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“C-Connie…”

Greg shook and breathed huskily as he struggled to focus on driving his van. His view of the street blurred slightly as the fourteen-year-old girl kept the head of his cock secure between her lips while her tongue made laps around it, dribbling copious amounts of spit that bubbled around her glossy, puffy lips and dripping down the long length of his shaft. She was so immersed in the act, she shut her eyes and thought of nothing else, just to make her man feel good, compelled by the thrill of danger.

"C'mon, I-I'm trying to drive here..."

The older man protested, yet kept his wincing eyes on the road and his sweaty, clenching hands on the wheel, doing nothing to push the girl away. Her lips and tongue worked on him too well and he couldn't help but lose himself to her expert oral service. This was far from the first time she'd done this while he was driving, and this felt no less pleasurable. At least Greg could maintain enough focus not to almost get into an accident this time, but as the sharp sensations shot up and down his shaft it slowly became a fight to keep his attention on the road ahead.

Greg let out an even deeper groan as Connie brought her head lower, taking more of the man's girthy flesh into her mouth. She took an inch every second until her lips puckered against the base, her nose buried in his small bushel of pubic hair while his cock bulged her skinny little neck. The man couldn't believe how easily she could take him now. He felt like it was yesterday she was gagging just from his meaty glans alone.

Greg barely stopped himself from slamming the brakes, and instead slowly pulled into a nearby alley. He reclined his driver's seat, his large hand reaching out to the young girl's long, black hair, tangling his fat fingers between her smooth locks. Usually, he put her hand on her head during her blowjobs to guide her, but this time he just needed something to hold onto while Connie hollowed her cheeks and sucked him to the point of making loud, wet slurping noises with every sloppy slide of her lips and swirl of her tongue across his throbbing, veiny shaft.

"Sheesh, Connie... You-you couldn't just wait till after we get to your place to do this?" Greg asked, one eye flinching.

"Mm-Mmm." Connie refused with a shake of her head, refusing to get her lips off of Greg.

A shudder passed through his body as Connie's lips puckered and pulled the skin of his shaft while her tongue lightly lashed over his sensitive pisshole. She felt bold enough to go forward, taking more of Greg's dick into her mouth. She struggled slightly on the broad curve of his prickhead, but once she got past that hurdle, it was smooth sailing.

Already resigned to the futility of resisting, Greg decided to lay back a bit more into his seat, relaxing his body like he was at a spa, just enjoying the heat of Connie’s mouth and the wetness of her spit spilling all over him, running over his balls and staining his seat below.

Greg almost jumped when his cellphone rang. He snatched it from the cupholder to see Connie’s mom, Priyanka, calling him. Anxious eyes darted between said woman’s cock-sucking daughter and his loudly ringing phone, conflicted about whether or not he should answer.

Connie popped her lips off Greg's cock, spit dripping from shiny, moist lips, as she looked up at him, glassy eyes flashing with curiosity. To keep the momentum and his erection going, she replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking his spit-soaked cock.

"Who is it?" She asked, voice slightly raspy.

Greg gulped. "It’s… your mom."

"Oh, her." Connie said like it was nothing at all.

“Do you mind? Gonna be hard to talk to her while you’re… doing that.”

"Uhh, we're kinda in the middle of something. You can just not answer, y’know." Connie argued.

“You know she’s gonna freak if I don’t.”

“Well don’t let me stop ya then. If you can drive while I service you, you can talk on the phone just as well. Now if you’ll excuse me...”

Greg sighed with a roll of his eyes, unable to argue with Connie's logic. He swiped a finger across his phone's screen to answer his would-be employer’s call. The younger girl immediately sunk her face back into his lap and he seized up from her throat instantly snapping shut around his dick.

"H-Hey, Priya! H-How ya doin'?" Greg asked, his words shaking.

"Greg, what did I tell you about calling me that? Anyways, how’s Connie?” Priyanka’s stern voice carried over the phone's speaker.

"Uhh, yeah she’s all good. Just picked her up from violin practice." Greg's flinching eyes darted to Connie, who was not holding back in the slightest.

"That’s good. You’re right on schedule. Just remember that as soon as you two get home, Connie has to immediately start on her weekend homework then shower, then eat her dinner I've already prepared for her."

The aforementioned girl stopped for a moment to roll her eyes and chuckle with a mouthful of dick. Greg quietly hissed a breath from the vibration of her throat.

"Yeah uhh, I'm- ahh, I’ll get her on t-top of it. We'll be at the house in no time!" Greg said breathily.

"Hey, are you alright? You're uh, sounding a little short of breath." Priyanka pointed out.

"Oh, it's nothing... Just got a little something stuck in my throat." Greg said before clearing said throat.

"If you say so. Well, I’ll let you get back to driving. Remember the schedule I laid out for Connie this entire weekend!"

"Don’t worry, I won’t. Seeya Priya." Greg said, feeling relieved after swiping his phone screen to hang up the call.

Connie sighed. "Geez, can’t leave me alone for five seconds.”

"Yeah, but she’s just looking out for you. You’re her only kid.” Greg said in defense.

Connie scoffed at the last word. “I just turned fourteen months ago, I’m far from a kid at this point."

“Heh. Ain't that the truth?" Greg said with a chuckle.

“If only she knew how adult I really am.” Connie slyly smiled.

"Uhhh..."Greg's eyes darted back and forth.

"Bet I could take dick better than she ever could, too. Wouldn't think I'm a kid anymore, would she?" Connie said with a giggle.

Before Greg could offer a response of his own, Connie brought her mouth back down, engulfing the entirety of his towering dick in nearly an instant. And she continued sucking him off, being just as merciless as she was before she stopped. Greg felt the meaty head of his cock hitting the back of her throat over and over. He faintly found himself amazed at how her gag reflex had become nonexistent since they started this sordid “relationship”.

"Ahh, geez… Connie you’re so-agh!." Greg strained to say.

Connie pulled away for a second. “So good? Better than women double my age I bet. Here, let me prove it to you like I always do.”

Connie went even harder, her head a brown and black blur over Greg's lap. The man felt himself getting closer and closer by the second, compelling him to grab a fistful of her hair like the reins of a horse, but not pull. He knew that doing this wouldn't slow her down, but it's the best he could do to endure.

Unfortunately, Connie sucked harder and faster than Greg could handle and he found himself drifting to the edge, and once he got there, he couldn't even hold on for a second.

"C-C-Connie, I-I'm gonna shoot into your-ah-ahhhh!"

Greg threw his hips up, his cock throbbing hard as a thick, continuous stream of his cum erupted forth, rapidly filling Connie's mouth. As it splattered all over her tongue, her cheeks bloated, but she managed to swallow quick enough to keep from spilling a single drop, her neck bulging with each gulp.

"Mwah!"

Connie let out a refreshed sigh like she just drank a cold glass of water on a hot summer's day. She showed her wide open mouth so Greg could see that not a single drop of his cum remained.

"Holy cow, Connie... Y-you're so good at that now…" Greg huffed a heavy, satisfied breath, his large body feeling like a blob of jelly and his limbs like fat, limp noodles.

Connie giggled salaciously. "Thanks to you. In about a year, you've already taught me more than playing Freebird on the guitar."

Greg chuckled anxiously, rubbing the back of his balding head. "Heheh, yeah..."

"But the question is... Which instrument am I better at playing? The guitar or your dick?" Connie asked with a smug smirk.

Greg gulped. "I... I dunno. Either way, I'm honestly surprised you got as good as you did so soon."

"What, playing the guitar or having sex with you?" Connie asked with her eyebrows jumping.

"B-Both." Greg reluctantly admitted.

“Oh-ho-hooo… so the student is getting as good as the master now, is it?” Connie quipped.

“L-Let’s just make our way to your house, okay?” Greg said as he turned the ignition and pulled out of the alleyway.

It turned out that they were just a few minutes away from said house. Before they knew it, they were pulling into the driveway.

After they got out of the van, Connie grabbed his broad forearm with both of her hands. She kept her arms wrapped around Greg’s arm, laying her head on his bicep like a loving girlfriend all the way to the house.

As soon as they got past the door and shut it behind them, Connie turned and threw her hands to Greg's crotch, fingers clenching his clothed cock tight like she owned it.

"Whoa there, girl. We're awfully eager today." Greg huffed a laugh.

"Can you blame me? We have the house all to ourselves all weekend. Needless to say, I'm a little excited." Connie fluttered her eyelashes as she spoke.

"Heh, I getcha. Can't say I don't feel the same way but, y'know what your mom said, Con."

"Uggghhh, c'mon Greg, this is supposed to be the weekend where we don't think about her at all. Especially when I wanna... y'know."

Greg let a big hand rest on her shoulder. Though he was trying to be fatherly, Connie felt an electric tingle from the surface of her skin to her loins.

"Let's put it this way. Once you get all your homework done now, that'll leave us the rest of the weekend to... Do whatever we want."

Connie didn't say a word before she raced up the stairs, holding her backpack firmly as she threw herself into her room. Tearing the zipper open on her backpack, getting out all her notebooks and papers and throwing them all onto her desk. With a pencil in hand, she plopped onto her chair and got to work.

While Greg waited for the girl to finish up, he grabbed a can of beer from the pack he brought with him, sat himself on the couch and watched some music channel on TV. It was about an hour or so until something, or someone, grabbed his attention.

"Oh Greeeeg..." Connie sang the man's name.

"Yeah?"

"I'm done with my homework. " She simply said.

"That's great to hear, Con. Didja also shower?"

"Nah, I think I'll do that later tonight."

"Fair enough. You wanna come downstairs and relax a bit?" He offered.

"Definitely."

Greg heard Connie slowly thudding her way down the stairs. He looked her way, before turning back to the TV, before he did an immediate double take and snapped his gaze back to her.

Usually, Connie was a bit on the modest side when she dressed, whether she was outside or at home. That all changed when she started having this relationship with Greg. Though she still dressed moderately when she was out and about, whenever she was in private company with him, she started wearing looser, more revealing clothing, being just in her undies or even wearing nothing at all, much to the older man’s temptation.

In this case, she walked down the stairs wearing a white tank top that was cut high enough to show her small, flat stomach and hugged her lithe body tightly enough to show an outline of her small, budding breasts. Just below them, she wore pink booty shorts that rode up her leg high enough to make her thighs bulge, showing the firm, bottom curve of her butt cheeks. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders in smooth, silky ribbons.

"H-Hey, Connie. Lookin' good." Greg said with a shaky smile.

Connie giggled like a schoolgirl. "Aww, thank you. Mind if I have a seat?"

Greg raised a brow. "It's your house, you don't need to ask me."

“So is that a yes?” Connie playfully leaned forward.

“Uhh, yeah?”

“Alright, don’t mind if I do.”

Greg realized he should’ve seen this coming the moment Connie stepped in front of him and sat smack dab between his legs. What was once an innocent interaction became something far more once the two “became active” growing keenly aware of the proximity between crotch and bottom. His heart jumped at the prospect of her butt being so close to his dick with only a couple layers of clothing between them.

“Ahh, you feel way more comfy than the couch, Greg.” Connie remarked.

Connie yawned and stretched in a somewhat exaggerated fashion before leaning limply into Greg’s torso, his moderately round belly acting like a cushion for her lower back. She shifted in her spot, her butt accidentally rubbing over his crotch. The idle movement and their closeness, like always, led to his loins stirring below.

And Connie just sat there, watching TV without a care, as if she wasn't affecting Greg in any way shape or form. Like she wasn't forcing him to pretend that everything was fine despite how gradually horny he was getting. But she knew exactly what she was doing. It showed in the small smile that formed on her face.

Meanwhile, Greg's eyes glued to the screen but his mind was far from what was going on behind it. His attention was gripped tightly by the young girl sitting on his lap, on top of his gradually solidifying member. He tried to keep his hands off of her but time was against him and every second she was on his lap, his primal instincts crept into his consciousness, faintly coaxing him into acting on them with dirty nothings swimming through his head.

You know you wanna bend her over on the carpet.

What are you waiting for?

Stuff her guts

Breed that barely teen pussy

"Hey Greg?" Connie called out.

Greg snapped out of his lewd thoughts. "Y-Yeah?"

She cast a worried look over her shoulder. "You good?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?"

"You seem stiff. And a little bit warm. Are you running a fever?"

"No? Pretty sure my temp’s normal, doc."

"Uh-Huh. I'll be the judge of that."

In some freak display of agility, Connie was suddenly facing Greg, her knees propped on his legs. He laid the back of her hand against his forehead, feeling the heat she was talking about as well as a bit of sweat.

"Wow, you're burning up, Greg. And you’re sweating profusely! Guess you're under the weather after all." Connie deduced.

"What? No, I feel fine." Greg denied.

"Denial of sickness. Typical with plenty of patients."

Greg chuckled, finding this whole exchange ridiculous. "Connie, I'm telling ya, I don't have the flu or anything."

"It's okay Greg, my mom's a doctor. She's taught me everything she knows. Which is why I have just the cure."

In the next millisecond, she snatched his beard-bordered lips into hers.

Hands became numb with how tightly her fists clenched around pliant tank top fabric. Her body felt like it was on fire, burning the hottest where the scratchy, bushy beard covered her entire mouth. The faint, fermented taste of beer danced on her tongue, tingling her lips.

"Pwaahhh..."

Connie and Greg parted, keeping their faces so close together, they could taste each other's heavy, shortened breaths. They both cast half-lidded looks at one another, tired, yet lost. The man's hands burned on her shoulders as his fingers clenched tight, not quite pushing away, but keeping her in place.

"C-Connie..." Greg's voice came out low and raspy.

"Wh-What are you waiting for? You and I know you want it... Daddy..." Connie spoke that word with quiet, yet firm emphasis.

“I-I thought we were just gonna… chill for a bit first.” Greg swallowed a lump in his throat.

Connie let out a lusty little laugh, running a flirty finger up and down Greg’s chest, the tip of her digit feeling like a hot needle brushing against him. Connie was so much smaller than him, but that look in her eyes brought his mental defenses to a rapid decline. And it only crumbled further as Connie drew her face closer, until their cheeks nearly touched and he could feel the heat of her breath on his ear.

“True, but… y’know what I really want from you… Daddy.”

Unable to take it anymore, Greg’s large hands snapped forward to her bare midriff, before a clammy hand slid under her top, sliding it up to her braless bust. A hot sensation swelled beneath her chest, heat blossoming in her nipples and between her inner thighs.

The tip of his thumb brushed over her tiny tits, shocking her body to snap into a slight arch. Greg rubbed the pad of his thumb upon the tiny, dark brown nub, rolling it like a stick on a gaming controller, leaving her shivering and squealing.

Connie gasped. "Ha-hahhh-ha-oh my, that's really-mmph..."

To keep her chasing that high, he threw his other hand into the mix, but instead of just pressing her other chocolate chip bud, he pinched it coaxing a needle-like sharpness that stabbed into her flat breast like with her other one, but made her entire being swoop harder with the pleasure of it. Connie let out more of her voice as the numerous pricks to her nerves that came with him pulling and pinching her tits proved to still be far sharper than whenever she did it to herself.

"A-Ahhh...P-Please, don't stop..." Connie moaned, one eye twitched.

Connie bit her lower lip, her body growing feverish the longer Greg kept going. He pulled her little buds even harder until he was stretching her budding mounds to its limit, the sensations teetering on the edge of pain, but pleasure remained front and center. Connie arched her back, accidentally pushing her butt further into Greg. That's when her mind found enough clarity to feel his erection pressing against her.

"G-Greg, y-you're aroused, aren't you?" Connie asked breathily.

Greg gulped, dreading that he'd have to come face to face with his cursed libido. "Don't worry about it. Lemme deal with yours first."

He kept one hand tweaking Connie's nipple while the other snuck its way down her body, his sliding fingers leaving fire in their wake. He reached her shorts, slipping his large hand underneath. All the heat and sharpness began to bloom the most between her legs and a wetness started leaking from her pussy, sticking to her inner thighs. The inside of her shorts had never felt so hot before and the moment his finger slid over the curve of her small slit, her hips snapped forward. Copious amounts of her juices flowed forth, coating his thick digit as he kept rubbing her in an agonizing pace.

“O-Oh my gosh, that… oooh, more… I need more… faster already…”

"Geez Connie, you're flooding down there..." There was a hitch in Greg's breath, mind racing, heart beating like a stampede of bulls.

"A-All because of you..." Connie purred.

Greg took his time, sliding his finger up and down Connie's pussy, keeping her lips parted as he slowly but surely pushed into her. The younger girl writhed profusely in his arms, crying out his name in whiny fragments while begging him for more.

Greg used two of his fingers to spread her pussy lips wide enough to unveil the tiny pink channel. When he stuck a finger in, finding her so tight despite how often they had been fucking for the past couple of years. It took about a minute to get his index as deep as the first knuckle and her cunt closed tight around his invading digit as he pumped it in and out of her. It wasn't long before he loosened her enough to add another finger, stretching her walls even wider.

Greg took the hand that was playing with her nipple and moved her long black hair to drape over one shoulder. He lowered his face, bringing his bearded lip to her neck, planting small, sucking kisses that slowly climbed up to the side of her face. Each wet peck of his lips felt like a hot poker pressed against her skin, making it harder for Connie to focus on one particular spot of her body that Greg graced with his touch. But there was one part she could focus on and that was the erection throbbing to break free behind her.

"G-Greg, please... I, I want it..." Connie vaguely begged.

"Hmm? You want what?" Greg asked despite having an idea of what that was.

Connie's scrambled brain strained and struggled for what to say. A tinge of frustration hit her, the words and the burden of saying them heavy on her mind and her tongue. Greg was so skilled in playing the instrument of her body, he controlled all the noises that came out of her while her own control kept going out of reach.

"Y-Your penis... I want your penis... Inside me."

She finally said with a gasp like she'd been holding her breath for too long. She reached down, firmly grasping the bulge straining under his shorts.

Greg thought his heart was going to stop. He was hard beyond belief at this point and Connie pawing at his covered cock did little to diminish it. Pulling away, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, a strand of her arousal briefly sticking to him.

Leaning back, Greg pushed them along with his underwear down his thick, hairy legs until they were completely off. His erection rose like a tower of masculine meat, about as thick as Connie's fist and near the length of her entire arm. Pulsing veins branched and rose up his solid shaft like fat snakes. His head was a bright pink mushroom, the tip of which leaked a drop of something clear like dew.

Connie’s eyes were laser focused on Greg’s member. Her hungry gaze climbed up and down his entire length,watching the way each vein pulsed like a heartbeat and how the entire member slightly quivered, telling her full well how he wanted this as much as she did. Maybe even more.

“Wow you are absolutely throbbing, Greg. Did I do thaaat?” Connie asked with a playful grin and a flirtacious poke of her chin.

“Maybe. How bout you do something about it?”

Connie's immediate answer was grabbing the base of his cock, fingers barely able to close around it. Letting her jaw fall open, she brought her mouth close to the thick head of Greg's dick before shutting her lips around it. She was already salivating the moment Greg released his cock, so her ensuing blowjob was already as sloppy as could be.

But she didn't spend more than a few minutes doing so. When she pulled away with a loud smack, her saliva momentarily stuck to her in breaking minuscule threads. After wiping her moist mouth with the back of her hand, she began to stroke and squeeze Greg's cock, her palm and clenching fingers smoothly moving up and down every inch.

Connie shuffled away from Greg, leaned back far enough to push her shorts along with her panties down her legs until she slipped them off her feet. She shrugged her thin tank top off of her body and before Greg knew it, he was staring right at the naked little girl. She laid down on the couch, spreading her legs and giving him a clearer sight of the little pussy he had been pressing his finger against.

"Take me Greg... please..." Connie begged, arms wide open.

Getting on top of her, he brought the blunt tip of his dick right against her opening. Greg had to show tremendous restraint not to just jam every inch of his dick in an instant, but his gentle nature prevailed. He took it slow as pushed in, parting her lips, while she gradually let the rest of him in.

"Oh geez, Connie, you're soooo tight..."

To say it was a tight fit was a gross understatement. Her walls tightly gripped and stuck to his cock, feeling like she was trying to suck him right in. The moment he managed to get balls deep, Connie's cunt snapped shut around him, trapping him in place.

"Oh my gosh, Greg, you- you're inside me..." Connie stated incredulously, seized with a feeling of fullness she never got tired of no matter how many times she'd had his dick inside her.

Greg gulped, his chubby body spasmed as he tried with all his might not to cum instantly from the tightness and taboo of burying every prodigious inch of his pecker into barely teen pussy.

"Connie... I'm gonna start moving okay?”

Connie giggled. "You don't have to tell me twice. J-Just do it."

Greg never tired of how Connie had always been tighter than any other woman he's ever been with, even those back in high school. Every time he pulled back, he found even more resistance on the way out than he did the way in. But it was that delicious friction and the hot, electric sensations coiling around his cock that drove his hips to move on their own and left him wanting more.

"Man, Connie... You feel so good..." Greg groaned, moving his hips nonstop.

“H-Hah… you too…” Connie squeaked.

It took Greg a lot of time before he could smoothly slide his cock in and out of her but once she became drenched and open enough, they were both delved into a world of pure ecstasy. He could feel how eager her body was with the way it sucked on his turgid tower like a hungry mouth. Regardless of how much he kept himself from fully ravaging her, the couch still rocked with every gentle throw of his weight.

"Oh gosh, Greg! Don't stop! Don't stooop!"

Connie’s body twitched and writhed, pleasure mounting with each sloppy slap of their soaked sexes. She reached out, hands clawing into his sweat soaked tank top, trying to brace herself against the tidal waves of pleasure heralding a full blown tsunami waiting to drown her and wash her away. But she couldn’t. Though Greg wasn’t fucking her as fast as he could, his meaty knob hit enough of her sweet spots to trigger the beginning of her end.

“G-Greg, I-I-I’m! I’m g-guh! H-Ha-Hnnggghhh…”

Connie bit her lower lip so hard, she ripped some skin. Her body seized up into an arch like she was struck by lightning, her orgasm ravaging her body, mind, and soul. The world around her became numb and blank and all she could perceive was the fiery eruption in her pussy.

Connie's cunt clamped down on Greg’s cock like she was going to tear it off. Her walls had a strangling death grip on his entire length as if her womanly instincts willed her body to milk her partner thoroughly.

“Arrgh, Conniiieee, y-you’re so- Agh! I can’t-gahh!”

“Greg- what are y- wha-wahhhh!”

That was it. The lock on the cage shattered and the beast was unleashed. With a bestial growl, the normally chilled out portly man threw his body until he laid on his back, putting Connie on top, straddling him. With his big hands bruising into her thin waist, he machine gun bucked his hips harder up Connie’s tightly, sucking pussy, her inner folds gnashing along his throbbing shaft.

“Ohhhh gooooosssshhh Gre-e-e-eeeeg!”

Connie’s body bounced as much as her words on the man’s lap like she was riding the angriest bull in the world, treating her like some living underaged sex toy, not even caring what he was doing to her. And it was exactly what she hoped for.

“Oh gosh Greg! Greeeg morrrre! MORE! BEND ME! BREAK ME! MAKE ME YOUR YOUNG LITTLE SEX SLAVE!”

Connie shrieked at the top of her lungs as every savage thrust of Greg's hips led his fist-like glans to crush Connie’s drenched, pliant insides into mush, bashing into sweet spots inside her cunt Greg helped her discover throughout the year they’ve been fucking like this, leaving her a glassy eyed slack jawed, babbling mess. The atmosphere in the room grew hotter and heavier, the air so dense with sex, they were practically breathing it into their lungs and wearing it like a second skin.

Both Greg and Connie were so immersed by the degenerate consummation of lust, their bodies ran on autopilot while their minds embedded themselves deeply into the sensations of Greg getting his cock clenched by hungry teen pussy while Connie’s cervix was getting beaten to a pulp. In fact, as far as the two knew, there was nothing outside of their continuously mashing genitals. Nor the rapidly approaching orgasms boiling in their loins.

“C-Connie! Connieeee, oh gosh, I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes! Do it! Cum inside me, Greg! BREED MY TEENAGE PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE ADULT DICK!”

Greg threw his hips at top speed while he squatted over Connie who’s body folded into itself, her knees hovering above her face. The next thing he knew he was unleashing his long saved semen, which came out of him in thick, massive globs, giving way to a carnal gratification only achieved by shooting his seed into a woman, filling her womb to the brim with potent, baby-making batter that was sure to impregnate her.

“Mmm, is there such a thing as addiction to getting bred?”

Connie laid a hand on her stomach, feeling it expand as every drop Greg’s seed continued flowing into her womb.

“Ooohh man…”

After what felt like forever, Greg’s ejaculation finally stopped. His arms and legs shook and threatened to collapse. He nearly fell onto Connie but managed to stop himself from crushing her. He rolled to the side, his still huge softening cock falling out of her battered, gaping pussy. Greg’s cream gushed out of it like a free flowing solid white waterfall, piling onto the sheets below, nearly obscuring Connie’s young little cunt.

“Oh gosh Greg that was… gosh I don’t even know how to describe it.” Connie hefted her words with a heavy breath.

“A-Are you okay? I didn’t hurt ya did I?” Greg asked, worry flaring within.

Connie let out a breathy laugh. “If by hurt you mean I’m in absolute bliss, then yes I am in excruciating pain.”

“Agh, I think… I think we should take five first. I…” Greg wheezed like each word burned his throat.

“S-Same…Gosh Greg, you worked me over big time.” Connie giggled tiredly.

“Sorry about that.” Greg sheepishly rubbed his arm.

“It’s okay… that’s always my favorite part…”

Connie rolled over, throwing her arm and leg over Greg’s burly form in an attempt to hug him. The man faced her and immediately scooped her into his arms. They drew their faces closer until their lips collided in a more chaste, yet still needy fashion. The younger girl initiated it but it was the older man who melted into it, propagating the act into a long, full blown make out.

Connie's hand snuck down Greg's belly until she found her precious treasure. She felt the mix of her juices and his creamy cum stick to her hands as she gave his half-hard hunk of meat a possessive squeeze.

"Heh, you want more, huh?" Greg asked, also feeling the rising desire for more.

"Mmm, you know I always do."

"Well, I dunno about you but I'm feelin kinda filthy." Greg pulled his tank top, feeling it stuck to his skin.

"Same. How bout we wash up first?" Connie proposed with a little something glistening in her eyes.

"Alright. You wanna go first?"

Oh, there was that smile. That was the moment Greg realized what kind of can of worms he had just opened.

"Who said anything about anyone going first?"

The bathroom was bathed in a dense mist. The water came out in a steady spray of warmth that fell upon them, loosening all the tension in their muscles and cleaning up what dirtiness managed to stick onto their bodies. Connie's was accumulated from the beginning of that day, while Greg's was more recent and suddenly he found himself back in a similar situation that got him dirty in the first place.

It was supposed to be a normal shower shared between them. Greg was really trying initially, but Connie, being the horny little minx that she was, just kept pushing his buttons. While he was legitimately trying to run soap all over himself, Connie had to start making a normal bathing of oneself into an erotic display.

While locking fluttery, half lidded eyes at Greg, she ran her foam covered palm all over her body in deliberately slow lines and arcs, placing disproportionate focus on her little breasts, her thighs, her stomach, her ass, and of course, her crotch. Then finally, she leaned forward into the wall, jutting it out in such a blatant fashion before parting one butt cheek aside and start drowning the shallow crack between in foamy suds. The last straw came when Connie decided to take a single finger and start running circles around the outer rim of her anus, a blatant sign of her desires if there ever was one.

Body damp while her flowing black hair heavily drooped over her shoulders in shiny, curly ribbons, Connie leaned into the tiled shower wall, cheek smushed into the smooth, shiny porcelain. Greg's drenched body and his shadow enveloped her tinier form as one large hand rested on her thin waist while the other found refuge between her legs, foamy, soap-soaked fingers knuckle deep in teenage tightness.

Greg's restored erection rubbed against Connie's butt, parting her cheeks, hips moving so his throbbing hardness could feed off the sensations of soft, soaped up skin stroking and stoking the flames of his arousal.

Of course, it wasn't enough for him. Or even her. Greg moved his more free hand from Connie's hip to her leg, lifting it up. Without grabbing himself, he pried the girl's young cunt open with the fingers that had been keep it filled prior, before his thick length turned into their replacent, filling her in the delicious way they could not.

"Oooh Greg, get it in therrrre..."

Connie pleaded with a gasp as cunt coiled around cock. Said cock slid in and out of her slippery heat in that savoring pace Greg liked to take because he could never get enough of feeling it squeeze and quiver around him. At this point, his frequent use of Connie's developing fuckhole might as well have become molded purely for his use, fitting only his member and no one else's. Just for the way it effortlessly took him like it was made for him.

"Mmmmm, Greeeggg..."

Like usual, it opened itself wide enough to let Greg's thrusts move buttery smooth. Despite how hard Connie clenched, he didn't lose his stride in the slightest. Every punch of his pelvis met with her walls stretching around his solid shaft.

While she passively took him like the good little fucktoy that she was, Connie's cunt also actively milked him, her bumpy walls like it gnawed at him with each push and pull, quickly working him to another orgasm. At that point, Greg's brisk pace turned brutal, the faintest hint of getting close like blood in the water, and like a shark, he rapidly moved to pursue what he hungered for.

"Gah! Hah! Connie! Connieeeee!"

"Mmm, are you gonna cum inside me again Greg? Gonna fill my young cunny with more of your cummies?"

"Haah geez, Con, why you gotta- hnngggh!"

Connie's dirty words toyed with Greg's libido as much as her body did. She felt blessed that she had the man practically wrapped around her finger. Despite how on one side of this relationship, the teenager was just a portable cock milker, the other side is her using every inherent tool she had at her disposal to, without her older lover realizing it, control when and where he could cum.

"C'mon Daddy, what are you waiting for? Just let it all out. You came so much earlier, but I know you've got soooo much more to give."

Greg's loins flare with a mightier need to let it out as Connie started to throw her ass back, using the wall as leverage to meet her bigger, older partner's thrusts halfway. Water splashed between them as her ass clapped hard and loud against the man's thighs adding onto the symphony of moans and squishing flesh that echoed in the mist-covered air of the hot, steamy bathroom.

With a roar that cut and overpowered the rest of the noise in the bathroom, Greg threw his spasming pelvis far forward as he came deep inside Connie.

“Ooooh, that’s the stuff, haahhhh…”

Connie groaned in pure bliss, like having her womb filled with Greg’s hot cream was akin to the best massage in the world. It was the best source of relief, more than a clear oasis in the desert or a long sleep after a rough day. Since he took her virginity a couple years prior, his cum, whether ingested orally or taken vaginally or anally had become a key part of her diet that she could not go through a day without, whether she gets it when he drives her to and/or from school or during weekends when they hang out.

Greg pulled his softening cock back, Connie’s cunt squeezing him in an attempt to keep him in place. She failed and he managed to pull all the way out of her tender, well used lips. His cum flowed out of her like a turned faucet, a steady white stream pooling into the shower floor, mixing with the water before sinking into the drain.

The moment Connie felt that empty hollow feeling in her pussy, like a Pavlovian response, she spun around, dropped to her knees and took Greg's dick softening, yet still thick dick into her mouth. Her entire body tingled from the sharp, salty, sour taste of her and Greg’s mixed juices and she slurped and sucked like the thirsty little minx she was.

“Oooh, Con…”

Greg’s arms wobbled as he propped them against the wall. Connie’s tongue rubbing along his pisshole was making him weak in the knees. He was just getting flaccid but he could feel himself getting hard again by the second.

Connie pulled away with a pop and Greg’s cock shook out of her mouth, now pulsing with renewed vigor. But rather than do anything more, the younger girl simply got up and continued washing herself, making sure to clean her pussy deep. Greg took it as a sign to do the same but found difficulty focusing with a boner and his lover flaunting her wet, naked body.

As soon as the two finished, they grabbed their towels and dried themselves off before heading downstairs to the kitchen. They ate the dinner that Priyanka had already cooked up and stored in the fridge, all they had to do was heat it up. Much to Greg's surprise, Connie didn't attempt anything while they sat at the table, merely conversing with him instead. Part of him was glad because he needed a little bit of a break after cumming so many times at this point. When it was time for bed, Connie also didn't attempt anything, opting to go straight to sleep. Greg figured she must've been tired after a long day at school and violin practice.

It was in the wee hours of the night when Greg had already fallen into a deep sleep on Connie's bed, his broad arm hanging off the edge while his legs stretched all the way out. There was a subtle shifting of weight, doing little to stir the man out of his sleep. That was until something small crawled up his thick body and before he knew it, he could smell that familiar smell of teen girl arousal. He opened his eyes to be met with a small ass being spread wide apart showing off a dripping cunt that hung over his face.

"C-Connie, what are you doing?" Greg whispered, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"You already know what. We still have our late night trysts to get through. It's part of our weekend schedule." The younger girl smiled smugly.

Greg laughed. "Well you've gotten pretty sassy after a while haven't you?"

Connie giggled. "I guess getting dicked for so long does that to a gal. Now less talky, more licky."

Reaching out and grabbing her by the ass, Greg pushed his face into Connie's crotch, his bushy, bearded mouth engulfing the entirety of her tiny pussy. As he puckered and sucked her little pink folds with his lips, he lashed his tongue wildy and hungrily against her soaked slit, catching every drop of her juices, even lapping up whatever stuck to her inner thighs, replacing or mixing much of it with his saliva. Dipping his thick tongue past her folds, he swished it around her insides, hitting every sensitive bump he could find.

"Oooh, Greg... Keep going..." Connie moaned, her entire body shivering under the pleasure stabbing though her loins.

At some point, the two changed positions, with Connie ending up with her face down and ass up on the bed, with Greg hunched over behind her, eating her out with vigor and hunger. He moved his head up, sliding his tongue up her pussy, then over her taint. He picked up the pace the moment he tasted her slightly saltier asshole, keeping the tip of his tongue running rapidly around her winking pucker. Mind clouded with the taste of teen ass dancing on his taste buds, his movements became more intense, flooding the valley between her cheeks with his saliva until she was practically dripping with it.

Of course, there was a purpose to it. And it was clarified with Greg stood straight on the couch, squatting behind Connie while laying his bulbous head on her ass.

"Try to keep it down, okay? Don't wanna wake the neighbors." Greg whispered in Connie's ear.

Connie looked over her shoulder, throwing a daring look at her older lover. "No promises."

With his hand firmly on the base, he pressed forward, Connie's ass opening wide for Greg's fat cock, doing so much more easily compared to the first time thanks to how much they had both trained it with fingers and toys.

"Ohhh m-my- agh!" Connie squeaked.

"Oof. Man, after all this time you're still so... ahh..." Greg groaned, nearly falling forward from the deathly tightness choking his cock.

No matter how many times Connie had gotten fucked in her ass, that enhanced feeling of fullness, compared to getting fucked in her pussy, always left her cunt tingling and her knees weak.

Greg held the smaller girl by her slender hips and maintained a slow, steady thrusting pace. Regardless of how slowly Greg moved, it never failed to draw a noise out of her mouth, at the very least, a soft whimper. He kept it easy at first because he wanted to indulge in the delicious friction that sent rippling shocks up and down the length of his dick. Gradually, he went faster, only subtly so, just enough for his thighs to clap into her little ass, the rhythmic noise echoing throughout her room.

Greg felt pulled by both Connie's ass and the pleasure that held his mind hostage, coaxing him to fall forward, his larger body covering hers. With his position, her reached around her thin hip, his hand finding her pussy and immediately sticking three fingers right past her folds, burying them up to the first knuckle. As he hooked every digit, he pumped in and out of her, loud, wet squishing noises accompanying the steady claps of their flesh like a lewd duet. With both holes filled, Connie was assaulted by pleasure on both sides, rapidly dragging her to her end.

"Gr-Gre- Ohhh gosh, i-if you keep that up, y-you're go-hah! Gonna make me- mmmph!"

And Greg made things worse when he lifted his thumb, finding her tiny clit. He flicked it rapidly, drawing stronger reactions out of the teen girl underneath him, drawing louder and more drawn out mewls and making her shake like a leaf in the wind. He knew she was right there, right on the edge, but she just needed a little push.

"Cum for me, baby. You know you want to." Greg whispered in her ear, burning air lashing at her skin.

There was almost no lapse and Greg felt Connie seize up as her pussy juices squirted all over his thighs. Thanks to his trained reflexes from all the times they fucked in public he slapped his large hand over her mouth, making her cry out into his palm as her orgasm wracked her young developing body.

Because of how hard every muscle in her body tensed up, Connie's vaginal muscles choked the life out of Greg's cock, triggering his own climax, sucking out stream after stream that flooded her anal cavity, filling her guts rapidly with thick cream that blew her stomach up like a balloon.

Once the high of their initial orgasms faded, they both toppled to the side, ending up in a position where Greg was spooning Connie, his cock remaining in the hot grip of her asshole. This had always been his favorite part of fucking her before bed or in the middle of the night, which was using her as a cockwarmer as they slept in each other's arms.

"Never gets old..." Connie sighed with satisfaction.

"Mmm, same..." Greg hummed in delight.

"You still don't find our little... Thing wrong do you?" Connie asked out of curiosity.

"I haven't felt wrong about this in ages by now, Connie." Greg said confidently.

"Really?"

"Yup."

Relief released itself in a breath. "I'm glad."

"How bout you?" Greg asked back.

Connie delayed for a bit before answering. "No. I mean, I really enjoy what we have and everything but... I just wish we could be more open about it."

Greg nodded in understanding. "I get it. Maybe in some years we can. We just can't let anyone know how long we've actually been... y'know."

Connie puffed air through her nose. "That's true."

They both settled in their places, with Greg wrapping his bulky arms around her, nearly covering her entire torso like a blanket. Connie made sure to get as close to her lover as possible, never wanting him to leave her side.

“Hey Greg?" Connie called softly in the dark.

"Yeah?" The man answered.

"I think you're the best thing to ever happen to me. Thanks for showing me how to be free."

Greg couldn't stop a blush from painting his face. "Uh, you're welcome. And I'm... Glad I met you, Connie. And don't worry. I'll always be by your side."

"Do you think we can uhh... Drop the birth control someday?"

Greg couldn't help stifling a laugh. "I wouldn't be against it. It would be hard to explain to everyone, though. Especially your parents."

Connie giggled. "Yeah... Mom would kill me."

"Mostly me. But how bout you focus on school first and we can talk about... Kids later. You literally just got into high school.”

"Heh. Right."

They laid silently in each other's arms, blanketed in the warmth of their closeness and their love for one another. Greg's eyes shut for the night and quiet snores slipped through his beard-blanketed lips. Connie was still awake, laughing to herself, never getting tired of sleeping with her lover exactly like this.

"Love you, Greg." Connie whispered before falling asleep, dreaming of a fruitful future with the man who embraced her, seeing "Mr. and Mrs. Universe" painted across a van.