“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 about 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.