Jacob came up for air. "Holy Fuck! You taste so good." He wiped his mouth and then climbed up onto the table. I could see his rock-hard cock sticking straight up. I just wanted him to fuck me right then and there. His lips grazed my stomach and then fell on my tits. He squeezed them and sucked on my erect nipples. I let out a tiny yelp when he bit down on them. I was lost in a sea of passion and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.
"Get off the table and stand over there," Jacob said, pointing next to the kitchen island. As I walked over into the kitchen, Jacob took one of the chairs from the dinner table and faced it towards me. His raging boner bobbed up and down as he walked.
He sat down in the chair and stared at me. "Get over here and give me the wettest lap dance ever."
"Yes." I turned around and planted my bare ass on his hard cock. I put my hands on Jacob's legs to brace myself while I gyrated. I bent down so Jacob could get a good view of my pussy and then I whipped my hair back. Jacob was getting really turned on and he couldn't help but touch me while I danced on him.
I turned around and straddled him. His warm hands grabbed my hips and I let his cock slid in between the lips of my pussy. I was so wet that it was the perfect lubricant as I grinded on him.
"Let me fuck that tight pussy now," Jacob moaned. I lifted up and helped Jacob guide his cock straight into me. His massive meat was so big that it stretched me to my limits. I lifted up and down, slowly letting his cock fill me up. Jacob grabbed my ass hard, pulling me up and down on him.
I put my arms around Jacob's neck while he buried his head in my tits. "Oh yes! That feels so good!" I screamed.
"I bet you want me to fill that pussy up with all my cum," Jacob whispered in my ear.
"Yes! Come inside me!! I'm so close," I moaned, bouncing up and down.
"FUCK! HERE IT COMES!!!!" Jacob screamed at the top of his lungs. I felt his shaft unload inside me as his cock erupted with cum. It felt like a huge geyser of cum was in me.
The feeling of Jacob's cum set off my orgasm immediately. I continued to fuck him as the extreme pleasure clouded my head. My pussy quivered as gallons of cum were being pumped inside me. My body shook with the power of an earthquake and my nails dug into Jacob's back.
After we were both finished, I continued to fuck his semi-hard penis because he didn't tell me otherwise. "Okay Abigail, you can get off of me," Jacob said, huffing and puffing.
I lifted myself off of his dick and all his cum flowed down my legs like a river. I collapsed onto the ground trying to catch my breath.
"You won't tell your mother about this, right?"
"Of course not. But that doesn't mean we have to stop.."
Jacob smiled and kissed my lips one last time.
His Untouched Brat
My house looked the exact same as I pulled into the driveway. The green lawn was still perfectly cut with a white picket fence on the perimeter. Two kids were playing basketball down the street like they always did. The only difference was the window shutters were painted green instead of blue.
I turned the car off and took in a deep breath. My first year of college was finally over and now I could finally relax during the summer. I stepped out of the car and popped the trunk. I heard the front door open and my mom came running out.
"Welcome home, Grace!" she yelled, jogging to me, her big fake breasts bouncing all around.
"Hi Mom," I replied, hugging her hard. Her same old perfume that she wore way too much of penetrated my nostrils.
I stood there in my mom's embrace waiting for her to let go. "You're choking me, Mom," I whispered.
"Oh I'm sorry." She released me from her death grip and combed the hair out of my face.
"Let me just get my luggage," I said, returning to the trunk of my car.
"Don't bother with that yet. Can you come inside so we can talk for a second?"
I hesitantly set my large suitcase back into the car and followed my mother into the house. Everything was exactly how I remembered. Fake plants stood in each corner of the living room and a decadent couch that nobody used sat against the wall.
"Sit down, Grace," she said, pointing to the couch.
I sat down and sunk into the comfy cushions. My mom sat across from and placed a paper on the coffee table.
"What's this?" I asked, examining the document.
It was a plane ticket...to California.
"I need you to go stay with your stepdad, Wyatt, this summer."