by Sanya Sitter
Like how I need to be careful about who I choose to fuck and how to get through high school without being taken advantage of.
But I was always more than careful, because I've never wanted to fuck anyone else but him.
I dip my fingers back underneath my panties and slide them between my folds. The pink manicured tips curl just enough to enter inside my wet hole and I let out a sigh. My breath quickens and my heart pounds in my chest.
I bring the other hand up to pinch my nipple gently and my body tingles. Then I grab the whole breast and bring it up to my mouth.
My lips part and I flick at the nipple with my tongue, sending electric vibrations down my spine each time.
"Jenny, what the fuck are you doing up there?" My mom is still yelling. I thought about shouting exactly what I was doing so she might shut the hell up.
If I could get knocked up by Mr. Parker, I might be able to get away from my Mom's incessant nagging. After all, he was the sort of man who would take care of me and fulfill his obligation to our child if he got me pregnant.
The way he looks at me sometimes, I know he's thought about fucking my brains out. All I have to do is fan the flames.
I moan long and loud as the fingers in my pussy go two knuckles deep. Then I curl them in just the right way to stimulate my G-spot.
Even though I was a virgin, I had masturbated to Mr. Parker washing his car every weekend since I turned nineteen a couple months ago, so I was no stranger to my body.
I had even bought my very own dildo specifically for this weekly occasion. The rubbery thing wobbles on the desk next to me as I lose my balance and fall forward.
My supple tits are compressed against the glass in front of me in full view of all the neighbors. And they are big enough to fill most the pane in the slit uncovered by the curtains.
And it was just my luck that Mr. Parker turned to look up at me right at that moment. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped. His gaze was fixed on the two large areola that stared back at him.
Utterly embarrassed, I fumble in a panic for the curtain cord to draw them closed. But like a total klutz, I fall over backward instead. I land hard on the floor, knocking over the dildo from my desk on the way down. It bounces off my breast and ends up on the carpet next to me.
"The hell is going on? Laura, get your ass down here already. Don't make me come up there!" I can't believe it. Mr. Parker has just seen my bare tits for the first time.
What must he be thinking now? Did he like what he saw?
I stare up at the popcorn ceiling, trying to catch my breath. Either way, tonight is the night I'm going to let Mr. Parker fuck me.
With his wife gone for a couple hours, there is no way he will be able to resist my advances after what he just saw. The naive little girl he once knew has fully matured now.
I pick up the dildo, brush the tip along the softness of my belly, and circle it around my navel. I imagine Mr. Parker mounting me on the floor while I'm spread eagle, kissing sensually along my neck.
I close my eyes and trace the end of the the dildo from my navel down between my legs. My body jolts as the head of it enters me and I bite my bottom lip to stifle a yelp so Mom doesn't hear.
My wetness allows it to slide in and out of me with ease while my thick juices coat the rubbery shaft. I think about what it would feel like for Mr. Parker to stick his cock in my wet virgin pussy.
I want him to feel the warmth and the tightness of it. I want him to take my body as he pleases. And I want to squeeze the walls of my pussy tight around his dick until he cums inside me.
I shove the dildo in deep, taking the whole thing inside me until the rubber balls slap against my tiny asshole at the other end. I cup the thing by the ball sac and ram it as far as it will go.
I wince when it bottoms out at my cervix and my hips buck up into the air.
"That's it, I'm coming up there Laura!" My mother yells, but I continue ignoring her. It felt too good to stop now.
I imagine Mr. Parker holding my legs up from behind the knees, drilling into me with his enormous cock. I clutch the base of the shaft with both hands and start pounding my pussy like a jackhammer .
My legs twitch and my waist shudders. I squint my eyes shut and purse my lips together, trying desperately to contain the urge to scream.
"Mm--" is what comes out instead. I feel a growing tingle deep inside me and I know I'm about to cum. Hard.
It takes every bit of willpower to stop myself from just screaming at the top of my lungs. The orgasm that was building within me was unlike any I had felt before.
"Come out right now!" She's on the other side of the door now. My legs jet out straight in the air as I drive the dildo vigorously into the depths of my pussy.
My mom pounds against the door and my bedroom walls shake.
Almost there. Almost...
"Laura!" She pounds again.
"Dammit Mom I--I'm coming!" But not downstairs to do the dishes. My body writhes and I can't help but moaning loud and long.
"What the fuck?" She yells.
My vision blurs, my mind goes blank. Juices gush out of me onto the carpet and my whole body spasms violently. I am blinded by the ecstasy of it all. My arms and legs drop to the floor and my mind rides on waves of pleasure.
Finally, the door opens.
My mother looks mortified when she sees me sprawled out on the floor with the dildo firmly embedded deep inside my quivering pussy. Juices are still flowing out of me and dribbling off the rubbery balls.
But I could hardly give a shit. It felt too good to care.
The door slams shut and I continue to lie there, just basking in the after glow of my incredible orgasm. I can only imagine what it would feel like to fuck Mr. Parker for real.
******
I had to work up some tears before knocking on the double doors of Mr. Parker's house. Appealing to his good nature would be my best chance at getting his head between my legs.
Mom had freaked out at me when I finally came downstairs. But instead of fighting, I just left and came here. But at least now I had an excuse to come over.
"My mom... she kicked me out!" I sob as the doors crack open.
"Laura?" He looks stunned. I duck under his arms and let myself inside.
"She's such a bitch!" I say. "I don't know where to go right now..." I get in close enough to feel his warm breath on the tip of my cold nose.
He still smelled of sweat and musk. "Is it cool to hang out with you for awhile?" I beam at him through teary eyes.
The dark mascara I had on was smeared across one cheek. I must have looked pathetic, but this was my long awaited opportunity to finally be alone with him.
"Come in Laura. Relax and have a seat." He motions to the giant living room down the hall. I grab his arm and lean my head against his shoulder as we walk together, still sobbing.
When we enter the room, I plop on the long leather couch in a huff and slouch into the cushions.
"What's going on?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned. He takes a seat beside me. I wipe another tear off my face and turn to face him with innocent eyes.
I sniffle, pretending to choke back more tears. Mr. Parker embraces me and holds me close to his chest. The firmness of his pecs comforts me as I weep into his shirt.
He holds me there for a while, patting gently on my back for reassurance. I sniffle again and press lightly against hardness of his chest to push away. Staring at him again and running fingers through my hair to brush it from my face, I ask,
"When does your wife get back?" He cocks his head in a quizzical fashion.
"Huh? Why do you--"
"Because I need to know how much time you have to fuck me, silly!" I giggle and slap playfully on his knee. He looks utterly speechless. I can't help but laugh though, because, "That's the same look I saw you make earlier when you spotted me in the window today."
"Wha--what window?" He's stammering again like the time I brought him those cupcakes. I guess he was going to p
lay dumb.
"I know you saw me..." Mr. Parker shakes his head as I stand to get in front of him. "You saw me with my big tits hanging out, didn't you?" I bend over so he has a perfect view of my busty cleavage. The scoop neck of my black tank top hangs low as one spaghetti strap falls off the shoulder.
I grab his chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt his head up. I gaze passionately into his dark green eyes. "And you want to fuck them, don't you?" My tongue traces along my upper lip and I can feel him trembling.
"Now that we're here alone, I can give you an even better view." I giggle, standing up straight again. I curl manicured fingers under the bottom of my tank top and lift it over my head. I toss it onto his lap and reach behind to unhook my red lacy bra.
My bare tits jiggle and then hang as the bra hits the carpet floor.
"Laura..." He whispers, eyes wide and mouth agape. Cupping a breast in my hand, I ask,
"You want to taste them, don't you Mr. Parker?" I get the nipple of it into my mouth and suck sensually, licking around the areola while staring into his eyes with more lustful intention. My breast tingles and my eyelids flutter.
I nibble playfully at my nipple with soft lips while beaming with delight at Mr. Parker. Giggling again, I say,
"Or maybe..." I turn around and bend over, stepping my legs apart in my white platform pumps. My black tights stretch thinly from my ankles up to my round ass showing through the nylon.
I had discarded the soggy wet panties from earlier and wasn't wearing anything underneath.
My dripping juices mark a dark wet spot between my thighs where Mr. Parker's eyes are fixed. "Maybe you would rather have a taste of this virgin pussy?" I guide my hands slowly up from my knees to the inside of my thighs. I fold both hands between my crotch and moan.
"I--Laura..." I moan louder over his voice. "You have to stop--we can't..." I reach around to tug down slowly at my tights from behind. The afternoon sunlight that fills the living room illuminates the pale skin of my bare ass.
My fingers creep along the roundness of my butt, pulling the tights down along with them.
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"I mean it Laura!" When my fingers reach the back of my thighs, a bit of the nylon sticks between my lips where the wet spot is.
I pull down a bit further, the fabric snaps free, and Mr. Parker has a perfect view of my tight little pussy. I rotate my neck to look behind at him while I'm bent over.
"Just a little taste?" I fake a childish pout and smack firmly against my ass. Mr. Parker jumps at the crisp cracking sound of my skin being spanked. I press an indent into the skin with my finger tips, rubbing in small circles at the raw spot.
My pussy quivers and I whimper with the eagerness to be fucked senseless.
"But, what... what if my wife comes home? She'll kill me!" I spank my ass again, harder this time.
"If we don't have much time," I say, my wet juices dribbling down between the gap of my thighs, "Then you'd better start fucking me, Mr. Parker." His hands are trembling, his legs shake with a certain anxiousness.
"Please?" I grin and bring an index finger down my entrance. He body language is that of a man utterly conflicted.
"I"m so wet for you, Mr. Parker..." But at long last, he has made the decision internally. Mr. Parker rises from the couch with a sudden determination.
He gets up behind me and wraps his strong hands around my waist. I feel his nose graze the bottom of my spine, then it traces the line of my crack. I gasp when I feel the flat of his tongue tasting my pussy.
"Ungh!" The sensation of Mr. Parker eating me out was surreal. His tongue lapped at my wetness, slurping and sucking, savoring the sweetness of my juices.
I felt his tongue dart between my folds and make figure eights around my clit. I moan, long and hard. "Yes, Mr. Parker... Yes!"
He pulls me in by the waist harder against his face. His eyes are squinted between my cheeks as he sucks and slobbers with relish.
His long tongue curls around my mound to lick at my pubic hair and his moans are muffled between my ass cheeks.
My legs shudder when I feel his warm breath on my puckered asshole. Mr. Parker's saliva drips from my hood while he's sucking my clit.
His groans of delight trigger subtle vibrations of pleasure through my core. I hear his lips smacking when he finally pulls away for air to say,
"God damn, Laura..." And I can't help but snicker gleefully. The moment I had fantasized about for so long was becoming reality. Mr. Parker is going to ravage me and give me the child I yearn for.
I will take his giant, throbbing cock from behind and milk the cum out of him with my tight virgin walls. With his seed, I will have my own baby just like Brandon. And Mr. Parker will be there for me.
He will support me and let me live in his beautiful home, where we can raise our child happily together.
Just so long as his wife doesn't come home in time to catch us fucking.
The taste of my pussy had sent him into a frenzy of lust. Mr. Parker is standing, fumbling at the black leather buckle of his pants with feverish determination. I'm still bent over in my platform pumps while he's unhooking the thing, shaking my ass playfully at his crotch to entice him further.
He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and I hear his pants fall the floor.
His grip is fierce and tight as he pulls them apart. I wink my tiny asshole at him, giggling some more.
"Are you ready to fuck me now, Mr. Parker?" My back arches when I feel the tip of him circling around the soft, sensitive flesh.
His cock felt massive between my ass as he slid it up and down, gliding along the crack thoroughly lubricated by my juices. Then he squeezes my cheeks to sandwich his cock snug between them.
His eyes roll back at the sensation of my soft warm flesh enveloping his member entirely. The length of him glides smoothly while he moans. The throbs of his shaft on my asshole send electric tingles that course through the very depths of my core.
The friction of him along my crack has me gushing wet. My pussy quivers intensely with the anticipation of accepting the whole of him inside me.
Then Mr. Parker releases his vulture grip on my ass to glide his palms up my sides, tickling his finger tips gently on my ribcage along the way.
I gasp when his hands reach underneath to cup my supple breasts. I arch my back again and connect with the slippery sheen of sweat on his firm, protruding abdominal muscles. I feel his chest expand and contract against me as my own breaths become more rapid.
"Please, Mr. Parker! I need your cock inside me!" I press against the hands holding my tits. "Fuck my tight virgin pussy until you cum!"
And then I feel the tip of him spreading my lips apart. The girth of him fills the entrance of my wet hole and my walls clench out of reflex. I have to bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from screaming while he slides in deeper.
He pulls me by the breasts to impale me on his enormous cock until he's balls deep. My wet juices ooze down his large sac when it slaps hard against my clit. I can't hold it any more.
I scream out, writhing my hips against him as he bottoms out at my cervix. He's pumping every inch into me, swirling his cock around in the very depths of me and hitting my G-spot just perfect.
The grip on my tits tightens like a vice. He squeezes my nipples hard between the thin cracks of his fingers and I scream again. The front of my long dark hair falls and clings to the sweat of my forehead.
My tongue darts to the corner of my upper lip and my eyelids flutter as I moan with the increasing intensity of his thrusts.
But then my eyes go wide at the sound of something outside.
"Did you hear that?" I swear I'd heard the distinct sound of tires crunching atop gravel in the driveway. But Mr. Parker continues to pound me wildly from behind, grunting as beads of sweat fall from his chest and roll across the floral tattoo of my lower back.
I don't think we have much time. I need him to finish inside me before his wife comes through that door.
I reach around, clutching his bare cheeks and tugging him even closer against me. I buck my ass against his cock, slamming his balls harder against my clit. He groans, and my grip intensifies as I pull him into me as far as he will go.
His head beats against my cervix, I stifle a whimper and my hips jolt.
There is the sound of footsteps against concrete coming up to the door. My hips gyrate and my walls contract and release, trying to coax his load into me.
His cock throbs hard against my walls as I hold him in place. The tingling warmth at my core continues to build. The subtle pulsations of his cock are enough to send me over the edge.