“UH! OH! UM! Oh, YEAH! UH UH UH!” Her hands pulled my head hard into her pelvis, making it hard to breathe, let alone continue using my hands on her. Finally she calmed down and I sat back up. I pulled her to a sitting position and started pulling her nightie off. Even in her post-orgasmic state she was able to raise her arms to help.
I sat back to take it all in, squinting to adjust for the dim light. Fantastic. I guessed she was probably 17 or 18 based on what I was seeing: nice-sized but pert boobies, a nice flat tummy, gorgeous legs, shapely butt and a wanton look on her beautiful young face that had Mr. Wiggly once again back to full 9″ size. She saw my physical reaction and gulped, eyes wide.
I grabbed her hips and started to turn her over. She quickly picked up on what I was trying to do and swung herself around, flipping onto her hands and knees. This way I would be able to concentrate on giving it to her hard without having to worry about the possibility of her seeing my face clearly in the moonlight. Damn she had a nice ass! Not bony…a nice roundness to it, but not fat…no, definitely prime flesh.
I briefly wondered if she might be a virgin as I guided my penis to her cunt. Given her wanton display, however, the chance was slim to none. I pushed myself in carefully, not wanting to hurt her even so.
“Oh, oh…” she moaned, her head dropping forward as she concentrated on the pleasurable intrusion in her most sacred of places. I was concentrating on my own pleasure as her hot, moist pussy walls slowly surrounded my member…exquisite!
After a bit I was about halfway in. While not a virgin, she was quite tight. “God, you’re so big”, she said. “The boys at school can’t even compare.” So she was still in school…she was at most 18 then. Hell, even if she was 13 I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself at this point! She was going to get a cunt full of manchowder and I didn’t care what the consequences were.
I pulled mostly out of her, then jammed back in. “AH!” she exclaimed loudly as I angled my prick to rub along her clit, then I did it again, eliciting more pleasurable sounds. Finally I pushed myself all the way into her, this time producing a loud “OH!”
I had pushed her face into the pillow with my thrusts. I took hold of her hips with my hands, gripping tightly. “Uhm!” Then I started the old in-and-out.
“Oh God! Oh!” My thrusts caused my prick to just come out of her pussy, then I rammed it back inside her until it bottomed out, sending vibrations throughout her pelvic region. She was groaning constantly. My hands went around to her stomach, kneading her stomach muscles, and then I moved up to her breasts, not quite large enough to dangle. I squeezed and manipulated her beautiful tits, swirling my fingers around the areolae and lightly pinching the nipples. Her pussy felt like it was on fire around my penetrating phallus.
Our coupling continued for several minutes. Several times she seemed to be getting close to orgasm and I slowed down, staving off her rising pleasure. Finally I reached forward and pulled on her shoulders. She got the idea and rose back up to her hands and knees, at which point I could sit back and pull her backwards into a kneeling position in my lap.
“OH! Oh Jesus! UH!” she gasped. The penetration was even greater than when she was on her hands and knees, and she paused, just letting the feeling settle within her. Then my arms circled around her midsection and lifted her just enough for her to get the idea. She started to bounce. She turned her head to me.
“I never knew this could feel so good”, she whispered. “I don’t know how I could ever go back to using condoms again. I can feel so much more without one.” Oh yeah, she had heard her mother saying that I, or more specifically my Dad, couldn’t impregnate her. Well, if she was expecting a harmless load of cum inside her then she was in for a surprise. If fact, I remembered reading somewhere that women who live in the same house can synchronize their fertility cycles due to their pheromones. If her Mom was ovulating then she most likely was too!
I grabbed her tits and bounced her harder in my lap, the thought of pregging the little blackmailing bitch spurring me on. You wanted this so badly, huh? Well, curiosity killed the cat, little girl, or in this case it’ll be the rabbit.
The tingling in my nuts started rising, the churning sperm getting ready to blast off and perform their time-honored duty. I nibbled her ear and started pinching her nipples harder, increasing the volume of her gasps. She was close too.
Finally I could take no more. “UHH! UNHHH!” I grunted as my testicles released their built-up early Mother’s Day present within her thirsty cunt. “OH!” she exulted, her head tilting up, her mouth hanging open. “Oh, Mr. Johnson!”
“Call me Hugh”, I growled throatily in her ear.
“Oh, Hugh! OH, OH, HUGH! I can feel you shooting in me!” Her head swiveled around, her mouth questing for mine. Our moans were muffled by the passionate kiss. Her pussy convulsed around my cock as she exploded in orgasm, her womb excitedly sucking up my semen as fast as I could spurt it into her. I could feel the entrance to her womb surrounding the head of my penis. In our last few thrusts we had fit together so well that I could not have been more completely inside her. The thought of my sperm going directly into her womb and straight to her awaiting ovum spurred me on, eliciting a rare multiple orgasm from my loins. Our simultaneous spasms continued, as did the spurting of my dangerous and potent seed within her.
Finally we collapsed forward, my penis still embedded in her depths. I was spent. If this girl had a sister hiding in the bathroom then she would just have to go home disappointed and unimpregnated, no matter what she threatened to do.
I rolled off of her with a wet sound, making sure to keep my face in shadow. She sighed, then rolled onto her back. She looked down at her crotch with excited curiosity. “Ooh, it’s so *squishy*! It’s running out of me!” She quickly pulled her knees up to her chest, pointing her pelvis upward. I smiled to myself. I had given her a lot of genetic material to work with, and she had just put herself into the best position to get pregnant. I would have a wet spot to contend with from however much of my cum that had spilled out of her but I didn’t care. Sleep was pulling me in fast.
She noticed my sluggishness. “Sleep well, Mr…. Hugh.” she giggled. She bounced off the bed and grabbed up her clothes, unused to walking around while trying to keep liquid love from running out of her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Within moments she was gone.
Not if I see you first, twit, I thought. What a pair those women were. I wondered if their kids would be born on the same day. Then I lost consciousness.
At 7am I was out the back door and gone. I had made sure that everything was as it had been when I arrived, except for the food I had eaten. Hopefully my Dad wouldn’t notice that. I rushed out of town and later that day e-mailed my father, saying that I was on the far side of the country. Unless my Dad knew how to read e-mail headers (and he didn’t) he would believe it.
Three months later I received an interesting e-mail from my Dad. He was going to be moving far away, and soon — something about problems with the neighbors. Hmm, wonder what that could be?
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