F uck , this is not good.

Well, what was very good was that I was holding a very wet, very bikini-clad Chelsea in my arms. And the combination of that and watching her smile like that as she opened her eyes and saw me staring down into her face was enough to get my cock hard as fucking stone in my shorts.

And see, that's what the “not good” part was.

She grinned up at me in a sleepy, groggy way . "You saved me?"

I chuckled, my body rumbling against hers as I watched her blink and shake her head. Her hands slid up my wet arms, her fingers so dainty against the thick muscles under my shirt, and I had to force myself to ignore thoughts like that before - well, too late, I guess.

"Jesus, you gave me quite a scare there Chelsea. You slipped on the edge and tumbled into the pool; must've hit your head on the way in because you just sank like a rock."

Her eyes went even wider then, those cool green orbs flickering at me and making my heart flip-flop. "You jumped in?"

I had to laugh again. "Of course I did.” I watched her blink and wince again, and I frowned. “C’mon, let's get you inside so we can make sure you're okay.” I lifted her up then, cradling her lithe young body easily in my arms as I carried her into her house and into the living room.

I knew with every damn step that I was taking way too much enjoyment in manhandling this practically naked girl; way too much enjoyment. I mean, she might’ve just had an accident, and I was of course going to make sure she was okay. But fuck if the feel of that wet young body pressed tight against my bare chest wasn’t making a huge tent in my shorts.

Yeah, those ninety seconds carrying her into the living room were way too much fun.

I set us down on the couch in her living room, laying her out along it with her legs still draped over my lap as I leaned over to peer carefully into her face. “Do you feel nauseous? Any sort of ringing in your ears or blurring in your vision?"

I was leaning down close over her, genuinely concerned, but also trying way harder than I should’ve had to to keep my eyes on hers and not let them drift over the mouth watering expanse of teen flesh barely contained in that tiny little bikini. Her body felt so warm next to mine, her skin practically buzzing against mine where my arm cradled her head as I leaned down close over her.

"No, no. I'm okay." She looked up at me, blushing. And suddenly I remembered everything we’d started to talk about before the phone and before her slipping, and of course, everything about the other night. And then I was very acutely aware that the girl in my arms, wet, blushing, and practically naked was the girl I’d watched finger her pussy to orgasm in her bedroom window the other night.

And I was instantly rock hard.

Instantly, every thought I’d had before about screwing this girl’s brains out, about showing her how a man fucks and dumping every drop of my cum inside of her tight little pussy came rushing back.

“Mr. Harding, about the other night.” She looked up at me, blushing brightly, her pink tongue dancing out to wet those perfect, utterly fuckable lips. “I’m sorry if I crossed any sort of line the other night, when- you know, when…”

She trailed off, and her sudden bashfulness had this insanely erotic effect on me, considering what I’d watched her do the other night. Considering what she’d watched me do, too.

"I'm not,” I growled out loud, before I could stop myself. “Sorry that you did, that is.”

She went quiet and bit that bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. Every single part of my brain was screaming at me that this was a bad idea. Every single cell up there was doing everything it could to get me to get up, walking the fuck away from this situation and out before I did something stupid.

Except, I wasn’t thinking with my brain anymore; not with a girl as sexy as original sin like this draped under me.

"I liked watching you, Mr. Harding,” she said quietly.

I watched the conflict of excitement and fear play out over her face. "Chelsea-"

"In fact, I think about it all the time, I-" She paused and bit her lip again, swallowing heavily. "I think about  you all the time when I touch myself, actually.”

I literally groaned out loud, my jaw going tight and my eyes blazing as I stared hungrily at her young body.

“Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."

I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.

"You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”

My jaw dropped at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"

"I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."

And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.

She gasped as I suddenly pulled her small body tight against me as my lips crushed into hers. She moaned hungrily, opening her lips to my tongue as I groaned into her mouth. All the scattered thoughts in my head went wild as those perfect young lips melted into mine, but I growled and shoved them aside as I concentrated on taking that innocent mouth with my own and making it mine.

My big hands slid down and around the bare skin of her waist, pushing her against the couch as I kissed her hard and pressed myself against her. She gasped loudly as my mouth broke away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck, and she threw my head back against the cushions behind her as I sucked at the delicate and sensitive skin at her collarbone. She hugged me to her hard, rolling her hips against me as if needing me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.

I knew she could feel the throbbing bulge in my shorts pulse against her thigh as I pressed against her. My hands slid down from her waist to slide around and cup at her ass, my fingers sliding just beneath the elastic edge of the bikini to grip tightly at her bare young skin. I pulled her against me, grinding myself against that small, tight body as she clung to me, pushing back with her hips and grinding herself against my bulge.

“Oh, Mr. Harding!” She gasped and moaned into my ear. My cock throbbed at the sound of that innocence in my ear; roared at the thought of taking that innocence and making it mine . Her hands slid up my bare torso, running over the hard muscles of my back as she clutched me tightly.

"Chelsea, honey, this is so wrong,” I growled, as her mouth sought my face, my neck. Her mouth latched onto the skin there and I grunted as I felt those tender lips suck at my neck.

"We shouldn't be doing this! You're- Jesus, you're way too young!" This was the girl from next door. I was friends with her fucking parents for God’s sake. I was a recently divorced, thirty-nine year old man, and this tight, barely legal nineteen year old should’ve been the last girl in the world writhing against me on that couch

She gasped as she slid her mouth up to my ear. “I'm old enough, Mr. Harding," she panted, sucking on my earlobe to punctuate.

I growled. “I know, honey, but this is bad, we-"

“Let me show you how bad I can be, please Mr. Harding?”

And that was the final straw for both of us. Just like that, every doubt and every last defense I had shattered. With a grunt, my hands were pulling her body up against me, clutching at her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. I ground my throbbing cock against the damp wet heat between her legs through her bikini bottoms as my mouth went to her neck again. I sucked and bit my way down to her chest. Chelsea moaned and and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts towards me as my mouth sucked and kissed its way further down, moving over the soft, small curve of her tits. Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around one delicate and erect pink nub straining atop her soft slopes and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge.

I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls deep in her and stretch that tight pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before.

My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away. I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet young pussy was revealed to me.

The beast inside of me roared . FUCK yes.

And there she was, shyly biting her lip as I spread her thighs apart, my eyes almost glazing over as I stared between them, gripping her legs tightly.

Fucking perfection.

“Do you like it, Mr. Harding?”

I groaned, feeling my cock lurch in my shorts. “Oh my God, Chelsea. You're so fucking beautiful, honey.”

She whimpered as she leaned up and my mouth crashed against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my strong fingers sliding over the slippery lips of her slit, and she gasped out loud, breaking our kiss.

“Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”

I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.

She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man ; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”

She pushed her hips up and forward, and before I could say anything else, my finger slid deep into her steaming hot slit.

We both gasped as my finger plunged inside of her. My hand twisted and I crooked my finger up and against her front wall, pressing and stroking at that little spot right there, and I growled as I watched her moan and writhe for me.

She started to claw at the belt of my shorts as I fingered her impossibly tight pussy, yanking at the buckle and then pulling at my zipper. I groaned as she reached inside, and grinned as she gasped when her small fingers brushed against my thick, throbbing hot cock. Gently, she started to push my shorts down over my hips, and she gasped again as she pulled my cock right out.

Chelsea’s jaw dropped , her eyes as big as saucers as she just stared at my cock. Her small little hand looked even smaller with my big dick against it, and as she slowly let her fingers wrap around my girth, I could see her breathing as heavily as I was. I had to smirk; apparently, those college boys didn’t deliver anything like what I was packing.

She wrapped her fingers around me, circling as much of the thick girth as she could before she started to pull on me, stroking me.

“Like this, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, looking up with wide, hungry eyes at me as I slid my finger deep into her dripping wet, sweet little pussy.

“Just like that, honey.”

Jesus, this girl had stroked a cock or two before, right?

I leaned down to her neck again, biting the skin there as her small hand stroked my cock. I heard her gasp as she brought her lips to my ear. “I want you to put it inside of me, Mr. Harding."

I groaned and throbbed in her hand as my finger curled and rubbed inside of her. She pulled me closer before I could say anything, bringing the head of my cock to rest against the slick, soft lips of her cunt.

"Mr. Harding, I- I want- I want you to be my first.”

OH HOLY FUCKING CHRIST.

My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I suddenly pulled back from her. “What? Honey, no. Holy shit, no.” I stared at her, very aware at how even as I protested, my cock was growing even bigger. “Chelsea! I can't! Your father- Jesus!"

I tried to pull away from her grasp, but I know she could feel my cock twitch and jump in her hand, throbbing against her pussy even more even as I tried to protest.

Her face fell a little though. “Don’t- Oh, God , don’t you want me?”

Fuck.

My dick twitched against her slit as I growled and mashed my mouth against her small, innocent, virgin lips. “More than you fucking know, honey,” I growled. “I wanna fill you with every inch of my big cock. I want to feel my balls against your ass as I fuck you bare, and I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fill you up with my cum.”

She moaned, the sound so fucking sweet and so fucking primally sexy at the same time. I groaned as I felt her reach for my cock again, her fingers sliding over the velvety skin. “Please, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, her eyes pleading with me as her small fingers slid up and down over my pulsing shaft. She pulled me closer, pressing it against her tight, virgin teen pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.

My hesitance cracked as the head of my cock slipped against those soft lips, and I groaned. “Are you sure?” My voice was like gravel as I tried to hold back from shoving her arms over her head, throwing her legs over my shoulder, and fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. “Chelsea, I don't think you know what you're do-”

“I want this, Mr. Harding. I've always wanted this with you. For you to be my first,” she husked at me, her voice thick with adult lust and her eyes begging. “Please.”

And just like that, my hesitation crumbled completely. My mouth crashed against hers, and she moaned as she started to eagerly pull my cock against her.

Suddenly, I broke away, my mouth kissing down her neck and over her breasts. My cock slipped from her hand as I moved further down. I looked up when she gasped to see hesitance in her face. “Mr. Harding, where are you-"

"Shhh, honey, lie back. I'm going to make you feel good."

It suddenly hit me just how innocent this girl was. Not only had no other man ever been inside that sweet little cunt I was inching towards, but it seemed no one had ever even done this to her. How in the world had no one ever managed to taste the sweet young honey I could already smell between this sexy fucking girl’s incredible legs?

She gasped and threw her head back as my tongue slid wetly against those pink lips, and she cried out as my tongue dragged up through her slit and curled around her throbbing clit. My finger pressed back against her opening and slid inside as I wrapped my lips around her clit and gently tongued it. It was like a fast track to a climax, and I could already feel her young body clenching and seizing as my experienced tongue and fingers quickly and gently coaxed her towards that climax.

Her first, at the hands of a man.

With a loud moan and a cry, she came hard against my face, her hands in my hair as her sweet juices flowed out of her and coated my chin. I kept tonguing her clit and fingering her tight channel right through her climax, keeping her floating like that as she whimpered and moaned and made these cute little mewling sounds.

When I pulled away and sat back, she suddenly jumped on me. Yanking the rest of her bikini top from her body, pushing me back. She jumped into my lap and kissed me hungrily. I knew she could taste the sticky sweetness of her own pussy on my lips, and when she hungrily sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, licking at her taste there, I could feel my cock surge between us.

I could feel my throbbing cock pulsing hot between our bodies as I ground myself against her, feeling her hands clutching at my back as she kissed me.

She reached down between us, raising up slightly, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I looked down and watched her face tense as the head eased against her opening, like she was having a momentary feeling of panic wondering how in the world I was going to fit something that big inside her tight young pussy.

“I’m gonna go slow, baby,” I growled, wondering as my cock slipped through her sweet folds how in the fuck I was going to hold up to that promise. All I wanted to do was shove balls deep inside of her and pound her sweet cunt like I wanted to until my cum ran down her thighs. But of course, I wasn’t going to do that.

Not this time , at least.

She gasped as she pulled me in, feeling my fat head part her tender lips. I groaned and pushed up as she slowly sank down, sliding the fat head of my cock through her wet lips to slide inside. Her jaw went slack as I felt myself press up against something - her hymen, and she whimpered and slowed for a second.

“Honey, we don’t have to-”

I roared as she suddenly shoved herself down on me, my cock pushing through her thin virgin cherry and plunging deep inside of her. She threw her head back in a silent scream, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I stretched her open for the very first time. She whimpered hungrily as my thick girth pressed against her walls, my cock hard and pulsing, stretching her hot, quivering little pussy as she clutched at me.

With a low growl, I thrust my hips forward and buried myself thickly and to the hilt in her hot, milking channel. She cried out, loudly then, her moans filling the living room as I filled her entirely. She was impossibly tight beyond my wildest dreams. Nothing could have prepared me for how fucking tight, and how dripping wet and clenching that barely legal pussy was. Feel her stretch around me, and knowing I was the first man to take her there had my cock throbbing deep inside of her. It was somehow even better than I could have ever imagined, and somehow right then, knowing that I was her first had me clenching my teeth fighting to keep from emptying my cum into her right there.

We started to rock like that; slowly at first, and then faster as her moaning little cries filled the room and her tight little body writhed and bucked on top of me.

“I can't stop thinking about it!” She panted out, moaning now at my thrusts, at my hands clutching her tight little ass as I started to shove my cock up deep inside her again and again. “It was so hot to watch you like that! I played with my pussy that night again you know, and a lot of times after, thinking about it.” She whimpered as I shoved in deep. “Oh God , Mr. Harding, I’ve thought about you so many times while I played with my little pussy!”

I grunted through flaring nostrils as my hands gripped her slender waist and her tight little ass as I bounced her up and down on my cock, making her cry out in pleasure. There was something so fucking filthy, so fucking wrong about her calling me “Mr. Harding” like that; just reinforcing the utterly taboo age difference between us. I grunted as my mouth hungrily sucked at her soft pink nipples atop her small breasts as she rode me up and down with deep strokes.

"You were a bad little girl, Chelsea." My voice was deeper than normal, tapping into something primal, something harder within. I could feel her shiver at my words as she started  to buck up and down on my big dick faster and harder. “You were very naughty to have watched like that, and to have played with your pussy like that for such an older man.”

“Yes! I was so bad to have watched you!” She was moaning loudly now, my eyes closed as she chewed at her lower lip and rode my pole up and down. Fuck me ; the little innocent way she was apologizing for being “naughty” and still calling me “Mr.” had me grinding my teeth as I fought to hang on a little longer; wanting to draw this fantasy-come-to-life out as long as possible.

"I watched you fucking Mrs. Harding, bent over that lawn chair!"

I froze as she blurted the words out, the breath leaving my chest as my eyes jerked up to hers. “What?”

She was panting, her eyes wild as she chewed her lip again. “Last summer, before I went to school.” I groaned as I felt her tight cunt squeeze down on me, rippling up and down my shaft and milking me.

“I watched the two of you outside, in your backyard.”

Holy shit; I could remember that night. She’d seen that? Fuck.

I started to open my mouth, looking for the words to make sure she knew I was way over Lenore, or anything like that, when she dropped the bomb.

“I watched you fuck her from behind like, Mr. Harding, and I wished it was me.” My cock surged inside of her as she looked at me, like fucking pure innocence and raw sexuality all rolled into one unbelievably fuckable package. “I wished it was me so many times after that!” Her pussy clenched at my dick as she slowly started to slide her hips up and down on me. “I wanted it to be me you had bent over like that, at your mercy while you fucked me bare like that. And Mr. Harding?” her cheeks went bright red as her breath caught in her chest for a second. “I wanted it to be me you were fucking a baby into.”

And that’s when the beast inside roared and took over completely.

She gasped as I pulled her off of my dick, spun her around, and pushed her down on the couch. She, moaned, knowing exactly what I was going to do; her body shivering in anticipation.

"Like this?' I growled, easing the big head of my cock against her tight lips from behind. My hands grasped her tight little ass, pulling and spreading her wide for me as I pushed her against the couch. She cried out as I slid my thick shaft home into her tight channel.

"Yessss!" She cried out, feeling my hips push up tight against hers as I buried every single inch of myself inside.

"Yes, take me, Mr. Harding! Make me yours!"

I was grunting and growling then, burying myself to the hilt on every thrust as I filled her, stretching her open deliciously on my cock. I could feel myself starting to let go, the slick, tight heat of her pussy quickly taking away the last of my self control, creeping at the edges of my sanity as I felt myself falling. I roared out loud as the feeling began to overtake me, riding that wave as I fucked my young neighbor’s barely legal pussy with wild abandon.

"Oh fuck!” I growled. “Chelsea, honey, I'm going to come soon baby!"

I could feel her pussy clench up tight as she moaned, and I knew she was close. The rational part of me - that part now buried somewhere deep inside - managed to shout something about “pulling out” into my head. And I knew I should listen to it. Here I was balls deep in this fertile little sex kitten, barely clinging to the edge as I fought the urge to come. I was bare inside of her, and I had a feeling there was no way a girl this inexperienced was on any sort of birth control.

But God help me, I wanted to. Right then, it wasn’t just enough that I’d taken her virginity; I wanted to claim her entirely. I wanted to pump every drop of my seed into her fertile young body until it ran down her legs.

Suddenly, my pulse jumped up into my throat as I heard the unmistakable sound of a car slowly pulling into her driveway! We both gasped, and I whirled my head to see her fucking parents car out through the gap in the living room curtains! They were stopped just at the end of her driveway, getting mail out of the mailbox.

Holy fucking shit.

I started to pull away, when suddenly, I felt her clench tight around my cock, her hand coming back to grab mine. "No! Wait! Come inside me, Mr. Harding! Keep fucking me!"

My eyes went wide as I whirled back to her. I could feel my big cock surge inside of her. "Chelsea! Your fucking parents !” In spite of my words though, I was already grinding my cock deep into her tight slit again, feeling her moan around me.

"Fuck me, Mr. Harding! Fuck me quick and fill me with your cum! Please!"

She pressed her ass back against me, and with a groan, I felt the last of me willpower drop. I grabbed her slender young hips and started to just pound that little pussy raw.

Chelsea went to pieces around me, biting the sofa cushion in front of her as she wailed while my cock plowed into her again and again. She brought her hand back to her clit, rubbing herself in rapid strokes, and I could feel her slender fingers touching the place where her lips were stretched tight around my thick cock.

"Oh FUCK, Chelsea!" I could feel my cock begin to swell up even bigger, pulsing so deep in her young, innocent pussy.

"Oh yes! God, they're getting back in the car! Fuck me, Mr. Harding! Fuck my tight nineteen year old pussy! Fuck me and fill me with your cuuummm!"

And just like that, with a roar, I let go. My cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, and then it was like white light pouring through me. I could feel her shatter around me, her orgasm ripping through her as my hot cum spurted thickly against her fertile young womb. Her pussy spasmed around me, milking me for every drop as I roared and pumped the biggest load I’d ever had deep into her perfect young body.

There was the sound of an engine turning off as her parents parked the car at the side of the house. I swore as I jumped up, withdrawing from her  pussy and leaving a sticky trail of my cum tinged with a little bit of her virgin blood across her pussy and her thigh. Giggling, she jumped up from the couch, cupping her pussy with her hand to keep my cum from dripping out. She grabbed her white bathing suit bottoms, and used them to clean herself between her legs as I yanked on my shorts. She spun around suddenly and quickly kissed me.

“Thank you,” she whispered, grinning from ear to ear as she pressed something into my hands. “These are for you.”

Her bathing suit bottoms. Her lily white bathing suit bottoms streaked with my cum and her virgin blood, like some sort of token of my taking her. I grabbed her naked ass with my hand, pulling her close for a hard, searing kiss, before I dashed from the room towards the back door, just as her parents came around to the front of the house.

I could hear the pounding of footsteps and giggles of Chelsea, running up the stairs to her room as I dashed out the back door.

I barely got the lawnmower started again, and then at that point, I just stood in one place, feeling my pulse race inside my chest and my cock still throbbing rock hard inside my shorts.

Holy fuck, I’d just deflowered my buddy’s barely legal teenaged daughter on his fucking couch . Moreso, I’d filled her fertile young body with probably the biggest load of cum of my life. There was a moment of uncertainty then, as I shut off the mower and headed inside to grab a beer. Inside, I yanked the bikini bottoms out of my pocket and stared at them, still warm from her body; still streaked with our joining.

Jesus Christ, she was the best thing I’d ever felt. In my years in the Navy, in my years in football, in my years of women before Lenore, I’d never felt anything close to how perfect she felt stretched like a glove around me.

And right then, I shoved the rest of that bullshit aside. She was a drug, and I was fucking addicted.

Chelsea was home for another ten days of her school break, and suddenly, I knew  just how I wanted to fill them.

Well, at least I knew what I wanted to fill during them.