“Mmm,” she moaned, eyes only half-open as her fingers ran through her folds, lathering up, soaping herself. And I groaned as she parted those lips, dragging the razor over the sensitive flesh, moaning slightly again at the sensuous feel, strip after strip of that pink flesh appearing beneath the white lather, wet, swollen, glistening and delicious.
My heart literally stopped beating in my chest for a moment before springing back to life, going about sixty miles an hour, dick so hard it punched against my fly like a fucking jack in the box. It ached, hurt so bad that I had to unzip, my pole springing out, all ten inches hard and powerful, pulsing painfully at the sight of her.
Because Katy was still going at it. She propped her foot even higher on the stall wall, baring that beautiful snatch fully and dragged the razor through her folds again, taking every hair off her twat so that she was bare as a baby, pink and steamy. And oh god, but as she pulled herself open I could see right up her vagina, see those steaming pink walls, her flesh so soft, so warm and swollen that my dick became a faucet, dripping cum non-stop.
Except suddenly I saw something that I never expected. Holy shit, could it be? Katy had a hymen, her vaginal opening was covered by a thin piece of tissue, so delicate, so beautiful that suddenly I knew all my promises of not being that dirty old man were just lies. I had to taste that hymen, I had to feel it on my dick, had to make her mine this first time.
And without any hesitation, I pushed the door to the bathroom open then, dick in hand, body hard, eyes gleaming.
The brunette didn’t notice at first, enjoying her personal time, another moan shuddering through her body as she reached back and shaved a hard-to-reach part, the angle of her wrist twisted and awkward given that the stall was so small, so cramped.
So I offered to help.
“Baby,” I growled deeply, fisting my dick in a vise. “Need a hand?”
And the girl’s head snapped up to look at me, her brown eyes going wide with shock as her breasts heaved, leg suddenly coming down, thighs snapping shut.
“Brent!” she breathed, eyes wide, not moving under the hot water. “What- what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I rumbled deep in my chest, dick growing bigger, pulsing under her gaze. Because the brunette’s eyes had leapt to my cock immediately, cheeks coloring, mouth opening as she took in my massive size. Oh yeah, I’m ten inches and wide all around, there have been a couple pussies that almost couldn’t fit me, I’d had to screw myself in, those small holes so tight, so swollen, the women screaming with pleasure at the penetration.
And Katy’s reaction was so arousing. Despite the shocked look on her face, her nipples had grown hard, pebbled, jutting out straight at me, begging to be kissed. And although I could no longer see that pussy, I could see the unmistakable smear of cream on her thigh, and as I watched, the juice dripped a little, a tiny rivulet running all the way down to her knee.
“Baby,” I growled again, my eyes hot on those curves. “Let me help you with that razor, I’m good with my hands.”
The girl still stared at me, shocked, her boobies heaving up and down. But something clicked in her brain then because she panted slightly, relaxing a bit before opening the shower stall door.
“But Brent,” she murmured, shooting me a glance, those brown eyes still innocent. “Isn’t this wrong?”
I was on the opportunity in a flash, out of my clothes and in the stall in a New York second. Fuck, it was so tiny in here that there was practically no room to move, her breasts pressed against my chest immediately, that pussy squooshed against my thigh like it had always belonged there.
“Br-Brent,” she stammered slightly, her warm breath on my neck. “Are you sure this is okay?”
And I stroked her then, running my big hands over her breasts, tweaking each nipple, circling them with my thumbs, making her gasp, her cunt creaming hotly against my leg.
“Of course it’s okay,” I ground out. “You’re a woman now, eighteen, an adult. It’s time to share your body with a man … if you want.”
And she paused for a moment. Oh god, I almost died, my heart going at a million miles an hour, dick so hard it was going to break off. If she said no, if she said wait, I was going to be a dead man, the blue balls would kill me alone. Fuck, I’d kill myself if it came to that.
But fortunately, my best girl was warm, willing, and generous.
“Yes,” she murmured against my throat again. “I want to try.”
And I kissed her deep then, seizing that sweet pink pout with my lips, tracing the seam of her mouth with my tongue.
“Little girl, I promise you won’t regret this,” I rasped harshly against her lips. “I’ll make you feel good.”
She mewled against me, eyes closed, pushing her tits and cunt even more closely against me, grinding against me a bit.
“I know you will,” she breathed, moaning a bit as I pinched one nipple hard. “But Mr. Larson, I have to ask one thing,” she panted, drawing back for a moment.
Again, I almost died. Oh fuck, if she asked for something like “only kissing” or “only petting,” I was going to fucking die, my dick was going to shrivel up and crack off, it needed that pink pussy so bad.
But instead, my little girl shot me a shy smile. She looked at me, eyes wide, begging, and asked, “Promise you’ll put it in bare, okay?”
I was stock still, every nerve in my body singing. No condom? No nothing? Was she fucking kidding me?
“Honey, are you sure?” I rasped against her lips, her chin. “Because you’re eighteen and fertile, you know what happens when a virile man comes in you.”
And she gasped but nodded once more, her lips tracing the line of my jaw.
“I know,” she whispered against my skin. “But it’s my first time and I want to feel you in me, just you with no condom.”
And I lost it then, if I’d been hard before, I was a fucking diamond now, my dick tip dripping in a continuous stream, the semen melting against her soft tummy, running down her leg.
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m gonna give it to you so good, you’re gonna scream my name over and over again, beg me for more once it’s done.”
And she creamed against me just like that, that hot gush of juice against my strong thigh the evidence of her want, her need.
“Take me then, Mr. Larson,” she moaned. “Take my pussy and fuck it good.”
And what could I do but obey? I got on my knees in the shower stall, worshiping that sweet, curvy form, lapping at the undersides of her breasts, her soft tummy before licking the insides of those creamy thighs.
“Open,” I murmured, and like Aladdin’s cave, the sweetness parted and I glimpsed the undiscovered land, that beautiful pink pussy that had beckoned to me since the first time she set foot in my trailer. I helped her lift one knee up, swinging it over my shoulder for support and finally, finally, tasted that snatch.
Oh fuck, it was delicious. I didn’t just flick my tongue against it, I buried myself in those swollen folds, sampling untouched pussy, sucking the cream right out of her hole as Katy moaned and writhed above me, grabbing at my hair.
“Oh Mr. Larson!” she cried out. “Oh Daddy!”
I’m not sure where this “Daddy” stuff was coming from, but it sounded good on her lips, spurring me on, making me grow harder. Taking another long lap at her pussy, I pulled her apart to run my tongue up one side of her labia, then the other, before focusing on her clit, alternately licking and sucking the sensitive nub.
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, tossing her hair back, those big boobies heaving, almost hitting my head they were so huge. “Oh oh oh!”
And it was tasty, so fucking good I almost lost it and spewed my sperm right there on the floor of the shower stall. But it was too early and I forced myself to back down, to exercise the utmost control because I hadn’t gotten what I wanted yet. And that was her hymen. I wanted to run my tongue against the evidence of her virginity, that thin piece of tissue that proved she was u
ntouched, nubile, and innocent.
So I pulled her folds apart once more, the warm heat of her cunt wafting against my face, and murmured, “I’m gonna eat your puss now honey, it’s gonna feel good, I promise,” and with that, plunged my tongue up her tiny hole. She convulsed once, twice, around me, helpless in her ecstasy, nectar running down my throat, almost pushing me loose, but I’d found what I was looking for. Oh yeah, my tongue bumped up against the rubbery barrier, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm as the tissue shivered, and fuck, it was so delectable, so amazing that I only wanted more. So as Katy shook and screamed, I kept tonguing her hymen, licking it, burying myself so deeply into her snatch that I was doing a face-plant, cream leaking all over my chin and cheeks, sliding down my throat, the best stuff on Earth.
And after it was over, her pussy spasms subsided, turning into slight twitches instead of full-body tremors, body weak and limp all over, nectar so sweet on my tongue, cunt loose enough so that I could push a finger in.
“That’s right,” I grunted as Katy squealed above me. It was the first time she’d been fingered, she’d never been breached save for my tongue moments ago. “That’s right,” I groaned again, “This pussy’s gotta be stretched out for my dick, you’re too tight otherwise.”
And the brunette mewled above me, panting, gasping, her folds swollen and slick as my finger went in and out. Fuck, she was so tiny and it was going to feel so good, but I couldn’t push in her without preparation, she’d tear and hurt otherwise, walk around limping for the next few days. So I was patient, stretching her out, rubbing and stirring my finger within the hot channel.
“Relax, little girl,” I rasped, that pinkness just inches from my face. “Because I’m gonna slide another one in.”
And true to my promise, I angled another finger to join the first, pushing two digits up that sweet hole, sliding in and out smoothly before scissoring them, circling to loosen that swollen flesh.
“Oh!” she screamed. “Oh god!” she shrieked, slapping her hands against the stall walls for balance.
And feeling her pussy loosen and cream a bit, gush wetly against my hand told me that she was ready. I kissed her clit once more, lightly nipping at the sensitive nub, making her squeal once more, but then stood, wetly pulling my hand out with an obscene sucking sound.
“That’s how much you want it, baby,” I murmured against her lips, pulling one of those thick thighs around my waist so that her snatch was flush up against my dick. “Did you hear that sound? Your cunt was so sad to see me go that it tried to suck me back in.”
And the girl just mewled against me, wrapping her hands around my neck, stroking my broad shoulders, my muscled back.
“Please Mr. Larson,” she panted, “take me now. I need it so bad.”
And I was only too happy to do the honors. Gripping my dickhead in hand, I ran it up her slick folds, nudging that swollen flesh, massaging the underside of her clit.
“Ready?” I rasped into her ear. “Ready for Daddy to take you?”
But I didn’t wait because in the next instant, I’d fucked into her good. With one sweet stroke I broke through the thin piece of tissue inside, embedding myself within that sweet, hot cunt, and fuck, but the girl cried out loud then, her moan ringing like a siren inside the tiny bathroom.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuck,” she cried, throwing her head back, eyes closed, as her pussy sampled its first dick. “Oh god, it hurts.”
I kissed her then, taking her mouth with mine gently, running my tongue between her lips, soothing the pain, the hurt.
“I know honey, I know,” I rumbled, “but it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”
And although it killed me, I held still in her sweet cavern, cock pulsing and tight, letting those swollen folds adjust to the huge monster inside, her pussy imprinted to the shape of my shaft, curving like a mold to my fuckpole.
“Feel that?” I rasped, rocking my hips just a little. “That’s how good it’s gonna feel when I start fucking you for real.”
And the brunette clasped me tighter then, rubbing her breasts against my chest.
“Please Brent,” she gasped. “Do it now, for real, it’s better now.”
And fuck, but as I began pushing in and out, slowly at first but then growing in speed, the little girl’s pussy began to bloom around me, to fill out like a woman. Her folds grew more swollen, more tight, hugging my dick like a precious gem, riding the shaft more and more vigorously, humping her clit against me with each drag.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned again, kissing me fervently. “Yeess!”
And with that, I started going full bore, first time or not. Because Katy’s pussy loved it, I could tell from the wetness, the way she spread her thighs wide, inviting a deep-dicking. And soon I was slamming into her hard, my balls hitting her asshole with every thrust, her little butt lifted in the air with every push, like she was impaled on a spit, moaning and gasping with ecstasy.
“Yes Mr. Larson,” she panted again, almost crying now. “Yes!”
And with that, the little girl came. Her pussy clamped down hard once more before exploding in a shower of sparks, clenching and spasming over and over again, female cries of ecstasy ringing loudly in the bathroom. And the milking motion, the feel of a girl erupting on my dick forced me over the edge. A tidal wave started low in my abs, pushing my balls high and tight before I shoved deep once more and exploded, showering her insides with sperm.
“Fuck!” I roared, my shout ringing out in the bathroom. We were like a fucking symphony, her wails and cries mixing with my own. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And between the wet slapping sounds and grinding flesh, boobs flapping and heaving, Heaven appeared. Katy’s pussy clamped down on my dick, practically breaking it as she screamed, tiny teeth buried in my shoulder taking out a chunk of flesh. And I was no better, just as turned on, clutching that fine, curvy form to me, pumping again and again into that tiny channel, spraying her with my cum.
And holy shit, but my eyes literally rolled back in my head, brain exploding with each pulse of semen. What the fuck? What the fuck had just happened? I’ve fucked plenty of females before, but this was one for the ages, I didn’t usually see stars dancing before my eyes, didn’t come again and again, spurting a girl with everything until my balls ran dry, going on for minutes. What the fuck had this curvy little girl done to me? So I took a deep breath, trying to get my bearings, to be myself again. But then I saw the red handprints on her ass, her waist.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I ground out, eyeing the vivid marks. Oh fuck, I’d done that to her, I’d hurt the beautiful brunette.
But the girl just laughed, a little wobbly on her feet and we both stopped for a second, watching mesmerized as a great glob of cum oozed out of her pussy and down her leg.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned again, reaching with a finger to scoop it up, the white glistening wetly in my hand. “Oh fuck.”
But Katy did me one better. Dipping her head sweetly, she leaned down and slurped it out of my palm, delicately licking her lips, savoring the sweet and salty tang of fresh semen.
“Brent,” she murmured, looking up at me through her lashes. “That was good. Again, please?”
And oh shit, but I was a goner. Because this girl whom I considered my ward, a sweet teen with nowhere to go, had me wrapped around her finger … and I couldn’t say no, no matter how wrong it was.
CHAPTER THREE
Jason
School that day was a daze, a blur of images and sounds that I couldn’t remember even if I wanted. I swear, they could have had a fire drill and it would have passed me by, my body on auto-pilot, going through the motions, answering only when spoken to, nodding dumbly like a sheep.
Because the last twenty-four hours had been unfucking-believable. I’d been tapped by Ms. Smith to stay after class, sure, but I could handle our local cougar.
“Jason,” the middle-aged woman purred once I shut the door behind me, the two of us alone in the empty classroom. “I wanted to talk to you a
bout some extra tutoring.”
I snorted under my breath. Extra tutoring? Sure, if Ms. Smith meant human anatomy up close and personal, nothing so boring as Math or English.
“I’m getting a B in your class,” I growled, trying not to look at her. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”
But the woman got up and sashayed towards me, blonde hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, a white blouse tight on her breasts. If I wasn’t mistaken, the older lady was actually trying to look like a naughty librarian, evoking some kind of MILF fantasy.
And shit, it was boring. To tell you the truth, my teacher was okay looking, in pretty good shape for someone forty and past her prime, boobs saggy, waist thickening, and maybe if I didn’t know Katy, I’d be into it. After all, it was just too easy, the woman was practically devouring me at this point, eyeing me up and down, licking her lips as she took in my tall, muscular body, the t-shirt that hugged my biceps, jeans that clung to my long legs.
But the problem was that I did know Katy. Because the brunette was everything that I wanted, curvy, sweet, always the first to jump up and help with the dishes, doing our laundry, folding our clothes, taking good care of Brent and I. And her laugh, her smile, made me feel ten miles tall. I’m not a funny guy by nature, but Katy always giggled at my jokes, always let out a sweet titter, a shy smile even when my gags fell flat and stupid.
So yeah, I was already taken and faced now with Ms. Smith prowling towards me, eyeing me up and down, the whole thing was pretty gross. Even a little pathetic, come to think of it. Because what cougar goes hunting her own students? It was grounds to be fired and yet Ms. Smith was so desperate she was willing to risk it.
So when the blonde placed her hands on my chest, those long, red fingernails digging into my pecs, I tried to stay calm, remind myself that this was a woman who needed help. Grabbing her hands firmly in mine, I pulled them away from my body.
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