I let her try

“I think I’ll let you do it,” I tell Scarlett, lying on my back next to her. “Ride my cock like a good girl.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans. She gets up and straddles me, then reaches down to line up my prick. She lowers herself onto my knob, takes me a little way in, and stops with another moan. “Fuck that’s a tight fit,” she breathes. “So good—stretching that tight teenage pussy so good . . .” Rather than dropping further, she starts swiveling and flexing her hips, fucking my cockhead.

“Ooooooh, that’s good,” I moan. “You’re so fucking tight . . . Dance on my pole, baby girl—fuck that big cock with your sweet young pussy.”

“Yeah—yeah—yeah—” Scarlett pants. “I love your big, thick fuckpole, Mr. Harrison—making me feel like a whole new woman—like a real woman . . . I want to feel you in every inch of my hungry little kitty . . .” She starts working me up and down, now, taking me a bit deeper every time.

“One thing,” I say, and Scarlett looks a question at me. I grab her by the tits and pull her forward; she squeaks in surprise and puts her hands out to catch herself. “I want full access to your sexy titties.”

“Fuck yeah,” she hisses. I squeeze her generous orbs and roll them against my palms, enjoying the sight, then feed one into my mouth. I kiss all around the areola, tasting her satiny skin, taking mouthfuls of her soft, firm titflesh, and savoring the feeling of her heavy curves against my face. I enjoy one for a while, then switch and give the other one the same treatment. “So good,” Scarlett moans. “Your big thick cock is splitting me open . . . plowing open that teeny little pussy . . . Your mouth feels so good on my boobs—I need more—more . . . Suck my nipples, Mr. Harrison, please, suck my nipples . . . Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, I love your cock . . . need your cock . . . need more . . . now . . . now!”

As Scarlett has been talking, her movements have been growing more and more urgent. On the first “now,” she raises herself up until little more than my knob is inside her; on the second, she slams herself down hard, taking my whole length in one convulsive movement. As her hips come to rest on mine, I feel my glans socket into her fornix. Her eyes go wide and she screams as her body explodes in orgasm. She writhes and coils above me like a flame in a breeze; her hotbox goes into paroxysms around my prick, pulsing hard.

“So deep, so deep,” Scarlett moans, “never felt anything so deep . . . Your cock was made for this pussy—you fill it so completely, fill it so full . . .” She starts moving, not up and down but sliding back and forth, flexing and rolling her hips. “Fuck that sexy cock,” she groans, “fuck that big sexy mommy-maker . . . fuck that big hunk of man-meat . . . so good in my tight hungry kitty . . . Suck my nipples, Mr. Harrison—squeeze my big boobies, suck my nipples, please suck my nipples, they’re aching for you, I need your mouth . . .”

I give her what she wants, since it’s what I want, too: I suck one of her swollen pink nubs into my mouth, tasting it with my tongue and gently biting it. “Yeah—yeah—fuck yeah—” Scarlett pants. She starts swinging and rotating her hips, sashaying as she fucks me, working my prick in circles and figure-eights. I groan in pleasure at the sensation. “Just like that—just like that on my nipples—devour my boobs, Mr. Harrison—taste me—suckle my nipples—fill your mouth with my big soft boobies . . . You like my big boobies, don’t you, Mr. Harrison?” I reach into her quim with two fingers to capture her button, and she cums on my prick with a howl.

I don’t slow down, I fuck her harder. I switch nipples with my mouth, grabbing the abandoned one to pull and twist with pussy-wet fingers and dropping the other hand to diddle her clit. “Your big titties are fucking incredible, baby girl,” I rumble. “I love having them hanging in my face—I love feeling their weight while I fuck your hot young cunt. You’re so tight and hot and slick, my own little wet dream. You like that big cock plowing your sweet pussy, little minx?”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison—yes—yes—oh fucking yes—” Scarlett gasps, fucking me faster and wilder. “Fuck I love your cock . . . need your cock . . . need your big fucking real man cock in my tight teenage cunt . . . Take my teeny little cunt—own it—make it your cunt . . . Fuck me, Mr. Harrison—fuck me hard—fuck me right—fuck me like you used to fuck your wife . . .” My jaw drops in shock; I freeze. “No,” she groans in protest. “No, please, Mr. Harrison, don’t stop—play with my boobies, rub my button, please rub my little button, don’t stop, don’t stop don’tstop—I need you!”

“What would you know about that?” I ask roughly, before grabbing one sweet melon to pinch and roll its hard pink point and returning my lips to the other, sucking as much of her supple flesh into my mouth as I can. I slide three fingers into her lust-swollen twat, capturing her pearl and squeezing it lightly as I rub it.

Scarlett mewls and starts talking. “Lily—Lily told us,” she moans. “She said—oooooooh, yeah, Mr. Harrison, just like that, suckle me just like that, it goes right to my little pussy, mmmmmmm, so good—she said—said—she always knew when you were having sex—your wife—rub my button harder, Mr. Harrison, please, that’s so fucking good—your fingers are perfect, so fucking good—your wife moaned so loud, she could hear her halfway across the house.” If I were rational at the moment, this would probably horrify me, but right now, it just turns me on.

Scarlett is caught up in the moment, both talking and riding me faster and faster the longer she goes. “She said—she didn’t get her sex ed from school—she got it from—oooooooh, fuuuuuuuck, suck my nipples—suck my big boobies—more, more, more—pinch my clit, squeeze my little button—fuck yeah—got it from listening to her mom scream.” Images of Rowan fuse for a moment with the reality of this nubile vixen impaled on my cock—Rowan’s tits in my face; Rowan’s voice screaming in orgasmic pleasure—somehow all it does is drive my lust even higher.

“She said—she wanted a man who would fuck her like that. We all decided—aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—more—more—decided we wanted—ohhh, fuck! do that, more, just like that—we wanted the man who did fuck like that.” Her voice rising, Scarlett gasps triumphantly, “And I got you!”

“You naughty little slut, lusting for your best friend’s father,” I growl. I thrust up into her tunnel, taking over the fucking; she mewls in pleasure.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison, I’m a naughty little slut, such a naughty little slut for Lily’s daddy,” Scarlett moans. “Punish me with your big fuckstick—show me what happens to naughty sluts like me . . . Fuck me into submission—take that hungry little teen cunt with your big hunk of man-meat—make it yours—make it cum all over your big, thick cock . . . take me—claim me—own me with your big fucking cock—fucking own that slutty little cunt—make me your own little teen slut, Mr. Harrison—make me your fucktoy, your sex ****, your personal slut, your cockwhore, your cumdump, just—keep—fucking—that—pussy . . .”

“You like that cock, then, little vixen?” I ask roughly, putting all the power of my hips into driving my shaft up into her hot, tight box again and again and again, as hard and fast as I can. “Is it everything you hoped for? Do you like being fucked by the cock that made Rowan scream? Do you like being filled up and pounded by the dick that made her a mommy? The cock that fathered your best friend is owning your sweet young cunt. Does that make you hot, little minx?”

“So hot—so hot—so hot—I fucking love it, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans. “I’m such a naughty little slut—I want Rowan’s cock—I want Lily’s daddy’s cock—I want it so bad—need it so bad—I’m so fucking hungry for it—give it to me, Mr. Harrison—give it to me hard . . . Take me—take me for your own—make me yours—make this your pussy—make it my cock . . . Own my body—taste my hot teen body—taste me—make me a little fucking slut for my best friend’s daddy— Suck my nipples—squeeze my boobs—stuff my pussy with your big man-meat . . . Take me—fuck me—harder—harder—take that slutty little cunt with your big fuckstick—pound it—fuck it hard, make it cum all over your cock . . . Ohhh, fuck make me cum hard, Mr. Harrison, make me cum so fucking hard on your big mommy-maker—made Rowan a mommy—fill me up, fill that teeny little pussy with your hot baby batter—hot Lily batter—fill me, fill me so fucking full and make me cum . . .”

I feast on Scarlett’s tits, suckling and pulling and licking and nibbling and filling my mouth with her sweet, supple titflesh. I pound her pussy from below, and she fucks back against me, moving with me in rhythm. “I’m so close, Mr. Harrison, so close, so fucking close—don’t, don’t, don’t don’t don’t don’t stop, just don’t fucking stop . . .”

“I’m close too, little vixen,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna cum hard and deep in that sweet young pussy and fill you to the brim with my spunk.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison, yes—yes—” Scarlett moans jubilantly. “Give me your cum—I want it all—I need it—fill me up—fill me with your seed—”

“Cumming!” I roar, driving my cock home as my climax crashes through me like a rockslide, sending great gouts of cum deep into Scarlett’s molten core. I hear a jubilant hiss as my cream splashes the walls of her hotbox—a hiss which quickly rises to a teakettle shriek as the sensation triggers her own orgasm. She grinds on me, driving my hips down to the bed and continuing to press down as though somehow she could **** more of me into her tight, wet heat. Her cunt goes into paroxysms of ecstasy around my prick, seemingly trying to wring out every last drop of cum.

Finally, Scarlett collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, and she snakes her arms under my back. We hold each other and kiss, slowly and luxuriously, as my prick gradually shrinks out of her sex. “Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck, that was intense, Mr. Harrison. Best. Sex. Ever. Lily was so fucking right . . .”

Before I can respond to that, I’m interrupted by an unexpected sound.