With my legs spread and panties pulled wetly to the side, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my dewey slit and my aching clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it. Jake's cock looked even bigger then, and his face flushed bright red as he shuttled his hand up down his enormous dick quicker and quicker. I knew I was close, and I knew that I wanted him to see me.
I wanted Jake Harding to watch me come for him.
As I fingered myself to higher and higher up the cliff to the edge, watching Mr. Harding pump his cock in his fist as the muscles in his forearm bulged, the backdoor to my house suddenly flew open, and the sound of my mother’s voice came calling out. “Chelsea? Chelsea, your aunt wants to talk to you on the phone, are you out here?“
And just like that, as if we both suddenly realized just how totally wrong this was, I found my whole body seizing up as I started to tumble over the edge. With a clenching gasp, I moaned quietly into my bedroom curtains as I came hard around my plunging fingers.
Jake wasn't far behind, and as I watched, gasping through my orgasm, he suddenly jerked rigid as his cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Thick ropes of white cum erupted from his cock head and splashed down across the hardwood floor of his office as he threw his head back and gasped.
As I panted and sagged against the window-frame, my body shuddering in the aftershocks of my climax and my panties still pulled wetly to the side, I watched the man who'd taken up and invaded every fantasy I’d ever had pant to himself with his thick cock just pulsing in his hand. He stared across the divide at me, grinning.
Suddenly, we could both hear my mother stomping around the corner of the house, as if about to check the garage to see if that’s where I was. You know, the garage that had a pretty clear view up to Jake’s office and my bedroom windows. I giggled as I watched him tuck his cock quickly back into his jeans and zip up with a flash. He stopped for just a moment and looked back at me, and I winked and blew him a kiss before scampering away from the window.
I hid behind the curtains, watching him leave the room, only to reappear a few moments later downstairs at his back door taking the trash out.
“Oh, hello Jake!” My mother said cheerily. I blushed bright red as I saw Jake jerk his head around at the sound of her voice and force out a smile.
“Hey there, Sarah.” His eyes darted quickly up to my bedroom window. “Hey, uh, thanks again for coming over tonight. Great to see you guys as always.”
“Oh of course!” My mother smiled at him. “Listen, you doing okay with everything?”
Yeah, I’d say he’s doing very okay.
Jake nodded quickly. “Uh-huh, yep. Doing great.”
“Well, you let us know if you need anything. And you know, Chelsea is around for a few weeks if you need a hand with anything around the house.”
I watched from behind the curtains as Jake’s face went a little paler as he swallowed thickly and nodded.
Yeah, I was certainly available to give him a “hand” with anything int he world he wanted me to put my hands on anywhere in or around his house.
My mom waved to him again before turning away and heading back inside, none the wiser of course he'd just shot his load while watching the nineteen year old girl next door play with her pussy.
Chapter 8:
Jake
Holy fucking shit, what was I doing?
Having the sort of thoughts I was having about that girl was one thing. Going to bed at night dreaming about her tight little body and those big eyes staring at me as she let me spread those long legs was bad enough. But apparently I’ve graduated from dirty thoughts to jerking off along with her in the window of her bedroom, with her fucking parents downstairs.
And the wildest part about all of that? It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t. Watching that nineteen year old jailbait across the way finger her pussy until she came for me wasn’t enough. I mean how crazy does that sound? Because I wanted more, and I wanted it right then. Fuck, I still want it.
I found myself gritting my teeth in rage when I thought about what could have changed this girl into this little sex-kitten up at school. I couldn’t even imagine what those shit-head little college boys had gotten a taste of up there in Boston with this girl. Fuck, I got furious just thinking about it. I wanted to find each every one of them - anyone who managed to touch her, or taste her, or fuck her - and bury them all in shallow graves for it. Because none of them deserved her.
Her. Her being, this girl I had no claim t
o whatsoever. Her being this girl I should have nothing to do with past smiling across the driveway or benignly asking about classes at a school. Certainly not the girl I should be imagining moaning for me, or coming for me. Certainly not the girl I should be jerking off in front of while she fingers her tight, off-limits pussy for me.
But I want it, and I knew there was nothing on this Earth that could dissuade me if it hand’t already.
I wanted to claim her. I wanted to claim and take her in every conceivable way. I wanted to pull her down on my cock, and bounce her up and down on my shaft until she flooded my balls with her honey. I wanted to bend her over and suck the sweet juices from that perfect, fresh cunt. I wanted to lick that tight little asshole until she couldn’t talk words anymore.
I wanted to bury every inch of my cock inside her barely legal, college-girl pussy, and I wanted to come right inside of her. God help me, I wanted to empty every single sticky drop from my balls into that perfect, tightly teen pussy. I wanted to fill her again and again, dump load after load inside of her until it leaked out. I wanted to hold my cock right up against her cervix and flood her fertile womb with my seed.
That’s how I wanted to claim Chelsea McKenzie