The Fight [MF] [Age Difference] [Cheating] [Creampie]

As soon as I locked my apartment door behind me, I heard my neighbors’ door swing open. I looked up and saw Melissa, a college student back on spring break, standing in the door frame.

“I could hear you two fighting,” she said. She was wearing a loose pink top and yoga pants.

“Sorry,” I responded quickly, beginning to walk down the hall. It was true — my wife and I had been in an argument that had gotten a little loud. I had decided to go on a walk to give her some space.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Melissa said, lingering in the door. As I got closer, I realized she had chosen not to wear a bra. I also, for the first time, noticed how she had grown from the awkward high schooler I had known into an attractive young woman with ample breasts and a very enticing smile.

Her grin was on full display when she caught me looking at her nipples, which were poking through her shirt. She peaked down the hall, making sure no one was watching. “Hey, do you want to see them?”

Before I could protest, she pulled the neck of her shirt down to expose her massive young globes.

“You’re going to get yourself into trouble,” I warned. I was in no mood to be teased. The fight with my wife had put me on edge, and testosterone was flowing through my bloodstream.

She smiled, pressing her ample tits together. “Isn’t that the point?” She looked down at her own cleavage and then back at me. “You know, my parents are away for the afternoon. Maybe you’d like to blow off some steam?” She posed in the door, finger in her mouth.

Her tits were gorgeous and her legs were smooth. I wanted to touch them both. I thought about how her young body would look as it accepted my thick cock between her legs.

But she was young, 19, which was the better part of two decades younger than me. And, most importantly, this all felt like a trap.

“Come on,” Melissa whispered, sensing my inner conflict. She reached a hand toward my semi-hard cock. “No one will have to know.”

“I don’t know,” I barely mustered any words as her fingertips traced a line around the growing hardness in my pants. “Melissa, we shouldn’t…”

“It sure feels like we should,” she countered, cupping my now-hardened cock in her palm. Her other hand traced  a line from her mouth to her nipple.

I was already worked up from the argument with my wife, and I wasn’t exactly in state of mind that encouraged loyalty to our marriage. Now, Melissa’s hand on my crotch and the sight of her touching her own exposed breasts was simply too much. And there was that damn enticing smile on her face…

My mind shut down and my body took over. I put my hands on her waist and pushed her into her parents’ apartment. I turned around to shut and lock the door; by the time I turned back around, Melissa was on her knees in front of me, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang into view.

Melissa immediately went to work, licking and touching my twitching rod. Her young age showed, as she was more eager than skilled. But the feeling of her hot tongue on the tip of my dick and the sight of my cock parting her young lips was more than enough to cause a drop of precum form on the tip of my penis.

Any other time, I might have been satisfied with letting my college-aged neighbor suck me to completion. But I wanted more, and today I was going to take it.

I pulled Melissa to her feet and shoved her onto her parents’ couch. I grabbed the waist of her yoga pants and pulled them, along with her white lace panties, off over her outstretched toes. I didn’t waste time taking off her shirt or mine — I simply lined up my glistening dick against her wet slit and pushed.

“Ohhhh,” Melissa moaned as my uncovered cock entered her young pussy for the first time. She was tight, but more than enough turned on to easily accept my rod. After just a couple of strokes, she was fully welcoming my significant length.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked in a hushed whisper as I forcefully thrust between her legs.

“Yes, oh God,” she moaned. “Just. Don’t. Stop.” Her voice was punctuated by our bodies slamming together. Her firm, large breasts heaved with each stroke.

“You like my thick cock, don’t you,” I taunted her in a low voice, remembering that she could hear the fight with my wife earlier — and sound traveled through thin walls both ways. “It’s better than those boys you fuck at school, isn’t it.”

“Oh, yes. Yes. So much better,” she was looking down, her back on the couch, watching my rod split open her pussy lips and disappear deep inside her.

My hand rested on her young, firm stomach and my thumb found her engorged clit. Her hand moved to my balls and shaft. She massaged and pulled my cum-filled orbs while I flicked her slippery button.

“Ohhh,” Melissa was moaning louder now as I worked her button. My wife could probably hear her moans at this point, but, as long as Melissa didn’t use my name and as long as I kept quiet, she’d just think our neighbor’s daughter was fucking a friend from school or someone from the neighborhood. And, as it turns out, my wife would be right.

“Oh, shit,” Melissa was almost screaming now. I half-heartedly covered her mouth with my free hand, but it did little to stifle the noises she made as her young body was rocked by an orgasm.

I lowered my head next to hers, so my mouth was right next to her ear.

“Melissa. I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to show you what happens when you throw yourself at older men,” I growled in a low whisper. I kept rubbing, pressing, pushing her clit with my thumb. My hips continued working my cock in and out of her quivering sex.

I felt her head nod in agreement, or at least acceptance. She was barely in control of herself as a second wave of pleasure crashed over her mind and spirit.

“I want you to,” she barely managed to speak. “I want you to fill me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge, and I pushed myself deep inside her. I held her young body tight against my own.

As my cock spasmed, I felt a thick rope of my seed — as well as all my frustration, all my anger, all the hot fire in my soul — pour out of my cock and fill her pulsing depths. Her hands continued to tug on my balls as she milked my body of all its cum. Her efforts were rewarded with two more streams of my semen splashing against her unprotected cervix and against the slippery walls of her pussy.

Spent, I slid my softening cock out of my young lover’s sloppy snatch. She was out of breath, still splayed out on the couch. My handiwork began to drip from between her legs.

“You better clean that up before your parents get back,” I gestured at the mess of sticky seed flowing out of her used hole and onto the hardwood floors.

I put on my pants, getting ready to leave. As I made it to the door, I turned to her again. She hadn’t moved, still letting the final waves of pleasure wash over her relaxed, young, beautiful body.

“Let me know next time you’re home alone, Melissa,” I told her. “Because I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

She was still on her back on the couch, recovering from the passionate pleasure we had just shared. Still, as I walked out the door, I saw that big, enticing smile come across her face once again.

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