“Sounds like you got something up the wrong pipe there honey,” my dad said, chuckling.
“Down, dear; it’s down the wrong pipe” my mother smiled and rolled her eyes.
Holy, cow.
*****
After dinner, and after I’d covertly slipped back off of Mr. Harding’s lap and discretely brought my napkin down to stop the sticky cum from leaking out of my slit, we got up to head back over to our house. I excused myself shyly to use their bathroom before we did, and it was there that I finally got a chance to catch my breath and let the post-orgasmic glow just bloom through my face. What I’d just done was insane! I could’t believe how risky what we’d just done had been, and that wasn’t even counting the risk of Mr. Harding filling me up unprotected again with his hot cum!
I splashed water on my face, grinning and feeling my whole body buzz as I tried to process that utter craziness I’d just instigated as I dried my face and opened the door.
“You’re playing with fire here, Chelsea.”
I gasped as I walked out of the bathroom right into Mr. Harding’s chest. His look was serious, but I could see that wild hunger in his eyes as well.
“I- I know-“
“No, I don’t think you do.”
He looked at me with a dark, hungry look in his eye. For a moment, I thought suddenly that he might be angry with me for having pulled that ridiculous stunt. That maybe I’d taken things way too far by doing what I’d done so brazenly in front of his date and my family. But suddenly, I felt his hand slip up my thigh and trace across my bare, trembling slit.
I suddenly frowned. “So, is big-boobed Karen spending the night?”
I could see his eyes smirk at me as he flashed that heart-stopping, panty-melting smile at me before he leaned close and brought his lips to my ear. “I would’ve thought I’d made it perfectly clear to you by now how much I like Chelsea-sized tits.”
“Maybe,” I said with a teasing pout.
“No, Chelsea, she’s certainly not.”
I flashed my eyes at him, grinning and feeling my cheeks flush as I met that darkly handsome look on his face.
“I have to see you again.”
I nodded, feeling the heavy pounding of my heart in my chest, my pulse racing in my ears. “Ok,” I breathed out, staring up into his piercing eyes.
“Tomorrow, after your parents are at work and when Dennis goes to baseball. I could, uh, use some help cleaning things up in the garage.”
I nodded thickly, feeling the tingle buzz radiate out from my body from where his fingers were sliding over my pussy. “I’ll be there.”
He grinned. “Good, now get.” His hand dropped from my cunt and he gave me a playful swat across my butt.
I turned on my heel to head back to the front door when I suddenly stopped and turned back to him.
“Oh, Mr. Harding?” I winked and blew him a quick kiss. “My panties are probably still underneath your dining room table if you want them.”
And with that, I sauntered off, wondering what tomorrow would bring. More than that thought, I wondered what the future would bring now that my neighbor had filled me up twice with his potent seed. And I knew then without a doubt that before I left to go back to school, I was going to get filled many more times.
Chapter 13:
Jake
She left two days later.
Of course, I managed to fuck her once more in my garage that next day. I’d had her spread out on the hood of the ’67 Mustang I’ve been rebuilding for years; her legs up in the air and wide, her panties hanging off one knee, and her head thrown back in pleasure as I drove my cock into her again and again and again. I’d had her squealing and writing under me, moaning my name as her pussy squeezed me like a damn velvet vice.
A perfect, barely legal, totally off-limits vice.
My balls slapped against her ass on every thrust, her tight little pussy stretched obscenely around my big cock as she just leaked honey out around me. Fuck me, it was like every high school fantasy I’d always wanted to act out. And now here I was nearly forty with a nineteen year old sex kitten spread out on the hood of my muscle car with my cock balls deep in her.