I could hear Mike chuckling at the sink as he finished drying his hands. “A boy? Hah! C’mon Jake, I doubt she's there yet. My Chelsea's a real little angel, you know."
I groaned loudly, my voice catching in my throat as my cock throbbed inside of her tight, velvety pussy. “Oh, yeah, a real angel, Mike!" I thrust his hips up, and she stuck her hand into her mouth and bit it to keep from crying out.
"Alright buddy, well I'll see you back out there soon. Hey and thanks again for coming tonight, I know it meant a lot to Chelsea."
As soon as the door shut behind him, I groaned out loud and just started to fuck my cock up into her with deep, powerful strokes. Just feeling her tight slit grip me like that as she started to whimper and shake and go tense in my arms as I pounded her little pussy got my blood roaring to a boil.
And then she came, like a Goddamn firecracker. She moaned loudly into her hands, her tight slit clenching impossibly tighter around my thick girth before I felt her honey drip down my balls. The climax tore through her as she went to pieces on my lap, moaning and shaking and bouncing on my cock as she came again and again and again.
"Oh fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme Mr. Harding! Fill my pussy! Fill me with your cum! I want your cum so bad Mr. Harding!”
I choked out a gasp as my hips suddenly rocked up into her tight slit, and with a grunt, my cock erupted inside of her. I roars as I just started to pump what felt like a gallon of cum deep into her pussy. She shook and moaned through her own orgasm as I dumped every drop of my thick load inside of her bare, fertile young slit, knowing my cum was splashing right against the opening to her comp.
We collapsed like that, her still with her panties and jeans around her knees with my thick erection throbbing and twitching out the last of my huge load inside of her.
"Fuck, honey, we-"
"We gotta get back to the table, I know."
I really did not want her to get off my lap - not then, and not ever - but I knew we were way past pushing it right now.
With a gasp, she stood, before instantly reaching down and yanking her panties up her long slender legs and pulling them tight against her pussy. I could already see the front of her panties soaking through with my cum leaking out of her, and I growled just thinking about how dirty that was as I pulled my own trousers up.
Chelsea whirled around, giving me a quick, passionate kiss on the mouth before she opened the stall door and scurried to the door.
"You go first, and I'll give it a few more minutes."
She stopped at the door, turning back to me and grinning at me as I buckled my pants back up. "Oh, Mr. Harding?" She winked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight; it really did mean a lot to me." She giggled as I gave me a 'watch it' look, before she poked her head out the door and then scampered to the ladies room.
*****
I hung out in the bathroom for another few minutes, leaning over the sinks try to catch my breath while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The lines in my face were a lot more noticeable than they’d been when I’d been her age, that’s for damn sure. I had a few streaks of silver starting to show at my temples, and there was just something strange about really looking at yourself and seeing an older version of, well, you.
What the hell did that girl see in me?
It’d have been easy to write the whole thing off as some girl with issues just looking for a “daddy figure” to fill a hole in her life - innuendo not intended. But I knew Mike, and the guy was an awesome father. So, it’s not like Chelsea was some sort of damaged individual who needed an emotional bandaid of sorts, and for some reason, that made this whole thing even more real.
Because that meant she was really into me, and not just the idea of me. And that thought both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.
Okay, sure, on a purely physical, primal level, this girl was fucking amazing. She was this young, eager little sex-kitten ready and willing to learn anything and everything I could teach her. She wanted to learn it all, and she wanted me to teach it to her, and the base caveman part of me roared at that chance. There was the primal side of me that wanted to dominate and claim this girl as mine. I wanted to spend every Goddamn waking hour spreading those creamy thighs and burying my cock in that innocent little pussy over and over again. I wanted to fill her with every single drop of my sticky cum again and again, until it trickled down her leg.
Until it made her belly swell with life.
I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants a the idea of my sinfully tempting younger lover carrying my child; our child. I pictured her belly swelling up, her cheeks flushing pink, and her breasts growing tender, and I knew the whole fucking world would know she was mine then. The whole damn world would know that little angel belonged to me, and that I’d claimed her and laid my seed.
Okay, a little caveman, I’ll admit, but that’s just what Chelsea did to me.
And yeah, we still weren’t using protection. Knocking her up was a hot thought, but it was also a seriously possible outcome of us playing this little game of chance every damn time
Of course, Chelsea getting pregnant by me could also mean me getting shot by her dad, and rightfully, really. I mean fuck, what sort of guy went around deflowering his buddy’s college-girl daughter? I tried to imagine what I’d do if it was Mike and a daughter of mine, but I couldn’t picture it because every thought trail ended in an image of me balls-deep in Chelsea’s perfect little pussy.
Yeah, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
Chapter 17:
Chelsea
"Everything ok, honey? We were worried about you." My mom gave me a concerned look as I sat back at the table. Jake's face was flushed, and he smirked at me briefly before turning back to his dinner place.