Freshman(68)
His glistening chest rippled in the moonlight, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind. I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with Jake's thrusting across the yard.
I'd been close before, back in my bed with my fantasy. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching my neighbors making love in their backyard, I could already feel myself close to coming. I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as Jake's pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.
"Oh fuck yes baby! Come inside me! Shoot your cum and fill me up Jake! Fuck your cum into me and put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant!"
Like a rocket, that did it - for both of us, apparently. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as Jake's face did the same. He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into Lenore. He roared, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.
As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as Jake slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening dick bobbed into view.
Oh my God.
I mean, I'd never really seen a penis before, aside from spying on my friend Jenna's older brother in the shower years ago, or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from Mr. Harding's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous.
There was nothing following their lovemaking. No cuddling, not even a kiss. Jake was still panting and pushing his fingers through his hair when Lenore quickly got up from the chair, brushed her knees off, and went inside. I frowned as I watched Mr. Harding shake his head and mutter something before he followed her inside.
After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.
"Put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant."
Why was it that line in particular that had pushed me over the edge? It was like just hearing that from Mrs. Harding's lips had sent me crashing right into my orgasm, as if just imagining Jake making her pregnant like that right in front of me has made me come.
It was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed just thinking about it before I finally drifted off to naughty dreams that night.
Chapter 3:
Jake
This was going to be a real fucking problem.
It’d been one of those days with Lenore. Hell, it’d been one of those weeks, or hell, those years with her. We just…shit, I don’t know. We didn’t work anymore; at all. It’d gotten to the point where I honestly wasn’t sure why she’d ever married me, or I her for that matter. Her father, I suppose, and the job he landed me with the U-Miami football devision before I went free agent as a recruitment consultant. Seems like a silly reason to have married into the family, but the more I thought about it, the more I’m pretty sure that was it. I got the job, she got stability and the little cookie-cutter life she wanted.
Of course, I was anything but cookie-cutter, especially after the Navy and after my time on the road in the pro leagues. I was not white picket fence guy, or pot-luck dinner with the neighbors guy, or hell, a marriage guy.
But hey, here we were, and where that was, I wasn’t even sure anymore. I don’t think she did, either.
And then we have things like the BBQ early that day, and the whole storm of “what the fuck” that came with it. A whole shit-storm of confusion and roaring hormones like I was some kind of teenager again. And that storm had a name:
Chelsea McKenzie.
I mean Jesus fuck, when had that girl— no, woman - when had she become a woman? And when the hell had she gotten so hot? It was almost criminal is what it was; almost literally, actually. But somehow, right next door, cute little Chelsea McKenzie had gotten jailbait hot, and that was a problem.
It wasn’t like she’d suddenly grown tits or anything, or wild curves like some men go for. I mean shit, she was still rail-thin, with small tits and tiny little ass I could probably palm with one hand. But somehow, she was womanly in her litheness; all soft, demure curves and soft swells, like some sort of runway model without all the bullshit attitude. Actually, the way she carried herself was like she didn’t even know how hot she’d gotten; how fucking tempting she’d turned. She was light, and youthful, but then there was something so much more adult about her. She was smart as a whip, and she read intelligent, nerdy things like Isaac Asmiov for fucks sake. She was a total nerd in a sense, of course, but there was something about that girl that got me hard as fucking stone. She’d somehow gotten herself hot, and hot in a way where she sure as shit didn’t know it.