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 douchebags. 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 ha
nd 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.
******
"Thanks again, Mr Pearce!" I say, slamming the door of his silver SUV shut and folding in my umbrella. The short black dress I'm wearing to make my ass look hot has gotten a little bit wet. "It would have really sucked to find a ride home in this rain."
And it was true, there was a torrential downpour falling around us. Who knows what I would have had to offer some jock for a lift tonight. "Crazy storm we're having, huh?" The sound of the rain pounding hard against the roof filled the silence as Mr. Pearce remained unresponsive.
Then I remembered that I should be acting drunk.
"You sounded more drunk on the phone." He snaps. I can tell he is irritated with me for calling him after what happened last week.
"I'm sorry, it's just... I feel comfortable around you. I wouldn't trust anyone else to drive me." His expression softens as we merge onto the road. The wiper blades on the front windshield squeak across the glass and fill the silence that was there again.
I gaze out the blurry window into the darkness, wondering how I am going to get Mr. Pearce to have sex with me tonight.
As we drive in the awkward silence, I wonder why Mr. Pearce doesn't seem to want me. I am attractive, and he even said himself how he thinks I am smart and gorgeous. Maybe I just need to let him take control. Let him take me and make me his obedient little whore.
I will be whatever he wants me to be if he will just give me a child.
I turned back to look over at Mr. Pearce staring intently at the road ahead. His driving arm bulged as he gripped tightly on the steering wheel, driving us ever closer to my home.
But I have to make sure we don't get there. Otherwise I might miss my chance to be with him.
"I have an idea..." I start softly, and let him consider for a moment what it could be.
"Yeah?" He says finally.
"What if you just pulled over right now," I pause again, "And then I let you fuck my brains out in the back of this SUV?"
"God dammit Jenny! I thought I made myself clear about this already.
"Please, Mr. Pearce! I need you to fuck me until until you cum inside me."
"Good god, Jenny! What has gotten into you?" I respond by leaning over to his side of the car and begin vigorously unstrapping his leather belt buckle.
Mr. Pearce jerks the steering wheel and we swerve a bit into the oncoming traffic. The tires screech against the wet black pavement.
With another quick swerve he manages to get us back on the right side of the road.
"Fuck, Jenny!"
"If that's what you want..." I snicker, getting the belt strap fully undone. I tug down on the zipper to reveal his white briefs, bulging with his engorging cock. I giggle and tell him, "You're getting awfully hard for someone who says that don't wanna fuck, aren't you?"
I giggle. I nibble softly at his mound, breathing warm air on his balls. Mr. Pearce is remaining surprisingly still during all this.
"I'm serious, stop!" So I stop and come back up. Then I whisper into his ear,
"Shhhh," I peel back his underwear and lower my head back down to his crotch.
"Get the fuck off--" He moves to grab my head, but stops altogether when he feels the warmth of my mouth around the head of his cock. I hear him choking back a moan as his cock slides deeper into my throat.
He wasn't going to admit that he was enjoying this, yet. I push deeper, trying my best to swallow the whole length of him. His was definitely the biggest cock I'd ever sucked.
I slurp and gag, drooling a line of saliva down the shaft. I swirl my tongue and maneuver my head all around, working his cock as deep as it will go. After all, I had a bit of practice at this by now.
I tap on the one hand that's still resting on top of my head.
"Push," I say, though the sound of it is gargled and truncated by the girth of his cock lodged in my throat. I feel Mr. Pearce leaning back into the cushion of his car seat as he applies a bit of downward pressure to the back of my head.
At last, he was giving in to desire.
He moans deep and long as he pushes me down the rest of the shaft until my lips are wrapped tightly around the base. I gag some more, licking at his balls while I'm sucking and slurping blissfully on his dick.
"Mmmm," I moan. And his cock did taste good. I slide my lips up and down, leaving a thick trail of saliva with my tongue.
The warmth a
nd wetness of my mouth along Mr. Pearce's shaft causes his legs to shudder and I think he might be about to cum. I gag one last time as I lift my head off slowly.
"Nuh-uh. Not yet, Mr. Pearce. I'll only let you cum in my pussy." I giggle again.
And then he slams hard on the brakes, and I gasp as we swerve across two lanes. He pulls over to the shoulder and continues to brake until we come to a full stop.
Mr. Pearce keeps his gaze fixed in front of him, still gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles have gone white. The annoying squeak of the windshield wipers is noticeable again. The pounding rain above us has gone louder. I sense the pace of his breathing quicken--he seems upset.
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