“Oh God, Mr. Harding, are you gonna fuck me right here in the bathroom bent over the toilet like this?” She was teasing me, using that cutesy little voice of hers to get my blood fucking boiling. And it was damn well working.
It was pretty raunchy and dirty to fuck her like his in the damn men’s room. Given my choice, I’d lay her out on the softest bed in the world with obscene thread counts and her fuck her like a Goddamn queen. But, I fucking needed her right then. I needed to feel that tight young pussy clench around me, and I needed to fill her with every drop of cum I’d had boiling in my balls since she’d left.
"Just fuck me, please Mr. Harding!" She turned and whimpered at me, biting her lip as she watched me slowly pump my cock and move in behind her.
"Oh yeeeessss..." She moaned out as my fat knob pushed between her slippery lips and began to ease into her tight slit. Fuck I'd missed this.
"Fuck my little pussy, Mr. Harding! I want to feel you come up inside me again! I want to go back to the dinner table and to my parents with your cum leaking out of me!"
I grunted like a damn animal behind her, and she groaned and gasped as I suddenly rocked my hips forward and wedged every thick inch of my cock into her tight cunt.
There was no time for slow and steady here, or finding a rhythm. We both knew we were pushing it to the absolute limit this time, and I know we were both so hot for each other that we just wanted it hard and fast; animalistically and rough.
Her knuckles were white as she clawed at the wall behind the toilet, bent over with her jeans and panties around her knees getting fucked hard and deep like a slut. Like my slut. My big hands held her firmly by her slender little waist as I fucked her, my fingers digging into her skin as I sawed my dick in and out of her tight slit.
"God, Chelsea, I missed you; I missed this."
She moaned and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she turned to watch me fuck her, pushing back onto my thrusts.
As before, I let myself imagine the consequences of fucking her bareback like this, with no protection. I was willing to be she still wasn't on the pill, and seeing as how I’d had the full fertility exam after the whole debacle with Lenore, I knew for a medical fact that I wasn’t firing blanks. But that was that little extra, beyond the fact that he was so young, and my buddy’s daughter, hat 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 min. 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 ok 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 tacks 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."