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.
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As I went about my day - my first day not as a virgin - I kept grinning privately to myself about what had happened the day before. I walked through the living room more times that I could count, blushing just looking at the couch where Mr. Harding had finally given in to the heat I knew we both felt and kissed me back when I'd pressed my lips to his. I felt a tingle in between my legs, thinking about how he'd roared as he came, his thick cum squirting into my fertile young body and filling me to the brim just as my parents had pulled back in to our driveway.
I dwelled on that for another second as I stood daydreaming in the living room. Part of
my whole fantasy with Jake was him filling me up unprotected, just like I'd watched him do to his ex-wife all those months before in his backyard. I hadn't really thought further than the pure fantasy the day before after I'd had Mr. Harding come inside of me, but suddenly the reality of that hit me, sending an erotic little shiver through my body; could I actually be pregnant right now? I mean I wasn’t on any sort of pill or anything, and plenty of people got pregnant their first time.
I bit my lip, feeling the sexy heat of the thought tremble inside of me; holy cow, what if I really was pregnant now? I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel my belly get bigger, knowing secretly that it was the forbidden man next door’s!
The thought of it was so hot that I almost wanted to run up to my room, lock the door, and relieve the burning ache in my pussy, except right then is when my mom happened to drive in to the driveway and holler for help with the groceries.
Damn it.
I hadn't stepped more than four feet out the backdoor though, when a sweating, shirtless, and jaw-droppingly hot Mr. Harding came jogging up his own driveway from the street, panting from his run. I could see him freeze as he saw me, his whole body going stiff while his eyes darted quickly to my mother. But her back was turned, and I blushed as his eyes came back to rest on me and quickly went a shade darker with a flash of hunger in them as he winked at me.
"Oh, Jake! Hot out there for a run isn't it!" My mother smiled and waved at Mr. Harding, who seemed to wrestle with the idea before he walked over to our driveway.
"Hi Sarah;” he turned to me, his eyes looking nervous and yet excited at the same time. “Uh, hello, Chelsea."
I could tell he was probably freaking out just a little bit. After all, here he was talking to the nineteen year old girl who's virginity he'd taken just the day, and standing right there was her mother.