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"Fuck me, Mr. Harding! Fuck me quick and fill me with your cum! Please!"





She pressed her ass back against me, and with a groan, I felt the last of me willpower drop. I grabbed her slender young hips and started to just pound that little pussy raw.





Chelsea went to pieces around me, biting the sofa cushion in front of her as she wailed while my cock plowed into her again and again. She brought her hand back to her clit, rubbing herself in rapid strokes, and I could feel her slender fingers touching the place where her lips were stretched tight around my thick cock.





"Oh FUCK, Chelsea!" I could feel my cock begin to swell up even bigger, pulsing so deep in her young, innocent pussy.





"Oh yes! God, they're getting back in the car! Fuck me, Mr. Harding! Fuck my tight nineteen year old pussy! Fuck me and fill me with your cuuummm!"





And just like that, with a roar, I let go. My cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, and then it was like white light pouring through me. I could feel her shatter around me, her orgasm ripping through her a my hot cum spurted thickly against her fertile young womb. Her pussy spammed around me, milking me for every drop as I roared and pumped the biggest load I’d ever had deep into her perfect young body.





There was the sound of an engine turning off as her parents parked the car at the side of the house. I swore as I jumped up, withdrawing from her pussy and leaving a sticky trail of my cum tinged with a little bit of her virgin blood across her pussy and her thigh. Giggling, she jumped up from the couch, cupping her pussy with her hand to keep my cum from dripping out. She grabbed her white bathing suit bottoms, and used them to clean herself between her legs as I yanked on my shorts. She spun around suddenly and quickly kissed me. “Thank you,” She whispered, grinning from ear to ear as she pressed something into my hands. “These are for you.”





Her bathing suit bottoms. Her lily white bathing suit bottoms streaked with my cum and her virgin blood, like some sort of token of my taking her. I grabbed her naked ass with my hand, pulling her close for a hard, searing kiss, before I dashed from the room towards the back door, just as her parents came around to the front of the house.





I could hear the pounding of footsteps and giggles of Chelsea, running up the stairs to her room as I dashed out the back door.





I barely got the lawnmower started again, and then at that point, I just stood in one place, feeling my pulse race inside my chest and my cock still throbbing rock hard inside my shorts.





Holy fuck, I’d just deflowered my buddy’s barely legal teenaged daughter on his fucking couch. Moreno, I’d filled her fertile young body with probably the biggest load of cum of my life. There was a moment of uncertainty then, as I shut off the mower and headed inside to grab a beer. Inside, I yanked the bikini bottoms out of my pocket and stared at them, still warm from her body; still streaked with our joining.





Jesus Christ, she was the best thing I’d ever felt. In my years in the Navy, in my years with football, in my years of women before Lenore, I’d never felt anything close to how perfect she felt stretched like a glove around me.





And right then, I shoved the rest of that bullshit aside. She was a drug, and I was fucking addicted.





Chelsea was home for another ten days of her school break, and suddenly, I knew just how I wanted to fill them.





Well, at least what I wanted to fill during them.





Chapter 11:

Chelsea





I know now that there’s only one day ever in your life when you wake up with that feeling you have the first day after you lose your virginity. I don’t mean to make it sound sappy or overly poetic or anything like that, but there’s a certain just new way you see things that first morning.





I suppose part of that new feeling was that I’d lost mine the previous day to Mr. Harding from next door, and that we’d come together just as my parents had arrived home! Of course, the naughtiness of it all wasn't just that he was more than twice my age, or that he was my dad’s best friend, or even that he'd taken me for the very first time right there on my parent's couch. No, what gave the whole thing an even more forbidden edge to it all was the fact that Mr. Harding had come right inside of me. In fact, I'd actually begged him to! Entering my tight, virgin slit for the first time unprotected was one thing, but feeling his hot, potent seed fill me up had been one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced in my life!





I'd always had a crush on the hunky older guy next door; I mean, who wouldn't? Mr. Harding was devastatingly good looking, was funny and kind, and where my dad had I guess sort of let himself go in the years since he and Jake played football together at school, Mr. Harding had certainly not. I couldn't remember the number of times I'd shyly watched him from my bedroom window when I was younger, gazing at his muscled torso as he'd mowed the lawn shirtless in the Florida heat.