1. Just a regular suburban guy.


    Date: 10/14/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Young, Author: StudlyScrewright, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    too, considering how young she is. She worked down the shaft with lots of wet slurping sounds, moaning and grunting as she really got into it. "Suck my balls, little girl. Don't be shy." I cooed. "That's it. Suck my balls." She sucked one ball at a time gently, lovingly before switching to the other one. The she took my cock as deep as she could, trying to swallow the whole of my thick 8" pussy punisher. I was close to leaving her with a mouthful of happiness so I stopped her. She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes and mouth full of cock. "Are you ready for that fuck now?" I asked. Cheryl didn't say a word, just scrambled to her feet while sliding off he panties at the same time, nearly tripping herself. She bent over the kitchen counter and flipped up the back of her little schoolgirl skirt, presenting me the soft, smooth perfection of her teenage behind. She gasped when she felt my hands on her butt and I parted her cheeks, revealing her holes to me. Her body trembled when she felt the head of my cock pressed against the pretty, pink lips of her drooling cunt. "Are you ready, little girl? Is this what you want?" I whispered in her ear. "Y-y-yes." "Then say it. I want to hear you say it." I demanded. "Fuck me." she groaned. "Get that big cock inside my pussy and fuck me." Never one to disappoint a lady I did as she asked. Her pussy resisted me at first, then as I began to penetrate her, her cunt practically sucked me inside. In one smooth motion I was balls deep in ...
    her 17 year old fuck hole. "Oh, fuck, that's good!" she shouted. With my penis comfortably lodged in her I began fucking Cheryl hard. Her sweet little ass cheeks rippled and bounced with each thrust I made into her supple body. Cheryl wriggled and squirmed back against me as I gave her the hard pounding she sought. We developed a fine rhythm and Cheryl may have climaxed a couple of times when suddenly: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" My wife was standing in the doorway with a grocery bag in her arms. The look on her face did not bode well for my future domestic bliss. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Peter Dicksin?" my wife demanded. "Honey, wait! I can..." "Explain? No. I have all the explanation I need." she snarled. "This is Saturday. You are supposed to be on the roof fixing the gutters, not in the kitchen nailing the neighborhood jailbait. Hi, Cheryl." "Hi, Mrs. Dicksin." "Well, what have you to say for yourself?" While I stammered looking for the right words Cheryl chimed in. "Mrs. Dicksin? This is kinda my fault. See, I woke up so horny today. And Mr. Dicksin is a really good fuck. I didn't think you would mind. I didn't want to cause any trouble." I think the poor kid was about to cry. So there we stood, Cheryl bent over the counter, me behind her with my cock snugly wedged in her tight, little snatch and my wife glaring at us from the doorway. Finally my wife spoke. "Well, when you put it that way..." she said with a wry smile. "I guess we all need a good ...