But there he goes again with those troublesome morals, trying to play dumb.
"I know you peeked." Mr. Johnson cocks his head in a quizzical fashion and squints, pretending like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
But I know he's full of shit. "You got a good look at my tits, and now you want to see more. You just don't know how to ask..."
"Krista, I don't--"
"But you don't have to worry. I'm going to give you way more than just a little peek." His face freezes mid-chew. "You can have all of me, and you don't even have to ask for it." I cross my arms and lift off my bra in one quick motion. Mr. Johnson's wide gaze is fixed on my now exposed breasts. He is too shocked to even blink.
"You like these titties, don't you?" I step toward him, close enough to run my long, red manicured nails through the back of his hair. "You want to suck on them, don't you?" He swallows the half-chewed pizza in one giant gulp.
"But--But, Krista... what if my wife finds out that--" I put two fingers to his lips to quiet him.
"Shhh... I won't tell if you won't." I pull on his head from behind, guiding his face to one of my nipples. He looks up at me with eyes full of apprehension.
His conscience must be screaming at him to get away--that he's going to get himself into some serious trouble with me. But his curiosity is quite apparent now. Mr. Johnson is dying to know what it's like to get inside me.
He looks to me, then to the nipple in his face, then back to me. His eyes ask for one final sign of permission. I nod at him and shove his head closer. "Suck." I command. His lips part ever so slightly; his eyelids drop.
Then my head tilts back and I moan when I feel the wetness of his mouth around my breast.
"Mmmm..." I press him against me as my head rocks to the surge of tingles crawling up my neck. Mr. Johnson slurps around the areola and flicks at my nipple with his tongue.
He wraps an arm around my waist and holds me against the hardness of his chest.
"See, that wasn't so hard... tastes good, doesn't it?" My lips curl in a mischievous grin.
"Mm... mm--hmm," He says with a mouthful of breast.
"I know what else you'd like..." I stick a hand beneath the waist of my pants and moan loud and long, licking around the perimeter of my lips. I rub at my clit a little, feeling the sogginess of my dripping wet pussy. "I'm not wearing any panties," I giggle.
The suction of his lips around my nipple intensifies. My whole torso shudders as I hold him there against my chest.
"Why don't you have a little taste... down there." I apply a bit of pressure on the back of his head to encourage him downward. Mr. Johnson releases the vacuum around my breast, panting.
He plants kisses all down my center, making his way hastily from my sternum down to my belly button.
When he gets there, he tugs on the front my pants and presses the flat of his tongue on my trimmed pubes. Then it slicks its way down a spiraling path to my clit and I moan again when I feel him lapping and sucking there.
My grip tightens around his skill as Mr. Johnson's tongue flicks wildly, darting between my folds and running figure eights around my clitoris. He groans and grunts, huffing quick breaths through his nose as he slurps on the sweetness of my pussy with relish.
I never imagined it would be so easy to awaken such an insatiable lust for my body. I wonder if he ever goes down on his wife like this.
Mr. Johnson pulls down on my pants from behind to reveal my big round ass, then spins me around by the waist while he's kneeling on the floor. I spread my legs apart for him when he squeezes my ass cheeks tight and pulls me in against his face, lapping on my pussy and curling his tongue to taste my insides.
The tip of it slips just inside my entrance, and Mr. Johnson moans when he tastes the sweetness of my girl juices.
He shakes his head and waggles his tongue inside me, slobbering thick spit between my thighs. I reach around to brush my fingers through his hair and bury his face between my ass. My back arches when I feel his tongue slipping in deeper.
"Ungh!" I cry out when I feel Mr. Johnson stimulating my G-spot. My ass bucks against his face and my legs tremble. My mind goes numb; my insides convulse around his prodding tongue.
My core spams and fluids gush from me, rolling off his chin while his warm saliva trickles down the inside of my legs. Mr. Johnson moans and slurps down every drop of my fluids in delight.
He continues holding me by the ass while it shudders against him. When my hips finally stop shaking, my torso slumps forward and my arms hang low. The intense orgasm has made me numb from the waist down.
I would collapse to the floor if it weren't for Mr. Johnson holding me up.
After I catch my breath and sense the feeling returning to my extremities, I swivel back around to lift him up gently by the ears until he is standing again.
"Now... let's have a look at that cock, shall we?" I dive a hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his engorged penis. He groans and has to throw a hand on my shoulder for balance.
The pulse of his throbbing cock beats in my hand; his heart is pounding so fast.
"My my... you are excited, aren't you?" I say with a smirk. "How on Earth am I going to fit all of this down my naughty little throat?" I fake a pout, tugging on the thin skin of his shaft.
My tongue darts to the corner of my mouth and traces across my upper lip, leaving a wet sheen of saliva. I cup his balls and tickle his scrotum while working at his belt buckle with the other hand.
"Krista--are you sure this is a good--" I jerk him toward me and plunge my tongue into his throat to shut him up. There's no turning back now, Mr. Johnson. This is happening.
I tug down on his zipper as we make out and lift his cock up by the balls to pull it out from his briefs. I trace a finger lightly from the base up to the neck, then wrap thumb and forefinger just below the head. Our lips separate and I get down on my knees and position his cock in front of my lips.
My eyelids of glistening pink eye shadow drop as I focus in on his cock, planting tiny wet kisses around the tip. My lips hug around the neck as I lower my mouth onto his dick.
Mr. Johnson groans when he feels my tongue swirling all around the head, my slippery lips inching their way down the shaft.
"Mmm..." I moan, lapping on his dick. Deeper and deeper, I shove his cock farther into the depths of my throat. I have to suppress my gag reflex when the head enters into my esophagus.
I choke and retch on his stiff dick, spurting up thick saliva that rolls down to the base. I cup my palms around his balls and try to stuff as much dick into my throat as I can possibly fit. I gag hard, and my throat clenches around the length of his shaft.
I can't breathe, but I almost have it all down.
"Holy shit, Krista!" His legs are trembling; he can barely stand. I gag again and thick, bubbly mucous comes jetting out from my nose. The stuff mixes with the tears rolling down my cheeks and trickles off my lips, wetting his pubes.
"Pu--push!" I try to say in gargled words, spitting on his dick some more. Mr. Johnson grips the sides of my skull and jerks me down on his cock the rest of the way.
My nose connects with his toned abdomen; my swollen throat compresses the whole of his cock. He holds me down on it far enough that my nose squishes against him, closing off my nostrils. My airways are completely obstructed. I squint hard and try to block out the pain from my mind.
His cock slides in the slippery warmth of my throat as he rocks my head back and forth. I gulp and slurp and suck as my head bobs up and down rapidly.
My lips leave a thick trail of dripping saliva along the shaft while I'm slobbering all over it, just trying not to puke. I'm becoming desperate for air, but I am determined to show Mr. Johnson just how good of a little whore I can be.
.
Again and again, he drills his cock down my esophagus, thrusting his pelvis with increasing speed. Mr. Johnson is just face-fucking me now.
Then I feel his head twitch in the very back of my throat, and I know t
hat I need to get him out of my mouth before he cums. I need him inside me for that.
I grab hold of his waist and try to pry myself loose from his death grip around my skull. He is moaning and his head is tilted up toward the ceiling. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him finish in my mouth like this.
I grunt and pry myself away from him, shaking my head free and throwing up his cock with the muscles in my throat. The giant thing emerges slowly from my lips, coated in thick bubbly drool.
Then at last, I am all the way off. I fall backward onto the wooden floor of the dining room, gasping for air.
"Jesus christ! You're so eager to cum already..." I say between breaths. I spread my legs wide, holding them at the knees. More fluids drip from my quivering pussy and pool around my puckered asshole. "You haven't even stuck your cock in this tight little pussy yet..." I say, frowning and rocking my hips side to side.
"But, Krista--" A bunch of my spit dribbles from the tip of his cock onto the floor. "You could get--what if you--"
"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson! It will be fine!" I lie. The truth is I stopped taking my birth control pills two weeks ago. I am definitely fertile now. If I can get him to cum inside me, I will almost certainly get pregnant.
If he sticks his cock inside me, there's no way I'll let him pull out of me before he shoots his load. If Mr. Johnson decides to go through with fucking his naughty little neighbor, his seed is mine.
"I--I really don't think--"
"I bet I'm a lot tighter than your wife." He continues staring down at me on the floor, probably in a desperate battle with his conscience again. I tense the muscles of my core, tightening the walls of my pussy in anticipation.
"Come here, Mr. Johnson..." I lick sensually around my lips. "Let me show you what a real pussy feels like."
Then at last, I see the commitment in his eyes. He throws off his plain white shirt and gets down, putting himself over me between my legs. Then I gasp when I feel his shaft spreading my folds apart.
He moans as it slips in my wetness while I'm gyrating my hips around, thoroughly coating his dick in my vaginal fluids.
His hand moves with apprehension down to his member, slowly guiding the tip to my wet entrance. As he pushes in slightly, I can feel my tightness giving way to his girth.
"Do it! Fuck me, Mr. Johnson... Please!" He grunts, thrusting forward with his pelvis until he enters me. My walls wrap tight around the head of his dick. But he pauses there, not wanting to go any deeper. "Push." I command again.
My legs wrap around and push him inward from behind. My walls take an aggressive hold of his cock as it slips into my tight wetness, compressing around every inch of him. My smooth calves ram against his ass, forcing him in deeper, and deeper...
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.
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