[UnitJonas]

“You’re not going to…”

“Cum in your mouth?” smiled Charles, “I won’t, I promise.” He pulled her head back down on his cock, “I know I’m getting more than I deserve and I’m not going to ‘blow it now’, if you can pardon the pun.”

Morgan barely had a second to think of what a pun was before his penis was back in her mouth. She started to stroke and again but this time he stopped her.

Charles held her stroking hand still, “No, this time this way.” He then slipped his hands on either side of her face and slowly began motioning her head up and down on his cock. He knew he couldn’t get much more of his cock in her small mouth but the little that she was slurping in and out was in heaven. He might not be the first person to stick his cock in her little cunt but she’ll always remember the first knob she sucked on. And he added one more thing to make this particular moment just a bit better. He reached down, took hold of the bottom of her sports bra and slid it upwards just enough to release her little titties, which of course he immediately began to fondle. Oh, the temptation to cum right now, just hold her head still and fill her mouth. Wouldn’t she surprised? But it would take too long to get hard again and besides, he wanted to fuck her pussy with the heightened sensation of the first hard on. He stopped her for a moment as he lifted her sports bra up over her head and tossed it on the floor and watched with pleasure as her pouty lips were once again parted by his stiff cock.

He watched her head bob up and down on him for a bit, “Mmm, you do that so good Morgan, I could cum so easily.”

Morgan stopped and looked up at him questioningly.

“Why don’t you stand up?” he directed. He reluctantly watched his cock slide out of her mouth as she began to stand up. He noted her grimace as she straightened her legs and chuckled, “Leg cramps?”

Morgan grinned as she nodded. “Yeah” She rubbed her legs for a moment before standing fully erect. She watched Charles stand and remove the rest of his clothes. Although he was overweight it wasn’t like Arthur with rolls of flab, his skin was tight and mostly hairless, perhaps he was Swedish or something. She had no idea. She felt him move behind her and could feel his belly press against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. On the small of her back she sensed the unmistakable impression of his penis. She could feel his fingers explore up and down her sides, hips and butt before gliding over her tummy and then back to her breasts where he started to play with her now hardening nipples. She heard him mumble something about how beautiful she was as he nuzzled his face into her neck and started kissing.

Charles swooned at the scent of innocence and sweat mixed so sweetly. He moved down her neck to her shoulder where he kissed and bit ever so slightly. Slowly he dropped to his knees letting his tongue run down the middle of her back; again savoring the salty remains from a sweat drenching soccer game. He allowed his hands to fondle her perfect little ass as his kisses finished at the top of her panty line. He shuffled his way around to her side where he let his finger glide softly over the large red raspberry on her hip. Yes, this girl went all out no matter what she was doing. He ran his hand down the outside of her long leg and then back up again on the inside, stopping at mid-thigh where her legs touched.

“Open your legs just a little bit.”

Morgan complied, moving her feet about a foot apart.

“That’s perfect, Charles added. Again he ran his hand down her leg and then back up, this time without stopping. Over top her panties he could feel her small lips through the thin material. He continued up her belly and then back down her leg again. When his hand returned upwards his hand cupped deeply around the inside of her thigh. When he reached her panties he stopped and began a slow circular motion over and around her pantied covered pussy. His fingers zeroed in as he confined his massaging to one spot, pressing the soft material between her lips. He felt her body shift and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. What a precious sight indeed. His other hand slipped behind her and began to fondle and squeeze her ass. He continued to massage her, pressing deeply into the silky material, until he felt a small wet spot soaking through her panties. He stopped massaging her pussy for a moment as he maneuvered his hand under her panties through the leg hole. He pulled the material open enough to see the fine soft tuft of her blonde pubic hair. His fingers went back to work, this time making their way inside her. He was inspired by three things now: her long deep exhale, he hand that now rested on his shoulder and the slight gyration of her hips.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked knowingly. The only reply he received was that her face turned a quite red and a tiny utterance from her lips he could only imply was a yes. “Oh, just you wait little one.”

Morgan stood unmoving. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, she was supposed to be indifferent. She’s not supposed to like this. When she felt him pulling down her panties she almost passed out.

Charles marveled at the perfect body before him for a few moments before he had her sit down on the edge of the recliner. He then directed her to lie back. Fuck, if he could get her to blow him a little pussy licking wasn’t out of the question was it? He spread her legs and moved in. Before she could even protest his tongue was already searching her soft folds for her little clit.

Never before, even with Ted, had Morgan felt so exposed. Maybe because it was still daylight, or maybe because she was allowing this older man to hold her legs apart while his mouth explored her most personal of places. She closed her eyes and wondered that if she let herself orgasm would he think her a slut for her certainly wasn’t licking her for her enjoyment, he was doing it for his. That’s what made it so erotic.

Charles began stroking himself as he continued to lap away greedily at the young beauty that he would so soon be fucking. Too bad that fucker Arthur got to pop her little cherry, how sweet a treat that would have been. No matter. After seeing her run around the soccer field with her other barely-coming-of-age teammates it wouldn’t matter if she had been fucked fifty times. Well, maybe it would. It was certainly more erotic to fuck a naïve teen who still has social studies homework to do than a trampy little slut. And fuck her he will.




As soon as Charles stood up Moran instinctively pulled her legs together, though she knew what was coming next. She followed his instructions to roll on her side and when he came around the side of the chair she thought he might want her to put it in her mouth again. She looked up at his imposing figure, totally nude complete with big gut and erect penis. But instead he tore open a small condom package and slipped the rubber ring over the tip of his penis. Then again, as instructed, she reached over and unrolled it down the shaft of his penis as he felt that she should know how to do this.

Charles then stepped back to the foot of the seat and guided her legs up on the chair, tucking her knees to her chest in almost a fetus-like position. With her butt right at the edge of the foot rest she was in perfect position, her perfect little pussy in plain view. He stepped in closer and pressed the tip of his cock into her.

Morgan prepared herself as she had no idea how it might feel. Even with Ted and Arthur having put it there before, she was still scared. She could feel her fingers pull her lips open as his stiff penis began to force its way in. She closed her eyes and clutched the chair cushion.

Charles noted her body stiffen and calmed her.

“It’s okay, we’ll go easy.” He said smoothly as he began to stroke her hip and thigh. Slowly he rocked back and forth, working himself inside her tiny opening bit by bit, denying the overwhelming urge to just slam it home.


Soon he was fucking her, fucking her as deep as he could without hurting her though he enjoyed how she would stiffen and let out a small cry when he went too deep. But oh how nice and tight she was, worth every penny of her price, even more so when he would slip of his rubber and do this sweet young thing bareback. Often he would pull completely out of her and would note just how quickly her pussy closed as if it were quick to be rid of the unwelcome intruder. That didn’t happen with a chick who has been fucked many times over, it would remain open for a time, just another fuckhole aching to be plugged up again. He’d then again press his head into the tiny slit and watch it part as he shoved it back in again, causing her to gasp sharply and clutch the cushion tighter.

Morgan tried her best to cover her fear, fear that he would go in too deep and the pain would make her cry out. And often she couldn’t help but wince when he pushed to the limit. When she peeked back she saw him looking straight down with a huge smile on his face. He was enjoying this, enjoying her immensely. She could barely process his comments as the mix of pleasure and pain overcame her. Tight, precious, gorgeous, cunt, baby, fucking and girl were just a few of the words that she caught before he pulled out for good. She watched him plop back on the couch and grin at her. Was he done?

Charles wasn’t done by a long shot. He called the young girl back over to the couch. Even as she took the few short steps he sighed at the perfection of her nubile body that was still clad with her soccer socks and cleats which did nothing but emphasize her innocent youth. She stopped in front of him and seemed unsure of herself, again biting her lip and eyes flittering nervously. She was waiting for him.

“Now come here and climb up on old Charles”

Morgan took his outstretched hand and stepped closer to the couch. She watched him pull his knees together as he patted the couch next to him.

“Come on, put your knee here,” he directed. “You’re going to like this, I promise.”

Morgan climbed on the couch, or rather climbed onto Charles, straddling his waist and basically sitting on his erect penis. Again she was unsure what to do next.

“Here, lean forward just a bit. That’s it”

Charles helped her lean forward, noting with delight how her little titties, when dangling, lost their roundness and formed into small pink capped cones. He wanted to suck them entirely into his mouth, and he would, in a moment. It was obvious that in the meantime she was not going to guide him inside her, which was fine, she would learn that eventually.

As Morgan leaned over Charles she could see the sweat beads on his chest and forehead. His big belly felt odd against hers as it too was moist with his sweat, sweat she could smell now. She had to put her hands on the back of the couch to prevent herself from falling onto him completely. Then she felt his hands wrap around her back and glide down her body, over her butt and back between her legs. She clenched for a second when she felt his fingers enter and spread her lips. She tried to relax when, what she knew was his penis, was guided inside her. His hands had moved to her hips and pushed as he urged her to sit back. She gasped softly as his penis slipped all too easily inside of her.

“Now sit back up.” Charles directed as he helped her upright. “Now you see, in this position you can control everything, how fast, how and how deep.” He rested his hands on the top of her thighs. “Now you see these strong muscles you have here. Use them.”

Morgan placed her hands on his large stomach for support as she slowly started to move her butt up and down.

“See, isn’t that easy.”

Morgan could only muster a nervous giggly response, “Yeah”. Yes, this was easy and it felt good to be in control knowing that she only had to go as deep as she wanted.

Charles allowed her to find her own rhythm. Soon her hands left his stomach as she straightened up completely on him using only her leg muscles to guide herself up and down. He could see she had closed her eyes as she milked him. For a time he allowed himself to just relax and admire her young body. It probably wasn’t long ago that it had a boyish look to it and just the last year or so it gained its petite curves as the budding little brown nubs forming into pink capped breasts. He allowed his hands to move up to her tits and began to fondle the firm flesh and tiny stiff nipples. He watched her little pussy work his cock though at no point could she get his final two inches in her. But seeing her tiny lips roll up and disappear on the downstroke and reappear when she came back up was so worth it.

“That’s it, that’s perfect” he sighed loudly. He could see a small smile form on her smile.

“Okay, now this. Gimme your hands, I’ll show you something else.”

Morgan opened her eyes and leaned forward again as he pulled her towards him. Again she lay over his belly and had to put her hands on the back of the couch to stop her from going face to face with him.

“Now, don’t go up and down this time.” He placed his hands on her hips. “Go around, like this. You have to move your hips instead.” He guided her hips into a grinding motion. She seemed to take to it naturally.

“Oh my God Morgan, that’s it.”

Morgan started to breath heavily. Never before had she felt anything like this. Somehow, in this position his penis seemed to rub against her in such a way on her most sensitive spot. And when he started sucking on her breasts it only heightened the effect. The heat of his hungry mouth flowed through her chest as did the heat building between her legs. Oh, how she wanted to orgasm this way but she knew she couldn’t, that would be…slutty. She could feel his hands roaming her body and then he began to suck even harder, her entire breast was now in his mouth somehow. How could he not orgasm to this incredible feeling? She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go as her hips seemed to be on autopilot, working hard to get even more of him inside her.

“Here, let go now.” Charles said as he helped her hands off of the couch back. He then had her lay fully on him, her bitty boobs pressing against him and her face on his shoulder. He just let her fuck him now as the only thing moving in the room was her little butt grinding round and round.

Charles glanced at the clock on the wall and had to reluctantly stop Morgan as the hour was almost up.

“Okay, stop stop stop.”

Morgan pulled herself together and slowed to a stop.

“Is there anything wrong?” she asked nervously, “I’m sorry, I hope it’s okay”

Charles shook his head, “No, nothings wrong, absolutely nothing. You’re perfect; I could fuck you all night long. How about a sleepover?”

Morgan grinned as she shook her head.

“I didn’t think so. Now come on, we’re almost done. Just one more position.”

Morgan’s body quivered slightly as she slowly dismounted Charles. The way his penis slipped out of her, stimulating her sensitive spot even more, especially as the large tip squeezed past, was enough to urge her to sit back down and take him in again. But she climbed off him and stood up. She watched Charles stand and move over to the side of the couch. He cocked his head and grinned.

“Over here little one,” Charles said as he motioned in front of him. He made room for Morgan to step between him and the large cushioned arm of the couch. He gently took her shoulders and guided her around in a half circle so she now faced the couch arm.

“Now just lean over.” Again guided her shoulders, applying soft pressure for her to bend over the couch arm. “That’s it.” He watched as she took one innocently trusting glance back at him before complying. He sighed as she leaned, letting his hands run down to the small of her back and then her hips.

“Now spread your feet a little bit,” he urged as he moved in closer behind her, “A little bit more. That’s it.” He kneeled slightly, just to get a better look at her fine little peach so prominently displayed for him now. Her fine pussy lips, so unaccustomed to sex were now a bit swollen and puffy but as they glistened with sheen of sex. Charles couldn’t ever remember seeing anything so fuckable in his life. He looked down at his stiff condom clad cock and thought about ditching the rubber right now, but he couldn’t yet, she would know and she might freak out. In due time though.

Morgan found herself again clutching the cushions as she felt Charles move in behind her. She closed her eyes and tried not to squirm when his fingers massaged and parted her lips. And then the pressure. She could feel him pushing, trying to get the right angle to enter. Somehow his penis seemed larger than before and she suddenly worried it would hurt. But it didn’t. She gasped softly as his fullness slipped in. When she felt his hand take a firm grip on her hips she realized that in this position she had absolutely no control at all.

Charles began fucking away, his big belly slapping into her ass. He fucked deeper, determined to fit his entire cock in the young girl. Often she would her cry out and the tiny muscles in her body would stiffen. At one point she reached back to his hand and managed a “not so deep, it hurts” But he continued his rhythm and the slaps grew louder. He grinned as he she was up on her tippy toes now as he was almost lifting her off the floor.

Arthur stood outside the front door and looked at his watch. He had been gone for exactly the time that Charles had stated. Was it okay to go back in yet? Should he wait longer? What was going on in there? Was Morgan still even here?

He slipped the key in the lock and slowly turned the knob. As he entered he quickly took in the scene. For a second he felt sorry for the young girl as she was bent over the couch arm and grimacing with each pounding thrust Charles was giving her. But his guilt withered away as quickly as his hard on grew as his fantasy played out in front of him. He couldn’t understand why she still had on her bright red tied dyed soccer socks and cleats but it somehow made the scene before him seem incredibly fucking hot. Unlike the the fake videos of twenty something year old girls in pigtails, this was real.

Slap, slap, slap was all he heard before Charles spoke.

“Arthur!” Charles bellowed without a break in his rhythm. “Come on in and have a seat.” He pointed to the recliner. He watched Arthur absently move and sit in the chair all without taking his eyes off of them.

Morgan felt a flush of red flow through her when she saw Arthur enter. It was totally embarrassing to be in this position in front of someone. And the lustful look in his eyes as he watched. What if he wanted to pay too and use her later? By this time the constant deep pounding was feeling anything but good anymore. Her whole body rocked with each thrust into her. Morgan was feeling awkward in this position and just wanted it to be over so she could get home. Why won’t he finish?