Taken Three Times

  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.

  11

  Chelsea

  I know now that there’s only one day ever in your life when you wake up with that feeling you have the first day after you lose your virginity. I don’t mean to make it sound sappy or overly poetic or anything like that, but there’s a certain just new way you see things that first morning.

  I suppose part of that new feeling was that I’d lost mine the previous day to Mr. Harding from next door, and that we’d come together just as my parents had arrived home! Of course, the naughtiness of it all wasn't just that he was more than twice my age, or that he was my dad’s best friend, or even that he'd taken me for the very first time right there on my parent's couch. No, what gave the whole thing an even more forbidden edge to it all was the fact that Mr. Harding had come right inside of me. In fact, I'd actually begged him to! Entering my tight, virgin slit for the first time unprotected was one thing, but feeling his hot, potent seed fill me up had been one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced in my life!

  I'd always had a crush on the hunky older guy next door; I mean, who wouldn't? Mr. Harding was devastatingly good looking, was funny and kind, and where my dad had I guess sort of let himself go in the years since he and Jake played football together at school, Mr. Harding had certainly not. I couldn't remember the number of times I'd shyly watched him from my bedroom window when I was younger, gazing at his muscled torso as he'd mowed the lawn shirtless in the Florida heat.

  As I went about my day - my first day not a virgin - I kept grinning privately to myself about what had happened the day before. I walked through the living room more times than I could count, blushing just looking at the couch where Mr. Harding had finally given in to the heat I knew we both felt and kissed me back when I'd pressed my lips to his. I felt a tingle between my legs, thinking about how he'd roared as he came, his thick cum squirting into my fertile young body and filling me to the brim just as my parents had pulled back into our driveway.

  I dwelled on that for another second as I stood daydreaming in the living room. Part of my whole fantasy with Jake was him filling me up unprotected, just like I'd watched him do to his ex-wife all those months before in his backyard. I hadn't really thought further than the pure fantasy after I'd had Mr. Harding come inside of me, but suddenly the reality of that hit me, sending an erotic little shiver through my body; could I actually be pregnant right now? I mean I wasn’t on any sort of pill or anything, and plenty of people got pregnant their first time.

  I bit my lip, feeling the sexy heat of the thought tremble inside of me; holy cow, what if I really was pregnant now? I tried to imagine what it would be like to feel my belly get bigger, knowing secretly that it was the forbidden man next door’s!

  The thought of it was so hot that I almost wanted to run up to my room, lock the door, and relieve the burning ache in my pussy, except right then is when my mom happened to pull into the driveway and holler for help with the groceries.

  Damn it.

  I hadn't stepped more than four feet out the backdoor though, when a sweating, shirtless, and jaw-droppingly hot Mr. Harding came jogging up his own driveway from the street, panting from his run. I could see him freeze as he saw me, his whole body going stiff while his eyes darted quickly to my mother. But her back was turned, and I blushed as his eyes came back to rest on me and quickly went a shade darker with a flash of hunger in them as he winked at me.

  "Oh, Jake! Hot out there for a run isn't it!" My mother smiled and waved at Mr. Harding, who seemed to wrestle with the idea before he walked over to our driveway.

  "Hi Sarah;” he turned to me, his eyes looking nervous and yet excited at the same time. “Uh, hello, Chelsea."

  I could tell he was probably freaking out just a little bit. After all, here he was talking to the nineteen year old girl whose virginity he'd taken just the day before, and standing right there was her mother.

  Needless to say, I could practically see the bullets he was sweating right then.

  “So Jake, I was thinking we should all get together for a dinner again soon sometime!” My mother beamed at him. “What do you say?”

  I could see Mr. Harding swallow thickly as my mother cheerfully smiled at him.

  "Uh, yeah, Sarah. That sounds great."

  My mother smiled obliviously at him again. “Well good, because - and I do hope you don’t think I’m being too bold, but I’ve got someone I want you to meet, a friend of mine.”

  I could see Jake’s face harden for second, his eyes darting to me before pushing a fake smile onto his face. “Oh, uh. Sure, Sarah.”

  Okay, I’m not going to lie. For a single second there, I could feel every part of my body tense up and felt the rage of emotion surge inside of me. The very idea of Jake on a date with another girl - even if it was a big group thing anyways - had me seeing red for a second. But just as I felt my fist tighten around the bag of groceries, I found Jake’s eyes, staring right into mine.

  And it was enough, that look. That look burned a little sense into me. I mean, of course, he had to say yes. It’d have been strange otherwise if newly single, stupidly handsome Jake Harding said no to a date. One might say suspiciously strange, and that’s the last thing either of us wanted to stir up.

  “Chelsea!” I shook my head and turned to see my mom frowning at me. “Careful with those bags! That one has the eggs in it,” she said, scowling at the way I was squeezing the bags tightly in my angry little jealous fists. I could see Jake smirk out of the corner of my eyes.

  My mother laughed and shook her head at him as she turned and walked into the house. “Tomorrow, then?”

  “Hey, Sarah?” Jake turned and beamed a winning smile at her. “You know what, let’s have it at my place. I’ve got that big oak dining room table that I don’t even use anymore. Might be nice to give it some air-time.”

  My mom beamed. “Well! That sounds wonderful. I’ll call Karen now and let her know!”

  He turned back to me, arching an eyebrow and smirking at the scowl still on my face.

  “Karen, huh?” I said with a pout.

  “Hey,” he said, a grin teasing his lips. “You know it’s just for show, right?”

  “I guess.”

  He shot a quick look back at the house before turning back to me, and I gasped as he quickly grabbed my ass in his big hand. “You better know that this is the only ass I want.”

  I felt my face grow hot and red as I grinned. “Okay, yes, I know."

  He winked. “Good. Guess I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow then.”

  He turned back towards his house, but I suddenly stopped him with a hand on his arm.

  The Chelsea of six months ago would have never had the guts to be so bold. But of course, the Chelsea from back then would also have never have imagined a scenario where Mr. Harding bent her over her parent's sofa, took her virginity, and filled her with his cum.

  His eyes looked quickly up at the backdoor to my house before he turned to me with a dark, cautionary look. “Chelsea-"

  "I just wanted to say thank you, for yesterday." I said quietly, feeling the heat in my cheeks. I let my hand linger on his arm, feeling his pulse just below the surface there. The red in his face deepened, and I could see his jaw tightening as he looked at me. I could tell that he was still conflicted, but I could also see the raw lust there as I let my fingers trail across his arm.

  I leaned closer, my voice a whisper. “You don't have to worry, Mr. Harding. I'm not going to tell my parents that you fucked me."

  I could practically feel his pulse jump right then, and he did actually groan quietly. Suddenly, he jumped away from me just as the back door open
ed again.

  "Chelsea, a little help please?" My mom laughed and shook her head at Mr. Harding. “I don’t know what gets into them at this age!”

  I could feel my own cheeks burn bright red as I turned away from my mom, only to see Jake about choke on his own tongue.

  “I- uh- yeah, I’ll see you guys later then." He turned quickly on his heel and jogged back to his house and up through the back door, leaving me blushing and grinning like an idiot as I helped my mother bring in the rest of the groceries.

  12

  Chelsea

  I only had a few days left of my winter break, and I knew that there was no way I was going back to school without having Jake again. It was everything I thought of, actually, and I knew that no matter the risk, no matter how forbidden it was, I needed my hot older neighbor to fill me up again like he had before.

  And so I dressed to kill the next night when we were heading over to his house for dinner. Again, nothing overtly slutty - not like I even owned anything like that - but I did make sure I was looking completely irresistible. And of course, it was all for Jake. I let my hair down, wore a very pretty loose-fitting, strappy tank-top, and opted out of a bra; hey, there had to be some perks to not having big boobs. I put on one of my smaller, but again not slutty pleated skirts which showed off my long, tanned legs, and then grinned as I pulled a very small, very slutty sheer black lacy thong up my legs and snug across my slit. I’m not saying dinner at Jake’s house with my whole family and Karen - his fake date - was the perfect opportunity to try and seduce him again, but I was also running out of time and I knew I had to make something happen.