My Son's Girlfriend

“Yes, do it, Jordan,” she moans, barely audible through her arousal. And holding her firmly by her hips, I press her tight pussy down to squeeze over the length of my throbbing cock, impaling her onto me in one long, strong movement. She gasps, breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I can feel my cock stretching her tiny little cunt further than must be comfortable. But she nods and starts riding me, her tits swaying in my face with the movement.

“Oh Jordan, the way you fill me up is -”, she moans, unable to finish her sentence. My hands on her waist, I watch her twat suck up and down my cock, her wet pink insides clinging to my rod. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from just holding her still and fucking her like an animal. I breathe heavily, forcing myself to be patient.

“You’re making me crazy, Katie,” I groan as her tight pussy moves up and down my cock, milking me as she rides. And holding her ass tightly in my hands, I start drilling the sweet female. I can’t help it. She feels so good, and her tits sway forward into my face and her pussy takes the hard upward pounding.

“Oh, Mr. Marks,” she moans involuntarily, female juices gushing down her thighs and wetting my lap. She rakes her hands through my hair while crying out again, her pussy pummeled so good.

But I want more. I want to tease and tantalize and expose her to a dark side where she’s never been. So slowly, one of my hands edges backwards until it’s stroking along the crease of her ass, and then slowly in between her luscious cheeks.

“Ummm,” is her throaty moan, eyes closed and head flung back. “Yessss.”

Good. She likes it. Ever so gently, I slide my fingers along her crevice once more and start caressing her anus, rubbing those tight pleats with my fingertips. She gasps. Katie wasn’t expecting this and the taboo touch makes her eyes fly open with shock. But she clearly loves it. She rides me faster and more urgently as I finger her tiny little hole open, moans rising in volume. And slowly, I push a finger into her ass while continuing to fuck her sweet twat from below.

“Oh my god, Jordan, what are you doing to me?” she cries out in delirium.

“Just feel, little girl,” I growl in response. “I want you to enjoy this.”

“But you’re gonna make me come!” she exclaims, her voice now rising to that desperate pitch that means she’s beyond the point of no return. As a result, I push my digit deep into her ass while simultaneously thrusting hard into her pussy.

“Kiss me when you come,” I order on a groan. And that does it. The double penetration makes my little girl fly off the handle and she lets out a loud squeal that I catch with my lips.

“Mr. Marks!” is her delirious cry. “Oh god, yes!”

Hearing my name on her lips causes the semen to jet uncontrollably from my fuckpole.

“SHIT!” I roar, holding her in place as my cock unleashes itself, blasting stream after stream of hot, virile semen into her hungry cunt. Her eyes are still closed as her pussy absorbs it all, milking me dry. I pump all my seed into her, every last drop disappearing into that fertile twat before taking a deep breath and trying to get my head on straight. Fuck. We hold still for a while, breathing heavy and merely savoring the peace that’s descended.

Then breathless, she opens her eyes and we look at each other, smiling together. I pull her forward onto my chest and wrap my arms around that curvy form, our skin hot against one another. She answers my embrace by circling her arms around my waist, clasping them together in the small of my back where there’s some space between my skin and the leather upholstery. The side of her face comes to rest on my chest and I fork my fingers up into her hair, cradling her head as I hold her tight.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” she whispers, exhausted from the power of her orgasm.

“You’re the first, I think,” I answer in a deep, lazy tone, equally drained from all the sensations.

“What do you mean?” she asks, sitting up to look at me quizzically, her tits hanging heavy and milky in front of me. I shrug, thinking a moment, as I instinctively reach up and fondle them lovingly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever held anyone after sex. You know, close enough for them to hear my heartbeat,” I say matter-of-factly. Her face drops and so does her gaze, making her long lashes dust her rosy cheeks. “Why does that make you sad?” I ask, cupping her face.

“I dunno,” she says, lifting her big brown eyes back up at me. “I guess it’s strange that you’ve never had that kind of intimacy before.” She pins me with her gaze as if she’s expecting me to suddenly remember that I had been this way with my ex-wife, Jimmy’s mother. But I hadn’t, so I stay silent.