Her full teenage breasts encased in a white lacy bra, the unbelievably firm and flat tummy, and her amazing slender thighs. My eyes continued to move downward, taking in the cute pink bikini panties she wore. What a view!
She stepped closer to me, and placed her arms around my neck, her beautiful face only inches away from mine.
“Yes, Tim, you heard me. I’m all yours!”
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Lexi: Living the Fantasy
An Original Story By Vile8r
The story competes in the Kristen's Board Memorial Contest.
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Lexi! My heart skipped a beat with the very sound of her name.
I know it's not politically correct to lust after my son’s girlfriend, and honestly it's not something I'm particularly proud of. Still, an almost forbidden carnal attraction has been an undeniable part of my feelings for Lexi from the moment we first met.
At 44-years-old, I'm no stranger to beautiful women of any age, so admittedly the effect she's had on me is bewildering. I'd probably attribute it to some type of pheromone, some biological explanation for why I'm drawn to her in the way that I am. I hate to admit that perhaps I’m just becoming a dirty old man….who lusts after teenage girls.
I know it's something much more than her statuesque good looks--something beyond the flowing mane of blonde hair, her hard, young figure, or those gorgeous blue eyes that seem to penetrate right through me. This girl is not just your typical high school hottie. She’s goddamned stunning ... a true teenage princess!
It's no wonder my pulse quickens every time I hear her name. I can't deny being just a tad jealous of my son, Trevor, but also very proud. It’s a pleasure to see my son has landed the hottest girl in his senior class! Well, he had the hottest girl.
Earlier, this afternoon, he walked into my study after getting home from school. He was munching on a banana, and I could tell he had something on his mind.
I've heard constant stories from friends of how their once loveable children grew up to be reclusive teens that barely resembled their younger selves. After my wife, Christine, died eight years ago when she was hit by a drunk driver who went through a red light, I worked especially hard at maintaining open communication with my son where we could discuss anything that was on his mind. If I didn't make the time when he wanted to talk, the odds were low that I'd get a second chance.
It was then that he proceeded to tell me that he and Lexi had broken up. Had broken up and he had already met a new girl.
"Yeah, her name's Julie and she's great, Dad. She's pretty, and she’s smart, and she's funny. I really like her.”
"Does Lexi know about this Julie?"
"Yeah, she does."
As I tried to take in what he had just told me, all I could think about was how I wouldn't see Lexi again. We were just getting so close too. As ridiculous as it sounds, it felt at times that Lexi and I had dates of our own. Sometimes when she and Trevor would stop by the house after a game, he'd end up watching ESPN in his room while she and I stayed up chatting for hours.
We talked about everything from the recent movies we'd seen, to our opinions on politics. In a twisted way, I felt I was breaking up with her too. One thing was certain; I was going to miss her much more than I cared to admit.
She was a girl with an awesome personality, but I also could not get over her looks. At only 18, she was a true head-turner. Lexi was a girl with a body that truly, “could start a war!” Gorgeous, blonde hair, angelic face, nice, perky ass, and long legs.
I still recall the day I was out by my pool and Trevor and Lexi showed up. Lexi was wearing this sexy, and I do mean sexy ... red bikini? I didn’t mean to stare that day, but it was just….. hard not to notice how little her bathing suit was covering! I was surprised her parents let her out of the house wearing something that skimpy.
Yeah, I was sure gonna miss having that around. The more I thought about that, it kinda pissed me off. Typical spoiled teenage boy! You’ve got the most gorgeous girl in the whole town, and yet you want more, you little punk!
Teenagers! They were just never smart enough to know how good they had it.
Before he left, though, Trevor told me something that was rather intriguing.
“Lexi told me to tell she’ll miss you. You know, she always thought you were pretty cool for a dad, and she thought you were handsome,” Trevor laughed.
"Really?" Handsome? I thought, my shoulders straightening and my chest expanding. "When did she say that?"
"Oh, one day we were just talking and she was saying that she was so amazed that a guy your age and you weren't bald. Her dad is almost totally bald. Then she went on to say that you were pretty good-looking for your age.”
I did feel a little flattered and excited hearing that. When you get to be in your mid-forties and hear that some young pretty girl thinks you’re good-looking, it’s a nice boost to the old ego.
You get to say to yourself, Yeah, still got it! I suddenly felt about twenty years younger!
Trevor had left and I was expecting him home until later. He had a football practice and then his coach was buying pizza for the team while they went over their new playbook. Then he was going to meet up with his new girlfriend. He didn’t expect to be home until at least nine.
"Have fun." I told him and spun around in my chair. I groaned as I remembered the paperwork from the office that I had to finish.
A few minutes passed and I heard the front door close behind him. I grabbed a beer from the fridge before returning to my number crunching. As I tried to work, I couldn't shake the emptiness that came from knowing I might never see Lexi again.
"Fuck it," I mumbled out loud, realizing I wasn't going to get anything done now, not after hearing Trevor's news.
My hand reached for the mouse and floated the cursor across the screen, closing the spreadsheet before launching a word-processing program. Finding the directory named "\private\fiction", I double-clicked on the file called 'lexi.doc' and waited with a sense of guilty anticipation.
The hard drive sprung to life with a whir, and the screen filled with the familiar words I'd read so many times before...
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Tim, here's my attempt at a short story around the fantasy you mentioned. I tried to match the details as best I could based on your descriptions. Hope it's what you were after. Btw, this Lexi sounds like a real hottie...
Enjoy,
~Lou
“My Afternoon With Lexi" by Lou Handee
As I stood at the sliding glass door watching silently, Lexi's presence captivated me in the usual way. Summers in my part of the country are blazingly hot, with the only alternatives for comfort, an air-conditioned room or submersion in a swimming pool of cool water. Thankfully, Lexi had chosen the latter and, even better, it was my backyard she'd picked for lounging on this sweltering afternoon.
I raised the icy glass of tea to my lips, feeling the chilled condensation on my fingertips as I watched her recline onto the chaise lounge, lifting herself high enough to adjust her scant red bikini bottoms. I must have stood there in silence for five minutes before moving to the refrigerator. I refilled my glass of tea and grabbed one for her, before stepping through the sliding glass door and into the oven-like heat.
I wondered if she had fallen asleep, as she didn't acknowledge the sound of my approach. Stepping up next to her lounge chair, I paused, staring down at the hourglass-shaped form that lay before me.
Magnificent…..she was simply magnificent! I could see my reflection in the mirror of the tortoise-shell Raybans that covered her eyes. The scant bathing suit she was wearing barely protected the most sun-sensitive areas of her body. Small swatches of material that hid her nipples from view were rising and falling with heavy, sedated breaths.
My gaze roamed to her flat stomach that glistened from a thin layer of perspiration, as my nostrils drank in the sweet scent of cocoa butter. Lower, my gaze fell to the matching red triangle that hid the delicious area between her legs from the harsh rays of the summer sun.
"Is that mine?" she asked, startling me out of my daydream.
My eyes returned to hers. She stared up at me, pushing her sunglasses to a perched position on top of her head.
"I thought you were asleep."
"Just resting my eyes," she answered, using her hand as a visor to block the sun.
I handed her the glass. "Yes, this is for you. I thought you might be thirsty."
"Thanks."
She arched herself up on her elbows, taking and sipping the iced tea, before rolling the chilled glass back and forth across her chest. "Is your son gone?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Yes, he is gone. He'll be gone for several hours."
"So, we're all alone?"
"Very alone," I replied.
She stared up at me, her beautiful blue eyes shining with the possibilities.
"Do you have suntan lotion on?" she asked. "If you don't, you might burn. I have some here."
She lowered the glass of iced tea to the cool deck beside her chair, and held up a dark brown bottle with the words ‘Hawaiian Tropic’ on the front.
"If you want...I can rub some on you?"
I smiled and pulled a chair next to hers, dragging my t-shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. She moved to a seated position as I reclined on my back. Smiling that wonderful smile, she held the bottle over her outstretched hand, squeezing out a slender stream of clear oil that formed a pool in her palm.
Gently she touched me, caressing my thighs, the warm oil allowing her hands to skate effortlessly across my skin.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered, her fingertips running higher, occasionally drifting under my swimsuit.
I smiled and nodded as I closed my eyes and drank up the summer heat, listening to the sound of more oil filling her hands, squeaking as she rubbed her palms together to absorb the excess. Both hands returned to my thighs, kneading my flesh and riding immediately up and under the flaps of my swimsuit. My cock was thickening with the sensation, as she rubbed harder and deeper.
She paused, and I opened my eyes to see her reaching behind her back, drawing on the string that held her bikini top in place. With a couple of short tugs, the top fell down her shoulders and into her hands. Her breasts were sensational.
Not particularly large, but firm, with thick, puffy nipples that were in pink contrast to the milky white skin previously hidden from view.
"Why don't you pull down your suit?" she purred, throwing the bikini top next to my t-shirt.
I did as I was told, raising my hips and working my trunks down my thighs. Exposed, my hard cock sprang to life, ready for some of the attention that my thighs had been receiving. She grinned in anticipation, pouring more oil from the bottle as I stretched out nude on the chaise-lounge.
My body shivered as she touched my knee, rising slowly higher until I ached for more. I didn't have to wait long, as I felt her oil-soaked palm pick up my cock, delivering a slow, sensuous stroke as the fingertips of her other hand massaged my balls.
Within seconds, the oil wasn't necessary, as my body was producing all the lubrication required, leaving me moaning and begging for more. Faster she stroked, her young breasts jiggling with the motion of her pumping fist. As my orgasm approached, she eased her grip, then stood up, and forced a thumb in either side of her bikini bottoms, teasingly pushing them down her thighs like panties before stepping out to reveal a triangle of blonde pubic hair.
"Can we fuck now?" she asked, biting her lower lip and climbing onto my lap. Hovering over me, she rubbed her pussy up and down my cock...
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The story continued, but I didn't need to keep reading. I'd read it so many times before that I could recite every word and every delicious detail of the fantasy. I closed my eyes and paused long enough to push my pants down further as I leaned back in the chair.
Pretty bad, I know: 44-years-old and I'm sitting in front of a computer, jerking off to an erotic story where my son's 18-year-old girlfriend plays the starring role. Well, former girlfriend now! It was hitting home to me how much my desire for her was consuming me.
"Lexi...sweet Lexi," I whispered out loud, my hips raising from the chair as I pumped faster, my eyes closed, my mind filled with images of our nude bodies coming together under the warm sunshine. That's when the doorbell rang.
Faster I stroked, squeezing my eyes shut, and trying to hold the image of Lexi firmly in my mind. My fist wrapped tighter around my cock. I was so close to coming. The doorbell rang again...and then again...and finally my hard-on started to fade.
Damn it! I was sure it was one of those kids selling fucking magazine subscriptions. I wrestled my trousers up around my hips, shut down the story file, and stumbled towards the front door. Pausing, I buckled my belt as I stooped down to look out the peephole, expecting to see some pre-pubescent little brat chewing gum and holding an order pad.
"Holy shit!" I muttered under my breath.
I stood up quickly, my heart racing as I straightened my shirt. With one last check to ensure my zipper was up, I opened the door.
"Lexi, uhhh, this is a surprise," I said, my breathing as laboured as if she'd just walked in and discovered me instead of only ringing the doorbell.
"Hey, Tim. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"
"Interrupt anything?" I answered, trying to find my breath. "No, actually I was just...I was just finishing up with some work I had brought home. You just missed Trevor, though. He's not here."
"Yeah, I know. But I’m not here for Trevor. Actually, I came to talk to you, if you could spare a few minutes."
"Talk to me? Yeah sure, come on in."
"You're sure I'm not interrupting?"
"I'm positive."
Through all the embarrassing confusion, I hadn't realized how hot her outfit was. Lexi was wearing a sleeveless sundress. It was very complimentary to her figure, accenting the awesome tight curves of her hips and ass. Lexi was one of those girls who had the innate ability to make just about anything look good on her.
The dress was short--deliciously short—and was white with a yellow belt that encircled her slender waist. Never a girl to wear too much makeup, today she was wearing some bright, crimson lipstick.
"You, uhhh, look nice today, Lexi,” I complimented her.
She giggled, flashing me her gorgeous smile.
"You like? Thank you so much, Tim! You’re always so nice.”
“Yeah…..yeah, I do like it,” I said, trying to not stare too much. “It’s, uhhhh, it’s cute…..very cute."
I followed as she strolled through the entryway and into the living area, brushing the furniture with her fingertips as she walked. God, she did have a beautiful rear end!
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I really need to talk to somebody…and you and I have always been able to talk. So, is that okay?"
"Yeah...of course."
She sat on one of the chairs I had in the living room, her dress riding up her hip. Something about her mood was different.
"I don't really know where to start," she said, her blue eyes looking vacant.
I took a seat on the couch across from her. "I know what happened, Lexi,” I said to her “Trevor told me about you two breaking up."
“Well, Trevor has made his bed, so now he has to sleep in it, that’s all I have to say,” Lexi commented. “But I’m not here to talk about that. We’ll let bygones be bygones.”
"You know, Tim,” she continued on. “You've always been so easy to talk to...much easier than all my friends' dads."
I was flattered that she thought so highly of our friendship and enjoyed talking to me so much. It made me even more guilty about thinking of her in the ways that I had.
"Well, I'm going to miss you, Lexi. I'm sure we'll still see each other... around."
I tried to keep my voice light, to hide the emptiness that I was feeling.
Before I had time to react, she had wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. I was hesitant, keeping my arms at bay. When she didn't pull away, I slowly cupped her waist with my hands. This was the closest that I'd ever been to her physically. I could smell the perfume she was wearing, feel her hair as it brushed my cheek, her breasts as they pressed into my sweater. Without thinking, I took more of her into my arms, pulling her closer.
"Anytime you want to talk, I'm here," I said, squeezing her, not wanting to let her go.
"Tim," she whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Lexi?"
"You're hugging me so tight I can't breathe."
Quickly I stepped back. "I'm sorry...I'm just a hugger."
She laughed. "It's okay. You're a good hugger and I needed a hug. I could use something to drink now too, if that offer is still good."
"Of course it's good."
I went to the refrigerator and poured us both some iced tea. I returned to find her standing near the sliding glass door, staring out towards the pool area.
"Oh, thanks," she said, taking the glass that I handed her. "You have such a really beautiful backyard. I’m going to miss it."
She took a sip from her tea, looking out into the backyard again. "Those chairs out there...that’s where we did it, right?"
I wasn't sure I'd heard her completely. I stepped up and looked at where she was referring. "Excuse me?"
"Those chaise-lounge chairs next to the pool. That’s where we made love...in that story, isn’t it?"
My heart jumped with her words. She continued to stare out the window, avoiding any eye contact. Part of me was sure that I had heard her wrong, but then again, her words were unmistakable.
"What story?" I croaked.
She turned to me, her cheeks colored pink. "That story you wrote...you know, the one where I rubbed the suntan lotion on you….all over….and then we….you know?”
"Oh my God," I groaned, turning my back and taking a deep breath.
I searched desperately for how to respond. I could try to play dumb, but it was obvious she knew about the story, although how I couldn't imagine. This was very embarrassing…..and humiliating. My perversions were being exposed
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"Lexi…..I'm sooooo very sorry," I said, my back still to her.
She set her empty glass down before turning to face me, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What are you sorry about?"
"How do you know about the story? Nobody knows about that story, not even Trevor. God, at least I don't think he knows."
My heart sank with the realization that he might also have read it. To me, having a story like that about somebody so familiar was crossing a forbidden line. It was just fantasy--a very private fantasy--one that I never intended to share with anybody, much less him or Lexi!
In that way it seemed acceptable. But now that it had been discovered--now what? One thing I did know: I loved my son more than anything in the world and my relationship with him was all I really had to hold on to.
"I didn't tell him about it," she said, drawing me back to the conversation. "If he knows, it's not because of me."
The confidence in her voice led me to believe her.
"How did you find it?" I asked.
"I was over here studying with Trevor one night. I'm not sure where you were. Anyway, we were both working on stuff that needed a computer, and he said I could use yours if I wanted to work from here. I accidentally saved my book report on your hard drive and when I did a search looking for it--"
"Up popped the story file."
She smiled. "Yep, I know I shouldn't have read it, I’m sorry, but when I realized it was about me...I couldn't stop. But I didn’t want Trevor to see it, so I emailed the file to myself…...and I’ve been reading it at home.”
I felt stupid for being so careless. Why had I never thought to password-protect it? Trevor had his own computer, and with only the two of us living in the house, I had no reason to believe that anyone else would find that story file and certainly not Lexi.
"Well, you have no idea right now, how embarrassing this is for me. You must really think I’m just the biggest pervert around."
She smiled. "I don't, okay? I was incredibly flattered. But one question--who's Lou Handee?"
She broke into a giggle and I found myself joining in.
I was still twelve shades of red, and I could barely make eye contact with her as I began to explain. "For a few years now….since Trevor’s mom has been gone, I’ve been getting into…...reading….online erotica. I was just….you know…..lonely….and I needed a release.”
Lexi put her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, Tim. You don’t need to be so embarrassed. I know a lot of people who read online erotica. A lot of my friends do it….hell even me!”
“Yeah, but not usually stories….about themselves!”
“Well...no…..but….carry on.”
I took a deep breath and continued. “So I was on a site that featured mostly amateur authors who write and publish erotic stories. I came across this Lou Handee fella and he had several pretty good stories involving….. well, you know…. older men and….. younger girls ... teen girls! Not little kids! Oh God, no! I’d never read shit like that, but…...teenagers….girls your age, and in their early twenties. The stories were really good and creative. So I sent him a message and asked him if he could develop a few scenes around a girl I knew.”
“Me!” Lexi stated.
I sheepishly nodded. “Yes….you.”
“He agreed and I sent him another message telling him about you, and he put it into a story for me. I didn't tell him who you are in real life or anything like that, just what you looked like, that type of thing."
“You were thinking of me in my red bikini, weren’t you?” Lexi asked.
“Yeah…..I can’t lie,” I smiled. “I was.”
"It was after that day Trevor and I were over here laying by the pool, wasn't it?" she queried.
"Yeah….yeah….that's the day that inspired it."
"I thought so." She made me start to blush again. "I could see the way you looked at me that day, you know?”
“Oh God!” I looked down at the floor. “It was that obvious? You must just be thinking I’m a dirty old man.”
“No!” Lexi laughed, putting her hand on my shoulder again. “Quit being so hard on yourself. I actually found it….flattering, that you’d look at me….like that.”
I was just still so embarrassed. It didn’t seem to be bothering her, but it was sure bothering me.
“So you have….. fantasized….about me?" she asked in a meek voice.”You’ve actually thought about having sex with me?”
I was slow to answer. "I have….yes. I know it’s…...very…..inappropriate….but I can’t deny it...after all, you read the story!"
She laughed nervously. "That's so cool. I never had any idea."
"Well, I did my best to keep it a secret. It's not very cool to be fantasizing about your son's girlfriend. Especially when I’m old enough to be your father."
She laughed, and brushed some hair away from her face.
“Well, now it’s time I told you about my secret, Tim. Really, it’s not so much a secret….it’s more like a confession."
“A confession?”
“I know it sounds weird, Tim, but I have always really had this thing…..for older men. Boys my own age...mehhh, take ‘em or leave ‘em. But an older….good-looking….mature man….it gets me all…..well, you know!” Lexi blushed and looked down at the floor.
A sudden realization hit me. I didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t want it to be true, but there was no way I could ignore it any longer.
I wanted her! Oh, how I wanted her. I had obsessed over Lexi. When I knew she was coming over to see Trevor, I’d be almost giddy, wondering what kind of outfit I’d get to see her wearing. Getting to see that beautiful face and those awesome legs and that…..that goddamned tight body!
“After I read that story,“ she said, “that was when I knew we had to be together, that we were meant to be together! Now ... I can be all yours!”
What happened next was too amazing to describe. Lexi reached around behind her back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall down off her. My mouth must have been hanging open a mile wide, as my eyes drank in Lexi’s beautiful body.
Her full teenage breasts encased in a white lacy bra, the unbelievably firm and flat tummy, and her amazing slender thighs. My eyes continued to move downward, taking in the cute pink bikini panties she wore. What a view!
She stepped closer to me, and placed her arms around my neck, her beautiful face only inches away from mine.
“Yes, Tim, you heard me. I’m all yours!”
My mouth was dry and I could barely speak. I’m sure she could hear my heart pounding.
“Don’t you like what you see?” she whispered.
“Oh Lexi, I more than like what I see!”
“I knew you would!” she smiled.
Something came over me, like a total loss of self-control. I pulled her towards me, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her passionately. The scent of her perfume was amazing, and the minute her warm lips touched mine, I thought my cock was going to explode in my pants.
We stopped for a moment to catch our breaths. Lexi stroked my face and kissed me gently on the lips again.
I pushed her bra up over her tits and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and tugged at it slowly. Lexi let out a groan and I moved further. I grabbed her other breast and started kneading it, pulling on her nipple and letting her unbelievably soft skin brush against my face.
My hands grabbed at every inch of flesh available within reach. My tongue was exploring her small mouth and she ground her hips against me.
Lexi squeezed my cock through my pants.
“I want you, Tim,” she whispered. “I want every inch of you inside me!”
I picked her up by the hips and her legs locked around me. I spun around and pushed her against the wall. We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.
“I want your cock……I want it……I want it!” she was panting.
Holding her against the wall, I somehow got my pants and underwear pushed down far enough, that my hard cock was able to spring free. Lexi was so impatient, she was reaching down between us and pulling her panties to the side.
“In me……get it in me!” she whimpered.
Wow! I had never been with a girl so cock-hungry as this one. She was literally panting with excitement.
Her warm, soft fingers brushed against my shaft and her eyes grew big as she tried to glance down at my erect manhood.
“Wow, you are way bigger than Trevor!”
I have to say, I have always been quite satisfied with my package. At well over eight inches, and quite thick, I’ve never had any woman complain that I didn’t fill her up.
“Now get that beautiful cock inside me!”
I notched the tip against her wet slit; her pussy was just soaked. Bucking my hips, I was inside, slamming so hard against the wall, a picture fell down. Lexi had her arms around my neck hanging on, and my hands dug into her tender hips.
That was it! I was in! I had my dick inside an incredibly hot and sexy 18-year-old! It was unbelievable. All my fantasies were coming true, and I was fucking Lexi!
I was powering in and out like a piston. She was so wet and lubricated, there was absolutely no resistance……and soooo tight, like a rubber band wrapped around me. It was the most gorgeous, silky, pussy I’d ever fucked.
Lexi let out a scream……not a sharp one…but a small shrill squeal of delight.
“IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH FUCK! Yesssssssssss…pound that cock into me, Tim! Fuck meeeeeeee……….”
“Goddamn Lexi……..you feel so fucking awesome!”
“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you inside me, Tim! Ohhhhhhh yesssss!”
Stroking and thrusting non-stop…….I fucked Lexi like an animal……like a goddamn animal! I was filled with nothing but primal lust for this girl! Savage, animal craving!
At one point I was afraid I was hurting her and began to slow down. But as she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and kept pleading for me to fuck her hard and deep, I realized she was loving every bit of it.
“I want to fuck you so hard, Lexi……I want to……just fuck you……!” I grunted.
Then I stopped and pulled out. I pushed her to the floor so she was on her knees, bracing her hands against the edge of the couch. I stripped my pants completely off and knelt behind Lexi.
I positioned myself for entry, and drove my hips forward, making her cry out, as once again, I was sinking into her delicious, wet channel from behind, proceeding to fuck her with absolute abandon. All the way in, then all the way out--long thrusts as my strong hands gripped around her hips.
My hard cock pumped in and out of her, our bodies slapping together. Lexi was pushing back against me and she was starting to whimper. It was a little-girl whimper, not the lustful moans I'd heard before. I could feel her cunt spasm as I filled her with more of my cock.
"Coming….Tim!" she gasped. "Oh, God……I'm coming!"
"Come for me, Lexi," I moaned in return.
Harder and faster, I fucked her as the waves of her orgasm hit. She seemed close to tears, and truthfully, so was I.
"You can come too if you're ready," she finally whispered. "It's okay."
She looked over her shoulder at me, a pleasurable, tranquil shimmer in her blue eyes.
I didn't want the fantasy to end, but her words, our eye contact, her beautiful, serene expression, all worked together to push me closer and closer to the edge.
I sped up my thrusts as the sensations of my own orgasm started to build.
“Come inside me, Tim! It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
I could feel a surge of incredible intensity as hot cum raced up my shaft. My cock jerked and spasmed inside of her, as all the passion and emotion I'd felt for her erupted in wave after wave.
“Yes!” she squealed. “It feels so fucking awesome…..your cum is inside me…..yesssss!”
I could feel my cock, still twitching inside her, her tight vaginal muscles squeezing and milking the shaft.
“Ohhh, you fuck way better than Trevor,” she cooed. “I always knew it would be amazing!”
I slipped out of her tight hole, as I began to process what had just happened.
I have just fucked the girl of my dreams! My son’s ex-girlfriend! She is only eighteen and I’m forty-four but we fucked like wild beasts!
To know that my cock had been inside such a youthful, pretty girl, was extremely arousing.
I was still trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe I just fucked you, Lexi.”
“Well, believe it,” Lexi grinned. “And the best part of all….you’ll be getting to do it again. I plan on us fucking a lot, Tim.”
Then her fingertips were on my thigh, searching for my cock. Her hand wrapped around me and she began to slowly stroke and massage my shaft back into hardness. I laid back and smiled. Time for Round Two!
THE END
