Chapter 4

The room was bright when I awoke; it was ten thirty!! I was confused by the faint smell of bacon wafting in the air. I rolled myself out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats.

Walking into the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of my fourteen year old lover in a rather childish nightgown cooking breakfast.

“Morning.” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Morning to you, lazy. ‘Bout time you got up!” She laughed.

“David up?” I asked. She handed me a cup of coffee.

“Up and gone to Cassie’s.” She said.

She scooped the items from the pan onto a plate before me. As she did so, she whispered into my ear; “I’m not wearing my panties.”

Indeed, there was no panty line poking through the thin cotton of her white nightgown. She smiled and took the pan away, returning to the stove.

I watched as she did so, my eyes outlining the swell of her ass cheeks, and the way they moved under their cloth prison.

My brain screamed warning, my cock screamed in lust.

I stood, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. My cock strained against the sweatpants and nestled into her crack.

She moaned as my hands found her hard nipples jutting out. She thrust her hips back crushing my cock between her ass and my belly.

I pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp and her knees buckle. I reached down, pulling her up into my arms and carried her to the table.

My uneaten breakfast sat across the table, but it was ignored for now.

I lay her back on the table, roughly, and yanked the hem of her nightgown up exposing her dripping wet pussy.

Wasting no time, I kneeled and locked my mouth onto her labia, tasting the clean freshness of her sex. Her nails dug into my head as my upper lip worked over her tiny clit. My tongue drawing more of her juices.

Her screams increased in intensity as my mouth increased pressure. She came quickly, bathing me in her cum, but I wasted no time; I stood, dropped my sweats to my knees, and aimed my cock at her vagina all opening.

Her eyes were glazed, I doubt she was fully conscious, but I shoved my penis into her tight, bald pussy rudely.

She screamed as I thrust hard into her, my balls slapping her ass, the table scooting on the floor. I’ll admit I felt like she needed to be punished, as I pounded into her.

Her arms pulled me down to her, she thrust her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply, she wrapped her legs around my ass. I felt her fingers on my back, but she knew better than to leave marks.

“Oh God! Oh God!” She cried. I could feel my orgasm building, but I wasn’t done yet.

She tightened up, I could feel her pussy spasm and flutter. She buried her face in my shoulder and screamed as she came. Her juices ran down my legs and pooled onto the floor.

Her pussy was making sloppy wet sounds as she came down from her orgasm. I was nearing my own explosion when I pulled out and pulled her off of the table. She looked at me dreamily, with a confused expression. I spun her around and shoved her chest down onto the table.

I pulled up the damp nightgown and slapped her ass, producing a loud squeal.

I spread her ass cheeks and slid my cock into her pussy, bottoming out. I began to thrust roughly and slapped her ass again.

I have never been interested in bdsm. I’m still not. I had only smacked Karen’s ass once or twice as a joke. But I was somewhat angry at Jessica and spanking her turned me on a little.

She grunted as my hand landed on her cheek, the flesh rebounding. After the fifth or sixth swat, the skin began to glow, so I switched sides.

The table was now about halfway across the dining room and I glanced to the door, finally entertaining my fear.

Tiffany didn’t respect a doorbell for shit, what would she say if she walked in and saw me balls deep and fucking her young daughter on my dining room table.

What if David (and Cassandra) caught me cheating on his mother with Jessica?

At the moment, my little head was in charge as this little sexpot beneath me squealed and came in delight.

“Oh fuck, Jessi, oh fuck!” I moaned.

“Oh God, yes! Come Matt! Come!” She cried as orgasm too her again.

I was on the brink of splattering her cervix with baby batter, but I denied her and shot all over her ass crack and labia.

She whined and pouted as I collapsed into my chair. Jessica took off the nightgown and stood naked before me.

That goofy smile was back on her face as she kneeled before me.

“What the hell are you dooo-?!” Jessica took my softening penis in her hand and kissed it.

“Jessica?!” I questioned. She just smiled and kissed the head of my cock. Her tongue stuck out cautiously as she licked the leaking cum from the tip. She savored the flavor carefully and shrugged.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath during all of this, but I sucked in a lungful when Jessica’s lips closed over the head of my penis.

“No teeth, baby! Oh God!!”

Jessica corrected herself and slowly worked her way down my shaft. She only wend down about halfway before she went back up.

She moved into a rhythm, not to fast, as I coached her. She was a very good pupil when I directed her to use more tongue, less teeth, stroke the shaft with her fist, etc. Soon she was sucking me off like a pro, and I was getting close again.

“Baby, I’m gonna come. You better watch out if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

She said something, but I couldn’t understand it. I was just about there, watching her work.

“I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come!!”

“Uhhmmgh!” She said.

I shot into her mouth and she didn’t miss a beat; she kept going, swallowing my cum while she sucked.

I finally pulled her off of me. Her lips were glossy with my cum. She smiled.

“That wasn’t too bad, it was kinda like snot.” She said thoughtfully. I had no opinion.

“Did I do good?” She pleaded.

“Dammit, Jessi; I told you we can’t do it like this! We need to hash this out; go get cleaned up, and throw THIS in the washer!!”

She looked disappointed, but did as she was told. My stomach growled and I was suddenly reminded how ravenous I was.

The breakfast Jessica made was still lukewarm as I shoveled it into my mouth. I cleaned up the pool of our commingled cum, then went to the truck to gather my soiled clothes.

Jesica was just coming out of the bathroom as I tossed the clothes into the washer; I’d be damned if I left evidence as to our activities!

“Are you mad?” Asked Jessica, stepping into some plain white panties.

She pulled her blouse over her head as I thought of how to respond.

“I’m annoyed, little girl. I told you we couldn’t do this here! I also told you I wanted to wait until we could figure out how to do it without getting caught. Apparently I have no self will, so it’s my fault as well.” I said. She looked ready to cry.

“I’ve dreamed about doing these things with you for the last few years. I thought doing it once would be enough, but I can’t help it.” She cried. Her tears ran down her cheeks. I couldn’t hold her, I needed to keep my distance.

“What if your mom just walked in? What if David and Cassie came in? What would happen if they caught us in the middle?”

She was buttoning her jeans, tears falling to the floor.

“I locked the door?” She said. I hugged her, and kissed her wet hair; then disengaged quickly.

“We need to hash this out, but I gotta get ready.” I said, moving past her to the bathroom.

I took another shower to wash the stink of sex off of me. I paid extra attention to my junk. Finishing up, I shaved and headed out to my room.

I threw on an old t-shirt, some jeans, and my ratty sneakers; my around the house lazy clothes.

When I came out into the living room, Jessica was still there, sitting on the sofa.