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  It felt like it just kept coming, as his big dick just kept throbbing and pulsing so deep within me as squirt after squirt of his seed rocketed out and filled my young cunt to the brim. At one point, I actually grabbed my napkin off the table and brought it to my face; coughing into it to cover the uncontrollable urge to cry out as well as my scrunched up climax face.

  “Oh, honey, you got something stuffing you up?” Karen smiled at me, and I just about came again as I felt Jake’s cock twitch one last time inside of me.

  “Sounds like you got something up the wrong pipe there honey,” my dad said, chuckling.

  “Down, dear; it’s down the wrong pipe” my mother smiled and rolled her eyes.

  Holy, cow.

  *****

  After dinner, and after I’d covertly slipped back off of Mr. Harding’s lap and discretely brought my napkin down to stop the sticky cum from leaking out of my slit, we got up to head back over to our house. I excused myself shyly to use their bathroom before we did, and it was there that I finally got a chance to catch my breath and let the post-orgasmic glow just bloom through my face. What I’d just done was insane! I could’t believe how risky what we’d just done had been, and that wasn’t even counting the risk of Mr. Harding filling me up unprotected again with his hot cum!

  I splashed water on my face, grinning and feeling my whole body buzz as I tried to process that utter craziness I’d just instigated as I dried my face and opened the door.

  “You’re playing with fire here, Chelsea.”

  I gasped as I walked out of the bathroom right into Mr. Harding’s chest. His look was serious, but I could see that wild hunger in his eyes as well.

  “I- I know-“

  “No, I don’t think you do.”

  He looked at me with a dark, hungry look in his eye. For a moment, I thought suddenly that he might be angry with me for having pulled that ridiculous stunt. That maybe I’d taken things way too far by doing what I’d done so brazenly in front of his date and my family. But suddenly, I felt his hand slip up my thigh and trace across my bare, trembling slit.

  I suddenly frowned. “So, is big-boobed Karen spending the night?”

  I could see his eyes smirk at me as he flashed that heart-stopping, panty-melting smile at me before he leaned close and brought his lips to my ear. “I would’ve thought I’d made it perfectly clear to you by now how much I like Chelsea-sized tits.”

  “Maybe,” I said with a teasing pout.

  “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.

  Chapter 14

  Chelsea

  "Ok, something's up with you."

  I looked up from my book in my hands as I sat curled up on my dorm room bed to see my roommate Lucy raising a knowing eyebrow at me. “What do you mean?

  Lucy sighed dramatically. “I mean, I've shared a room with you for five months now, and I've never seen you this...glowy before."

  Her eyes suddenly widened as a big grin spread across her face. “Oh I know what it is! Oh my God, did prudish little Chelsea actually find a guy?"

  Lucy was my best friend and roommate, but I still didn't know how I could possibly tell her about my hot affair from the winter break. How would that conversation possibly start?

  'Well, Lucy, you see I spent my winter break losing my virginity to my much older next door neighbor, who also happens to be my dad's best friend. Oh, and I let him shoot his thick load right inside of me without any protection - three times, actually. Oh and did I mention, he has a REALLY big cock?’

  Yeah, I still had to think that one through.

  Instead, I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks flush pink. “Oh c’mon! Prudish? You make it sound like I'm a schoolmarm from the prairie or something!" I tossed a pillow at my friend, knowing she was just giving me a hard time.

  "Chelsea; five months, and you haven't hooked up with a single guy here at school. Unless, of course, you're being very discreet about it."

  I stuck my tongue out at her. "Well, maybe it is a guy."

  Lucy grinned and excitedly ran over and jumped onto the bed next to me. “Sooooo....dish! C’mon, tell me about him! What class is he in?"

  What class is he in; 'uh, well Lucy, he actually graduated around the same time as my DAD, by which I mean he literally graduated college with my father.'

  Right, like I could say all that to Lucy, even if she was my best friend.

  I'd barely gotten a chance to talk to Jake before coming back up to school after the break. We'd managed one very hot kiss behind his garage one night while I was supposed to be taking the garbage out, and I'd gotten more than a few hugs that lingered just on the cusp of being inappropriately long when others were around. But beyond that, I'd gone back to school wondering how I was possible going to manage to go all the way until spring break without him.

  "It’s- It's complicated. He's, uh, he's a little bit older."

  Lucy arched an eyebrow at me curiously. “How much older?"

  I didn't say anything, but I knew my burning cheeks gave it away.

  "Woah! Look at Chelsea with the older guy!" Lucy playfully poked me in the arm as she teased me. "Well, little miss secrets, I need to run to class, but we are not done dishing on this new development!"

  *****

  Later that night, when I knew Lucy was gone for her late shift at the campus health center desk, I let more than my mind wander to Jake Harding. There were complications, of course, to all of this. But for the time being, I pushed all those pesky thoughts of my being so much younger and the whole thing being so wrong out of my head as I crawled under my covers and let my mind and my fingers wander.

  I thought of my last wickedly naughty meet-up with Jake, when he'd dragged me giggling behind his garage and pressed me up against the wall there. I'd moaned as he kissed me hard, feeling his tongue slip past my lips and wrestle with my own as his thick bulge pressed into me.

  We'd barely gotten to his hand sliding up under my t-shirt, his fingers slipping over an aching nipple, before my mom had called out for me from the back door.

  I'd just wanted one more time with him before I went back to school; just one more time to feel his thick cock throbbing bare inside of my up-until-recently virgin slit. I wanted to look into his eyes as I came like a firework exploding, stretched and filled so perfectly on his big dick. And most of all, I wanted to feel him come; wanted to feel his thick load of potent seed splash up inside of my fertile young pussy and fill me to the brim.

  I had my panties down around my ankles and my fingers buried deep into my slick, tight channel then; groaning as I fucked myself while fingers from my other hand slowly drew circles around my buzzing little clit.

  I wanted Jake to take me every which way; wanted to feel his hard, muscled body pick me up or hold me down as he used my little pussy for his pleasure, and mine. Our three brief encounters had only given me a taste, and now that I'd had him a little bit, I wanted it all.

  I came like that, my fingers playing with my clenching, dripping slit beneath the covers of my dorm room bed as I imagined myself coming for Jake as he filled me with his cum.

  Chapter 15

  Chelsea

  "Hey honey!" I smiled, hearing my mom's voice on the phone. Man, barely two weeks back at school and I was already somewhat homesick. Ok, so I was missing home and making love with Mr. Harding, but I pushed that out of my mind as I chatted up my mom.

  "So honey, we're going to come up and visit this weekend!"

  Wait; what?

  "Mom?"

  "Yeah honey! We've been meaning to get up to Boston with Dennis to look at colleges anyways, so we figured we'd do it now and squeeze in some visiting time while we're at it! How does that sound?"

  I fumbled, thrown off for minute, before catching myself and shaking my head. “Oh, um, yeah! Sounds great!"

  Actually, a little taste of home did sound good just then, even if wasn't going to involve some naughty time with my hunky, older neighbor.

  "Oh, and Chelsea, I almost forgot! Jake Harding apparently has some business up that way as well next weekend, so he’ll be in town too! You get the whole neighborhood for a visit!"

  Instantly, I felt my whole body clench up, feeling a surge of giddy, girly excitement bubbling up inside of me.

  Oh my GOD; JAKE was coming here!? For real?!

  I pushed the fact that Lenore was coming too out of my head and focused on Jake instead. Besides, so what if she was coming? I had after all, sunk my tight little slit down on Mr. Harding’s big cock right at the dinner table in front of my family and his wife back home, and we’d actually gotten away with it!

  I felt a quick pang of guilt then as I thought about it. Ok, I knew it what we were doing was so wrong. I knew it was wrong, but that didn’t mean I could help it. I couldn’t simply deny how hot Jake made me, or how I felt around him. I knew perfectly well how it would look to an outsider - the innocent, young girl getting caught up in her schoolgirl crush on the older man who should know better. But without hesitation, I knew it was more than that, for both of us. After all, I’d known Mr. Harding for my entire life, from even before I’d developed a big crush on him, and I knew he was a bigger, better man than that.

  I wasn’t going to go off the deep end and go off thinking he was in love with me or anything just because I’d let him take my virginity. But I did know without a doubt that it was much more than just naughty, fun sex; for both of us.

  I barely remember getting off the phone with my mom I was so excited to see Jake; come what may. Even if I couldn’t see him in the way I really wanted to, the weekend still couldn’t come fast enough!

  Chapter 16

  Jake

  Seeing Chelsea again was like taking a breath of fresh air after being underground, or stretching after sitting on a cramped airplane or something. I’d been sitting there in the restaurant near the hotel her family was staying at making small talk with Mike and trying not to feel like an utter piece of shit for the smiling at him while thinking horrible dirty things about his daughter. But that all went away as soon as she stepped into the place and as soon as I saw her whole face light up.