I teach her something new

If this little vixen wants to be fucked like Rowan, I should introduce her to one of Rowan’s favorite positions. I get up on my knees between Scarlett’s legs and lift her ass onto my thighs, then put her legs over my shoulders. Reflexively, she pushes with her legs and arms to help support herself, but shoots me an inquiring glance. I line up my cockhead with her fuckhole and pull her hips toward me. I shift us just a little, lean forward a little, and pull hard, impaling her on my shaft in one swift movement. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,” she moans, startled and lustful.

I hold Scarlett’s thighs and fuck her hard and fast, hearing the bed creak and watching her big tits jiggle and flop around. I start off leaning forward because that was easiest for penetration, but once I’ve established a rhythm I lean back until I can feel my cock rubbing hard on the front wall of her channel. My knob is probing her anterior fornix with every thrust, socketing into her cul-de-sac and stretching it to fit. This position is unmatched (in my experience, anyway) for combining deep penetration with G-spot stimulation. That’s why Rowan wanted it so often.

Scarlett is obviously enjoying it—her face is flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded and half rolled back. “Fuck, Mr. Harrison,” she moans, “this is so crazy—fucking—good . . . So good to finally have a real man to fuck me—an experienced man—who knows how to please a woman—who really knows how to fuck . . . I’m addicted to your cock, Mr. Harrison—I’m addicted to your fucking . . . You’ve ruined me for all those little boys . . . This is so—fucking—good . . . What your big man-meat is doing to me—what it’s doing in my teeny little pussy—fuck, cock has never felt this good before . . . Fucking me so fucking deep—fucking every little inch of my tight, wet cunt—stretching me out, filling me so crazy fucking full—and rubbing my sweet spot so hard, so good . . . Pound my hungry little slut cunt, Mr. Harrison—pound that cunt hard—take it—own it—fucking own that slutty little cunt—take me with that big mommy-maker—just don’t stop fucking me—don’t stop fucking me deep and fast and hard . . .”

The noises from the bed grow louder as I pound Scarlett’s box like a triphammer. Her noises grow louder, too, expressing her pleasure at the fucking I’m giving her, but I want to do more to stimulate her. I consider trying to hook a hand around and rub her clit, but I’m afraid of losing the rhythm. I decide to ask her to do it because lifting her arms off the bed is less likely to disrupt things (though it still could). “Play with yourself, baby girl,” I urge her. “Let me see you touch yourself.”

Scarlett’s eyes flash. “That’s so hot, Mr. Harrison,” she breathes. “You want to watch me touch myself like a naughty little slut?” I moan and do my best to fuck her harder. She arches her back a little more and lifts her hands from the bed. One captures a tit, fingers sliding over her soft curves as she pinches the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulls and twists it and rolls it around against her thumb. The other moves into her gaping snatch, spread wide by my big piston, to rub her clit slowly in a circular motion. She looks into my eyes and slowly licks her lips. I watch her, mesmerized, as I pummel her cunt with my battering-ram cock.

“You like watching your naughty little teenage slut play with herself, Mr. Harrison?” Scarlett asks in a sultry voice. “You like seeing me caress my big boobs and pinch my nipples? You like staring at me while I rub my hot little button?” She pauses for effect, then speaks again in a lower voice. “You know what I think about when I touch myself, Mr. Harrison? I think about you. I imagine you fucking me—feeling your man-meat stretching my teeny-tiny little pussy and fucking me deeper than any other man ever has—feeling your fingers on my button, and your mouth on my hard pink nipples—seeing you looking at my sexy body with lust in your eyes—hearing you tell me my hot, tight teenage cunt is going to make you cum . . .”

“You’re so fucking sexy, little minx, it’s unbelievable,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with lust. “Your hot, tight teenage cunt is going to make me cum, alright—hard and deep.”

“Cum for me, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett purrs. “Blow your hot fucking load in me—fill my hungry little pussy with your cream . . . fill my little honeypot . . . fill me up, cum in me and make me cum . . . You’re driving me so fucking wild . . .”

Abruptly, Scarlett throws her head back and screams like a hunting eagle as her orgasm crashes down on her like a ton of bricks. Her creampot squeezes my prick hard, which triggers my own explosion; I sheath my cock to the root in her tight, wet heat and throw back my head with a roar. I hose down her pussy with my cum, sending her scream even higher.

We stay in that position for a long moment after our joint climaxes have faded, just gazing into each other’s eyes. When my prick has fully receded from Scarlett’s tunnel, I slide out from under her hips and lie down next to her. I end up on my back with Scarlett half-draped over me; her hand rests on my deflated prick, while I stroke her hair. “That was insanely good, Mr. Harrison,” she murmurs. “You had me so fucking high—I never imagined anything could be that intense, or that pleasurable.”

“Stick with me, kid—we’ll go places,” I respond in a bad fake New York accent. She giggles, then is suddenly serious.

“May I?”