I notice a tent rising at his crotch, behind the white towel around his waist. Mr. White can't hide the fact that he's getting an erection for me. As I stare into those dark green eyes, my hand instinctively reaches for the bulge.
My hands form a tight grip around his cock and Mr. White's eyes roll back. I lean in close to whisper in his ear,
"Let me show you what I can do for you..." I tug on the towel so it falls to the floor, revealing Mr. White's hard dick. I grope his balls and go in for a kiss.
I wrap my long fingers around his shaft, stroking lightly as it swells in my hand. When our lips part I tell him, "Just toss me on that bed and fuck the shit out of me, Mr. White. I know you want to."
His hand moves with a certain apprehension, up to my breast. He takes one of my tits, massaging it loosely in his hand. Then my head tilts back and I moan when I feel his soft lips seal around my nipple.
His wet tongue flicks wildly around the areola, sending shivers down to my knees. He moans and slurps on my tit, closing his eye, enjoying the taste.
"There you go... just like that," I encourage him, rubbing my fingers through the back of his hair. I continue stroking his dick, feeling his quickening pulse in my hand. Then he reaches around to grab my ass cheeks, pulling me in against his hard chest and I squeal.
"My my... you are excited, aren't you?" Mr. White's sucking intensifies and my vision blurs. He squeezes my ass cheeks with a grip tight enough to turn them blood red.
He turns me toward the bed and marches forward while I am forced to step backward. We pick up speed, until he flings me onto the bed by the waist so my legs are dangling over the edge
He has his clothes off before my sight can come back into focus. Mr. White lifts my legs from behind the knees until they're at the sides of my head.
We moan together when I feel his tongue circling my clit, slipping between my folds in a figure eight pattern. His tongue darts and licks all over, rubbing his wet lips across my labia and sucking on my clit.
He slurps and sucks with his face buried in my wetness, lapping at my virgin sweetness with total relish. A deluge of fluids gushes from me, flowing into his open mouth as he swallows in delight.
"Mm. You taste so sweet..." He manages when he comes up for air. I giggle at his enthusiasm, and push his head back down between my legs. My body writhes on the bed, twitching to the ecstatic tingles coursing through me.
His tongue inserts itself past my entrance and curls inside me. My legs jolt and my hand presses him down hard against me. I wanted him to go deeper...
My hips gyrate against his face as I wrap my legs around his neck to hold him there. His tongue swirls inside, stimulating and pleasuring me with every push and prod.
Mr. White takes a rough grip on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart while darting his tongue between my labia. I squeeze my legs tighter around his neck, smothering him against my wetness.
The flat of his tongue pets my slit, sliding up along my pussy before darting inside again. I moan loud and long at the soothing warmth building deep in my core. My pussy aches for his cock.
I need him inside me. Now.
I lift Mr. White's head by the sides of his jaw to stop him. When he pulls away, an intense shudder rolls up my spine. My pussy quivers for more.
"Fuck me Mr. White! Fuck me until you cum inside!" Mr. White hesitates before standing. He grabs me by the ankles to align himself with my sopping wet entrance. His eyes travel from my tits down to my crotch.
A bit of precum dribbles from his tip and rolls down my ass cheek.
"But, Penny--I really don't think..." Was he still worried about getting me pregnant?
"Just relax! It will be okay, I promise..." I say, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. My legs jolt in the air when I feel it pressing into my tightness. Mr. White is still apprehensive. I decide to give him a little encouragement by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him in closer, deeper...
"Push!" I say, whimpering at his massive size spreading me apart. His head tilts back and he moans when he feels the tight walls of my entrance wrapping around the head.
I constrict my core muscles to squeeze tight around his stiff dick as it slips deep into my wetness. Mr. White's ass clenches tight as I shove him from behind with my calves.
I can't help but wince from the pain of his cock colliding with my cervix. For a moment it feels as though he might split me in two. But the euphoric tingles emanating from my core quickly subdue the pain. My walls compress the whole length of his cock as he fucks me.
My legs assist each and every thrust while my back arches on the floral bedspread. He wraps his arms underneath the small of my back to hold me in the air, heaving me against him with every deep penetration.
"Yes! Fuck me until you cum!" Mr. White groans and huffs, drilling into me while I work his cock, coaxing him to shoot his load up in me.
My hips buck against him while he hold my ass in the air. Then I feel a subtle twitch in the depths of my pussy. Mr. White is getting close.
"Penny--I--I don't think I can hold on much--" Mr. White's legs quake beneath him. His body spasms against me, filling me with his thick spunk in a final, impaling thrust. I wrap my legs tight around his waist, holding him deep inside me while he cums.
His warm seed fills my uterus and my body erupts in a fit of orgasmic tremors. My toes curl as the as the mounting electricity explodes from my core and spreads to every extremity. Our bodies writhe together, convulsing in ecstasy.
Mr. White's cock continues pumping its massive load deep inside as he collapses his full weight on top of me. He squirms in the sweat of our bodies, huffing and grunting while my tight pussy milks every last drop of cum from him.
Then his body goes limp. As we lie there, breathing heavy in the afterglow of our intense orgasms, my lips curl into a wide grin.
My core continues to twitch and spasm with his dick still embedded inside me, his spunk overflowing from my uterus and coating my walls.
Mr. White just impregnated me. My plan has succeeded. Now that I'll be having his child, I can stay over at his place however long I want. Maybe I'll even get him to divorce his wife and marry me instead.
All my dreams are becoming reality in this moment of him cumming inside me. I can't wait to go home and see the look on Mom's face when I tell her!
No Protection
I wrap my arms around my neighbor's sunken shoulders and hold him there in a tight embrace as he weeps into his hands, still sulking over the fact his wife left him for another man.
She just up and left without so much as a goodbye just last month, and Mr. Miller has been lost in a state of depression since. I have done my very best to comfort him, to let him know I'm still here for him and that I care about him.
Mr. Miller has done so much for me over the years since we moved in next door. Personally, I never really gave a shit about his wife. She’s been cheating on her husband for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never had the heart to tell him.
I am eternally grateful for him, and I am determined to stay by his side during this difficult period. I would do absolutely anything just to make him feel happy again.
I would even give him my body, if he weren’t still so emotionally attached to his wife.
I am nineteen years old now, and I know that I could please him the same way his wife used to. I may still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make a man feel good.
I know how to work a man's cock in just the right way to milk every ounce of cum from it. And for Mr. Miller, I would show him everything I've learned on the Internet.
I know just how I could give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life. I could probably slurp his entire cock down my naughty little throat without gagging.
Then I'd lick the cum off my face like a good little whore after he shoots his pent up load all over it.
I bet Mr. Miller hasn't even masturbated once since his wife left. And I would swallow every last drop of tha
t massive load in delight, never satisfied until I see Mr. Miller smiling again.
Even if he wanted to get inside my ass, I'd let him. Nothing would make me happier than to make Mr. Miller cum in any whole he chooses.
Hell, I would let him cum inside my tight little virgin pussy if I could see the look on his face afterward. To see a face that has put that bitch wife out of his mind, even if just for a little while.
But if he did ejaculate inside my vagina, there's a good chance he would get me pregnant. I haven't had a reason to go on the pill yet, or any other form of birth control.
But if Mr. Miller wanted to finish inside me, I would definitely let him. I would even risk getting knocked up just to make him happy again.
And I think that if he ever got inside me and felt the warmth and tightness of my wet virgin walls squeezing the length of his stiff dick, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Mr. Miller has never been that great with self-control.
In fact, he was still recovering from a gambling addiction when his wife left. It was probably the reason she told herself when she ran out on us, that he's just a deadbeat loser.
Whatever she had to tell herself to make her feel better. Deep down that cheating bitch knows she was just looking for an excuse to get rammed her younger co-worker.
But he hasn't stepped foot inside that Indian casino down the street since. That's how I know her leaving him has really torn him apart. Come to think of it, he has hardly left the house at all.
I would be really nervous about having to give birth at such a young age, but I would do it just for him. If Mr. Miller wanted to put a baby in me, then I would suffer through that pain.
I may never be able to replace what his wife meant to him, but I could still fuck his brains out better than she ever did. My body is his forever, if only he would ask for it.
I massage around Mr. Miller’s tense neck and watch his long dark hair fall in his face as his head slumps into his chest. He is trying hard to fight back more tears. I can tell he really hates looking so helpless in front of me.
For most of my life he has been the confident, responsible father figure, at least up until he lost his way with the whole gambling thing. But now he just can't hold it together anymore. It's the first time I have ever seen him cry.
"Maybe--maybe you should lie down..." I say. He gives a slow nod and falls backward onto the soft, springy mattress of his bed. His arms cover his face and he begins to sob some more.
"I--I just loved her so much, Beth." It's been a whole month now, and Mr. Miller is still a complete wreck. I've been wondering just how long he is going to be like this.
"I know Mr. Miller, I know..." I pat him gently on the stomach. He wipes an arm across his face, sniffling. He looks up at me through soggy red eyes and tries to force a smile. "Hey! That's the first time I've seen you smile since!" I say, pretending I don't know it's a fake one.
"I hate that you have to see me like this," he says. "You must think I'm pathetic." I shake my head at him.
"I just want to see you happy again, Mr. Miller..." His fake smile goes wider--it almost looks like it could be real. I beam at him and say, "Yay! I would do anything to keep that smile on your face." He grabs a tissue from the box lying next to him and blows into it.
My hand moves across his stomach toward his crotch. When my fingers reach the hem of his shirt, I lift it just above his abdomen.
Mr. Miller has always managed to keep himself toned and in shape. In fact, the only thing he has been doing other than moping for the last month is his excessive weight lifting. He said it helps take his mind off of everything, but it is almost becoming obsessive.
But if it keeps him out of that card room, I'm not going to say anything. Besides, doing all those crunches has made him look hot as ever.
I run two fingers along his tight six-pack and dance around his belly button. Then I bend over and press my soft lips of crimson lipstick against his navel.
"Beth--what're you--" He starts to say, then can't help but burst into laughter when he feels me blowing hard on his belly. My wet lips vibrate and tickle him and, at last, a real smile spreads across his face.
"Haha! Beth! That's not fair!"
"But I got you laughing, didn't I?" He grabs a pillow and tosses it at my head. I dodge and give him a playful smirk.
"Missed me!" I say, giggling. He laughs some more and sits up on the bed. He sighs and tells me,
"You always know how to make me feel better..." But I know how to make him feel a lot better.
"I've been thinking..." I start to say. I pause a moment, wondering if I should follow through and take this opportunity to get Mr. Miller to fuck me. He cocks his head and stares at me through those pitiful eyes.
I just want him to finally move on. I want him to see that I can be everything for him that stupid whore was, and more.
"I know a way to make you forget about your wife. To move on and be happy again." He’s looking perplexed.
"What are you talking about? I don't want to forget her..."
"But you're so miserable all the time now! I can take away the pain for you. I don't want you to suffer anymore, Mr. Miller..." I place a hand lightly on one leg of his black jeans. My pink manicured nails dip between his thighs and make their way toward his crotch with a graceful confidence.
"Did you know I'm still a virgin, Mr. Miller?" He squints hard and shakes his head. My question has him totally stunned.
"Beth, what the hell? I don't want to--"
"I want you..." I interrupt, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear. "I want you inside me." Mr. Miller’s whole body goes tense. His eyes study me, wondering what kind of game I'm playing at.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Miller. And I'll even let you cum inside me." I plant kisses along his neck and feel the tiny hairs of his neck stand on end. I rest a palm on his cheek and try to turn him toward me, but his neck is totally stiff, refusing to budge.
So I make a bold move by putting my face in front of his and go in for a kiss on the lips.
He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me away. His grip is tight and fierce as he shakes me, saying,
"You know this isn't right!" His expression is stern and the tone of his voice commanding. It's the sort of look he used to give me as a kid whenever I'd been disobedient. Only this time it feels good to be naughty.
"I bet I could deepthroat your entire cock." His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly in utter disbelief. "It's true. My friend Katie taught me how." My hand clutches the crotch of his jeans.
I feel around until I have a hold of his balls and shaft. "Oh, yeah. You're pretty big, but I think I could get it all down..." My tongue circles the edge of my mouth, leaving a wet sheen of saliva around my lips as I lean in for another kiss.
Our lips connect and my tongue dives between his parted lips. I swirl it around in his mouth then nibble on his bottom lip. My eyelids drop as I make out passionately with Mr. Miller’s mouth.
He's still frozen in place, staring at me like a deer in the headlights.
I reach around the back of his head to hold him in the kiss while I work a deft hand to unzip his jeans. I press my palm against his abdomen and slip my fingers down the front of his briefs. When my fingers wrap around his engorged shaft, I say,
"I think he likes it..." I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth and stretch it playfully. Then I open my eyes again and his lip snaps back when I release it.
"But--Beth, it wouldn’t be right if I let you..." I press an index finger on his mouth to silence him.
"Shhh... Just relax, Mr. Miller. You've earned this." I get off the bed to kneel down in front of him. "No one will ever have to know except you and me." I spread his legs apart and get my face down near his crotch.
I grab hold of the waist of his jeans and briefs and tug down hard. To my surprise, he lifts his legs out straight to help me get them off and I can't help but smirk. Mr. Miller is going to let this happen.
His erect cock springs out from hi
s underwear and I gasp.
"Oh, my!" I trace the tip of my finger along the length of his shaft, admiring the magnificent size. "It's even bigger than I thought! I really hope I can get it all down my throat."
I wrap my fingers around it and begin to stroke up and down. "You might have to help me..." I spit into my hand to lubricate it a bit and continue stroking some more. Mr. Miller moans and his eyes roll back.
"Beth! I really don't think--" But he shuts up when he feels my tongue curling around his stiff dick. I wrap it around his girth and slide it along the shaft, enjoying the tickle of thick veins rolling against the flat of my tongue.
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