Twice Driven (17 page)

And suddenly, as Jake achingly pushed me slowly and teasingly towards that edge, I thought a
very
naughty thought. I knew then that I was
going
to feel him inside of me again before I had to go back to school, even if it meant risking everything.

Under the pretense of leaning over to look at the pictures on the tablet in front of Karen, I suddenly reached beneath me as I lifted my butt slight and quickly skimmed my thong off my body and down my legs. Jake turned to me with suddenly
very
wide eyes, his mouth half open as if to ask me if I was
totally
insane
.
I only winked at him, knowing it was now or never, or I’d lose my cool entirely or realize what a
completely
stupid idea this was.

“Oh
wow
! Great views!” Before he could even do a thing, I’d slipped between Mr. Harding and the table, covertly spread my legs, grabbed ahold of his cock, and started to sit right back down on his lap,
right there
at the dinner table. I wasn’t able to of course, but I’d have given just about anything to see his face in that moment as I quickly and deftly pushed my little ass right back against him. I lined his big, throbbing cock up with my tight, slippery slit beneath my skirt, and plunged right down onto his lap.

I practically came right there as his huge dick filled me up to the brim in one stroke. It actually took the breath away from me, and it took everything I had not to moan, or cry out, or really do anything at all that would tell the whole table that my little pussy was stretched to the limit around Mr. Harding’s big fat cock. I could feel him strain behind me, the one hand that he still had beneath the table gripping my leg like a vice and his cock
throbbing
so nice and deep inside of me! I could hear him clear his throat loudly as I slowly eased off of him, as if craning forward to look at the tablet on the table. My tight slit gripped at him as I slowly slid up; stretched and slowly sliding up his thick shaft before I laughed at something someone said and sat right back down.

“Oh, Chelsea, you should
definitely
go see it sometime. Bring your friends from school and head out there over spring break or something. My sister and I had a
wonderful
time!” I could feel my little pussy tightening and milking at Mr. Harding’s big cock while Karen smiled right at me from a mere foot away. It was
so
wickedly naughty and wrong that I quickly found myself having to try harder and harder not to visually look like I was about to have an orgasm right there at the dinner table while slowly grinding myself Jake’s cock!

To her though, I was the smiling girl next door, eagerly sitting on her date’s lap to look at vacation pictures. How could she
possibly
ever guess that at that very moment, his cock was throbbing do deep inside of my tight little body?

Mr. Harding’s hand on my thigh beneath the table was gripping me tighter and tighter as I felt him slowly and almost imperceivably grind up into me. Though we were barely moving, between feeling his thick cock pulsing so deep inside of me and stretching my lips wide, the jaw-dropping feeling of how
totally
not ok this was, and of course just how
close
we were to being caught in such a major way, I already knew I was going to come soon, and hard.

“Oh, and the hot tub!” Karen beamed at Jake. “If you ever wanted to check it out, Jake, I’d love to show you!”
 

Jake chuckled as if nothing was happening, as if he
wasn’t
balls deep and unprotected inside of his nineteen year old neighbor. His hand on my thigh slipped around to my our front and went right to my clit. While he pointed to something on the tablet with the other hand, he began to slip his fingers over my aching clit, and suddenly, I felt myself rocketing towards that sweet edge.

I hadn’t
really
thought this through when I’d decided to climb onto his lap like this, but suddenly I realized fully that my older, hunky neighbor was once again buried deep inside my fertile young body without
any
protection whatsoever! If he came, he was going to just shoot his cum bare and un-hindered right into me! The naughty, sizzling thought made me almost moan out loud as I thought about Mr. Harding
impregnating me
while we sat at dinner!
Oh my God
, Jake Harding was going to make me pregnant
right in front of everyone
right there at his dining room table! I could feel him grinding against me, his cock swelling up deep inside my clenching, tight channel as my whole body seized up and crashed over that edge.
 

And then, right there, doing my absolute best to smile and keep my face as neutral as possible, I came
hard
. I bit my lip, and felt my brow crease tight as my whole body seized up and then broke apart with Jake’s cock filling me up. As I came, I could feel him go rigid beneath me, and suddenly I felt him rock his hips tight into me as his cock swelled up even bigger and thicker than it had been! And then, he was coming! With no condom, no birth control, and absolutely no pulling out, Jake Harding went still as he began to pump me full with rope after pulsing rope of his hot, sticky cum.

It felt like it just
kept coming
, as his big dick just kept throbbing and pulsing so deep within me as squirt after squirt of his seed rocketed out and filled my young cunt to the brim. At one point, I actually grabbed my napkin off the table and brought it to my face; coughing into it to cover the uncontrollable urge to cry out as well as my scrunched up climax face.

“Oh, honey, you got something stuffing you up?” Karen smiled at me, and I just about came again as I felt Jake’s cock twitch one last time inside of me.

“Sounds like you got something up the wrong pipe there honey,” my dad said, chuckling.
 

“Down, dear; it’s
down
the wrong pipe” my mother smiled and rolled her eyes.

Holy, cow.

*****

After dinner, and after I’d covertly slipped back off of Mr. Harding’s lap and discretely brought my napkin down to stop the sticky cum from leaking out of my slit, we got up to head back over to our house. I excused myself shyly to use their bathroom before we did, and it was there that I finally got a chance to catch my breath and let the post-orgasmic glow just bloom through my face. What I’d just done was
insane
! I could’t believe how risky what we’d just done had been, and that wasn’t even counting the risk of Mr. Harding filling me up unprotected
again
with his hot cum!

I splashed water on my face, grinning and feeling my whole body buzz as I tried to process that utter craziness I’d just instigated as I dried my face and opened the door.

“You’re playing with fire here, Chelsea.”

I gasped as I walked out of the bathroom right into Mr. Harding’s chest. His look was serious, but I could see that wild hunger in his eyes as well.

“I- I know-“

“No, I don’t think you
do
.”

He looked at me with a dark, hungry look in his eye. For a moment, I thought suddenly that he might be angry with me for having pulled that ridiculous stunt. That maybe I’d taken things
way
too far by doing what I’d done so brazenly in front of his date and my family. But suddenly, I felt his hand slip up my thigh and trace across my bare, trembling slit.

I suddenly frowned. “
So
, is big-boobed
Karen
spending the night?”

I could see his eyes smirk at me as he flashed that heart-stopping, panty-melting smile at me before he leaned close and brought his lips to my ear. “I would’ve thought I’d made it perfectly clear to you by now how much I like
Chelsea-
sized tits.”

“
Maybe
,” I said with a teasing pout.

“No, Chelsea, she’s certainly not.”

I flashed my eyes at him, grinning and feeling my cheeks flush as I met that darkly handsome look on his face.
 

“I have to see you again.”

I nodded, feeling the heavy pounding of my heart in my chest, my pulse racing in my ears. “Ok,” I breathed out, staring up into his piercing eyes.

“Tomorrow, after your parents are at work and when Dennis goes to baseball. I could, uh, use some
help
cleaning things up in the garage.”

I nodded thickly, feeling the tingle buzz radiate out from my body from where his fingers were sliding over my pussy. “I’ll be there.”

He grinned. “Good, now get.” His hand dropped from my cunt and he gave me a playful swat across my butt.

I turned on my heel to head back to the front door when I suddenly stopped and turned back to him.

“Oh, Mr. Harding?” I winked and blew him a quick kiss. “My panties are probably still underneath your dining room table if you want them.”

And with that, I sauntered off, wondering what tomorrow would bring. More than that thought, I wondered what the
future
would bring now that my neighbor had filled me up
twice
with his potent seed. And I knew then without a doubt that before I left to go back to school, I was going to get filled
many
more times.

Chapter 13

Jake

She left two days later.

Of course, I managed to fuck her once more in my garage that next day. I’d had her spread out on the hood of the ’67 Mustang I’ve been rebuilding for years; her legs up in the air and wide, her panties hanging off one knee, and her head thrown back in pleasure as I drove my cock into her again and again and again. I’d had her squealing and writing under me, moaning my name as her pussy squeezed me like a damn velvet vice.

A perfect, barely legal, totally off-limits vice.

My balls slapped against her ass on every thrust, her tight little pussy stretched obscenely around my big cock as she just
leaked
honey out around me. Fuck me, it was like every high school fantasy I’d always wanted to act out. And now here I was nearly forty with a nineteen year old sex kitten spread out on the hood of my muscle car with my cock balls deep in her.

That image alone I knew was forever burned into my head, and I guess I’d done
something
right somewhere in life to get here.

It did occur to me at some point - the point where her hands were on her cute little tits, pinching her own nipples as she chanted “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” over and over again, that here we it was our third time fucking, and we
still
weren’t using a condom. But honestly, I could even care at that point. And when I came, with her erupting right along with me, all I could imagine was my cum splashing right against her young, fertile walls. I imagined my cum spraying against her cervix, and I knew that if we continued like this and kept doing this
 
without a condom - or hell, at least pulling out - that there was only one possible outcome.
 

Except the thought of this girl’s belly swollen with my belly only fueled me on, and suddenly I’d just started fucking her again, even having just came. She went wild then, as my big cock slid wetly in and out of her, her juices and my cum leaking out around us and trickling down her ass as I grabbed her ankles and fucked her for everything I was worth. She came screaming again, and when I felt that tight, barely used, practically still-virgin pussy just milked me for every damn drop, I let go all over again.

And then the next day, I was waving as she drove off with her parents again, back to the airport and back to Boston.

Leaving me, of course, with a raging hard on, about five pairs of her panties, and a
lifetime
of fantasies.
 

I hit the gym hard those next few days, pounding out reps, building my body back after the potato chip and beer fest of being newly divorced. I watched porn, it bored me. I jerked off with Chelsea’s tiny little thong panties, and came roaring her name.

Sarah and Mike tried to fix me up with Karen a few more times, but I just kept giving excuse after excuse. “Im not ready”, or
 
“it’s too soon.” Except they were bullshit excuses, and eventually, that was going to bite me in the ass. Even Mike gave me strange looks, knowing how I was back in Navy with a different girl every night. Me, turning down guaranteed pussy with Karen as a newly single man? I could tell he thought something was strange, but I doubt he had any idea that “strange” was me popping his daughter’s cherry and pumping my cum deep inside her pussy.
 

But it wasn’t like Chelsea and I
were
anything, right? I mean I took the girl’s virginity for Christ’s sake, but that didn’t mean we were dating right? Did the younger generation even feel like that anymore these days? Was I antiquated in thinking that meant something beyond “hooking up” or whatever shit kids were calling it these days? And I meant that in terms of her, not me. Me? I was twisted up about hat girl. I couldn’t even look at another woman without just getting pissed that they weren’t her.

And her? I had to shake my head. She was probably moving on. She as probably already out trying out new boys after I’d popped that cherry. She’d had her fantasy, she’d gotten the “first time” out of the way, and now she was off having fun like a girl her age
should
be doing.

The thought had me furious.

The very idea of some frat fuck-wad getting to touch her, or kiss her, or slip his cock inside that heavenly pussy had me absolutely
livid
, and I roared in my basement as I slammed the free weights in my hands back down.

I took a breath and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the thought of Chelsea with
anyone else
in the world but me.