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It was just Nate and his father, so I usually spent the time watching TV, shooting pool, or just chatting with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home. The weird thing was that Mr. C always seemed to be in his boxers when I arrived. He worked as a car mechanic at a local shop, and he peeled his clothes off as soon as he got home every day, spending the rest of the evening in his boxers…and sometimes a t-shirt…regardless of whether or not I happened to be visiting.
One day, about two months after I started dating Nate, I got to his house while he was still at practice, just like I normally did, and Mr. C opened the door when I knocked.
He smiled and said, “Hey, Donna…c’mon in”, as he stepped aside so I could enter. We exchanged hugs, then I followed him into the family room where we typically watched TV until Nate got home. Just like the other times I’d come by, Mr C was in his boxers and a t-shirt, so everything seemed pretty normal.
As we watched whatever movie happened to be on the tube, I couldn’t help but notice that Mr C kept glancing over at me. I smiled to myself and blushed a little when I realized he was checking out my breasts. It made sense – I was an attractive brunette….about 5’5”, with a nice body and 34E tits…and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I almost never wore a bra because I liked the feeling of my boobs swaying and jiggling when I walked, and I enjoyed the attention I got from my nipples poking out from whatever top I was wearing.
That day I was wearing a tight tank top made of a light cotton fabric and, with no bra on, my areolas were almost visible through the thin material and my nipple bumps were obvious. Mr. C was having a tough time keeping his eyes on the TV and, after the third or fourth time I caught him staring at my breasts, he gave me a sheepish grin and suggested we play some billiards in the den while we waited for Nate to get home.
Still smiling at the dilemma I was creating for him, I said, “Sure, Mr. C”, and followed him over to the pool table.
As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts. Trying not to be obvious, I couldn’t help but check out the fact that he was clearly getting an erection, probably from watching my jiggling tits and protruding nipples. When he stood up after racking the balls, I could see that his cock was hanging down one leg of his boxers and, as it began to stiffen, it was creating a pretty clear outline of his shaft in his shorts. It was an impressive sight….his dick appeared to be about 8” long and fairly thick….and I was pretty sure it wasn’t fully erect yet.
He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our eyes met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than sheepish.
I smiled and glanced away, and we began casually playing pool….chatting amiably and trying to keep our eyes off of the other’s bumps and bulges, but not doing a very good job of it.
After about ten minutes, it was my turn to shoot and I decided to try a bank shot. I glanced at Mr. C’s crotch…where his fully engorged prick was clearly pressing against the restraining fabric of his boxers…and asked if he could help me figure out how to bank my shot.
He said, “Sure, Donna…here, let me show you.” He stepped behind me and leaned over my back as I bent over the pool table. I could feel his hard dick rubbing against my ass as he placed his hands near mine on the pool stick.
From behind my left ear he said, “If you aim for that little diamond with the cue ball, it should knock your ball right into the corner pocket…go ahead and give it a try.”
As he removed his hands from my pool stick so I could shoot, he slipped one hand around my waist, and used the other one to softly massage one of my breasts, finding my firm nipple with his fingers as he did. At the same time he pressed his hips forward, rubbing his stiff rod against my ass cheeks in a gentle, rocking motion.
Feeling his cock against my ass and his fingers pressing my boobs, I smiled to myself and took my shot….and made it. I realized I was enjoying the sensations of his hands on my tits and his rigid pole pushing against my ass, so I didn’t move after my shot for a few seconds as he continued bumping his erection against my butt from behind.
I laughed, and….still bent over the pool table….looked back over my shoulder and said, “It worked, Mr. C…looks like you’re pretty good at this.”
He chuckled and replied, “Nah…you just need to let the stick do the work.”
Since I wasn’t trying to wriggle away from him, Mr C figured he had a green light and began pawing my tits more aggressively. With one hand still squeezing one of my boobs, he used the other hand to reach between us and pull my panties down to my knees, then flipped my skirt up onto my lower back. Then he fished his fully erect penis from inside his boxers, stroked it a few times while bouncing the tip against my naked ass cheeks, before sliding it up and down the crack of my pussy.
Mr C moaned and said, “Wow, Donna, you’re soaking wet. I guess all these sticks and balls kind of got to you, eh?”
I laughed and replied, “Yeah, let’s see what you can do with that stick,” as he smeared my pussy juices all over the tip of his cock, then slid it into my vagina….slowly at first, but then more quickly as he shoved it deeper inside me.
My God, it felt good!
He was about the same length as Nate, but a bit thicker, and his prick was hitting all the right spots inside my cunt in this position…. I was still bent over the pool table, resting on my elbows, with my thighs pressed up against the cushions and my heavy breasts swinging freely beneath me. Mr C had pulled my tank top up past my boobs so he could fondle my tits and pinch my nipples while he continued to pound me from behind.
I’m not sure what had gotten me so worked up, but his cock felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning, as a delicious orgasm crashed through my entire body. With his ball sack slapping against my clitoris with every thrust, and his fingers tweaking my nipples, I felt a second climax follow closely after the first….it was a little smaller, but still felt wonderful.
I moaned and murmured as my orgasms washed over me, “Oh, my God, I’m cumming…. aaaahhhhh.... aaahhhhh…. holy shit, that feels amazing…..hmmmm….uhnnn…uhnnn….yeah…yeah….just like that….shit, I’m cumming again….aaaahhhh….fuck, yesssssss……aaaahhhhh.”
I laid my head on the felt of the pool table as I enjoyed my two orgasms, while Mr C kept hammering away from behind me. I could hear his breath begin to catch, then he grabbed my hips and slammed his cock as deep into my cunt as he could and blasted several ropes of cum inside my pussy, groaning and grunting as he did.
“Oh, yeah….uhnnn….uhnnnn….yeah…yeah....ooohhhhhhh….aaaahhhhhh….God, yesssss….hmmmmm…”
He slowed down, but kept sliding his dick in and out of my pussy as the last few streams of semen spewed from the tip of his dick against the walls of my cunt. When he’d emptied his nutsack, he plopped himself down onto my back and we rested there on the pool table…his cock still stuck inside my pussy, and my tits squashed against the felt material beneath me….while both of us caught our breath.
Suddenly, we heard the front door open and Nate called out, “I’m home, dad. I see Donna’s car outside, so I guess she’s already here?”
Mr C and I both jumped up from the pool table and quickly re-arranged our clothes….I pulled my tank top down over my exposed boobs, pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt, while Mr C tucked his now flaccid shaft back inside his boxers.
I hurried out to the foyer and wrapped my arms around Nate’s neck, followed by a big ‘welcome home’ kiss. I could feel some of Mr. C’s cum dripping down the inside of my thighs, and I just hoped it wouldn’t become obvious.
I said, “Hey, babe….how was practice?”
Nate said, “It was OK…I’m kinda beat up. But it was good.” Then he pulled me away to arm’s length, looked me up and down, with his eyes landing squarely on the bumps my nipples were making in my tank top and said, “Wow, you look great. I love that outfit on you.”
Mr C had circled around from the den to the family room before sauntering up to the two of us, clapped his son on the shoulder and said, “Hey, Nate….rough practice today?”
Nate said, “Hi, dad….yeah, a lot of tackling drills.” Then he turned to me, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “I’m going to run upstairs for a shower. I should only be a few minutes, then I’m all yours.”
After Nate went upstairs, Mr C and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised.
“Holy shit, that was close,” I said.
Mr C nodded and said, “Yeah, but I have to say….totally worth it.” He reached out with both hands and gently massaged both of my tits, adding, “I’ve been wanting to grab these since the first day I saw you.”
I blushed a little, reached out with my hand to squeeze his cock through his boxers and said, “Well, this was more than I expected, but…I agree…definitely worth it.”
He pointed me to the downstairs bathroom where I cleaned myself up and fixed my make-up for my date with Nate.
My date with Nate went great….he got a blowjob on the way to the restaurant, and for dessert….he fucked me in the back seat of his car, with me straddling his lap – bouncing up and down on his stiff cock – while he fondled my boobs and sucked on my nipples.
Two days later, Nate and I had plans after his practice, so I again showed up at his house an hour, or so, early, figuring I’d spend some time with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home.
Mr. C answered the door…in his boxers, as usual….and let me in. As we hugged “hello”, I felt one of his hands squeeze my ass cheek, while the other one reached in between us and groped one of my boobs. I smiled to myself, then pulled away a little and said, “Why Mr. C…what’s this all about?”
I glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his prick was hanging out of the slit in the front of his boxers. It was semi-hard already, so it stuck out from his body, with a soft bend to the shaft, and the head pointing down at the floor.
He said, “I was hoping you’d come over early again….last time was amazing. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
I giggled and said, “Me too, Mr. C….I couldn’t miss another opportunity to get my hands on this bad boy.”
I reached down and gently stroked his cock, feeling it grow in my hand, as he grabbed a tit in each hand and began gently squeezing and pinching. I was wearing a short crop top made of stretchy lycra material that day, which left nothing to the imagination. My nipples always seemed to be stiff, and they made big bumps in the thin, elastic material. I was also wearing a lightweight summer skirt with a flare bottom, and thong panties.
We were still standing in the foyer and, after I had jerked Mr. C’s expanding schlong for a while, he released my boobs and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees and encouraging me to suck his dick. I didn’t need a lot of encouragement….he had an impressive cock, and my mouth seemed to automatically open and draw the head of his shaft inside. I began bobbing my head back and forth on his stiffening pole and running my tongue around the ridge of the bulbous tip. At the same time I used one hand to stroke his growing shaft, while the other fondled his dangling nutsack.
Once he was fully erect, I pulled his engorged prick out of my mouth….admired it for a few seconds as I continued sliding my hand up and down the glistening shaft…then stood up, smiled at him, and turned toward the family room…pulling him along by his rigid cock.
When we got to the family room, I released his dick and pulled my crop top up to my chin, freeing my boobs to bounce and jiggle as I plopped down on the sofa. Mr. C just stood there watching me as I slipped off my thong panties, spread my legs wide, ran my fingers along my pussy lips to moisten them, and began rubbing my clitoris.
“Is this what you were hoping for, Mr. C?” I purred.
Mr. C smiled, kicked off his boxers, and climbed onto the sofa, slipping in between my legs and using one hand to guide his rock hard prick toward my drenched pussy. He rubbed the tip along my pussy lips a few times, then slid the head of his cock inside me and began slamming it back and forth, pounding my cunt like a piston.
My God, this felt amazing! I began grunting from the force of his thrusts and moaning my pleasure as I felt a massive orgasm building between my legs.
“Uhnnn….uhnnn….uhnnn….yes….uhnnn…yes….just like that….fuck, yeah….my God, that feels good…. uhnnn…. uhnnn…shit, I’m cumming….uhnnn…yes….keep going….yesssss….aaaahhhhhh….hmmmm….aaaahhhhh….yes…..so good….”
Mr. C kept plowing my pussy, his eyes locked on my heavy breasts swinging all over the place and crashing into each other as he hammered away between my legs. Suddenly he grabbed both tits hard, and gave an extra thrust with his cock, pushing it as far into me as he could, before blasting a huge load of cum deep inside my cunt.
We rocked our hips together a few more times as he emptied his nutsack into my pussy, then lay down on top of me…his still hard dick shoved deep inside my vag….as we both caught our breath.
Fortunately, we weren’t interrupted by Nate this time. After a few minutes I crawled out from under Mr. C and scampered into the downstairs bathroom to clean up and fix my make-up. Mr. C cleaned himself up in the kitchen, shoved his flaccid penis back into his boxers, then plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV. I joined him there after I finished in the bathroom, and we watched part of a sitcom while we waited for Nate to get home.
I dated Nate until we went away to different colleges the following fall, so I managed to swing by his house a little early every time he had football or basketball practice. When I knocked, I knew his father would always answer the door in his boxers….sometimes he’d already have a tent in his shorts, and sometimes his semi-hard cock would be hanging out of the opening in the front of his boxers. It didn’t really matter….within a few minutes his dick was rock hard and sliding in and out of my mouth or pussy.
Mr. C was pretty creative, too. He fucked me in the kitchen, on the sofa, out by the pool, bent over the pool table…sometimes he fucked me standing up right by the front door as soon as I arrived.
As far as I know, Nate never caught on. He was getting plenty whenever we were on a date, so there really was no reason for him to suspect.
Yep, that senior year was a good one. And I think my favorite part was waiting for Nate to get home from practice. -->
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