I move in even closer, enough so that my tits press against the firmness of his chest.
"Just one lick?" I ask, giggling some more. With one hand at the back of his head, I move in to kiss him softly on the lips. As I pull back I tell him, "It's just a game, silly. Have a little fun!" I swipe weakly at his chest and giggle.
Then without a moment of hesitation, He leans in to grab a handful of breast and wraps his lips around it. I gasp as I feel the intense sucking on my nipple. His tongue darts and laps all around my breast as he tries to stuff every bit of it that will fit inside his mouth.
"Ungh!" I gasp, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him in closer while he sucks and slurps on my tit in an explosion of lust. Mr. Martin is finally playing the game. A game I am determined to win.
My fingertips brush through his dark hair as my neck tilts back. "Yes! Suck them hard, Mr. Martin!" His lips form a tight seal around my other nipple. The suction from his mouth is making them blood red.
When he pauses to breathe, I bring his face close to mine with light fingers at his cheeks. Our lips connect for a wet, passionate kiss. His sudden enthusiasm tells me I've been right all along. He really does want to fuck his me.
I guide him back down to my cleavage and sandwich his face between my tits. Nuzzling against my breasts, his scruff chafes the skin of my bare chest a little. I hold him there while I reach down to unbuckle his jeans in one single-handed maneuver.
"Are you ready to fuck these titties now?" Smothered between my breasts, the best he can do is give a gentle nod. When he pulls back for air again, I trace an index finger in a long path down his chest.
It rolls over the ripped muscles of his abdomen, stopping just above his crotch. Then I yank down hard on his zipper and thrust my hand down the front of his pants.
"Oh, my!" I say as my hand gropes the thick shaft swelling in my hand. "Mr. Martin is big, isn't he?" I say, giggling. "I wonder if I can fit it all down my naughty little throat..."
I get down on my knees and tug down hard on his pants and briefs and watch his enormous cock spring free in front of my face. I look up at him with a smirk to say,
"Now, remember the rules of our little game..." I nibble playfully on his ball sac. "If you cum in my mouth you won't get to stick it in my pussy."
I curl my tongue and lap at his balls a little, then open wide and stuff both of them in my mouth. He moans while I play with his balls with my tongue, drooling all over them and dribbling thick strings of saliva from my bottom lip.
Then I slip his dripping wet sac out from my mouth and press the flat of my tongue against the base of his hard cock. My tongue glides its way up the length of his shaft, coating it in a thick trail of warm spit.
I sit up a little higher on my knees and pull his cock toward me and down just enough so I can wrap my tight lips around the tip. With my teeth covered, I slip my wet lips down to the neck of the shaft while swirling all around his cock with my tongue.
His head tilts back and he lets out a deep moan. With his cock in my mouth, I smirk at the sight of Mr. Martin taking so much pleasure in my our little game. The fact that it's his eighteen-year-old neighbor giving him a sloppy wet blowjob doesn't seem to be taking away from his enjoyment.
I push my tits together so they're wrapped tight around his dick and spit down the crack in my cleavage to lubricate my chest. Then I let Mr. Martin fuck my tits as I bounce up and down to jack him off.
"Mmm--mmm--" I moan with his dick in my mouth while my breasts slide along his shaft. My tits slam together against his abdomen with every bounce then squeeze their way up to the neck as I flick his head with the tip of my tongue.
"Ungh!" he moans. His cock throbs and twitches between my tits. But Mr. Martin is going to have to try a lot harder if he is going to keep himself from cumming. I haven't even started deep throating him yet...
I drop my tits and shove his cock farther down the warm wetness of my throat until it hits my gag reflex. A thick glob of mucous and spit spurts from my lips and rolls off his balls. I fight hard against the urge to retch by stuffing more of his dick down my esophagus.
Black tears of mascara are welling in my eyes and rolling down my soft, pale cheeks. I'm so close to getting it all down. I never expected Mr. Martin’s cock to give me so much trouble, but it is a lot bigger than I was expecting.
He puts his hands at the sides of my head and looks down at me, asking for permission with his eyes to push me down on his cock the rest of the way. So I give a gentle nod and say through gargled words,
"Uh-huh... do it!" Then I feel the slight pressure of his fingers pushing me down farther than I could on my own. There is a choking sort of pain as his enormous cock fills the depths of my throat.
Then his grip tightens against my temples and he starts pushing down with even more force. I gag hard, slobbering along his dick until the tip of my nose connects with the tense muscles of his abdomen.
"Oh, fuck!" He moans and his head tilts back again when I start slurping and sucking on the whole of his cock. My head bobs up and down as I work his shaft with my tongue, going deep enough to bury my face in his trimmed pubes.
I gag again and again, trying to endure the pain just to keep his cock lodged in my esophagus as I gulp and squeeze his dick in the back of my throat. I have to be careful though; otherwise I'm going to make Mr. Martin cum before I get him in my tight little pussy.
He helps me glide up and down his cock, rapidly increasing the momentum of his push and pull until he's just face-fucking me. The size of his cock is blocking my air passages and I'm becoming desperate for a breath.
I squint hard, choking on his cock while trying to ignore the intense convulsions in my lungs from lack of air. It's becoming too much.
But he continues his forceful thrusts into my throat like a jackhammer until I feel like I'm ready to pass out. The head of his cock twitches in the deepest recesses of my throat and I know he's getting ready to cum.
"Nn--nng!" I try to remind him through more gargling, but still he persists. I begin tapping wildly on his thighs, pleading him to pull out so I can take a breath, but he is ignoring every signal to stop. I dig my fingernails into the skin of his legs as deep as I can.
Finally. he lifts me off his cock and I double over, gasping for air. Mr. Martin lets out a long sigh of relief,
"Phew! That was close..."
"You're telling me, asshole!" I say through heavy breaths.
"Hey, this little game was your idea..." I see now that he wants to play dirty. At least his true competitiveness is finally showing again. Well two can play at that game, Mr. Martin...
"Well you survived the first round. Are you ready for round two?" My fingers dance down my belly and dip into the front of my soaking wet shorts.
"Mmm... You got me so wet, Mr. Martin..." I moan softly, fingering my clit and lying backward onto the carpet. When my back hits the floor, I insert a thumb at either side of the waist and slip the shorts off. With legs spread eagle toward Mr. Martin, I ask him,
"Do you think you can fuck this tight little pussy without cumming inside me?" Only, I desperately want him to. He might think this is just a fun little game, but he doesn't realize that I'm doing this to get pregnant.
There is no way he will be able to pull out in time when I'm working his cock like an expert little whore. Once Mr. Martin feels the tightness of my virgin pussy squeezing every inch of his throbbing cock, his primal urge to breed will take over.
"I bet I'll make you cum before you can pull out..." I say with a sinister grin. His shirt drops to the floor next to me. I knew he could never turn down a challenge. He steps out of the jeans crumpled around his ankles and get down between my legs, then grabs my legs behind the knees and holds them in the air.
Then he buries his face in my crotch and my hips jolt out of reflex when I feel his tongue lapping on my pussy. His tongue dives between my labia and swirls in a figure eight pattern and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
He
slurps on and around my clit, tasting every part of my virgin sweetness with relish. My hips buck wildly against his face as he lifts my ass into the air. Then my stomach clenches at the new sensation of Mr. Martin licking on my puckered asshole with the tip of his tongue. I definitely wasn't expecting that.
"Oh!---I want you inside of me Mr. Martin! Please..." He drops my legs and positions himself over me. His shaft is pressing between my folds. Lubricated by his spit and my own juices, he rubs my clit some more with the tip. My legs begin to spasm again and I can't stop myself from crying out. All this stimulation is overloading my senses.
The head of his thick cock parts my wet entrance and inserts itself just enough so the tip is inside me. He moans long and hard when he feels the tightness of my walls gripping his stiff dick. I wrap my legs around his waist and plead for him to go deeper.
"Push Mr. Martin!" I pull him in closer with my legs and feel the force of his pelvis impaling me on his cock. As it slides in smooth into the wetness of my pussy I have to bite down hard on my lip to stop from screaming.
The girth of his massive cock feels like it's going to split me in two. Every throbbing pulse beats against my tight walls, sending electric tingles up my spine.
I reach around to grab his ass and pull him in deeper until his balls tap against my asshole. My legs twitch in the air and I squeal when his cock bottoms out at my cervix.
Mr. Martin is balls deep inside me now. There is no way I'm going to let him out. I clench my pussy as tight as I can, squeezing the whole of his cock as I hold him against me from behind. His head falls to my tits with a grunt.
I rock my hips against him and squeeze his ass cheeks hard out of reflex when he slams against my cervix again.
But the pain of it all is becoming more subtle, masked by the euphoric waves emanating from deep in my core. his head bounces between my breasts while I fuck him with my gyrating pelvis in the air.
He seems to be concentrating so hard on not cumming that he is hardly moving.
"Awww... is that all you can handle?" Mr. Martin grunts and his cock twitches between my walls. He grabs on to my ass and squeezes hard, squinting like he is fighting every instinctual urge to ejaculate inside me.
After all, there is more at stake than our silly little game. He would have an awfully difficult time explaining to his wife how he got his eighteen-year-old neighbor knocked up.
"Mmm... I want to feel your warm cum filling my tight little pussy... do it, Mr. Martin!" I lick at the corner of my upper lip and moan, begging for him to cum inside me. I want to know what it feels like to have Mr. Martin plant his seed in me.
I buck my ass wildly in the air, trying desperately to milk the spunk from his cock. My pink manicured nails dig into the skin of his ass deep enough to almost draw blood while I hold him in place, refusing to let him pull out.
His cock twitches again. My body writhes to the electricity building deep inside me as I work his cock. Wet girl juices gush from me and roll down Mr. Matin’s ball sac.
I sense the pace of his breath quickening. He can't hold out much longer. He’s huffing and grunting with all the restraint he can muster. Beads of sweat from his forehead fall to my chest. I clench the walls of my pussy with the strength of every muscle in my core.
"Don't worry Mr. Martin, I want you to cum inside me! Just let go!" I squirm and squeal when I feel his cock thrusting forcefully against my cervix. The sensation of it all is more than I can bear.
My muscles contract around the whole of his cock as he slips and slides in the deluge of wet juices flowing from my pussy. My eyes roll back as he continues his fierce pounding.
"Fuck--Jen, I can't hold it. I'm--gonna fucking cum!" Mr. Martin’s cock slams into my cervix and his hips are locked against me. I am overcome by the exhilarating rush of victory as thick, warm spunk spews from his cock and floods my uterus.
My legs begin to quake and my whole body spasms uncontrollably as we achieve climax together. An explosion of euphoric energy bursts from my core and courses through every extremity as his massive load floods the whole of my vaginal canal.
My legs clamp around Mr. Martin, holding him inside me while my tights walls squeeze every ounce of sperm from him. His ecstatic moans are muffled between my tits as our bodies convulse.
Then Mr. Martin collapses his full weight on top of me and his tense muscles begin to relax as our orgasms fade. As we lie there together, breathing heavy in our mutual elation, I can't stop myself from gloating a little.
"See! I told you I could make you cum inside me, Mr. Martin!" The final contractions of my orgasm continue squeezing his cock. Thick globs of spunk dribble out from my pussy and roll off his balls.
All he can muster is an unintelligible grunt. Now that I'm pregnant with his child, we don't have to play stupid games anymore. I'm going to have his baby, and that means I own him now. I give Mr. Martin a gentle pat on the back of his head buried in my chest and smile. "I win."
LET’S BE NAUGHTY
Mr. Parker is the man of my dreams. And there he was, like every Saturday morning, washing his BMW on the other side of the cul-de-sac. I pull back the purple curtains of my bedroom window just enough to gaze woefully at his perfect body, scrubbing feverishly in the driveway with his shirt off.
Sometimes I wonder if he does it just for me. After all, he has seen the way I stare at him. The sweat of his ripped torso glistens in the sunlight, and the chiseled muscles of his thick arm flex each time he leans over the hood.
"Laura, get down here and do the dishes already!" Mom is yelling at me from downstairs, but I'm not listening. I'm nineteen years old now, about to go off to college, and yet she still treats me like a damn child.
I watch as the streams of soapy water roll off the front of his car, his whole chest seems to bulge with each squeeze of the sponge. My panties are getting wet. And they are the only thing I'm wearing.
I have known Mr. Parker since I was a little girl. In fact, he's been a lot like a father figure to me growing up. My own dad passed away when I was three, but Mr. Parker did favors for me all the time.
He used to help my mom out by dropping me off at school in the morning since it was on his way to work. He taught me the important things I needed to know about boys and how to watch out for the bad ones.
And it's only recently that he seems to notice that I've grown into a woman. When I brought him some of my homemade cupcakes for his 40th birthday last week, he had trouble keeping his eyes off my tits in a low cut tank top.
He was so cute standing in the doorway, stammering and looking for the words to thank me while struggling to keep his attention above my chest.
It's true that he is much older. Old enough to be my Dad, even. But it doesn't bother me. Especially with that statuesque body and those handsome, still youthful features to go along with it. In fact, he doesn't look a day over thirty.
Although he has a scar that travels down to his cheek bone from the left ear, and I can tell he is self conscious about it sometimes. I just think it makes him look rugged--sexier, even. And I desperately want to tell him that.
I want to whisper into Mr. Parker's ear just how much I worship every part of his body while I've got one hand down his pants, stroking his cock when his wife isn't home.
I glide fingers down the soft, pale skin of my belly as I watch him work. He was bent over now to get a good shine on his headlights as a bead of sweat rolled down the back of his muscled lower back.
My panties are all soggy now.
Slowly, I slip my index and middle finger together underneath my scarlet lacy panties. I gasp as they connect with my wet clit and eyes roll to the back of my head. My legs shudder and spread apart on their own.
I have to get one foot over the edge of the desk near my window to keep my balance.
I rub sensually on my clit and feel the wetness of my warm pussy. I pull the two fingers up to my mouth to taste my sweet juices.
"Mmmm..." I moan softly. I wish that Mr. Parker could tas
te me for himself.
I had been trying for months to find a way to seduce him, but I was having terrible luck. Most times, I would spend all day finding the perfect skimpy outfit to wear before going over to bring him a gift.
Except that most times his wife would answer the door. And even though I insisted on giving the gift to Mr. Parker myself, she just took it from me and told me goodbye.
I think that bitch knows I want to fuck her husband.
And finding the chance to fuck him in secret will not be an easy task. She works from home and hardly ever leaves the house. In fact, Saturdays are the only time I ever see her gone.
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