As if in response to my words, her whole body starts shaking and her movements become more and more jerky and sporadic. That’s my signal. I grab hold of her hips and piston my hips up, fucking into her from below until she’s practically screaming. She clutches the sides of the chair, holding on for dear life as I drill up into that sweetness like a deranged man. Then a loud scream erupts from her throat while her pussy cream thickens before erupting into spasms around my cock.
“Brody! Oh my God, yes, Brody!” she shrieks as her sweet walls clamp down, the tremors massaging my shaft. I fuck her hard right through her orgasm, making sure that each and every one of my thrusts are deep, the force of them jolting to the back of her throat. But she’s young and tight, and the spasms are too much. I grab onto one big breast while grunting, coming hard inside of her as she gasps.
“B-Brody!” she moans. “Oh yes, give it to me. I want it!”
My face is twisted in a vicious snarl now.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck shit FUCK!”
Gallons of hot seed spurt into my pretty girl even as she continues to writhe and moan in my lap. There’s so much fluid that it literally begins seeping out between our bodies, and unable to resist, I swipe a finger through the wetness before reaching up to insert my finger into Cleo’s mouth. The sexy brunette sucks hungrily, enjoying the taste of our mixed fluids.
“You like it, don’t you?” I rasp, my blue eyes glinting as the last of my seed spurts into her firm young body. “Now, you’ll have my come inside you for the whole day,” I add, trying to catch my breath.
But Cleo merely sucks on my finger harder before reaching down to coat her own fingers in the white fluid. But instead of sucking on the digits, she instead reaches around and flips her skirt up before painting her back door with the smear of ejaculate.
“Yes Daddy, this way I’ll have you in my pussyandmy ass,” she giggles. “That’s exactly how I want it.”
I’m dumbstruck by how dirty this girl is, and my rod goes rock-hard inside her once again. Oh fuck. Is this really happening? But it is, and Cleo smirks while rocking her hips in my figure eight on my lap
“I think we can fit you inside me again,” she purrs. “Maybe in my backdoor this time? It’s all lubed up and ready to go now.”
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. We’ll be fired if anyone catches Santa with his shaft buried tight in an elf’s big bubble butt, but then again, do I really care? I let out a low growl and pull Cleo in for another heated kiss because this is going to be the best photo shoot that the town of Coleman has ever seen.
3
CLEO
Two weeks later.
I giggle to myself, feeling giddy as I drag my large suitcase down the long hallway of my Coleman U dorm. I don’t want to return to school, especially not after the last two weeks with Brody, but a girl’s got to get an education right?
Yet, my skin tingles where Brody’s fingertips once stroked, and I clamp my thighs together at the delicious memories. After all, after Brody and I had sex at the mall, we started having sexall the time.
We both swore that it was only going to be a one-time thing. That moment at Valley Fair was a slip-up and nothing but a chink in our armor, but that notion went by the wayside because you can’t experience a connection that powerfuland then forget about it.
Besides, the interlude at the mall was incredible, but it was rushed. Yes, we did back-end right after we finished the first session, and Brody sprayed my big bottom with his seed. But we didn’t have enough time to truly explore each other’s bodies, so as soon as the front door swung shut that evening, we were in each other’s arms once again. This time, without the fear that we would be discovered.
And that’s that. All pretensions of me sleeping on the couch evaporated, and I moved into Brody’s bedroom immediately. We made love morning, noon, and night, only getting up to eat, and it was amazing. Of course, I was sore afterwards, but it’s the best kind of ache between the legs that there is.
Yet, our connection is wrong because my lover used to be married to my mom. Sure, it was a long time ago, but still, they were legally man and wife, no matter how you view the issue. Yet being with the handsome man feelssogood, and I have to think that part of the reason why is because of just how taboo our connection is. Knowing that our relationship is forbidden only makes things ten times hotter, as wretched as that sounds.
I sigh before coming to a halt in front of my door. I can already hear my suitemates giggling loudly from inside, and dread fills my stomach. Being back at school kind of sucks because I’d rather be ensconced in Brody’s arms at the moment as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Hell, I’d rather be sitting at his kitchen table, laughing while we eat dinner, or even better, trapped beneath him in his bed while he drills into me from behind, claiming me as his. Instead, I’m stuck here in this dreary dorm with its mass produced furniture and drab beige walls. What a let down.
I open the door with another resigned sigh, dragging my heavy suitcase in behind me.
“Omg, hey, Cleo!” my suitemate Katrina sings as soon as the door opens. She’s a pretty girl with dark hair and perfect make-up, as well as a tight body clad in a soft purple matching crop top and skirt. Come to think of it, Katrina looks a bit like Maddy Perez fromEuphoria, without the underlying vulnerability of course.
“Great to see you,” her best friend Morgan chimes in. “Wetotallymissed you during Christmas break!”
If Katrina is Maddy, then Morgan is Maddy’s best friend Cassie with the same blonde hair and big blue eyes. Just like on the show, she’s also clad in a matching baby blue crop top and short skirt. Where do these girls shop? Shein?
Unfortunately for me, these two girls are my suitemates, although how the housing office paired us together, I have no idea because we have nothing in common. First, they’re sorority girls with all the accoutrements including long, swishy straight hair; clear skin; and barely-there outfits. I think both of them also have eating disorders, but I can’t say for sure. It’s just that sometimes I hear retching sounds from our shared bathroom, and then one of them will appear, wiping her lips. Just saying.
But anyways, Katrina and Morgan are super popular on campus, and both cheer for Coleman U too. To be honest, I haven’t met a single guy that doesn’t drool over them or a girl that doesn’t want to be them.Yet.
“Hey,” I say with a fake smile. “How are you guys? How were your vacations?”
Making a trail to my bedroom, I try not to compare myself to the two girls, but it’s hard because they’re so stereotypically perfect whereas I’m so stereotypicallyimperfect. With my curly brown hair, dull brown eyes, and plump body, I’m what you would call “potato-shaped.” My thighs rub together when I walk, my butt jiggles, and my breasts are so huge I wonder if I should be nicknamed “Dolly Parton Junior.” Hell, I’m lucky if they can even fit into a DD sized bra on occasion, and trust me, that’s not a good thing.