Cum in my pussy, daddy (1)

CONTENT: Family, sex, deep throat sucking, thick cum, hand job, cum in pussy.

CHAPTER 1

Jessica couldn’t get enough of her boyfriend’s cock. Ever since her eighteenth birthday when he took her virginity, she’s wanted to fuck him everywhere imaginable.

From the backseat of her boyfriend’s shiny new car, to the cold, damp wood of the park bench up the street from her house, there was nothing that could satisfy her appetite for thick, hard cock.

Jessica had a body designed for sex. She was only a young girl, but she held the curves of the most voluptuous woman you’ve ever seen.

Today, Jessica’s DD tits were squeezed into an undersized bra, forcing an abundance of cleavage to pop out of her tiny hot pink t-shirt. She wore straight leg jeans that hugged her curvy hips and outlined her plump little ass.She was quite simply; made to fuck.

“Suck my tits!” Jessica moaned into her boyfriend Porter’s ear. “Come on, Porter. Suck harder!”

Porter eagerly licked Jessica’s large round nipple, her pink areola forcing its way into his hungry mouth.

“Mmm, baby,” Porter sputtered, his face flushed in blistering heat. He couldn’t get enough of Jessica.

“That feels so good,” Jessica moaned.

Jessica sat firmly on her boyfriend’s lap, her chest pushed tightly up against his face. Porter reached around her petite body and grabbed her ass in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he pulled her even closer.

Jessica squealed as Porter slid his tongue over her perky, round nipples. They were so incredibly hard that they stung at his tongue. Porter grinded his hips steadily, pushing his swollen bulge against Jessica’s ass. Tired of her unbuttoned shirt in his way, he reached up and peeled it off her shoulders, throwing it in a heap on the sofa.

“Fuck my mouth,” Jessica breathed, licking Porter’s ear with her soft, pink tongue. “I want your cock in my throat.” Porter groaned, and gently pushed Jessica from his lap onto the sofa. He stood up and pulled his jeans off, throwing them to the ground.

His glistening cock stood at full attention, and Jessica licked her lips, eager to feel all 9 inches in her tight little cunt. “Ohh yeah,” she moaned, purring like a cat about to pounce on her prey. “Bring that fat cock over here so I can suck it.”

Porter walked over to Jessica who slid to the soft carpet floor. She squatted on her knees, and reached out to gently squeeze her boyfriend’s dick in her tiny hands. “It’s so big,” she whispered, as her lips made their way to the head of his thick shaft. She licked the tip before running her tongue up and down the full length of his cock. Her shoulders pumped up and down as she struggled to breath.

“Don’t choke on my cock,” Porter moaned, enjoying the sight of his teenage girlfriend struggling to deep throat his dick. Jessica pulled his cock out of her mouth, and sucked in hard, filling her lungs with air. She slid her mouth back over his shaft, pushing in – deeper, and deeper until his cock rammed the back of her slippery throat.

“Oh yeah,” Porter groaned. “Suck my cock, baby.”

Jessica kept her mouth wrapped tightly around Porter’s shaft, pulling her head up and down as her pigtails bobbed alon with her steady rhythm. She kept her hand squeezing the base of his dick, as she moved her fingers from his shaft to his balls and back up again.

She continued slurping and sputtering on his heavy cock, as he forcefully rammed it into her mouth.

Porter wrapped his hands in Jessica’s hair, controlling her movements, his fists gripping each pigtail. He pushed down on the back of her head, forcing his young girlfriend to suck his cock even harder.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” Porter huffed, his muscular, young body growing tense as he drew closer to orgasm.

Jessica had no intention of making her boyfriend cum so soon. She still wanted him to fuck her, and as she continued sucking and deep throating his cock, she felt her pussy get hot and wet. “Fuck me,” Jessica moaned, begging her boyfriend to satisfy her.

She tugged on his shaft, her fingers gripped firmly on his dick that was slick with her saliva.

Porter looked down at his little girlfriend who was still on her knees before him. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and they glistened as he pushed her mouth down on his dick again.

Jessica gagged as Porter’s thick cock forced its way into her throat. She couldn’t pull away in time. His hand wrapped tightly around her ponytail, as he forced her tiny mouth to deep throat his throbbing cock.

It was too late. She felt the sweet taste of his cum flooding her mouth, and filling her cheeks. She struggled to swallow it while gasping for air. Porter kept his firm grip on her head, refusing to let her mouth move from his dick.

“Ughh. Oh, God!” Porter moaned, pushing his hips up and down, as he crammed his cock into Jessica’s pretty pink mouth “Swallow my cum!”

“Mmm!” Jessica breathed, trying to fill her lungs with air. Porter still refused to let go of her head, as the last drops of his cum made their way into Jessica’s mouth.

Satisfied, Porter finally let go of Jessica’s head and she angrily pulled her mouth away from his cock.

“What the hell?” Jessica’s eyes glared up at her boyfriend who nuzzled into the sofa, still glowing in the aftershock of his orgasm.

“What?” he asked, as if he didn’t understand her anger. “What’s your problem?”

Jessica climbed up to her feet and grabbed her t-shirt from the sofa. She pulled the shirt over her head, forcing the thick material to cover her big, round tits.

“Nice, Porter,” she growled. “Real nice.”

“I didn’t think you had a problem with swallowing,” Porter replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t have a problem with swallowing!” Jessica replied bitterly. “But you really need to learn how to please a girl because you really have no clue.”

Porter’s face flushed with anger.

“Satisfy a girl? I know how to satisfy a girl, believe me,” He nearly spit the words out at her. “Just ask Shelley.”

Jessica spun around to face her boyfriend, her hands clenched in fists of rage.

“Shelley? You fucked Shelley?”

Porter stood up from the sofa and walked towards the foyer, as Jessica followed on his heels.

“Answer me!”

Porter ignored her. He tied his sneakers up and grabbed his coat from the rack by the door.

“You son of a bitch! Why would you fuck my best friend?” Porter turned to face his girlfriend, a sly grin forming on his lips.

“Hey, she came on to me,” he replied, shrugging as if he had no choice but to bang her best friend.

Porter stepped out onto the walkway just in time, as Jessica slammed the door behind him.

“I hate you!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her heart beat furiously in her chest, and she felt herself slinking down to the coolness of the floor.

“Son of a bitch,” she screamed, in between sobs. It wasn’t that she was all that serious about Porter. After all, they had only been dating for a few months, but to fuck her best friend? She was going to make him pay for hurting her. One way or another.

She grabbed a handful of Kleenex from a box on the kitchen counter, and headed for the phone. She was going to give Shelley a piece of her mind. As she plucked the receiver from its cradle on the wall, she heard the sound of a car pulling into

her driveway. “You better be sorry,” she growled, anticipating Porter on her front doorstep. Of course he was sorry for what he did. She couldn’t wait to see the look of sadness on his face.

She walked to the front door, opening it before the doorbell even rang. “Hey! How are you doing?”

It was Allan, Porter’s step father.

Jessica looked down at her feet, desperately trying to hide the tearstains on her cheeks. She scrunched the ball of Kleenex in her hand.

“I’m fine,” she replied barely looking up at Allan.

“I just came by to tell Porter that I have to leave on business for the weekend. Is he here? I didn’t see his car outside but he left a note saying he was coming by.”

“We broke up,” Jessica replied. “He left a few minutes ago. I don’t know where he went but he won’t be coming back here.” Allan’s mouth opened, forming a silent “Oh”. He awkwardly fumbled with the zipper on his jacket

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” he replied.

Jessica nodded, finally looking up at Allan. He was good looking for a man in his early forties. His hair was chestnut brown, and he had the deepest blue eyes that Jessica had ever seen.

“Okay, well I better get going. I’m really sorry, Jessica. Maybe you two can work it out.” Jessica shook her head, her eyes filling with anger as she thought about Porter and Shelley together. “No chance,” she replied, her voice choking in sobs.

Allan frowned, feeling sorry for the young girl. Unsure of what to say, he reached out, offering comfort.

Jessica melted into his arms, as he wrapped his hands around her, patting her softly on the back. “Young love is never easy,” he whispered, running his fingers up to Jessica’s hair. He cupped the back of her head in the

palms of his hands and looked down at her, his gaze locking on her beautiful face.

“Trust me,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t have any trouble finding a new boyfriend.

Jessica looked up at Allan, her eyes red from crying and her cheeks burning with the salt from her tears.

Without thought, she lifted her hands to his shoulders and reached up on her tippy-toes, pushing her mouth softly against his lips.

Her tongue slid into his mouth, and he gasped as the young girl pushed her tender body tightly against his broad chest. “Jessica,” he muttered, his voice suddenly filled with seething lust. “Jessica, this isn’t appropriate.”

Jessica ignored him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She forced her mouth against his; tugging gently on his lips wit the brim of her shiny, white teeth.

She felt her pussy get wet and hot as the older man passionately struggled to follow his conscious as the young girl continued to force herself on him.

Now silent, Allan allowed the girl to explore his mouth with her own, as his arms went limp and hung to his sides. He didn’t know what to do, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t turn away from her. It was like she had him under her spell.

She pulled him through the foyer and up the stairs, leading him along like a puppy dog, panting for some attention from his owner. Allan’s eyes darted around, frantic to get a grip on what was happening, but he continued along, allowing the little nympho to lead the way, until he found himself standing just inside the doorway of her freshly painted bedroom.

A splatter of pink flooded the four walls, and her giant Queen sized bed was placed next to the partially opened window. It looked like the bedroom of any All American teenage girl, and he felt his cock throbbing as the little vixen pulled him over to the middle of the room.

“Let me touch it,” she whispered, slipping her hands down to his waist. Her fingertips brushed over his thick leather belt, clasping the buckle on the front. Grinning up at her bedroom captive, she moved her hands further down, until her fingertips pushed down on the hard spot in his pants.

She twisted her fingers, covering his entire crotch with the palm of her hand. “Oh, God,” Allan groaned, his mind begging for her to stop – yet his body was anxious for her to continue. He hadn’t ha sex in months, since he separated from his wife.