by Miley Milque
Just make sure you hold my head in place while I’m gagging.” I take a deep breath to prepare for the next deep throat plunge.
His hands move with a bit of hesitation to the sides of my head, just under the ears. He must still be fighting with his conscience about this whole thing.
He is unsure what to think about his naughty little neighbor slobbering all over his hard cock, and if he should feel guilty about just how much he is enjoying it.
But I’ll make sure he forgets all about those thoughts when I suck him dry of every ounce of cum.
But to my surprise, instead of pulling me in closer to go down on him again, He lifts me up by the head until I’m standing.
“We—we just can’t do this. I can’t,” he says.
“But Mr. Peterson… It feels so good, doesn’t it? I can tell how much you like it.” I reach for his cock to stroke it, but he pulls away.
“I could never forgive myself if we—if I let you do this.”
I just want to make him happy. I want him to feel all the pleasure I could give him if he would just relax and go with the flow. Hearing him talk like this after I had already deep throated his entire cock was making me all teary-eyed.
It wasn’t easy. And besides all that, I’m a girl who always finishes what she starts.
“Don’t be like this… please?” He turns away from me. “I’ll… I’ll let you cum in my pussy.” That got his attention. He is fixated on me with a blank stare for a long while, before his expression turns to one of disappointment.
“I have to leave now,” he says, crouching to pull up his pants. Mr. Peterson isn’t listening anymore. I can’t believe he is just going to leave like this. What will become of our relationship after we both know he had his cock lodged down my esophagus. “And don’t worry,” he finishes buckling his belt, “I won’t tell Mom about any of this.”
I bury my face in my hands and sob. Why did it have to happen like this?
“Let’s just… try to forget any of it ever happened. Okay?” Sniffling and crying into my hands, I nod my head in resignation. It’s all over. Mr. Peterson must be utterly disgusted with me.
And all because I just wanted to make him happy. He rests a hand on my shoulder in some small effort to comfort me. I turn from him and collapse onto the crisp sheets of my new dorm bed shoved against the wall, weeping into a pillow.
Then the door slams shut and I know that he has left me.
******
Lying face down, restless in the empty stillness of an unfamiliar room, I remember how Mr. Peterson had left my box of secret toys.
Masturbation is always an easy way to release tension. I sit up and let my shoulders drop with a heavy sigh.
Even if he isn’t going to fuck me the way I want him to, I still know how to please myself. The thought of pounding my wet pussy with a giant dildo the size of Mr. Peterson’s cock has me cheering up already.
I stick my thumbs down either side of my tight yoga shorts and slip them off to reveal my trimmed pussy underneath. I had purposely gone without panties today, knowing it was last chance to seduce Mr. Peterson before I would see him again for at least six months.
But after what just happened, he probably won’t even ask me to come visit back home during winter break.
Trying to ignore the thoughts of embarrassment and rejection racing through my mind, I lean back against the wall alongside my small bed. My eyes drift closed as fingers trace lightly from my belly button down to my crotch.
Then I spread my legs wide in the air. I rub small circles on my clit, which is still wet form the thrill of sucking Mr. Peterson’s cock, with the tip of a middle finger. Electric shivers fire up my spine; my body shudders atop the sheets.
I insert two fingers just inside my tight hole and imagine Mr. Peterson mounting me, drilling me like the dirty little whore he knows I am.
My hips buck upward and gyrate in the air as the fingers curl inside me and brush my G-spot. My tank top is still hanging low; my exposed breasts heave with every deep inhale.
The sheen of sweat covering my torso glistens in the ray of sunlight coming through the cheap blinds behind me.
Then my whole body goes tense; my eyes shoot wide open at a sound coming from across the room. Someone just burst into my fucking dorm room unannounced.
“T—Tammy?” I lift my head to look up at Mr. Peterson staring back at me with two fingers knuckle deep in my pussy. My legs are spread eagle; my shaved asshole is in full view. Totally shocked and taken by surprise, I yelp and drop my feet to the floor. Then I sit up in bed and cock my head, looking perplexed.
“Mr. Peterson? I thought you left already…”
“I’m so sorry Tammy, I—there was one more box outside we forgot about.” The box he is carrying clangs with the sound of silverware as he steps into the room and nudges the door closed behind him.
“Oh…” I say, bending over to find my shorts.
“And, there’s one more thing…” he says, setting the box down on the floor. “I wanted to apologize for earlier.”
“It’s really my fault—I…”
“The truth is…” I sit up straight again, leaving my shorts on the floor a moment to listen. He doesn’t seem to acknowledge that I’m completely naked in front of him, or that he just walked in on me masturbating.
He is having trouble finding the words to tell me what he is so sorry for.
I get up off the bed and walk over to him. I reach my arms out for an embrace and wrap arms around his broad shoulders. As I hold him there, my bare tits press against the hardness of his pecs. Still, his arms remain at his sides and he’s looking down at the floor. What is he trying to tell me?
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes and says,
“You were right.” My face lights up at his words. There is a sudden rush of elation brimming between my legs. “I want to know what it feels like to be inside you…”
Mr. Peterson takes an assertive hold of my breast and gets his mouth around the nipple. He flicks his tongue all around it, sending euphoric tingles shooting through the length of my spine. I reach a hand around to the back of his head, combing through his hair while pressing him in closer to my chest.
“Oh, god! Mr. Peterson—I thought you were so angry with me…” His vigorous lapping on my nipple increases intensity. He cups the bottom of my breast to shove as much of it into his mouth as can fit. A firm hand grips beneath my ribcage, pushing me toward the bed.
He keeps his mouth locked around my tit as he guides me backwards. He is giving in fully to his desire for me now. The desire I always sensed was there since I was old enough to legally fuck.
Then he shoves me and I squeal with playful giddiness, landing hard against the springy mattress. I open my legs wide for him and he kneels on the floor to get his tongue at my soggy wet pussy. He holds my legs back and buries his face in my crotch, lapping and sucking with relish.
“Sweet enough for you, Mr. Peterson?” I say, giggling. I grip a large tuft of hair at the back of his head and shove his face in closer.
His tongue dances around my clit in a quick figure eight pattern. It darts between my wet folds and dives deep into my hole. “Ungh!” I guess I’ll take that as a resounding yes! My legs shudder and my vision blurs. Mr. Peterson is going to make me squirt if he keeps going like this.
I hold him down there, rocking my hips in sync with every passionate slurp and suck. In his eagerness to fuck me senseless, He works at the buckle of his pants without pause. Then my body jolts when his tongue circles the rim of my puckered asshole.
“Yes!” I raise my arms above my head, reveling in every sensation. It’s all so overwhelming. But I don’t want to cum before… “Mr. Peterson, I…”
“Uh-huh?” He grunts between slurps.
“I want you inside me.” He freezes in place. His eyes dart up at me from between my legs. Then he rises slowly, lifting off his shirt and revealing his toned body. He removes his glasses and tosses them to the floor.
He places his hands at my knees and pushes them down toward my ribcage. As he bends over to get himself between them, I feel the hardness of his shaft slipping on the wetness of my inner labia.
I can’t believe he is going to fuck me without a condom. I moan and catch his eyes to smile at him while reaching from underneath to tickle his scrotum. Mr. Peterson moans, dribbling precum between my folds.
With index and thumb wrapping lightly at the base, I guide his head to my wet entrance. My tightness wraps around the very tip of his head and I can’t help but wince. Mr. Peterson’s cock is just so big.
I curl my fingers around his balls and urge his cock inward with a gentle tug. He squints, feeling the smooth walls squeeze his head tight as it slips in.
“Fuck!” He yells as the shaft slides deeper inside me. His torso presses onto my shins and holds my knees down. I squeeze my walls tight as I can, feeling every inch of his cock enter me.
My legs jump and twitch when his cock taps my cervix. A sudden pain shoots through my insides. It hurts a little at first, but quickly subsides in the euphoric sensation of Mr. Peterson filling me whole.
His balls slap against my dripping wet asshole and I know his full length is inside me.
My wet juices coat his shaft as he pulls out to the neck just below the head, then plunges himself back in. Lost in the total bliss of my tightness around his entire cock, He begins thrusting wildly in and out.
I wrap my legs around his waist and we moan in unison as Mr. Peterson pounds the very depths of my pussy.
I clench my muscles as tight as they will go. Beads of sweat roll over Mr. Peterson’s pecs and fall on my bouncing tits. I press them together with both hands and give him a naughty little wink while licking around one of my hard nipples. He grunts and huffs with every impaling thrust into my tightness.
The head of his cock twitches against my cervix and I know he is getting ready to cum.
My arms reach around to grab his ass and help him drill me with encouraging pushes from behind. I work his hard cock in the air with my swiveling pelvis, gyrating and humping against his every thrust. A blissful tingling is rising within my core, surging through and exciting every nerve.
“Fuck, Tammy—you’re too fucking tight—I think I’m going to—” I sense him trying to pull out. I squeeze the legs around his waist tighter and pull him in closer by the ass to hold him there.
“No—stay inside me!” He struggles again to pull his cock out, but I want desperately for him cum in me and impregnate me. Then maybe I can give up this stupid college gig and live with Mr. Peterson forever. Mom can go to hell with her overbearing demands of me.
“But… what if—”
“Please Mr. Peterson! Just think of how good it will fee to cum inside me…” His cock twitches again. I can tell he is using every ounce of willpower to stop himself from ejaculating. I buck my hips wildly against his cock, holding him inside with the back of my calves against his clenched ass.
Then I feel the tension in his muscles relax. My walls clench tight around his shaft and coax his dick to cum. I can’t believe it—he’s going to do it!
“Oh, fuck!” His cock trembles in me and his legs shake. The impact of his thick, warm spunk against my cervix causes my hips to jolt. It’s just enough to send me over the edge with him.
We moan together as our bodies quake in an explosion of ecstasy. My walls clench and release, again and again, as the muscles of my core contract and relax.
The eruption of orgasmic energy sends euphoric shudders shooting out to every extremity. I clutch onto his back with contorted fingers pressed deep into his skin, whimpering as my body convulses underneath him. Girl juices gush from my pussy, drenching his cock and wetting the sheets all over.
Then Mr. Peterson is still. The tremors in my body slowly begin to calm. As we lie motionless together, basking in the glow of a phenomenal orgasm, I try to match my heavy breathing with his. I concentrate on the feeling of his load filling me whole, wanting to capture this moment in my mind forever.
Drops of warm cum ooze from my hole and trickle off his ball sac. The massive load fills every crevice of my insides. Mr. Peterson has gotten me pregnant for sure.
I can’t help but wonder about where our relationship will go from here. After all, Mr. Peterson has just taken my virginity. Things are going to be very different from now on.
Now that I’ll be having his child, I can forget about college and move in. He’ll have to support me in whatever decision I make because, in the end, my little virgin pussy was just too tight for him to pull out in time.
SHE’S SO TIGHT
Mrs. Johnson is a total nagging bitch. She thinks she can act like my mother just because I hang out at her house most of the time.
The truth is I'm only around a lot because I'm waiting for an opportunity to fuck her husband.
She's too dumb to realize it, though. So now I've got her on my case all the time, thinking that it has somehow fallen upon her to get me to turn my life around since my real mother is basically out of the picture.
Lately she's been going on like a broken record, "Get a job, Krista!" Well she can go fuck herself. I am already taking community college classes twice a week!
Okay, I dropped one of my classes yesterday--but what more does she want?
Besides, the professor was a dirty old man who always looked at me like he wanted to get in my pants. I may act like a slut around campus, but I do have some standards.
Course, if he promised me an 'A' at the end of the semester, that would be a different story. Maybe I should go back and propose that to him...
But whatever, I'm not taking college very seriously anyway. In fact, the only interest of mine that has stuck ever since I turned nineteen is my love for sex.
I'll do it with just about any guy who looks like he wants it. Most times I talk to a guy, I'm hinting at sex by the end of our first conversation.
The smarter ones seem to pick up on my subtle cues early on, but it's the jocks I have to be explicit with. Sometimes I just have to say it outright, "I think you're hot, take me back to your dorm and let's fuck."
Mrs. Johnson says I'll never be good at anything if I just laze about watching television all day. But that's not true.
I know how to suck a guy off and deepthroat a ten-inch cock. I can stick giant dildos up my ass, or take two dudes at once like a little whore.
And recently, I've been consistent with practicing my kegel exercises. I like to keep my pussy nice and tight. Tight enough that I could hold a guy's dick inside me even when they try to pull out.
But all my aspirations don't seem to be good enough for Mrs. Johnson.
It’s true, I have put on a little extra weight over the past year. But guys don’t seem to mind the extra curves.
Hell, I get even more attention now.
More dudes are trying to hit on me than ever before. I’m totally confident in my body. If I feel like lying on the couch eating junk food in front of the TV, then that’s what I’m going to do.
That incessant bitch just doesn't get it. And she doesn't deserve that gorgeous husband of hers. Mr. Johnson is the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. He's the only one I've set my sights on but haven't gotten laid by.
He just has too much damn morality, and loyalty to a stupid wife who doesn't appreciate him. Hell, she is pushing forty-five and still hasn't found a lasting career--and she gets on my case because I don't have a job yet?
And yet Mr. Johnson has given her everything. Ever since they got married he has treated her to a life of luxury. She doesn't even need to work anymore. Mr. Johnson has enough dough to support them both for the rest of eternity.
Somehow she got it into her head that her abstract noodle sculptures are actually art, or that she possesses some kind of talent. My talent is giving sloppy wet blowjobs, what's hers?
But somehow Mr. Johnson just fell head over heels for her. God knows why. I just don't see it. Which is precisely the reason I
have made it my mission to steal him away for her. And I have just the plan to do it.
I'm going to use every talent I have acquired to get myself knocked up by Mr. Johnson. With all the kegel exercises I've been doing it shouldn't be too difficult, once I get him to stick his cock in me.
Then I'll hold him there and milk the cum from his dick until he can't help but give up his seed.
Once I am carrying his child, his priorities will have to shift toward raising our newborn. Then Mrs. Johnson will get pushed to the back burner; just an afterthought--extra baggage. Then I'll hold all the power. Mr. Johnson will have to love me.
And I'll revel in the moment of telling her to get a real job, because there just isn't room for her in our family anymore. Payback is a bitch.