“Right here.” He grunted suddenly, fingers leaving my waist to undo his belt. I was almost shocked at his abruptness, but the new idea of being so damn naughty in a place my mother and father used almost every day almost made me cum right that second. He undid his top button and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his hairy legs and letting them pool at his ankles. He was wearing his ‘man-in-his-late-40s’ jocks, not loose fitting boxers, those tight underwear that showed me just how turned on he really was.
He let out a groan at the freedom and lack of agonising pressure, my pussy beginning to drip at the sound. I could see the outline of his cock press against the navy blue stretch of his underwear, and his thumbs hooked the elastic and suddenly pulled them down.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked down at his generous cock. It was big, and red and the head was leaking a lot of precum (I had learnt all about the penis it in Sex Ed and was now glad that it paid off). I reached out to touch him, my girl hands dwarfed by the width of his hips and the curve of his cock, but he took my wrist and discarded it – taking my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. “If you touch me I’ll explode.” He told me roughly, slipping two fingers into my entrance to steal some of the wet. “This probably ain’t gonna last long, I’m sorry darling.” He told me, catching my eye. “I ain’t the lad I used to be, ya know.”
“It’s okay.” I told him, mesmerised by the way he smeared my cum across his length, his fingers returning for another coat.
“I got the snip years ago.” He then said, taking a step closer and rubbing the swollen head of his dick against my clit. The way he jiggled my chubby mons with his cockhead made me shudder, and I looked back up at him guilelessly. I hadn’t even thought about the whole semen/egg thing. “So don’t worry, we’re just gonna have a bit’a fun.”
He slapped his dick against my clit for good measure and by now I was shaking, my fingers wound into his chest hair and my toes twitching nervously. Guy was going to fuck me – he was going to fuck me on my kitchen counter and he was the same age as my dad. I hadn’t even finished high school and I had just had the best orgasms of my entire life and I was going to get fucked on my kitchen bench by my dad’s best friend’s beautiful cock. He was looking down at me; eyes half-lidded and bottom lip hidden behind his top teeth as he pressed the tip of his dick against my cunt.
A roll of pleasure took me and I shuddered against him – his strong arms wrapping beneath the backs of my knees and pushing me back. I was wide open for him, spread in the night air against the sounds of the Australian wildlife – crickets and geckos chirping in the background as he pushed me against the breadbox with my pussy spread open for his ginormous cock. He tucked my ankles onto his shoulders and he rubbed my dripping slit with his throbbing head.
He sunk into me gently, only managing to get the head in as he let out a loud groan. He didn’t come but he had to regain himself, bracing a palm on the counter as he took a breath. “You’re so fucking wet, girlie.” He breathed into me, bending me further in half to claim a sloppy kiss. I was losing my mind and he wasn’t even inside of me yet. He let a breath hiss between his breath and he found himself, pushing in a little further.
I looked down at the sight and my pussy clenched around him, and he gave me another sexy moan as I realised that he wasn’t even halfway in yet. I felt fuller than I had ever felt – more than a hairbrush handle and much, much more than my puny fingers.
His dick was going so deep inside of me – I felt like I was going to crack in half. He had placed his hands on my shoulders and I arched my back – his hips using me as a brace to further his goal. I thought I was going to pass out by the time he bottomed-out in my pussy – his hairy thighs pressing against the taunt skin of my ass. We settled for a bit, breathing heavily with each other while we tried to realise the intensity of the situation.
Then he drew back out slowly and I swear I could feel each and every bit of his dick move in me, his head pushing at my entrance again – and then he slammed into me with such intensity that I almost lost my mind! I let out a shriek, and a moan, and my hands scrabbled up to grip his biceps. He pulled out again, and without any problems, smashed into my pussy once more. “Your pussy feels so good, sweetheart.” He grunted at me, annihilating me with each slap of his balls against my ass.
He began to fuck the living shit out of me, drawing back out to give me the slightest ache of emptiness, only to ram back into my cunt with such disregard for my safety. My head was hitting the tiled wall behind me softly, but I didn’t care – the moans escaping me were pitching as he drew in and out, in and out, faster each time but stopping randomly to pull out and groan.
He must have been holding it off for me, and I knew he didn’t want to come yet. Every time he left my cunt aching for his cock, he would bend down and give me a wet kiss – grinding the hot head of his dick against my clit. I was dripping all over the place, and I was beginning to slip around; wanting to stop and adjust but not wanting to be without him inside of me for one second.
My g-spot was throbbing with each jab of his curved cock, slashing my tender insides with every thrust he sunk into me. I must have been calling his name by that point, because every so often he would reach down and pinch a nipple, whispering ‘You like that, you naughty little girl? You like my cock in you?’
I slipped a little, and I barely noticed it, but it threw off his thrusting rhythm immensely. So, without any problems, he lifted me up onto him – gravity pushing me down deeply onto his throbbing dick – hissing at our closeness. My nipples were dragging through his chest hair, and he bobbed me a little, and I couldn’t help but retaliate by wrapping my legs around his hips and grinding as hard as I could. He was so deep inside me; I thought I was going to bust.
Pushing me against the pantry door, he braced me with his hands under my thighs and continued his assault on my cunt. With my clit brushed by his rough pubes, paired with the intense eye contact and the incredible fucking he was giving me, I was really close to coming. I couldn’t feel the pain of his roughness anymore, just a bloom of good feelings starting to root into my tummy. Guy was destroying me against our pantry, every thrust making the door’s hinges squeak and groan, and my ankles could barely link around his waist – but I was going to cum. I was going to cum all over his thick, old-man cock and I was going to cum HARD.
“I think I’m gonna—” I breathed at him, my mouth refusing to close after my words to leave itself hanging open, leaving me to look like a brain-dead bunny succumbed to his will. He stared at me, the passion behind his eyes almost branding me as his own, and even though it didn’t seem possible at all, he fucked me harder. So much harder that I thought we would alert the neighbours.
“You’re gonna come for me, sweetheart? You gonna come all over my cock, baby?” He grunted at me between clenched teeth. “Pretty little girl loves my dick up in her sweet cunt, huh?”
I came so hard that it ran down his legs – and a few seconds after me, he came as well – his stubbly mouth on my own to stem the loud wail that was bursting from my mouth. He groaned into me and I drank all of him, squeezing him closer with my trembling legs as he pushed so hard against me that I felt I was going to die. My arms wrapped around the back of his neck and I shoved my tongue in his mouth – his teeth nipping me lightly before he met it with his own, the warmth of his mouth on mine adding nicely to the soft jerks of his hips.
I’d never had anyone cum inside me before, and the sensation was odd. The hot jizz was warmer than expected, filling up my womb and warming up my insides. My pussy continued to throb around his cock, even as it started to wilt, and I refused to let him go. His head fell against my shoulder and we both let out a strangled breath – and I was suddenly aware of all that was around us. My nipples were still so sensitive against his chest hair and the muscles in my legs were twitching around his wide hips.
“I think I’m dead.” I told him and he could barely muster a laugh.
“You’re not dead.”
“I’m dead. I died.” I leant in to kiss him when he pulled back to look at me. “Don’t put me down or I’ll die.”
He gave me a half-hearted kiss and turned around with me still attached, dumping me back on the counter. Pulling out of me with a soft squish, he braced his palms on the lip of the counter and leant in to give me a proper kiss. This time it was softer, sweeter, without the throb of unquenchable lust, and he cocked my head up to nibble on my neck. “You did good, girlie.” He said and I got goosebumps from his words.
He rubbed his dick against the slickness of my pussy, rolling his hips against me while I shuddered with post-orgasm jitters. “I did good?” I muttered and he grinned at me.
“You’re a good girl.” Guy told me as he ground into me, his eyelids fluttering from each sensation we gave each other.
He touched me for a while, running his hands up and down my sides and brushing his fingers against my boobs, rolling my nipples between his fingertips all while pushing against me. He got hard again after ten minutes or so – still slipping against my gushing cunt while treating me like a fragile princess – and somewhere along in that process he decided he would take me again.
Lifting me up like a doll, he carried me back to my bedroom through the darkened hallway of my childhood home – plopping me on my bed so he could crawl between my legs. Lining himself up with a familiar ease, he slipped back inside of me. It didn’t hurt this time, and he was slower – gentler with me as he thrust in my wet cunt. My pussy welcomed him warmly, tightening around him as my throat burst with sad sighs when he pulled back out again.
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