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He knocked and opened the door. I knew he would be shocked and aroused. I knew he couldn't resist me. He closed the door and slowly walked to me. I continued to look away, smiling on the inside, waiting for his touch. When his fingers traced my arms, from my shoulders to my wrists, my body melted. My pussy trembled, dampness ensued. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close against his crotch. He was stiff and ready for my sweet young secret place. He grinded his groin into my back and I laughed, reminding him he was a one hundred miles away from the right spot.
He told me to have patience and I broke away from him, turning and facing him. He was so handsome, so distinguished and had tender, experienced eyes. I looked over his strong muscular chest, ran my hands along his brawny arms, and lifted up on my toes to embrace him with a kiss. The bulge in his pants was apparent and he smiled at me with a pleading grin. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, making sure to press my palm into him as much as possible. I was driving him mad.
Sitting down on the edge of my bed, with my long smooth legs spread wide open, he stood before me. His magnificent cock sprang forth from his boxers and I grinned. I had done this many times before. He loved stuffing his manly meat into my little wet mouth almost as much as I loved the feeling of it sliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. I liked to tease his balls with my left hand, jerk him with my right and suck him deep down to his base. He liked to push my head down, probably thinking that I wouldn't deep throat him if he didn't. I don't mind, I like it rough. I like to be made to suck big, fat cocks like all good girls should.
His cock grew harder and harder, his pre-cum danced about in the back of my throat, but he wasn't ready just yet. He pulled out of my wet mouth with an audible 'plop'. I looked up at him with a pout and he demanded me to scoot back and lay in the center of my bed. I loved laying there like that for him, completely exposed and sexy. I felt so grown up and desired. His eyes traveled the entire length of my body, blushing a little, but more so, I was soaking my thong.
Without saying a word to me, he removed his pants and boxers completely and stripped out of his shirt. Standing naked and covered in manly hair, in the middle of my pink frilly room. I felt my cunny contract as his massive erection pointed in my direction. I knew what he wanted. He knew I wanted it too. Climbing on the bed he surprised me by not going directly for my little hungry snatch. He flung his leg over my chest and began to 69 me. Shoving his big, long cock down my throat, covering my nose with his balls he almost choked me! He sucked on my clit and lapped up my sweet nectar. He was getting my pussy ready for bigger, better things. We had done a lot of things but we had never done this before. Perhaps he just wanted to taste my sweet, tender vagina as he shoved his cock down my hot, wet throat. Whatever the case, it was oh so hot. Next he inserted a few fingers into my slippery cunt, and forced his cock deeper into my mouth. I could hardly breathe. I pushed his balls up away from my nose and tickled him there. His cock hardening at the touch of my small, soft finger tips, I could feel the drops of pre-cum dripping out. He was really turning me on; tasting his sperm always got me off very quickly.
After he was satisfied with my moaning and squirming around underneath him, he lifted himself off of me and told me to get ready to be fucked. I continued to lie on my back, but placed my heel clad feet upon his broad shoulders. My pussy glistened with my juice and his saliva. I smiled up at him as he kneeled on the bed, wasting very little time stuffing me with his rock-hard dick. He felt so good sliding deep into my bare pussy. He liked it that way, and I did whatever he wanted because I wanted to satisfy his every need. As he pumped me slowly, I licked his tangy pre-cum from my lips. I loved tasting him while he fucked me. He watched himself pump in and out of me, each time sliding out with just a bit more cum coating it.
I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream too loudly but that didn't help because I was born to fuck loud. I screamed his name out and his eyes got wide. He tried to hush me up, like he always did, but I knew no one would hear us. Even if my parents heard us they would just think I was masturbating or something and would leave me alone. At least I hoped they would. He continued to pump me with a vengeance. I knew he wouldn't last too much longer under these conditions, so I demanded that when he started to cum, to only shoot about half of it deep inside my pussy and then to pull out. I wanted him to shoot the remaining sperm anywhere he wanted, ending with me sucking and licking his cock clean. I loved to taste our combined juices straight from his large cock. I felt his dick get rock solid and his pumping slowed to his special speed, I knew he was about to unload deep inside so I squeezed my pussy tight, milking his cock. He started to shoot and I felt two spurts of hot, creamy cum hit me deep and then he pulled out.
His cum had begun shooting out all over my pussy, my belly, and my small breasts. I sat up and allowed his last few strings of pearly cum to hit my face and my lips. Then I grabbed his long shaft and milked the rest of it out onto my tongue. He watched me closely as I sucked and licked our love off of his cock head. He didn't allow me to do that very long since he was very sensitive. He also wanted to limit his time in my bedroom, so not to get caught. He dressed and left me lying on my soft, frilly bed covered in his cum.
Perhaps, by now, you're wondering who this mystery man was. It had all started the summer I turned 18, before my senior year of high school. My parents built the house we live in about seventeen years ago and have become very close friends with the neighbors on our street. Our neighbors to the left, Mike and Nancy, are about ten years older than my parents and never had any children of their own. They watched me and my little brother often, acting more as second parents than every day neighbors. Our neighbors to the right, Rob and Karen, are about the same age as my parents and have three girls. The oldest, Tiffany, is my age and also my best friend. She has two younger sisters about three years apart. Tiffany and I have been inseparable since we were toddlers. We do everything together, from shopping to sharing secrets. We spend a lot of time at each other's houses. We spend our days trying on clothes, swimming in her pool, or studying. Her parents are pretty wealthy, about the same as my own except both my father and mother are lawyers and her parents own some sort of pool business. Rob and Karen are way more laid back than my parents. They have their hopes set on me attending Harvard and her parents just want her to be happy. Tiffany is very pretty and gets good grades but sometimes her attitude gets her into trouble. She is totally opposite from me. I like to be quiet and keep to myself. I have dirty little secrets too, but I don't flaunt them around like she does. Guess it's just how I was raised.
Despite our parent's differences, they had become very close. Barbeques never happened without each other, Christenings, basketball games etc. We were one big happy family. Rob was a volunteer basketball coach at our school, and since I played, I saw him more often than I saw my own dad. Tiffany wasn't into extracurricular activities, unless they involved making out with boys, so often her dad would give me rides home after practice. Tiffany would be giving her own rides, if you know what I mean. She started exploring with sex at a very young age and was very sexually active by this point. I was shy; still a virgin even though I had had opportunities, the boys just seemed too immature for me. They would grope me in the movies, in the locker room or in the janitor's closet but I never stayed interested in them long enough to go all the way. One sunny afternoon, after stepping right out of the girls showers, Rob was there in the locker room waiting for me. His back towards me so I could have privacy, but I thought it was sort of weird. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.
"Mr. Burke," I stammered.
"Jennifer, are you dressed?" he asked.
"Yeah, I put a towel on. What are you doing in here?"
"I was wondering if you had made a choice on which position you wanted to take on next year so I thought I'd just wait here for you so I wouldn't forget to ask."
I knew he needed to, but this was still weird. Why didn't he just wait to ask me while we were in his SUV?
"Oh, I think I would like to play a forward or wing position."
"Good choice Jennifer."
This is where he was supposed to leave but he just sat there on the bench staring at me. I felt uncomfortable but he was "family" right? I starred back at him, wanting to ask him to leave but couldn't find the words. I sat down on the bench across from him, making sure to cross my legs, as I was still naked underneath that tiny white towel. The towel fell open a little, exposing my knee but I wasn't bothered, I wore skirts and shorts all the time so what was the harm?
