Don't Call it a Comeback

Harvey couldn't help but chuckle after he finished wincing. I hope I don't get a black eye. That might be hard to explain. He thought after taking a bouncing breast in the eye. Still, it wasn't anything new to the playboy. Hell, it came with the game.

And those pair of tits swinging wildly would've once been described as bombs or these days as weapons of mass destruction. Firm with the ripeness of teenaged flesh, the DD-cups packed quite a wallop.

Yet if anyone could handle pendulous punches of power such as these, it was Harvey Diamond.

With a self-assured swagger, Harvey dipped his head into the danger zone while cupping one of the bouncing boobzookas. Capturing a succulent mound, he brought it up to his mouth and feasted. Latching on like a starving infant, he suckled at the teat as if there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any milk in supply. So Harvey began to nibble instead of on the taut nipples. The increasingly harder and harder biting sent the owner of the glorious globes into a further frenzy. Her hips slammed down harder and harder as the pressure of the nipple-biting increased.

Undecipherable filth flowed out of Harvey's lover at breakneck speed even as his hand reached up to stop any injuries from her flopping neck. Despite appearing out of control, his young lover managed to ride him expertly, knowing just how to maximize her own pleasure. Harvey wondered if she'd had enough experience to move on autopilot or if it'd been passed down in her genes.

That last thought led to a self-satisfied smirk on the well-publicized playboy's lips. Life earlier tonight hadn't quite worked out with Cordelia Tissle. But Harvey Diamond's luck always landed him on his feet. Or, in this case, the tight pussy of a beautiful, busty brunette.

"Soooo...biiiig," the brown-haired teen moaned lewdly.

"Too big for you?" Harvey teased, thinking back to their earlier conversation.

"Fu...ck...ahhh...yo...ooooohhhh!"

Harvey imagined that his young lover had been about to time him to fuck off. Instead, she threw her head back, fucking him with a little more urgency. As she sped up and pressed her clit down harder against his pelvic bone, Harvey noticed a look of incredulity on her face.

It intrigued Harvey enough that when Cordelia's daughter, Cheyenne, howled as her first orgasm of the night hit, he looked up into the air above the hot tub. He, too, ended up staring at the surreal sight of the teenager's peach bra dangling off the slowly turning fan blade.

As Cheyenne's screams of pleasure died down, they became replaced by Harvey's belly-busting laughter.

A Short Time Earlier

"My, my, doesn't this look suggestive if anyone walked in here," Cheyenne commented.

"How so?"

"Here, we are sitting in a hot tub late at night with only our underwear on. People would talk."

"Not really," Harvey replied, knowing that he wasn't truthful. Nosy Nectar lived for scenarios like this. Maybe I shouldn't have accepted her offer to join her. But damn, Cheyenne looked so scrumptious in the water with her pretty peach bra and panty set. "Your mother might not be a close friend, but I do consider her an old childhood friend. We've shared hot tubs out here growing up with it being completely innocent."

"Yeah, I've heard how uninnocent you are," Cheyenne remarked suggestively as she stared at his bare chest.

"Oh, you've heard stories, have you?" Harvey countered with a thin smile.

"Sure, there's a lot of gossip or urban legends around town about Harvey Diamond, sex fiend. Countless conquests of hot women, a harem living at your mansion and lake house. How you hire the hottest pieces of ass to seduce, sex parties, even one that burned down the old cabin, and of course, the one that I'm very interested in: your magical cock."

"Magical cock?" Harvey repeated, laughing. "C'mon, you know those stories are mostly bullshit, right?"

"Oh, I know that. But I also know there's at least some truth behind them," Cheyenne noted, her eyes blatantly traveling down his shirtless chest to his groin underwater. "See, I also overhear the stories my parents and their friends share about you. Unlike the gossip rumors, I hear the actual names of the women you seduce and conquer. Names that show how naughty you are, and names that impress me."

Harvey watched as Cordelia's daughter shifted from teasing him with smart-alec talk to now basically eye-fucking him. Unconsciously, his eyes examined the teenager's body in a similar way to her action. His gaze found itself continually focusing on her peach bra that strained to hold in her impressive bust; Harvey felt a stirring in his groin. Now, don't get any ideas. She's one of the kids. She's only eighteen. Still, goddamn, the girl's got a body. A body built for fucking.

"I've always known this day would come, it's just the how and when that I couldn't be sure of, but I've imagined a whole lot of possibilities."

"And what did you know would happen?" Harvey asked although he had a strong idea of what she meant.

Moving away from the hot tub wall, Cheyenne pushed herself through the water and into the older man's personal space. She trailed a single finger down from his upper chest to the top of his waist at the water's edge. Diving her hand underwater, she spread her fingers out, running her palm down the front of his underwear, feeling his growing bulge. Her purr cut off as Harvey clasped her wrist, pulling her hand away.

"You're not very subtle, are you?"

"What is the point in being subtle? Dropping hints is a waste of time if the person you want misses the signs. I don't believe in wasting my time. You and me; we're going to fuck. It's as simple as that," Cheyenne stated without a doubt.

"No, we're not. You might have heard stories about me, but I can guarantee you those tales never mentioned a certain code I live by. I never go after my friends' wives or girlfriends and their children. And considering that I'd like to think that I renewed my friendship with your mother tonight, it's best if you go find someone your age to have fun with," Harvey suggested sternly. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Cordelia's daughter about the way they renewed their friendship.

"That's an interesting code. I guess I can respect that, but you seem to be in a dilemma worse than mine. See, most of the younger guys are off-limits to me. RJ and Vance are my cousins, and I'm not into the whole hills of Tennessee inbreeding shit. Austin's dating Lacey, and I like Lacey. She's a sweet girl. Finn seems like he'd be a considerate lover. Not to mention that he bagged Lana for a whole year, but my cousin claimed him. Newt's not my type as an obvious virgin. I did try and teach him how to dance, but your daughter freaked out. She got real possessive of him. Maybe she's got a secret thing for him."

"Whitney? Because you danced with Newt? Newt, the nerdy kid? You sure you don't mean Sean?"

"Oh, wow! Does Whitney have a thing for Tarver? My, my, my," Cheyenne clucked her tongue as her brain kicked into high gear. "Maybe I should keep an on Sean once school starts back up. He's got a married woman hanging all over him and might be on Whitney Diamond's picky radar."

"Now, that's not what I meant," Harvey attempted to clarify. He didn't push too hard to correct her taking of his comment for a fact. No, his brain worked over what she'd said about Sean and a married woman.

"Anyways, Tarver wasn't on my radar when I left the cabin. I was having fun with Jared before he up and vanished. I'm assuming he passed out because who's going to turn this down for a night of pleasure," Cheyenne confidently stated, running a finger down her chest and into her impressive cleavage.

"Well, that all sounds very soap opera-y, but I don't know why you think I'm in a worse dilemma," Harvey remarked, shaking his head at the teenage drama.

"Oh, you're way more screwed than me, not screwed at all. See, at least under certain circumstances, the last four guys I named could be options for me, but nearly everyone here is off-limits under your code. Call me silly, but I can't imagine that the legendary Harvey Diamond can go a whole week without a little hanky panky."

"Then I guess you're a silly girl. I'm perfectly fine with just enjoying the company of friends and family for the holidays. Even if I needed to have sex, which I don't, it's not that far of a drive back into town. So, why would I break my own rule for you?"

"Hmm, let me think. There's the fact that you're not really friends with my parents," Cheyenne pretended to be in deep thought as she toyed with her lacey bra strap. "Oh, I can think of one--no, make that two reasons. Do you like big tits, Harv?" the teenage vixen asked, sliding one strap off her shoulder.

"I love all tits; small, medium, or large. But loyalty and willpower trump lust."

"Smooth, very smooth. No wonder panties drop when you enter a room," smirked the busty brunette. She didn't need to look underwater to know that her panties were soaked in her desire for the well-traveled stud. "Still, I have a feeling my ample pair will be the ones that you give in for."

Amused by her confidence, Harvey crossed his arms and leaned back against the tub wall. Cheyenne might look like Cordelia at her age, but damn, the girl's even more prideful and confident. "Please, enlighten me to the reason why."

"That code of yours leaves many women you often see as off-limits, that creates a special type of forbidden fruit. I'm willing to bet that over the years, you've imagined taking a bite out of a few of those fruits. For example, I've bet you've lusted after your friends' daughters even if you haven't touched one yet. If you haven't imagined that with Lana, then I'd be shocked."

"I'm not blind in the face of beauty. Knowing and doing are entirely different."

"Maybe not, but you wish you could. Don't bother denying it. I've seen it for years in men," Cheyenne assumed confidently. She'd seen older men leer at since she'd first started to develop. "At least with me, you won't feel any guilt. My mom isn't an old friend that you see much."

Harvey didn't reply immediately as he paused to consider her point. Should I feel guilt? Or should I be turned on? Gawd, it's been a few years since I last had a mother and daughter duo.

"Well, shit. I've seen that look before. You're thinking about fucking me and my mom," the teenager said in delight.

"Alright, I think that's enough. Thanks for the company, but it's time for bed." Harvey pushed himself out of the tub to sit on the deck. That revealed a large tent popping his boxer-briefs.

"Touched a nerve, did I? See, I can help you live out those fantasies you have for my mom. I'm as busty as she was back in those days. So, I bet my body is like the one you first checked out back then. Doesn't having a go with a younger, sluttier version of her sound enticing?"

"Oh, so you're sluttier?"

"I'm all kinds of secret slutty." Cheyenne re-added the purr to her voice as she moved her hand back to his groin. Only this time, instead of rubbing her palm on the aroused bulge, she firmly gripped the now erect member. "All you need to do to find it out is simple. Take this magic rod and insert it into my enchanted land."

Maybe Harvey wanted to knock that smug, arrogant look off of Cheyenne's face that reminded him of how bitchy Cordelia used to be. Perhaps the brunette hit the bullseye on the target with her talk of forbidden fruit and her mother, or maybe after more than four weeks without any sex, Harvey was about to crack. Whatever the reason, he reached up to Cheyenne's shoulder and yanked down the remaining strap hard.

The tremor Cheyenne felt in her body as her ample breasts popped out into the cool air made her wonder for a moment if she just experienced a mini-orgasm. Before she could decide, two hands came up to palm her boobs while Harvey leaned in to give a long, hard kiss. Good lord, he's a fantastic kisser. One hand left a tit, traveling around her back to unhook the bra that still hung around her stomach. The lacey piece flew straight up into the air.

Breaking off the kiss, Harvey swooped down to latch his mouth onto one of the brunette's nipples while his hand gripped her hips. Not done panting from a top-tier kiss in her lifetime, Cheyenne could barely breathe as she learned just what an experienced lover could do. This was no fumbling teenage boy or half-drunk college student. No, Harvey Diamond could be considered a master fiddler from the manner he played the strings of her body. Not only was he worshiping her breasts, but his hands roamed her body, searching for her pleasure points. Having spent numerous hours having sex, Cheyenne could never recall a partner--male or female--so quickly bringing her to the boiling point. Who thought a touch behind her ears, under her armpits, and down her lower back could be nearly as effective as a cock inside one of her holes.

Leaving the brunette's heaving bust, Harvey kissed a trail down her cleavage to her belly button while his hands slid down the side of her toned body to cup her ass and lift her onto his lap. While those hands continued their journey down her smooth, slim legs, his tongue stayed to play with her belly button. Treating that hole almost like a mini, shallower version of her pussy, Harvey strung her into a quivering, gasping mess.

"Ooooooh...ohhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh!" the busty brunette sounded, unable to fully form any words. "Uhhh, uhhh, ahhh...ooollllyy uuuccckkkk!" Cheyenne exploded as the fingers lightly dancing around on the bottoms of her feet proved the final straw.

Scooting back, Harvey admired his handiwork. Cheyenne slumped backward. She started to tumble over until he reached up to right her. Even then, her body felt like a wet noodle, flopping around in every direction. So, he picked her up by the waist and set her down on the top of the deck and watched her struggle to gather her composure.

"Holy fuck," the teenager panted, finally able to enunciate the words she tried to scream out moments earlier.

"Guess you weren't slutty enough to last long with me," Harvey remarked teasingly.

"Shit, you think that was all you? Ha! I've been primed to blow for hours. Teasing the boys all day gets my motor running. You were just the closer, not the starter," Cheyenne spat back. No way was she going to admit how he really made her feel. No way! He's going to remember the first time Cheyenne Tissle fucked him until the day he dies. "You haven't lived up to your legend, or maybe myth, yet, buster."

Narrowing his eyes, Harvey growled as he reached down to grab a firm hold of the wet peach panties and yanked hard. Reflexively Cheyenne lifted her ass up as Harvey tugged again and again. Slowly the delicate fabric clinging to her skin from dampness caused by her excitement and the tub's water inched down. A ripping sound alerted them to a tear happening, but neither cared at the moment. Finally, Harvey pulled the fabric past her feet and threw them over his shoulder without any concern.

Spreading her legs wide in an invitation, the aroused brunette slid her fingers down and opened her lower lips. Having a different idea in mind, Harvey pushed his underwear down, kicking them off into the water. Pulling her off the deck, he roughly turned Cheyenne around and placed her in the air above his fully-engorged cock. Loving the way her new lover took charge, Cheyenne smirked at him.

"Like my body, do you?"

"Sure. It reminds me of your mom."

"My mom?!" Cheyenne spat in anger. "You're with me!"

"Didn't you say that I could imagine you as her?" Harvey queried as he finished lining her pussy up with his cock. Then with his own sinister smirk, he dropped the teen until her cunt impaled itself on his large dick. "I'm going to--ugh!--ravage your enchanted cunt. Ugh, how can you be so tight..."

"For such a slut? Oh, gawd...I make sure to be picky--shit!--who I fuck. Ooh! Quality...ahhh...over...fuck...quantity," Cheyenne moaned. "I...do exer...cises with all my body. Fuuccckkkk meeee! So biigggg..."

"Thought I was...only a myth. Does this feel like a fairy tale?" Harvey asked after somehow not cumming. He'd brought Cheyenne off twice. Getting no answer, he glanced over at the once smart-ass teenager who lay on her stomach on the deck. As she struggled to catch her breath, the panting caused her curvy ass to go up and down. A motion and view that spurred the older man on for more.

Exhausted after riding Harvey's cock to two mind-blowing orgasms, Cheyenne realized she already gave away the pleasure she felt. Upset over that, she vowed to keep silent, no matter how hard it proved to be. Make him work for it. Oh. My. Fucking. Gawd! Big dick, big dick, big dick!

"Well, this fairy talk monster hasn't had his happy ending yet," Harvey joked as he rubbed his cock along her slit. This after using her flawless legs to pull Cheyenne's body until her ass was on the ledge of the tub. Stepping up onto the underwater bench, Harvey lined his cock up. "Here comes the grand finale."

"Ohmigawd!" the teenager exclaimed, her body lurching forward at the foreign object's intrusion. Regathering her strength, Cheyenne braced her weight onto her forearms. Never had she felt a cock bombard her in this way, and the buxom brunette reveled in the sensations.

Lewd noises filled the lower sunroom. The slapping of flesh on flesh, Harvey's grunts, and tiny whimpers that Cheyenne failed to stifle accompanied the splashing of water. Taking her silence, not for the defiant act of willpower the brunette hoped it to be, Harvey assumed he had left her shell shocked. It was a frequent event whenever a new lover first realized they'd never experienced sex on the level at which he performed it. This wasn't an arrogant assumption; many women would later admit they seemed to lose time during sex with him as their brains processed the new heights of pleasure they felt.

I can't believe this is finally happening. I swore to myself that someday I'd fuck the best. Cheyenne mused to herself. Too bad I can't brag about this to Whitney...yet.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Cheyenne didn't know how long she'd been zoned out, imagining the looks of envy on her classmates' faces. All she knew now was that Harvey didn't just stick his dick in and piston it back and forth. No, he worked his cock in a variety of moves. Long, medium, or short, gentle or hard, and in slightly different angles. Most guys she fucked wouldn't think to angle their cock up or down, and with Harvey's extra girth in her tight pussy, it was amazing for him to try that. Marveling at his variety of moves, she began to wonder if he worked out set patterns. It's like he's writing Morse code or some shit.

Harvey watched the sweat trickle down the quiet brunette's back. It was almost soothing to focus on the liquid as it rolled down to the lowest part of her back; it helped keep his mind calm and his cock from erupting. Still, his lack of sex over the last two weeks was catching up with him. Damn, Cheyenne's something else. I thought the girl would be begging by now, but she's so silent — time to give her the knockout punch.

Up. Up. "Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!."

Down. Down. "Cum, gonna, cum."

Left-right. "In me, in me!"

Left-right. "Cum in me! Do it!"

Short. "Claim me!"

Hard. "Breed me!"

"Fuuuuccckkkk!!" Cheyenne shrieked, her choir voice raising to pitches that Harvey had only heard a few times in his life.

Harvey's ears started to ring when he flooded her pussy, triggering the most intense orgasm in Cheyenne's young life.

Howling himself in pleasure and shocked a little bit at Cheyenne's words, Harvey collapsed onto the coed's body. Both gasped for air and strength for a couple of minutes until Harvey felt the need to speak.

"Shit, uh, Cheyenne, are you on any birth control?"

"Oh, no!" the barely legal teenager exclaimed. Cheyenne spun her body half around to look at the older man in horror.

Harvey felt a sinking feeling start in his stomach. Shit! Who's going to kill me first? Cordelia or Whitney? This is about to--oh, you little minx! Harvey thought as Cheyenne's look of horror changed into a look of delight.

"Why are you even asking? I'm a smart slut," she remarked, laughing in a way that reminded him of her mother.

SLAP

Harvey landed a hard slap on the brunette's firm ass. "Dammit, that shit isn't funny!"

"Well, that was fun, but I expected more. I guess you were right. The stories of you are exaggerated," Cheyenne declared as she started to rise up on her knees.

"Who said anything about being done?" Harvey asked, climbing out of the tub. Moving over, he lowered his body so that his half-hard cock dangled in her face. "Good girls clean up their messes."

Neither the fucker nor the fuckee noticed the two pairs of eyes staring through the window in shock.