Jerry really wished he wasn't so thirsty that night.
It was supposed to be simple. How it should've happened was that he slips out of bed, carefully and quietly so as to not wake up his wife, Beth, because she had work at the Horse Hospital early in the morning and she would throw a fit if he woke her up in the middle of the night. Then he would sneak out of the door, walk on light feet down the hallway, go down the stairs, pour himself a glass of ice water from the pitcher in the fridge, down the whole glass, take a piss and make sure it hits the side of the bowl so as to not let anyone in the house hear him, then sneak back into bed and go to sleep. Simple, right?
At least it would have been if Summer's friend Tricia wasn't staying over for the weekend while her parents were out of town. Now, this wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't already in the kitchen, digging through the fridge. And that wouldn't be an even bigger problem if she wasn't bending over and giving Jerry a full view of that big bubble butt.
Jerry didn't know why Tricia decided on a pair of black booty shorts that were not only a couple sized too small but also had to show her round, flawlessly smooth ass cheeks in full, as if she was walking around in a thong. As the teen brunette rummaged through the Smith family's fridge, her booty jiggled like gelatin, mesmerizing the older, married man, keeping him locked in place as his hungry eyes followed every ripple and rattle of her plump flesh.
It was only Friday. This was going to be a long weekend.
"Jerry, no… Beth, your wife, is… still in the house!"
Not even internally reminding himself that he was married was enough to quell the raging boner that strained in his pajama bottoms. It didn't help that he had been sex deprived for God knows how long and Beth no longer found Jerry attractive enough for a handjob. Or even a kiss.
Jerry wasn't sure if it was the lack of intimacy getting to his head, but he could swear that Tricia was making passes at him this whole time since she first arrived. Every now and then he'd catch her looking at him with fluttery bedroom eyes. Sometimes if they passed by each other, she would "accidentally" bump into him in a way that made it impossible for him not to "catch" her with his arms briefly around her. A few times during dinner, when she would ask him to pass something like salt or a ketchup bottle, her hand would linger on his a split-second too long.
As much as Jerry was flattered by her "advances", since he didn't remember the last time anyone ever flirted with him, he knew he shouldn't reciprocate them in any way, shape, or form. She had just turned seventeen a few weeks back, so by all accounts, she was a minor. A busty, hourglass figured, fat bottomed minor, but a minor nonetheless. And the last thing Jerry wanted was to ruin his marriage and the rest of his life over literal jailbait. His life sucked enough as it did thanks to Rick.
"I'm… just gonna go back to bed."
Jerry fought himself to climb up those stairs and fought even harder to tear his eyes away from that barely covered teenage ass. However, right as he was about to leave, Tricia had stood straight and turned around just in time to catch him.
"Oh hey, Mr. Smith! What's up?" She greeted the man at normal speaking volume, flashing a warm smile while holding the pitcher of ice cold water that Jerry meant to get for himself.
Aaand things got even harder. And by "things" meaning, Jerry's dick. In addition to those booty shorts, Tricia also had on her usual tank top that showed off her smooth, slender midriff as well as an eye-catching amount of cleavage from her overdeveloped D-Cup breasts. And to top it all off, she wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples were poking straight through the sheer fabric.
Jerry's heart hammered in his chest and sweat immediately fell down his forehead. He tried to summon every bit of willpower he had not to look at her tits.
"Oh, hey Tricia. I was uhh, just about to head back to bed. Good night!"
"Hey wait!"
Jerry regretted stopping in his tracks and regretted facing her again even more. However, rather than getting distracted by teenage tits, he was met with a surprisingly coy look from the girl which he has never seen before since she first became a regular visitor. Perhaps a sign of vulnerability which he couldn't help but feel bad about.
"Wh-What is it?" Jerry asked, curious as he was concerned.
"Nah it's just… I can't sleep. Summer's knocked out. And uhh… I could use some company. If that's okay with you…" Tricia's voice trailed off at that last part.
"Is there something wrong?"
Rather than answer, she looked down at her feet, looking a tad gloomy. Part of him felt like this may have been just a ploy to get to him, but Jerry knew a troubled teenage girl when he saw one. He remembered times when Summer looked exactly like that.
"I just… look, you don't have to stay, you can go back to bed. I can get through it alone. I always do." Tricia forced a smile.
Jerry immediately went to Dad mode, coaxed into walking down those stairs and helping this poor girl out with whatever ailed her.
He pulled up a chair and sat down. "Okay Tricia, I'm not your dad but… I guess I could be the next thing for now. Tell me what's up."
"Wait, didja want a glass of water first, Mr. Smith?" Tricia offered.
"Oh right. That's what I came here for in the first place." He chuckled.
Jerry got up and grabbed a couple glasses from the top cabinet and set them down on the dining table. Tricia tipped the pitcher over both and filled them up. They each took a hefty swig, their throats instantly cooled, moistened, and, most of all, refreshed.
"Ahh… man, water really hits different at this hour, huh?" Tricia remarked with a smile.
"It does. Anyways, what's on your mind, Tricia?" Jerry asked, listening intently with his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm.
Tricia's earlier smile slowly dropped as she once again looked as somber as she did earlier.
"Oh right… uhh. So Mr. Smith… you ever felt like… even though you have supportive friends and family that like you, you feel so alone?"
Jerry rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, I wouldn't say I have anyone who's supportive of me. Or say I have friends. Or people that like me. But alone? Oh yeah, I feel that all time."
"What, your wife doesn't like you?" She raised a brow.
"Uhh, it's… complicated. Anyways, why do you feel alone?"
"Well… okay, I'm like one of the most popular girl at school and I got all these friends and all these girls that wanna be me and all the guys who wanna fuck me and all these guys who already fucked me-"
Jerry's face grew red. "Okay, I didn't need to know that last part."
"Sorry. Point is… yeah I got all these people in my life but… nobody knows the real me, y'know? Not even my own family. To everyone else, I'm just… Tricia, the daughter with daddy issues. Tricia the school's hottest, sexiest girl. Tricia the slut who likes piss, eating ass, creampies, and older m-"
"Again, too much info…" Jerry averted his gaze and cleared his throat.
"Right, my bad. Anyways yeah, I'm just… y'know, tired of putting up this front for so long. No one really gets me. And I don't think anyone wants to know more than what they already see me as."
Jerry nodded. "Oh, I see. You're… tired of trying to live up to everyone's expectations."
Tricia's eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. "Exactly! Yeah, you get me, Mr. Smith."
"I mean, I think that's just a thing that happens a lot in high school. Everyone's just… trying to find themselves and navigate through these crazy hormones. Beth was pretty popular and she had the same issues."
"Really?"
Jerry nodded. "But we got through them over time. It's just a part of growing up. You'll get past it and realize that you've been the best version of you this whole time."
"I am?"
Jerry confidently nodded. "Of course. And you don't need everyone to see that. Just the people that matter most to you. Heck, I can see it right now. A nice, smart girl with a lot of success ahead of her."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
The teen brunette nodded, looking a lot brighter than before, even able to summon a small, satisfied smile.
"Oh thank you, Mr. Smith! You're the best!"
Jerry's heart jumped when Tricia suddenly threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight, grateful hug. The would-be father figure was taken aback at first, anxious from such contact before giving her a tentative pat on the back. He didn't want to get too touchy with her.
As it lingered, he was reminded of her ample bust as it squished against his chest. He couldn't help but get a whiff of her hair, which smelled like strawberries and… pineapple? It was a pleasant, almost intoxicating aroma that Jerry couldn't help but get lost in and could have very well stayed in her embrace all night.
That was until Tricia finally parted from Jerry and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"So, are you uhh, ahem… feeling better, Tricia?" He cleared his throat as he asked.
The teen nodded. "Oh I feel way better now thanks to you, Mr. Smith. But what about you?"
He looked at her quizzically. "Me? What about me?"
"You said you were feeling lonely too, weren't you?"
Jerry anxiously scratched his cheek. "Y-Yeah? But that's… something I can just handle on my own. I don't really need help."
"Aww, I think you do. You just need to… ask for it."
Jerry nearly jumped out of his skin when Tricia laid her hand atop his own on the table. Her palm felt so pleasantly warm and smooth on his skin. He shivered as her thumb caressed the back of his hand.
"Uhh, Tri-"
Jerry froze in place as Tricia suddenly got in his face, both of her hands planted on his legs. She was so close, he could feel the heat and smell the peppermint toothpaste of her breath on his lips. His eyes were forced to lock with hers and the half-lidded, beckoning gaze rapidly crumbled his resolve.
"You're hard." She bluntly stated.
"W-What are you ta-guh!"
The man's nerves were lit aflame as Tricia straight up grabbed the solid tent he was pitching, with a grip like she was trying to strangle him.
"You were like this the whole time y'know. From the moment I saw you on the stairs and during our little deep talk up till now…" Tricia flashed a wolfish grin.
Jerry had no way to excuse himself out of this one. "Ahh, well-uhh-umm-it's no-"
Tricia put a finger to his lips, instantly silencing him. "Shh… it's okay, Mr. Smith. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not like you're the first married guy who's so… honest."
He loudly gulped, flinching as Tricia clenched his bulge a little tighter and started stroking him lightly. He remained at a loss for words, too distracted by how she was scratching an itch he'd been harboring for so long and how conflicted he was about all of this.
"Uhh, I… uhh…"
"You don't have to say anything… just let me take care of you… Daddy…"
Jerry couldn't believe hearing her call him that made him even harder than before. Such a cute little name that Summer, as a little girl, used to affectionately call him by, now twisted into a horrific reminder of his own personal frustrations, unfulfilled urges, and self loathing towards his rising receptiveness to this teenage temptress's advances. Thankfully, there was one tiny smidge of resistance left that was loud enough to reach the forefront of his mind.
"B-But Beth… mmm-my wife…" Jerry meekly squeaked.
"Well… nobody has to know, if nobody says anything right?" Tricia reasoned.
"B-But… I can't just… cheat on her…" Jerry's voice became as thin and as weak as his resolve.
She nodded in agreement. "You're right… but if I let you go right now, are you sure you can handle it on your own… even though I'm down the hall and I'd be more than happy to help?"
He gulped loudly, his tight throat getting as dry as his lips. "Tricia… what are you…"
"I mean… if you wake Mrs. Smith up right now and tell her you're horny, would she be willing to… help you?"
"W-Well no, but-"
Tricia laid her hand on his cheek, making him squirm even more. "Exactly… unlike her, you can always count on me to help you with your needs."
The offer, combined with her continuously stroking his bulge, became a siren song too powerful to resist. He was never an assertive or confrontational person, always meekly accepting whatever happened to him, his defenses always flimsy from the start. And Tricia was taking full advantage of it.
"Y'know what… I think I know how I can help you without you having to cheat on your wife."
Jerry really should have just dropped everything and went back to bed right there, but she had her hooks in too deep to get out.
"A-And what would that be?"
Tricia let go of Jerry's crotch and sat back in her chair. The older man had no idea whether or not he should feel relieved or upset that she parted from him so soon while his cock still ached for attention.
"You can just… jerk off right here and now… right in front of me… we won't even have to touch each other."
The suggestion was no less crazy than having sex with her, but Jerry's accumulated arousal clouding his better judgement wouldn't let him realize that and instead had him consider her offer.
"I mean… I guess as long as we're not touching each other… it can't be cheating right?" He bargained, feeling just a bit better about all this.
Tricia nodded in agreement. "Of course. And me grabbing your dick doesn't count either. I initiated it after all."
"Yeah, that's right… okay, m-maybe this could work."
"Yup. Now then… how about you whip it out?" She asked with a sensual purr.
"O-Okay…"
Jerry couldn't believe what he was doing. Agreeing to jerking off in front of Tricia. His daughter's friend! Someone he had partial responsibility to take care of. A minor! He was literally old enough to be her father, double her age where he was thirty-five and she was seventeen. That vast gap alone should have repulsed him from the start.
Instead it was what partly enticed him. And she was so convincing, so sure, and most of all, so sexy, that he couldn't possibly say no. He had always been too passive to fight back against people trying to control him and this just became another prime example.
Tricia watched with rapt attention, leaning forward, biting her lower lip with her focus purely on Jerry while he pulled down his pants. He was so hard, the tight tug of cloth against his dick felt painful. He felt like he hit a snag that lasted forever, but his anxiety made it feel that way.
Once he pulled his dick out, Tricia's eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets and her jaw was about to fall off. Her fixated gaze took a rather long climb up and down the length of Jerry's member. She barely noticed she was drooling.
"Ooh Mr. Smith… you're sooo the right size for this." Tricia partly closed her eyes, commenting with arousal.
"Th-Thank you? This is still uhh…yeah." Jerry's nervousness overwrote his awareness of her compliment.
She licked her lips. "Mmm, you're so big and hard, too… how does your wife not wanna ride this thing every day?"
"Ahh… well, I dunno… she says it hurts sometimes."
Tricia blinked in disbelief. "Seriously? If I were her, I'd fuck you every night till morning!"
Jerry's dick twitched and he was ashamed of how aroused he got from hearing that. Tricia noticed and her predatory grin stretched her face even more.
"Oooh, did that turn ya on, Mr. S? Does that mean… you do wanna fuck me?" She teasingly asked, leaning forward and giving Jerry a better view of her cleavage.
The older man couldn't even tear his eyes away from her, completely under her spell. He backed up into his seat in a futile attempt to maintain distance, but there was no escape. "Ahh, um…T-Tricia, please…"
She withdrew, remembering their agreement. "Right, sorry. Too close. So then how bout you show me how you… use that thing?"
Jerry gulped as he slowly brought a shaky hand to his cock, nerves lighting aflame the second he gently grasped it. His cock was so thick, he could just barely close his fingers around it. He slid his hand up and down, drawing a whooshing breath as the friction between his palm and his shaft surged his loins with heat in a way that kept him going, despite his shame.
"I'm so going to Hell for this…" Jerry thought.
While he jerked himself off, he glanced at Tricia, who was every bit as enthralled by the whole thing. She watched with bated breath, bringing a finger to her mouth and excitedly bit on the tip. Her free hand rubbed along her bare leg, creeping along her inner thigh, teasingly drawing towards that heat beneath her shorts. She spread her legs, the movement drawing Jerry's gaze to what was between them.
"Don't stop… keep stroking that big meaty cock for me, Daddy…" Tricia's voice was a near whisper.
"Hah-ahh…"
Jerry shuddered a breath, getting even hotter under the collar seeing the way his sexy teenage guest looked at him. The way his wife hasn't looked at him since… he didn't even know if she ever did. Even on the Blue Moon that they had sex.
It was really doing it for him. His arousal had a stranglehold on him, coaxing his hand to keep moving up and down the whole length of his dick. All the while Trisha kept goading him while doing very little.
"Mmm, is it just me or is it getting kinda hot in here? I think I need to… cool off a bit."
Jerry was confused at first until Tricia grabbed the bottom of her tank top before pulling it up and over her chest. Her massive, Double-D breasts fell with a couple hefty bounces, capturing Jerry's lusty gaze and leaving him hypnotized.
Tricia sighed in relief. "Ahh, that's better… feels good to let these girls breathe now and then."
"Oh God…" Jerry gulped.
"Oh? Sorry, Mr. Smith, am I… distracting you? With these?"
The teen temptress emphasized her words by lifting each of her boobs from underneath them, to accentuate them in Jerry's point of view. Her bright pink nipples were front, center, and fully erect. She gave them a few playful bounces, making his eyes follow along.
Then she shut her thumb and index fingers over her nipples and started pinching and pulling them, stretching the soft flesh of her breasts like taffy. She started twisting them, wrinkling the skin and drawing a humming moan from herself.
"Mmm…"
The married man couldn't stop his stroking hand from speeding up at the sight of such tasty teenage tits. He hated to admit they were even better than Beth's, even when she was Tricia's age. Jerry fell even deeper and deeper into temptation by the second and he just couldn't stop.
"Wait, not so fast, Mr. Smith… don't want you to finish so soon." Tricia softly urged, beckoning Jerry's senses.
"O-Okay…"
And he obeyed for some reason. He slowed the movement of his hand for her sake. Even though Tricia wasn't the one touching him, he hadn't felt this good jerking off in… ever. Bracing himself against the unprecedented pleasure, he took his free hand and tightly held onto the side of his chair, taking some part of his mind away from the heat rapidly building in his balls.
"Ooh, not gonna lie… kinda hard to just sit here and do nothin but watch…"
Tricia hooked her fingers on her booty shorts before pulling them and sliding them down her long, shapely legs, Jerry watching the entire journey all the way to the tip of her toes before she kicked it away. She spread her legs once again and Jerry nearly came then and there.
Tricia's bare pussy was picture perfect. Jerry knew she "got around" yet she didn't look as ruined as a seasoned pornstar or prostitute. Between a pair of smooth, round mounds lightly sprinkled with brown hair, her inner labial folds stuck out, giving that "roast beef" look. And between them was her liquid arousal puddling onto the seat of her chair.
"Tricia, you-ohh man…"
Just the mere sight nearly made him blow right then and there, but he stayed his hand, averting a crisis. His body definitely felt it, the way it jumped in place, how his eye twitched and how he bit his lip so hard, he tore some skin.
"Don't stop on my account. I'm just gonna…join you…"
Tricia moaned through her own bitten lip as she slid a finger along her slick, fleshy slit. Her lips slightly spread apart as the top of her finger shifted along her folds. She made sure to keep eye contact with Jerry as she did so to maintain his focus on her, whether it be on her seductive gaze or her pussy.
And his eyes were definitely directed downwards.
"Ah-Ahhh-mmmph…"
Tricia let out a high pitched, cat-like mewl as she slipped her index finger into her twat. She stuck it all the way to the first knuckle, enough to hook her finger and prod at her inner walls. Then she flicked her wrist back and forth, properly finger fucking herself, each pumping motion eliciting wet squishing noises that sounded like they were right in Jerry's ear.
"Mmm, Daddyyy… wish this was you…"
Tricia moaned, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes as if imagining just that. While she was knuckle deep inside herself with one hand, she used the other to abuse her breast, twisting and tugging her solid nipple until it hurt too good.
"Oh God, please Tricia, do- ugh!"
Jerry couldn't. He really couldn't. He threw both of his hands on the side of his chair, letting his cock flop and throb emptily between his legs, precum flowing nonstop. If he touched himself again, he wasn't going to last any longer, especially while this sexy seductress was masturbating before him. In fact, he wanted to do more than just jerk off in front of her. So much more.
"Ahh-oooh…"
Jerry watched with a silent gasp at Tricia not adding one finger or even two, but three more fingers into her pussy, and it took every single one like they were nothing. Oh how easily she was able to fuck herself with nearly her entire hand turned Jerry on to no end. He struggled to hold back the beast waiting to break out of its cage. His defenses were utterly destroyed and so was any notion of politeness and morality. Even if he wasn't cheating per se, he was committing a sinful act regardless.
And he only wanted to commit even more.
"Wha-"
Jerry nearly fell backwards as Tricia jumped from her seat, instantly standing over him. Her bare breasts were just a push away and her cunt hovered over his legs, just a squat and a nudge away from his cock. She had on foot on the edge of the dining table, keeping both of her legs spread apart.
"T-Tricia, wha-what are you-"
"I think ya might need a little help, Mr. Smith…"
Tricia demonstrates what she meant by leaning forward, putting her crotch right over Jerry's dick, close enough for him to feel the heat of her cunt. She pumps her fingers in her pussy a few times, the noises that ensued practically deafening to his eardrums. Spreading her labial folds open her, juices start dripping, falling on top of Jerry's glans and sliding down his long, veiny shaft. He froze and flinched from how her slick felt like lava against his flesh.
"Go ahead… you can start again. Now you're all lubed up." She spoke with a sensual lick of her lips.
Jerry was at a loss for pretty much everything. "Tricia, I-I don't- I- uhh-"
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Or maybe you need more than that. Here."
"Ahh-w-wa-Tri-I-gah!"
There it was. The barrier that the two set had shattered by a single grip. Tricia wrapped her fingers around Jerry's dick in a possessive grip. Their eyes met and stuck together as she started stroking him.
"Wait, that's no-wha-we-hahh!"
Jerry could barely get a word in, his resistance was completely shot by Tricia's soft hands, made even better and dirtier by the fact her own slick was being used as lube.
"You like that, Daddy? Really does feel like you're fucking me aren't you?" She giggled.
"I-I-ahhh-c'mo-plea-"
Jerry hated how good Tricia made him feel. He hated it more that he was doing nothing to stop her. But he couldn't, even if he wanted to. And he didn't want to, even if he had every authority and ability to do so. She literally had him by the dick, giving him pleasure that he had been deprived of for so long. The kind he had been starving for that Tricia was now lovingly feeding him.
The teenage temptress sighed dreamily as she eyed Jerry's cock with as much love as she did with lust. "Mmm, I love the way you feel in my hands… so big and hard. I like when guys show me how much they want me."
The thought of Beth had already gotten so far out of Jerry's mind, it was overwritten by the dopamine and adrenaline fogging his mind from Tricia's almost reverent treatment of his manhood. The way she stroked him at just the right pace, how she twisted her hand to cover as much of him as she could. How her other hand cupped and fondled his ball sack, treating it playfully like a toy yet also carefully like something priceless and valuable.
And she wanted what was in it.
"Oh God… hey, w-wait!"
Jerry felt like he hung off the edge of a cliff as Tricia perched the flappy lips of her cunt right on top of his dick. She rocked her hips, sliding his sensitive tip along her slit. The older man immediately threw his hands on her hips, fingers clenching on her soft flesh. Yet he froze.
"Don't worry, Daddy… lemme take care of you. The way your wife almost never does." Tricia spoke with eyes full of carnal desire, seeking to do anything to fulfill it.
"W-We really shouldn't…" Jerry futilely pleaded, arguing with himself more than the temptress in front of him.
"You say we shouldn't. But you're not tryna stop me…" Tricia giggled, almost evilly so.
And she was right. Jerry was doing nothing to resist or even push her away. And even if he could, he knew she wasn't going to back down regardless of what he said or did. She only got this far because, despite his every attempt to keep distance, he was never in control. She was just biding her time and playing along until his guard was down enough to go in for the kill.
It didn't take a second to impale herself on Jerry's dick.
"Nnggh-ah-ahh-mmm!"
Tricia slapped her hand over Jerry's mouth, shutting down his ensuing scream. He was going insane, his body convulsing, his eyes bulging and darting, his heart going hundreds of beats per minute.
He could barely handle the way her well used, yet tight pussy clenched and rippled every inch of his dick. Like a fish taking the bait, he was instantly hooked. The very taboo aspect of this act combined with long, unsated urges had trapped him in place as much as Tricia's hot body did. She had already crossed the line and now he did too.
Now all Jerry could do was go even farther.
"Mmm-mmm…"
Grabbing a fistful of his short brown locks, Tricia pulled Jerry's lips forcefully into hers for a lusty, almost needy kiss. He instantly melted into it as her tongue quickly found his own and engaged in a sloppy, spit-dripping dance. Beth hadn't given him so much as a kiss in his cheek and here was Tricia smacking lips with him like she wasn't the only teenager here.
Jerry shivered like the room was freezing cold when Tricia raised her body, his erection dragging along her slick, meaty walls. He never felt another woman besides Beth so this sensation around his dick felt so different. He didn't know if it was because of the adultery or the age difference but… Tricia felt leagues better.
"Hold on for me, Daddy… let me take my time."
Tricia caressed Jerry's cheek as her plump bubble butt bounced and jiggled every time she slammed it on his lap. She took it slow, making sure he could keenly feel every bump and ridge of her hot young cunt. She rode him and moved her walls with all the expertise and control of a teenage whore, splitting itself wide enough to let him smoothly shove every inch all the way to her cervix and grip him like a vice when he did.
"Well, Mr. Smith? Ya like my tight teen pussy milking that big, mature cock?" Tricia giggled, holding Jerry by the cheek to keep his lusty gaze locked with hers.
"God, I've never… you… you're really good at this…" Jerry heavily huffed.
Tricia smirked with pride. "Heh, I get that a lot. No need to be shy, Mr. Smith. Enjoy my body any way you want. This is your moment to really let loose."
The words felt like a different language to his usually subjugated mind. "My… moment. To let… loose?"
She nodded. "Mm-hmm! Use me to vent all your frustrations. I know you got plenty."
"Yeah… I do…"
"Ha-oooh, Daddyyy… that's it!"
Jerry didn't hesitate to follow Tricia's advice. With every jump on top of him, her plush chest flesh bounced in his face, just begging to be played with. So he lunged forward and captured a nipple between his lips, clamping it between his teeth. He bit and pulled, stretching her boob, gnashing on the hardened nub like a wild animal.
At the same time, he slapped both hands on her bare bubble butt, his fingers bruising into her plump cushions, her thiccness bulging between his fingers. With the tighter grip on her, he ended up wresting control of her, being the one to set the pace as he slammed her ass onto his lap. The constant collision of flesh emanated a rhythmic clapping noise that echoed throughout the dining room, maybe even the entire house.
"Oh God, Jerry… don't stop… beat this pussy like it owes you money. This pussy is yours! You own it!" Tricia cried out in erotic glee right in her lover's ear.
"Yeah… mine…and I'm… gonna use it all I want!" Jerry growled, the words not sounding like his own but he felt them deeply.
At that point, Jerry was beyond caring about who heard them or who caught them. That forbidden fruit had tasted too sweet to stop indulging in. He wasn't just hooked, he became addicted, and he was going to chase that high all the way to the end.
"Heh… too bad about Beth. She doesn't know what she's missing. If I was your wife, I'd never let you walk around so painfully horny. If I saw it, I'd take care of it right away." Tricia's tone oozed with promise.
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. Better yet… if I was your daughter, I'd always take care of my Daddy."
Jerry gulped, fighting hard not to think about how that idea turned him on even more.
"D-Daughter…?"
"Mmm-hmm. Wouldn't that be better? To groom and train your own personal fucktoy? I bet that's what you wanted to do to Summer when she was a kid." She lewdly goaded.
He shook his head in denial. "Th-That's not true… I-I've never thought about her… th-that way!"
Tricia bit her smiling lips as Jerry completely lost control and handed it back to her. She was back to fucking herself on his member like he was no more than dildo while playing with his head like a fiddle.
"Really? You mean, you never looked at her in a certain way after she hit puberty? Even after her boobs grew in?"
Jerry shook his head, trying to shake off Tricia's words that tried to infect his mind. "N-Not… once…"
"Oh? So during all the times your wife turned you down, you never thought about going to Summer's room, pulling those pants off and… shove that horny dick into that fresh young cunny?"
"Ahh, I- Tricia please, don-guh! N-No!" Jerry nearly shouted.
Tricia giggled. "If I was her, I'd always do what Daddy said. Just say the word and I'll get on my knees or bend over for you… whenever. You. Want."
Jerry's heart jumped at the quick puff of air against his nose on the "t" sound. All the images she was putting in his head, all the tempting ideas she promised, started to compound into something…
"Nnnggghh-aahhh!"
Something in Jerry snapped and he sprung to his feet, taking Tricia with him. The next thing he knew, she was laying underneath him, her back flat against the dining room table. Her face twisted into utmost ecstasy as the man pounded her into the table, rocking the entire thing with the lust-filled strength of his thrusts.
"You wanna be my fucktoy so bad. Fine. Now take this dick like one, you dumb, sexy slut!" Jerry growled, his voice nigh unrecognizable.
"Ahh-hahh-ack-ahhh-mmmmphh!"
Tricia shrieked, throwing her head back and gaping her maw to let the whole house, no, the entire neighborhood hear the extent of her pleasure. What control she had earlier had been forcefully taken away from her as he rammed his full girth and length into her slutty quim like a raging bull with an urge to mate. He held her in place, binding her wrists together above her head with one hand while the other clenched around her throat, though just tightly enough to exert his dominance, but nowhere near enough to cut off her air.
"O-Oh-Ohhhh, Mr. Smiiiith! You're. Fuck. Ing. Me. Sooo gooood! Dooon't stooop!"
Tricia was as turned in as she was intimidated by the look Jerry gave her. No longer did she see that meek, anxious guy that hesitated to even go near her. She was under the subjugation of a straight monster who lost himself to his raw, primal instincts and sought nothing but to feed into his animalistic hunger.
She let herself get caught in Jerry's mounting fury and get lost in the bliss that ensued. The brutal bashing of her womb felt like a spa treatment to her, just something hot and relaxing to immerse herself in like a mud bath. Her legs were raised high and spread in a V as she took the man's vigorous rutting with enhanced lust and enjoyment. She could even feel herself getting there as it went on.
"Tricia… you're… on the pill right?" Jerry strained his words, feeling that telltale biting ache on his prick that told him the end was nigh.
The buxom brunette knew there was only one reason why he'd ask that and the thought left her heart fluttering.
"O-Oh? Are you getting close?"
Jerry slowed his thrusts slightly, but just enough for her to notice.
"Ahh, yeah… I need to know if it's… s-safe.."
She hummed a laugh. "Hmm… well, I might not be… but you can do it inside me anyways."
Jerry's heart dropped. "Wha- but, you might-"
"Not a might. Will. And I want it."
Tricia shut her legs tightly around Jerry's waist, trapping him in place and taking away any chance of escape. She drank in the shocked gasp that came out of his mouth.
"Tricia a-are you crazy!?"
"Mmmaybe… but think about it… if you knock me up… I get to give you daughters we can train to fuck you."
Jerry threw his head around to fight against the temptation of that idea. But his body fought back, the approach to his end not stopping in the slightest.
"I can be your personal fleshlight… and your fleshlight factory… So go ahead. Cum inside this hot, slutty pussy. And I'll give you more to use."
"Gahhh fuuu-"
That was the last straw. Jerry was no match against the shameless young slut that had taken advantage of him. Before he knew it, he hilted inside Tricia's twitching twat, his swollen glans docked against her cervix as he unleashed an absolute tsunami of semen. It fired out of his flared pisshole in seemingly endless waves, immediately filling and bloating her waiting womb.
"Oh-Ohhh-ohhh my Gooo-"
The absolutely overwhelming volume of Jerry's seed proved too much even for an experienced whore like Tricia, feeling like five guys were cumming inside her at once. As a result her own climax struck her like an anvil from the sky, forcing her back to arch, her hips to twitch, her limbs to lock around his body and a keen moan out of her throat into her lover's ear as she sprayed her own juices, drenching her thighs and crotch along with his.
"Ohhh geez…"
Their orgasms passed at the same time and they both ended up slumping into one another. Jerry's body weighed a ton on top of Tricia's body, but she accepted it with open arms as she lovingly embraced him.
Jerry could barely lift a finger, his arms feeling like they were attached to cinder blocks. Despite that, he sighed as he luxuriated in the afterglow of perhaps the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. He forgot the last time he's had post sex cuddles like this but he was tempted to stay like that for the rest of the night.
"Mmm, that was awesome, Mr. Smith… haven't felt that good in a while." Tricia purred as she rubbed his back.
"You probably say that to the other guys." Jerry's mind cleared up slightly, remembering who he was dealing with.
Tricia giggled. "Okay, guilty as charged. But… I don't mind if you're the only guy I get to bang all weekend."
Jerry almost forgot he was supposed to watch over her this weekend. He felt like he failed in that regard. As someone who was entrusted to take care of her, he did everything wrong and then some.
And yet, it didn't devastate him like it should. And that bothered him.
Oh, she has permanently ruined him.
When Jerry found the strength to rise, he pulled away, flinching as his softened cock dragged along her flooded, velvety walls. When he fully unplugged himself, his thick cream foamed and bubbled out of her, staining the dining table cloth dripping onto the carpeted floor underneath, staining that as well.
"Holy cow, look at all that mess you made." Tricia giggled, watching Jerry's cum ooze out of her well-used pussy with giddiness.
"God, I need to clean it up… hold on…"
Jerry stumbled on shaky feet as he made a quick trip to the garage. He came back with some kind of handheld vacuum cleaner, but instead of a hole, it had a long LCD looking screen.
With the press of a button, it let out a cyan colored light that Jerry pointed towards the spot on the table between Tricia's legs, then the carpet. Both stains as well as Jerry's cum vanished without a trace.
Tricia looked amazed. "Wow… guessing that's something of Rick's?"
Jerry nodded. "Yup. We use it to clean up around the house."
"Neat. But you missed a spot that needs cleaning. Don't worry, I got it."
"Huh? Whaddya-wah!"
Tricia threw herself onto her knees as she instantly took Jerry's flaccid cock into her mouth, taking it all in one gulp, her lips kissing his crotch. She sucked and lashed her tongue around the entire length, leaving no inch unlicked.
Jerry's knees nearly buckled, Tricia's hot, sucking mouth proving a little much for his tender, sensitive dick. He folded over, holding her by the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her sweat-lined, frizzy locks, but did nothing to pull her off. He could feel his arousal gradually returning, much to his dread.
Before his boner could return at full force, Tricia thankfully, or unfortunately pulled her mouth away, leaving Jerry's sausage to dangle loosely between his legs. She leaned forward and planted a chaste, wet kiss on his cock, making it twitch alive for a split second.
Tricia sprung to her feet, pulling her shorts back up in the process. "All done! So. You feeling better now, Mr. Smith?"
"I-I'm not sure…" Jerry sighed as he pulled his pants up.
"Well, just remember. If ya need some 'help' again, just say the word. I'm here all weekend. But we can do it even afterwards." She flashed a flirty wink.
"I'm… not sure if we should do that again, Tricia…" Jerry spoke with waning conviction.
The girl only giggled at his words, like they meant nothing.
"Yeah, they all say that too. Every man is loyal till I get my hands on 'em."
Tricia left with those parting words before skipping towards and up the stairs. Just before she could slip out of view, she turned to Jerry one last time.
"Wet dreams… Daddy."
She blew him a kiss and she was gone before he had a chance to react. Jerry just stood there with a dead look on his face, struggling to process everything that just happened.
It took him a while to muster the will to go back up the stairs and back to his bedroom. With his wife. As he slipped back into the covers, he laid there motionless as he faced the ceiling, eyes wide open.
He had hoped that, since such a great thing came to him, that none of it happened and it was all just a dream. When did Jerry ever get anything good, anyways?
Meanwhile, Tricia slept like a baby as Jerry's cum settled inside her, warming her insides and staining her sleeping bag.