“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.
That image alone I knew was forever burned into my head, and I guess I’d done something right somewhere in life to get here.
It did occur to me at some point - the point where her hands were on her cute little tits, pinching her own nipples as she chanted “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” over and over again, that here we it was our third time fucking, and we still weren’t using a condom. But honestly, I could even care at that point. And when I came, with her erupting right along with me, all
I could imagine was my cum splashing right against her young, fertile walls. I imagined my cum spraying against her cervix, and I knew that if we continued like this and kept doing this without a condom - or hell, at least pulling out - that there was only one possible outcome.
Except the thought of this girl’s belly swollen with my belly only fueled me on, and suddenly I’d just started fucking her again, even having just came. She went wild then, as my big cock slid wetly in and out of her, her juices and my cum leaking out around us and trickling down her ass as I grabbed her ankles and fucked her for everything I was worth. She came screaming again, and when I felt that tight, barely used, practically still-virgin pussy just milked me for every damn drop, I let go all over again.
And then the next day, I was waving as she drove off with her parents again, back to the airport and back to Boston.
Leaving me, of course, with a raging hard on, about five pairs of her panties, and a lifetime of fantasies.
I hit the gym hard those next few days, pounding out reps, building my body back after the potato chip and beer fest of being newly divorced. I watched porn, it bored me. I jerked off with Chelsea’s tiny little thong panties, and came roaring her name.
Sarah and Mike tried to fix me up with Karen a few more times, but I just kept giving excuse after excuse. “Im not ready”, or “it’s too soon.” Except they were bullshit excuses, and eventually, that was going to bite me in the ass. Even Mike gave me strange looks, knowing how I was back in Navy with a different girl every night. Me, turning down guaranteed pussy with Karen as a newly single man? I could tell he thought something was strange, but I doubt he had any idea that “strange” was me popping his daughter’s cherry and pumping my cum deep inside her pussy.
But it wasn’t like Chelsea and I were anything, right? I mean I took the girl’s virginity for Christ’s sake, but that didn’t mean we were dating right? Did the younger generation even feel like that anymore these days? Was I antiquated in thinking that meant something beyond “hooking up” or whatever shit kids were calling it these days? And I meant that in terms of her, not me. Me? I was twisted up about hat girl. I couldn’t even look at another woman without just getting pissed that they weren’t her.
And her? I had to shake my head. She was probably moving on. She as probably already out trying out new boys after I’d popped that cherry. She’d had her fantasy, she’d gotten the “first time” out of the way, and now she was off having fun like a girl her age should be doing.
The thought had me furious.
The very idea of some frat fuck-wad getting to touch her, or kiss her, or slip his cock inside that heavenly pussy had me absolutely livid, and I roared in my basement as I slammed the free weights in my hands back down.
I took a breath and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the thought of Chelsea with anyone else in the world but me.
Fuck this, I had to do something or I was going go fucking insane.