”
She steps into my study and closes the door. I’ve imagined taking her here since the very first day, and I think it’s about time to see if fantasy lives up to reality.
“What are you…” she asks warily.
She steps around the desk and I spin to show her my cock.
“Oh!”
“I want you to suck it baby,” I tell her, slowly pumping my hand up and down. “Get on your knees.”
“But the girls-”
“Won’t know unless you keep wasting time.”
She obediently drops down onto her knees and scoots forward. My cock towers over her face, and I have to grab her hand to place it on me before I let go. Her little fingers can hardly wrap around my pole it’s so thick.
“Come on baby, put it in your mouth,” I grunt.
She leans forward and warm soft lips wrap around my dick head, her tongue tentatively circling around the rim.
“That’s it,” I tell her, gently pushing her head forward. “That’s it.”
She eases more of my shaft into her mouth, the thick meat filling up her mouth as she tries to swallow more. I groan as she works, my dick bumping the back of her throat barely before half of it is in. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive underside, sending a bolt of pleasure to my balls. My hand wraps her hair around it, tightening and pulling her down deeper. She chokes a little on my cock, her murmurs vibrating through my shaft. I open my eyes and watch as she began to bob up and down, using both of her hands to cover my shaft as she work me. Each time she swallowed my cock deep in her throat, I shudder with pleasure. My hips move, wanting desperately to fuck her pretty little face, but if I did that I know I won’t last.
Instead I pull her back, her mouth releasing my cock with a pop.
“Wh-”
I lift her up, spin her around, and push her down over my desk. That sexy red dress has given me a hard on I can’t seem to get rid of, so she’ll have to help me finish I. Penny drapes herself over my desk, holding still. I take the hem of her dress and push it hard, up and over her round ass. It’s harder than it looks, the dress is pretty tight, but I manage to work it up. She’s got on red panties today, and paired with those fuck me boots, she’s a vision. I lean down over her, my cock grinding against her ass. It nestles perfectly against them, and soon I’m going to take her little ass cherry too. Pushing her hair aside, I suck on her earlobe hard.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” I whisper harshly.
“Me too,” she whispers.
Her eyes dart to the glass doors.
“We better hurry huh?” I say, catching her thought.
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