by Madison Faye
But that was that little extra, beyond the fact that she was so young, and my buddy’s daughter, that made it so fucking hot. Being bare inside of her added such an extra edge of sinfulness that I found myself clawing at my own sanity as I pounded into the slick wet heaven of her pussy.
And I knew she was close, as I started to feel her channel clench me even tighter, even more of her juices dribbling down to my balls as I pounded her tight little nineteen year old pussy hard, making her mine. My heavy balls - so swollen and full of potent seed for her - slapped her stretched lips with every thrust, and I could hear her whimpering moans begin to mimic my own growls in intensity.
Suddenly, the door to the men's room opened. In one quick move, without ever pulling out of her tight, velvety slit, I suddenly pulled her up and spun us both around - a move that impressed even me just about as much as it surprised her. All of a sudden, instead of bent over with me fucking her from behind, I found myself sitting squarely on the lid of the toilet with her in my lap. She was still impaled to the hilt on my thick rod with her legs up in the air and my hands gripping her thighs.
I could feel my cock pulse inside of her, both of us suddenly dead silent and grinning as a pair of shoes walked past the door to the stall to the row of urinals next to it. I groaned quietly, feeling her pussy clenching my cock tight; milking me gently with her muscles and making my growl as I nipped at her ear.
"You okay in there Jake?"
We both froze.
The man at the urinals was her father.
I could feel Chelsea tense up like a rock on top of me; her hands gripping my legs tightly, her breath hitching in her throat. I could feel her pulse jumping like a train off the tracks as she leaned back into me.
I knew her dad could only see my feet, along with my trousers around my ankles under the stall wall; seeing as her legs were being held up by me. But, I could hardly blame her for being terrified. Shit, I was! As suddenly frozen in fear as I was at the possibility of getting caught like this by my buddy, I couldn't even imagine how much worse it felt to be her right then. Of course, I think we both knew that if we were caught there in that bathroom like that, there'd be hell to pay for the man balls-deep in his best friend and neighbor's nineteen year old daughter.
I coughed, clearing my throat. “Ugh- yep! Yeah, for sure, Mike. Must’ve had something I shouldn't have."
I could feel her grin at my double-entendre, and I responded by rocking my hips just a bit, grinding deep into her pussy.
"Shoot man, well I hope you feel better after a bathroom break; they're bringing those steaks out now at the table and they're lookin’ great! Nice and pink on the inside just the way you like em!"
Jesus; this was almost too much. Between the rush of fear making the adrenaline course like fire through my veins, and how close I'd gotten to coming, and then despite all of this, how fucking good this girl’s perfect slit felt stretched around my cock, I was practically panting. The fact that we were so close to getting caught sent a rush through me, causing my blood to pump in ways I knew she could feel.
"Well, I'll be out in just a few, buddy. Feeling better already in here."
I suddenly had to clench my jaw, hard, as innocent little Chelsea started to fuck me, right there in the bathroom stall, with her dad standing right outside washing his hands at the sink. I squeezed her thigh hard, and she turned to look at me with a look of pure pleasure on her face. I bit her shoulder, hard, and she barely had time to cover her mouth with her hands to stop the moan from tumbling out as I rocked my cock deep into her pussy.
My strong hands gripped her much smaller body tightly and I slowly started to pump my hips up and down, easing my throbbing dick in and out of her clenching, naughty little pussy. It was taking everything I had not to roar right there as the waves of pleasure spilled over me.
"Yeah, something must've gotten into Chelsea too."
I bit her shoulder hard again, trying to suppress the feeling of fucking bliss rolling through me as she continued to slowly fuck herself on my cock. "Uh, oh yeah?" I grunted, my heartbeat hammering against her back.
"Yeah, she’s been a bit long in the bathroom too. Hope she's okay.”
I muffled a grunt into her shoulder. “Oh, yeah, I'm sure she's fine Mike. Probably just college stuff; maybe she had to call a boy or something."
She sank back into me, her body going almost limp with pleasure as she let me slowly pump her slit full of my dick, knowing I was pushing her right up to the edge of that climax.
I could hear Mike chuckling at the sink as he finished drying his hands. “A boy? Hah! C’mon Jake, I doubt she's there yet. My Chelsea's a real little angel, you know."
I groaned loudly, my voice catching in my throat as my cock throbbed inside of her tight, velvety pussy. “Oh, yeah, a real angel, Mike!" I thrust my hips up, and she stuck her hand into her mouth and bit it to keep from crying out.
"Alright buddy, well I'll see you back out there soon. Hey and thanks again for coming tonight, I know it meant a lot to Chelsea."
As soon as the door shut behind him, I groaned out loud and just started to fuck my cock up into her with deep, powerful strokes. Just feeling her tight slit grip me like that as she started to whimper and shake and go tense in my arms as I pounded her little pussy got my blood roaring to a boil.
And then she came, like a Goddamn firecracker. She moaned loudly into her hands, her tight slit clenching impossibly tighter around my thick girth before I felt her honey drip down my balls. The climax tore through her as she went to pieces on my lap, moaning and shaking and bouncing on my cock as she came again and again and again.
"Oh fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme Mr. Harding! Fill my pussy! Fill me with your cum! I want your cum so bad Mr. Harding!”
I choked out a gasp as my hips suddenly rocked up into her tight slit, and with a grunt, my cock erupted inside of her. I roared and started to pump what felt like a gallon of cum deep into her pussy. She shook and moaned through her own orgasm as I dumped every drop of my thick load inside of her bare, fertile young slit, knowing my cum was splashing right against the opening to her womb.
We collapsed like that, her still with her panties and jeans around her knees with my thick erection throbbing and twitching out the last of my huge load inside of her.
"Fuck, honey, we-"
"We gotta get back to the table, I know."
I really did not want her to get off my lap - not then, and not ever - but I knew we were way past pushing it right now.
With a gasp, she stood, before instantly reaching down and yanking her panties up her long slender legs and pulling them tight against her pussy. I could already see the front of her panties soaking through with my cum leaking out of her, and I growled just thinking about how dirty that was as I pulled my own trousers up.
Chelsea whirled around, giving me a quick, passionate kiss on the mouth before she opened the stall door and scurried to the door.
"You go first, and I'll give it a few more minutes."
She stopped at the door, turning back to me, grinning as I buckled my pants back up. "Oh, Mr. Harding?" She winked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight; it really did mean a lot to me." She giggled as I gave her a 'watch it' look, before she poked her head out the door and then scampered to the ladies room.
I hung out in the bathroom for another few minutes, leaning over the sinks trying to catch my breath while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The lines in my face were a lot more noticeable than they’d been when I was her age, that’s for damn sure. I had a few streaks of silver starting to show at my temples, and there was just something strange about really looking at yourself and seeing an older version of, well, you.
What the hell did that girl see in me?
It’d have been easy to write the whole thing off as some girl with issues just looking for a “daddy figure” to fill a hole in her life - innuendo not intended. But I knew Mike, and the guy was an awesome father. So, it’s not like Chelsea was some sort of
damaged individual who needed an emotional bandaid of sorts, and for some reason, that made this whole thing even more real.
Because that meant she was really into me, and not just the idea of me. And that thought both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.
Okay, sure, on a purely physical, primal level, this girl was fucking amazing. She was this young, eager little sex-kitten ready and willing to learn anything and everything I could teach her. She wanted to learn it all, and she wanted me to teach it to her, and the base caveman part of me roared at that chance. There was the primal side of me that wanted to dominate and claim this girl as mine. I wanted to spend every Goddamn waking hour spreading those creamy thighs and burying my cock in that innocent little pussy over and over again. I wanted to fill her with every single drop of my sticky cum again and again, until it trickled down her leg.
Until it made her belly swell with life.
I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants a the idea of my sinfully tempting younger lover carrying my child; our child. I pictured her belly swelling up, her cheeks flushing pink, and her breasts growing tender, and I knew the whole fucking world would know she was mine then. The whole damn world would know that little angel belonged to me, and that I’d claimed her and laid my seed.
Okay, a little caveman, I’ll admit, but that’s just what Chelsea did to me.
And yeah, we still weren’t using protection. Knocking her up was a hot thought, but it was also a seriously possible outcome of us playing this little game of chance every damn time
Of course, Chelsea getting pregnant by me could also mean me getting shot by her dad, and rightfully, really. I mean fuck, what sort of guy went around deflowering his buddy’s college-aged daughter? I tried to imagine what I’d do if it was Mike and a daughter of mine, but I couldn’t picture it because every thought trail ended in an image of me balls-deep in Chelsea’s perfect little pussy.
Yeah, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
17
Chelsea
"Everything ok, honey? We were worried about you." My mom gave me a concerned look as I sat back at the table. Jake's face was flushed, and he smirked at me briefly before turning back to his dinner place.
"Oh, yeah, sorry mom. My roommate called my cell - guy trouble or something."
My parents smiled at me and then each other.
"Well it's so nice to know you're the responsible one making the good choices that your friends can rely on, honey,” my dad said, smiling at me.
I quickly turned to my plate, shoveling salad into my mouth to try and hide the cat-with-the-canary look on my face.
Right, making good choices; like, letting my older, recently-divorced neighbor fuck me unprotected and come inside of me what, four times now?
Dinner passed in a sort of hazy glow, and as we all ate, I managed to sneak a few more looks and even a couple of hand squeezes under the table with Mr. Harding.
We were hugging our goodbyes outside the restaurant later in the freezing cold Boston winter, when Jake leaned into me and growled into my ear. “I have to see you again. I'm staying at the Marriott; my number is in your coat pocket."
I felt a shiver from more than just the cold run up my spine as I felt his arms squeeze me tight before letting go.
"So great to see you Chelsea, and glad to hear schools going so well!" He said it loudly as he pulled quickly away from me and smiled at my parents.
"Guess I'll see you again around spring break then!" He shook my dad's hand and kissed my mom on the cheek before they turned to say goodbye to me for the night.
"Call me, tonight," he mouthed over their shoulders at me, before he turned and stepped into the waiting cab.
And right then, I knew that for the first time since becoming my roommate, Lucy was going to have the dorm room to herself for the night.
18
Chelsea
After I said goodnight to my family and watched them climb into a cab, I waited a few minutes and then hailed one myself, feeling my pulse jump.
'I'm staying at the Marriott.’
For the first time ever, I was going to go meet a man in a hotel room; it sounded so illicit! I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Jake that I was on the way, and then sank into the backseat of the cab grinning from ear to ear.
The sneaking around with Mr. Harding had been part of the thrill of it all, of course. The four times we'd been together so far had included the quickie in my parents’ living room, the time I'd secretly fucked him at the dinner table in front of my family and his date with no-one the wiser, and barely an hour earlier, in the restaurant bathroom just now at dinner with Jake and my family.
It was thrilling, these secret, clandestine encounters of ours, but the thought of being able to take our time - to be alone together without pressure of being caught or having to hurry - just seemed like such a luxury that I found myself buzzing with excitement as we drove through the night.
I stepped out of the cab feeling a bit nervous to be honest. There was this jittery feeling of naughtiness involved with waltzing into a hotel and sneaking up to Jake's room like some sort of mistress. Which, to be fair, I kind of was at that point.
I closed the cab door and took a deep breath, steeling myself to act calm and perfectly normal when I entered the hotel, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a nineteen year old girl to be heading upstairs to the hotel room of her forty year old, next door neighbor. But just then as I turned, suddenly I grinned.
Jake was waiting outside for me; waiting for me with a smile.
"Funny meeting you here," he grinned, taking my arm. “Going up?"
"Yes please." I grinned back, looping my arm through his.
He walked me right through the lobby, arm in arm. No "oh this is my daughter" facade; no sneaking in separately. Jake held my arm, and then ran his hand up my back as we waited for the elevator in a way that very plainly said, "yes, this is a romantic relationship." We got a few knowing looks of course, and even a disapproving arched eyebrow from a middle-aged couple who got off the elevator, but none of it even phased me, not with Jake there.
It also occurred to me as we walked into his hotel room that this would be our first time in an actual bed together, a thought that made me giggle.
I turned to him as I stood at the foot of large, king-sized bed and bit my lip, my eyes sparkling as I looked at him. I was no longer nervous; no longer worried about time constraints, or being found out by people who couldn't know about us.
"We've never- I mean, on a bed-"
"I know." Jake moved in front of me, wrapping his arms around me tight and leaning in to kiss me.
"There's no rush this time, Chelsea. No bathroom quickie, not this time." He kissed me, and I melted into him, feeling his strong chest against mine, his muscular arms holding me tightly.
"I'm so glad you came," I whispered as I pulled back to look up into his eyes. "I had no idea you did any business up here in Boston!"
His smirking look said it all, and I suddenly blushed bright red as the truth hit me. He didn't do any business up here; he'd come for me.
I attacked his mouth with mine as the truth dawned on me, hungrily kissing his lips and his face as he grinned. Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed, and I giggled as I hit the soft mattress and let my arms drop over my head onto the downy comforter.
Jake moved over me, his eyes hungry as his hand began to pull at the button of my jeans. Deftly, he pulled the zipper down, slowly, and I felt my pulse begin to race with the click of every single metal rivet.
"This time, I'm going to take my time with you."
I let out a small moan as he finished with my zipper and then hooked his hands into the waist of my jeans and panties. With a tug, he began to pull them down over my narrow hips, slipping them down my slender legs and then off of me completely. I blushed as his gaze moved back over me, hungry and passionate as his eyes lingered on my tight, pink little slit.
With
a growl, he moved back onto the bed, his mouth going to my knee and kissing me there, before his lips began to travel up. I moaned as I sank back into the bed, bringing my hands up to begin unbuttoning my shirt, letting it fall open. My small but perky breasts - bra-less, of course - were high and soft on my chest, my nipples straining like little pink pebbles as Jake's mouth moved higher and higher.
When his tongue dragged wetly against my outer lips, I cried out. My hands instinctively dropped down to his head, my fingers running through his dark hair. He moaned into me as his tongue slipped between my folds and curled against my opening.
Slow, dragging licks up and down my slit turned to teasing curls of his tongue against my throbbing clit. And then teasing tongue curls turned to focused flitting of the tip against the pulsing, sensitive underside of my hard little nub as his lips formed a seal around me and he began to gently suck.
My hands gripped his hair tightly and his mouth on my young pussy began to rocket me higher and higher, pushing me towards that sweet release in a way I'd never felt before. His tongue was magic on my clit, and as he brought a hand up and slowly began to curl a single finger up inside my tight channel, I knew I was done for.
With a loud cry, I came hard, moaning his name out loud without a single worry about someone hearing us. Jake growled as he licked me right through my orgasm, coaxing me through before he let me collapse onto the bed.
He moved above me then, his clothes gone and his big, thick cock pressing hotly against my soaking wet, trembling slit. I looked up into his eyes as I reached down with my small hand and wrapped it around his massive shaft and pulled the throbbing head against my lips.
"Fuck me, Mr. Harding." I cooed, knowing how much saying his name that way instead of just "Jake" made things so much hotter for us both . “Fuck me long and slow, and make me yours."
He growled, and as he entered me, his huge cock stretching my tight slit so deliciously, we both moaned loudly.