The birds were chirping when Nick woke to the sound of his son coo-ing, and the pervasive emptiness of the mattress beside him. The man blinked his eyes open, squinting blearily at the alarm clock. It was 8am, a Saturday, so he didn’t have to go to work, But where was his wife?
The man scratched at his cheek through his now full blonde beard as he released a loud yawn. From the foot of the bed, in his crib, Noah kicked his legs and babbled gleefully. Instantly, a smile overtook Nick’s face, the warmth of parental adoration flooding through him. “Good morning to you, too, buddy.” Nick looked around the room, tilted his head to peak through the door of the bathroom. No Sarah. He shuffled out of bed and scooped his baby boy into his arms, rubbing soothing circles into the infant’s back as he wandered out of their bedroom and through the rest of the house. Sarah had been gracious enough to allow him to sleep in the bed again when Noah was born, mostly so she could nudge him to get up every time Noah cried throughout the night. Not once had she woken up to feed or change him. But Nick was used to her self-concern, and took care of his son without resentfulness. Today, however, as he realized Sarah wasn’t in the house, he felt genuine anger well up inside of him.
With his cellphone held to his ear with his shoulder as he gave Noah a bottle of formula, he learned through a frustrated conversation with Sarah that she’d decided she “needed some time away from all the baby stuff”, and had gotten up and left to go visit her sister for a week or two without even so much as whispering it to Nick before she left.
The man set his son down to wiggle and kick in his crib as he took his conversation into another room, hushedly but angrily accusing Sarah of being a bad mother. She immediately threw low insults at him, and then before he could reason with her, she hung up the phone and ignored every attempt he made to call her afterwards. Oh, god, how he wished he could divorce the sad excuse for a wife that she’d become.
Instead, now frustrated, he sauntered back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. A few moments of debate passed before he pulled out his phone again and texted Ariel. “Come over” was all he said. He received a simple “okay” in response.
If Sarah wanted to up and abandon him with the baby, he didn’t feel bad about spending his time with Ariel instead.
Only about half an hour passed before the chime of the doorbell echoed through the house. He’d just finished making breakfast and Noah had fallen asleep. Luckily the boy was a deep sleeper, and wasn’t startled by the noise. Nick met Ariel at the door, glancing around outside to make sure none of his neighbors had seen her, and invited her in. They shared a long but tender hug at the door, a brief but silent kiss, and then he led her to the kitchen.
“So I’m assuming your wife isn’t home?” Ariel asked absentmindedly, trailing closely behind Nick. They hadn’t been able to see each other much at all since the baby was born, since Nick was expected to be home pretty much immediately after his shift ended at the school, and since Ariel was in his last class of the day, she couldn’t even linger and chat for longer than a few minutes. Still, they managed to pound the desire out of one another every so often. The first day back from his paternal leave, he’d spent so much time with her after class that when he got home, Sarah was livid enough to hit and punch him and threaten to leave with Noah.
“No, she decided she doesn’t want to be a mother for the weekend,” Nick answered, stabbing at his food with a fork. Ariel noticed this and quickly stole his toast, earning a playful eyeroll from the man. “Why do you gotta do that? You can see I’m trying to wallow in my anger and regretful life choices. And you just have to steal my toast and show me your gorgeous smile and sit *all* the way over there–” he gestured at the two feet that separated them, “–and prevent me from losing my fucking mind.” The teacher paused, stealing the toast back and pushing the full plate to her instead. “I’ll have you know, that I would *like* to lose my mind right now.” He smirked, chuckling through bites.
“Oh yeah?” Ariel started, her big brown eyes locking onto his. A small smile toyed on her lips as she took a bite of fruit. “In what way?” The young woman leaned back into the chair, and when she did so her chest rose for him. Despite the season, the young woman was wearing just an oversized t-shirt and shorts, so short that he wouldn’t have noticed them if not for the movement she made. And, just as he loved, no bra.
“In a lot of ways. Starting with you–” he grabbed onto the seat of her chair and yanked it over adjacent to his, “–over here.” The teenager seized the opportunity to climb from her chair into his lap and straddle him. Nick’s attention quickly abandoned his food and he took handfuls of her cushiony ass into his grip. Squeezing forcefully and then guiding her into a grind atop of him. His cock hardened against the feeling, the familiar need to fuck her flooding through him. The familiar soft rosy perfume flooding his mind. Ariel had shed her own playfulness now and took Nick’s face into her dainty hands, advancing to kiss him deeply but Nick wasn’t done being playful yet. His fingers wound into her hair and grabbed a fistful, pulling her head back so that she was arched in his lap, and he could press kisses into her neck. “Knock it off, hornball,” he mumbled against her skin, but she didn’t stop her grinding. Through her shorts he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his bulge, which was now straining painfully against his pants. “I haven’t even finished breakfast. Where do you think I’m supposed to get the energy to fuck you from?”
The young woman wasn’t having it. He could tell how quickly he’d lit the fire beneath her in the way she groaned , frustrated, in response to him, following with a whine, bucking her hips gently against his erection, “Nick, *please*.”
Nick groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, feeling his cock twitch violently. His eyes fell closed for a moment as he guided her again, rubbing her puffy little mound onto him roughly. “Why you beggin’ me, baby girl?” From behind, his fingers reached into her shorts and tugged the fabric to the side so he could rub his fingers into her warm pussy. Already swollen and slippery, it tightened involuntarily around his fingers as they pushed through her tightness. Slowly, he thrusted them, her walls warm. “You want it that badly?”
Ariel moaned desperately, her dainty fingers gripping onto his hair now, holding on for dear life. “Yes, Mr. Kennedy. I want to feel it so badly. It’s been so long… since I last felt your cock inside me…”
Nick chuckled. “I know… you’re just as tight as the day I first did this.” Her pussy throbbed suddenly around his fingers, at the memory he figured. His heart rate was picking up, and his cock was painfully rigid against her smooth thigh. “Fuck Ariel, you’re so wet. Have you even been trying to take care of yourself?” Nick asked casually, though his fingers were oscillating inside of her, pulling out only to be shoved right back in. He studied the girl’s face intently… The small ‘o’ her lips formed, the way her eyes tipped back into her head, the way her whole face scrunched up when he padded at her g-spot.
But she wasn’t listening to him, it seemed. She was too preoccupied to answer his question. Instead she just moaned out his name desperately, the tightness of her pussy thumping in unison with her breaths, around his now slick fingers. So, he withdrew them, rubbed her swollen lips through the fabric of her panties for just a moment, before extending his arm to pick his fork back up and stab into his food again.
“Hey!” she objected immediately, whining as she rubbed her sore pussy on his now very engorged cock. He was always so calm and collected, as if it wasn’t thickened and ready to stretch her open. “Ughhh,” she whimpered, laying her head down on his shoulder in defeat to mumble innocently into his shirt, “Why’d you stop fingering me, Mr. Kennedy?”
As Nick chewed, he ran a hand through her hair and then cupped her face. “Because you, my insatiable love, don’t know how to answer my questions when I’m fingering you.” Ariel chewed on her lip, trying to steal a kiss from him and restart their teasing without offering him a response. Nick stopped her by the throat, squeezing his hand around her neck affectionately. Beneath them, he felt her pussy leak through the fabric, soaking his own boxers. “Aht, aht. You still haven’t answered me, baby girl. Have you been rubbing your pussy?” The girl shook her head against his choke, timidly, as if she expected to be scolded. “Mmm. Not even a little bit?” She shook her head again, dropping her gaze from his. Nick’s hand snaked down from her throat to cup around one of her tits through her shirt. “Why you torturing yourself, baby?”
The teenager’s head fell back in pleasure with Nick’s fingers pinching down on her sensitive nipples. Her back was arched completely for him in his lap, ready for him to fuck her. “It never feels as good as when you do it…” she whispered back, daring to grind into him again, slowly this time.
“We’ve got a lot to catch up on then, don’t we?” Nick answered, before finally gripping onto the back of her neck to push her lips into his, to kiss her deeply, and then push back in his chair and stand up with her legs wound around his waist, his cock tenting out of his boxers and Ariel resting, pussy first, on it. He gave her a moment to kick off her shorts and panties onto the linoleum. Then Nick pressed Ariel up against the wall, yanking his boxers down quickly, and allowing his cock to spring free, swinging densely in the air before he captured it in his hand, and guided it up. Throbbing and heavy, he dragged the head of his cock up and down her pussy, gathering her own juices to rub them into her clit and then all the way up to her asshole. They continued to devour one another’s mouths until he rested at her entrance. Ariel stopped for a moment with a small anticipatory gasp, preparing herself for the impact. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly ajar, but Nick trained his own gaze on her face, watching as it blended from apprehension to bliss in hues of pink as he advanced forward, trying to squeeze his thick cock into her unsuccessfully. He wasn’t surprised. When he didn’t keep her stretched open regularly, she always tightened back up into an impossibly small hole. He just couldn’t fit it inside her the first try, every time. Half of the head squeezed in before he withdrew, her tight little hole clinging to it on its retreat. The man groaned desperately at the feeling, and beneath him Ariel whimpered. She’d opened her eyes now, and as he tried to push it back in, moving slowly through the tightness, they gazed deeply into one another.
Nick released another pained groan as he felt total resistance again, forcing himself to drag his cock out, the impossible tightness of her pussy maddening. His eyes fell closed, cheeks taking on their own reddened hue as he tried to focus. For a moment, he sat with his cock throbbing just with the head inside, taking in measured breaths. Somehow, Ariel’s walls squeezed down rhythmically on the head of his cock, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through him. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not throw all caution to the wind and start ramming into her. But he knew if he did that, he’d hurt her, and not in the way she liked. So he propped his palm against the wall beside her head and inhaled deeply, exiting her again with a loud slurp. “Unnng,” he grunted. His cock was painfully hard now, ridged with bulging veins.
“Try again?” Ariel whimpered, her petite hand reaching out to rest against Nick’s face. Her pussy was dripping onto the floor below them. Nick only knew because he felt it drip onto his foot. She was so extremely wet, but still so extremely tight too.
“We’ll get it in,” he reassured, gently working her pussy open with his cock, until it gave away enough for him to start pushing forward again. As his thick cock squeezed into her, her walls sunk down onto it, impossibly… impossibly tight. Nick kept his eyes shut, focusing, until he was shoved in to the hilt. Ariel breathed heavily for a moment, her walls pulsating around it, swelling up around it. “How does it feel inside you?” he whispered, still, and finding the girl’s eyes.
“B-Big,” she answered simply, breathlessly, too filled up to dare and take a deeper breath. Not until Nick dragged himself out and thrust forward purposefully. She inhaled sharply, her toes curling. “R-really big…”
“I know, honey… I know…” Nick started slowly, thrusting at a measured pace, to let her get used to the feeling again. But after a few moments, the need to *own* her overtook him. He couldn’t be gentle anymore. Not with her leaking around him. Not with her walls such a vice.
He began pounding, her ass smacking forcibly into the wall behind her. She hung onto him for dear life as he fucked her pussy, now violently, unrestrained and unconcerned. Her pussy clung to his cock with every thrust, and they panted together at the feeling. Her pussy was thumping erratically around him, her tits lobbing up and down on her chest. Through her t-shirt, he could see her puckered nipples, hard and pointed upwards. Ariel rested her face into the crook of his neck, crying out in pleasure, moaning and whining as though she were in pain. But the way she bucked her hips against him to meet his thrusts told him otherwise. “M-Mr. Kennedyyyy,” she whined, over and over, louder and louder, more serious with every new utter, until she was staring into his eyes and stating his name matter-of-factly as his cock rammed aggressively into her. Her eyes were tipping into the back of her head, she was catching and holding onto her breath. They both became silent, thumping with euphoria, and just as Nick’s balls tightened up, and he began pumping heavy cum deep inside of his student, he heard the front door creek open.
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So because I left this off on a cliff-hanger, I absolutely p r o m i s e I will update tomorrow! I’m just too sleepy to keep writing :)
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