Emily Shepperson stood in the dining room doorway, watching Chris set the table.

“I’m not so sure she’s right for him, Chris. She is older, after all.”

Chris laughed and carried on laying out the knives and forks for the Sunday roast.

“She’s 19, and he’s 17. She’s hardly a cradle snatcher, is she?”

Emily didn’t look convinced. She folded her arms.

“Look, you know he’s our son, and I worry about him, that’s all.”

“Em, maybe someone slightly older might be good for Sam. Yeah, he’s 17, but he’s lazy. He can do more than part-time alongside college, and most days he’s as immature as a four-year-old.”

Emily rolled her eyes at her husband before turning back towards the kitchen.

About five minutes later, Sam came running down the stairs. He’d heard her car pull up outside. “She’s here,” he called over his shoulder, already heading for the front door.

Emily and Chris stayed in the dining room, waiting.

Sam opened the door just as Maisy was getting out of her car.

Sam walked her into the house.

“Mum, Dad, this is Maisy.”

Maisy Drury stood there in tight jeans and a vest top. She wasn’t petite, but she wasn’t fat either — just a naturally healthy, curvy body with a perky set of 32D tits that would stay that way for years. Her dark hair brushed her shoulders as she moved.

Emily got up straight away and gave her a quick hug.

“Nice to finally meet you.”

Chris just nodded from where he was standing by the table.

“Alright, Maisy.”

Maisy said hi back. Her eyes stayed on him unexpectedly. He was older and insanely hot, but something about the way he stood there made her flush a little. She looked away before anyone noticed.

Halfway through the meal, Emily turned to Maisy with a smile.

“So, Sam’s told us absolutely nothing about you,” she said. “What do you actually do?”

“I’ve just become the assistant manager at Harlequin Estate Agents in town,” Maisy replied.

Chris looked up from his plate, his attention suddenly shifting towards her.

“Really?”

“How impressive for someone so young,” Emily said. “I work at Asda alongside Sam, but full-time, and Chris’s a self-employed electrician.”

Maisy told them about the targets and hard work she’d put in to earn the position. Chris listened intently, asking questions and seeming genuinely interested.

She tried to act casual, but inside she was thrilled. She’d noticed him almost as soon as she’d walked through the door, and now she had his full attention.

Every time he looked at her, she felt that little flutter again.

She kept her expression under control, just giving him a small smile whenever their eyes met. She didn’t want to make it obvious.

But inside, she was grinning from ear to ear. She liked him. More than she probably should, considering she’d only just met him.

A little while later, Sam pushed his chair back.

“Come on, Maisy. I’ll show you my room. We can chill upstairs for a bit.”

Maisy smiled and got up, thanking Emily as she left the table. As she followed Sam towards the stairs, she glanced back without really meaning to.

Chris was still sitting at the table.

Their eyes met for a moment before she quickly looked away and carried on upstairs.

Once they were out of earshot, Emily started clearing the plates.

“She seems okay,” she said.

Chris nodded. “Yeah, she does.”

Emily gave him a sideways look.

 “You seemed quite interested in her job.”

“I was. Assistant manager isn’t exactly something you hear every day.”

Later on, Chris came out of the bathroom and heard voices coming from Sam’s room.

It was Maisy.

“Sam, why do we even need condoms? I’m on the pill.”

“I know,” Sam said. “But this is all still new to me. I’d rather just use them.”

Then Maisy’s voice came through clearer. 

“Fine.”

 Chris laughed under his breath and went downstairs, trying not to picture them in that room.

The TV was on in the background as Chris and Emily sat together on the sofa, both almost ready for bed.

Chris glanced towards Emily. “So, did Sam ever tell you how he and Maisy actually met?”

Emily smiled. “The one thing he did tell me is that some mutual friends had a party, and they met there.”

“Really?” Steve said, looking back at the TV. “Funny, he only mentioned that.”

“I know. He doesn’t exactly tell us much, does he?”

Chris laughed quietly. “Definitely not.” 

A few minutes later, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Sam and Maisy appeared downstairs again, dressed fully as they had been before they went upstairs earlier.

Sam glanced towards them. “You two still up?”

“Just about,” Emily replied.

“Thanks for dinner,” Maisy said with a smile. “I was just going to head home.”

Emily glanced towards the window. The rain was coming down heavily. “No, you can’t. It’s absolutely pouring outside. Don’t drive in this.”

Maisy hesitated. “I’ll be okay.”

“No, honestly, you can stay here tonight,” Emily said. “Sam can lend you a T-shirt or something to sleep in.”

Sam looked at Maisy and shrugged.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You can have one of mine.” 

Maisy smiled, looking a little unsure. “Are you sure?” 

“Of course,” Emily said. “There’s no point you driving home in weather like this.”

Maisy nodded. “Okay. Thanks, Emily.”

Everyone had been in bed about an hour by now. Maisy woke up from a mix of needing the toilet and not being used to her surroundings. She slipped out of bed quietly so as not to wake Sam, and made the same effort of stealth on the trip to the bathroom. On her way there, however, she heard Emily let out a muffled groan, and her curiosity was piqued.

Creeping ever so slowly up to Emily and Chris’s room, she looked through the small gap where the door hadn’t closed fully. The sight made her gasp silently.

Half the bedroom was covered in fitted wardrobes, all mirrored. With the help of a small lamp beside the bed, she got a clear view of the action.

Chris was behind Emily, feeding her long, hard, confident strokes. Not the hurried ramming a boy would do. Proper hard thrusts, steady and deep, like he knew exactly what he was doing. His dark hair shone in the light, the few silver streaks only making him look better. His body was more muscular than she thought — shoulders and back flexed every time he pushed into her.

Maisy’s eyes flicked to Emily. Yeah, she had big tits, but they sagged a bit. Maisy ran a quiet commentary in her head.

Oh Emily, you lucky bitch… but why aren’t you slamming back into him? You’re up on your arms — you should be face down, biting the mattress and pushing that arse up for him.

Her own nipples were already hard. Her pussy was getting wet just from watching. God, what I’d give to be where you are right now.

She stayed a bit longer than she should have, then forced herself toward the bathroom. On the way back, she couldn’t help another quick look.

Emily was cumming — but still holding in the sound.

Emily, you should be moaning like a whore… not keeping it in.

Then Chris’s face changed. He tensed hard, hips jolting forward with every spurt as he came inside her. Maisy stood frozen in the dark hallway, glued to the sight.

At that moment, two things hit her at once and made her realise she was going to end up on the receiving end of that cock somehow. It didn’t matter how. It was going to happen.

First was the sound Chris made — a deep, primal, lust-filled grunt that came right from his chest as he finished.

Second was his cock. Even after he’d cum it was still more hard than soft. In the lamplight she watched him pull it out of Emily, shiny and covered in their mixed mess.

Maisy’s eyes went wide. Without thinking, her hand slipped down and cupped herself through her knickers. In her head she spoke straight to her own pussy.

Blimey… would that even fit?

The very next morning Maisy got another treat. 

She was just coming out of Sam’s bedroom when Chris walked out of the bathroom, ready for the day and smelling good. Work polo shirt, those workwear trousers with all the extra pockets that made most women — including her — weak at the knees. She had to stop herself from breathing harder.

Sam let her use the bathroom quickly, even his toothbrush, which she wasn’t thrilled about. 

“Be quick though, Maisy. I need a shower before college.” 

“Ok, ok. Don’t be too long yourself or your mum’ll be banging on the door.” 

“I doubt it,” Sam said. “She’s been at work since six.” 

With that, he left her in his bedroom and headed for the shower.

Now was her chance to get the ball rolling. 

She slipped her bra off easily and stuffed it into her handbag. Her nipples poked out proudly against the vest top. Then she found herself walking into the kitchen as if she lived there.

“Morning, Chris. Is it alright if I grab a coffee and a banana before I go?”

“Yeah, yeah, help yourself,” he said without looking up from his diary of jobs for the day, still drinking his own coffee.

Maisy plonked her cup down right next to Chris’s and stood close next to him as he sat at the table. She brushed along his tough forearm. He looked down at her fingers, then slowly up to her face.

She made sure to eat the banana like she was sucking cock — lips wrapped around it, cheeks hollowing a little as she took it in. Their eyes met and stayed locked. At the same time, she pushed her chest out, the top stretched tight, nipples clearly poking through, giving him a proper view of what she’d already decided he was going to get his hands on eventually.

Chris shifted in his seat, his trousers suddenly feeling tighter. He cleared his throat and looked away, searching for anything boring to say.

“Traffic’s been mental lately,” he muttered. 

He was clearly trying to keep it dull, keep his eyes off her, but his leg had already bounced once under the table, and he still hadn’t moved his arm away from where her fingers were touching it.

“I bet you have a busy week, don’t you Maisy? Being the assistant manager and all.”

Chris finally stood and put his cup in the sink. She followed straight after him. When he turned, she was right there, ample tits pressed firm against his chest. She took another slow bite of the banana, lips wrapping around it like she was sucking something else, eyes on his.

“Oh, it’s always busy,” she said. “But I do have a half day Friday… I’m booked in at the salon for an all-over body wax.”

She heard the first of Sam’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Leaning right in, her mouth almost touching Chris’s ear, she whispered, “From my neck down… I’m not gonna have a single hair on my body. Completely smooth. Every part.”

Then she slid into a chair just as Sam wandered in, being his usual dopey self, completely oblivious to the tension hanging in the kitchen.

Chris grabbed his diary and his packed lunch, muttered a quick goodbye, and got out of there fast. 

Once he was in the van, he just sat for a second, shook his head, and let out a long breath.

God, what’s with her? he thought.

Midweek came around, and Emily had offered Sam to invite Maisy over for dinner on Wednesday.

She arrived straight from work, looking completely different from when they had last seen her. She was dressed in a little business suit, a short skirt, tights and heels. She kissed Emily on the cheek, handed her a bottle of wine and some flowers, then sat down on the sofa with Sam while Emily finished getting dinner ready.

Chris came home not long after, and before long they were all sitting around the table, eating together.

Chris couldn’t help noticing how she was dressed. There was no denying she was an attractive young woman, but it was her behavior that had him puzzled.

The last time she’d been around him, she’d seemed to be throwing herself at him, making it pretty clear what her intention was. Tonight was completely different. If anything, she was giving him less attention than anyone else in the room. 

Part of him was actually relieved. He’d had no idea how he’d have dealt with things if she’d carried on the way she had before. 

That was until they’d finished eating and settled into a bit of after-dinner chit-chat. Chris was half listening when he suddenly felt the pointed toe of her heel slide slowly up the back of his calf, just enough to make his cock twitch. 

He didn’t move. Just glanced across at Maisy.

She sat there completely at ease, chatting away to Emily like nothing was happening. 

“Right, Sam, help me get all this in the dishwasher, and then I’ll get the trifle out the fridge.” 

Sam groaned but stood up. The two of them started ferrying plates and glasses back and forth to the kitchen, leaving Maisy and Chris alone at the table for a few seconds.

With her foot back where it should be, Chris hissed as quietly as he could, “Maisy, what the fuck are you playing at?” 

She glanced round, making sure the coast was clear, then leaned in and whispered hotly, “I want some of what Emily got on Sunday night.”

“Don’t be absurd,” he shot back. “I’m old enough to be your dad, and you’re supposed to be loyal to Sam.” 

“I can be loyal to both of you.” She winked, then added a “sir” at the end.

Chris hated to admit it, but hearing her call him that made him even harder.

Just then Emily came back through with the trifle and started dishing out dessert.

A little later Sam brought Maisy downstairs to see her off. Emily was in the bath and Chris was on the sofa watching TV.

Maisy paused by the front door. “Shit, I think I’ve left my hair bobble upstairs.”

Sam sighed and headed back up to look. She knew full well she hadn’t left anything. As soon as he was out of sight, she turned and walked straight over to Chris.

She sat right down next to him, thigh pressed hard against his, the skirt riding up. “Chris… I like being manhandled. Hair pulled back. Spanked so hard it stings and burns. I want your handprints all over my arse.” 

“Maisy, stop,” he growled, already shifting in his seat. 

She leaned in, lips close to his ear. “I’ll never tell you to stop. Not you… and not that cock I watched you fuck your wife with. I want it buried in me. I’ll cum and cum and keep cumming until I’m shaking and dripping, and I’ll still beg for more of whatever you feel like giving me — hard, deep, rough, I don’t care.” 

Chris’s jaw locked. His cock was again rock hard and straining painfully against the front of his trousers. He could feel the heat of her leg, smell her perfume, and it was taking everything he had not to grab her right there on the sofa. His breathing had gone shallow. He was suffering, and she knew it.

Then she called up to Sam, “Oh never mind — found it in my bag!”

She turned back to Chris. For a second, neither of them moved. Then she went all in, grabbed a proper handful of his hard cock through his trousers, gave it one firm squeeze, and whispered, “That’s mine soon. Oh, and by the way, I’m as tight as fuck… you’ll have to really force that thick cock into me. Stretch me open. I want it to hurt. I want you to ram it in until it fits, big boy. And if it gets you harder, I’ll call you daddy while you’re doing it. I’ll moan it. I’ll beg for it.”

She let go, walked to the bottom of the stairs as Sam came down, gave him a long wet kiss, and left.

Chris was still sat there, cock throbbing where her hand had been.

Friday afternoon, Maisy was in the salon.

She’d made it clear to the therapist — no hair anywhere. Not a single one.

A few hours later, she walked out sore and red-raw, but she knew it would settle quickly with some aloe vera gel. She texted Sam: Helping my parents with something Friday night, but can I stay Saturday night?

He replied a bit later: I’ll ask my mum, but it should be ok x

That evening Chris brought it up while they were in the kitchen. “Maybe you were right about her,” he said. “Maybe she’s not right for him.”

Emily looked at him, surprised. “I had my doubts at the start, yeah… but I actually really like her now. She’s good for him. I adore her, if I’m honest.”

Chris just nodded and kept his mouth shut about everything Maisy had said and done. 

Sam did ask his mum if Maisy could stay Saturday night. 

Emily said yes, but reminded him they were both at work at seven on Sunday morning, so Maisy would have to leave early with them. 

When she told Chris later, he let out a quiet breath of relief he hoped she didn’t notice.

Maisy was in her bedroom when Sam’s text came through. She read it, smiled like a good girlfriend, and typed back that it was fine, complete with a couple of kisses.

Then she dropped the phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling, already wet at the thought of spending the day getting her cervix probed by her boyfriend’s hot dad, while Sam and Emily would be none the wiser.

Saturday night they were all in the living room. Emily and Maisy sat on one sofa with a bottle of wine between them, talking quietly. Chris and Sam were on the other side, mostly watching the film.

Maisy didn’t look at Chris once. Didn’t touch him, didn’t say anything off. Just laughed at Emily’s stories and sipped her wine. It left Chris both relieved and unsettled at the same time.

When it got late, Sam stood up and stretched. “Coming up?”

Maisy followed him upstairs. Once the door was shut, she sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a soft look.

“I’m really tired tonight… and I’ve been a bit sore since the wax. Can we just… not? I’ll take care of you though.”

She got him to lie back and jerked him off quickly, watching his face the whole time, while in her head she was already saving every bit of herself for Chris — if she could get him to crack.

Next morning, just after six, the three of them were in the kitchen, still half-asleep, holding mugs of coffee and not saying much. 

Then Maisy’s face just crumpled and she started crying. 

Sam put his arm round her straight away. Emily set her mug down and came over. “Hey, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

Maisy kept blubbering, wiping at her face. “I’m really sorry… I wasn’t gonna say anything; I’ve tried to keep it in…”

“What is it?” Emily asked. 

“It’s my parents,” Maisy said. “They’ve been arguing a lot lately and they both have the day off today, so it’ll just be a warzone when I go home. I just want some peace.”

Emily’s maternal side kicked in straight away. “Right, that’s it. You’re staying here all day. Take some time. I’ll leave a note for Chris so he knows you’re here — he’ll sleep in till mid-morning anyway.” 

Maisy kept the tears going. “Thank you… I’ll just stay in Sam’s room all day and watch telly. There’s snacks in there so I won’t need to come out…” 

“Nonsense,” Emily said firmly. “You’re welcome here, and you’ll treat this house like your home. Are we clear?”

Maisy nodded, still wiping at her fake tears. “Thank you.”

Once the front door shut behind Emily and Sam, Maisy stopped crying like someone had turned a switch.

She went up to Sam’s room, stripped off completely, and stood naked in front of the mirror. She sprayed perfume over her bare skin — neck, between her tits, down her stomach, and right between her smooth thighs — then rubbed it in slowly with both hands. Her nipples were already solid.

A couple of minutes later, she heard Chris get up, shuffle sleepily to the bathroom, then go back to bed.

She gave him a few more minutes to drift back to sleep, already wet at the thought of what she was about to do, before she made her move.

She walked into his room and got in bed behind him. Pressing her tits against his back, she slid her hand straight into his pyjama bottoms and wrapped it around his cock. It was already half-hard. She started pumping it slowly, squeezing on every upstroke.

Chris groaned and pushed his body back into her. “Mmm… babe, thought you’d already left for work…”

She kept stroking him, kissing his back, then put her mouth right against his ear. “I don’t work weekends. And I’ve been thinking about this dick since I watched you fuck your wife with it. So you’re going to give it to me.”

Chris froze for a second, in pure shock. Then he ripped himself away and jumped out of bed. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

He marched round to her side and tore the covers off. He didn’t want to look, but his eyes went straight to her — perfectly perky tits with those incredible tight nipples, the rest of her smooth and inviting. 

“Get up. Get out of my bed and get some fucking clothes on. Now!”

Maisy stayed right where she was on Emily’s side of the bed. She stretched like a cat, arms above her head, back arched, tits pushed up, then let her legs fall open.

She looked at Chris and spoke. “Your wife’s side of the bed still smells like her… but I bet it’d smell better with my cunt all over it.”

Then she slid two fingers straight down between her smooth lips, pushed them deep inside herself, and slowly pulled them back out shiny and sticky. She brought them up to her mouth and sucked them clean, eyes locked on him the whole time, making a wet little sound as she did it.

Chris let out an angry growl and lunged. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up off the bed.

“Ohh…” she breathed, eagerly. “There he is. There’s the man I want. More… give me more—" 

That only made him angrier. He let go of her hair, clamped a hand around her throat, and shoved her hard up against the mirrored wardrobe doors. Her back hit the glass with a thud. He was right in her face now, breathing heavily and furious, his grip tightening just enough to make her gasp.

They just stared at each other, breathing heavily.

Chris’s hand stayed tight around her throat, his face full of pure hate — hate that she’d come into his bed, hate that she was Sam’s girlfriend, hate that his cock was rock hard and pressed against her stomach. He looked like he wanted to shove her away and fuck her at the same time.

Maisy’s eyes were glassy and hungry. She didn’t look scared. She looked like she was getting off on every second of it. Her lips parted, a small shaky breath leaving her as his fingers flexed against her neck. She pushed her hips forward just enough to grind against the hard shape in his pyjamas, matching his hate with pure want.

Chris sneered right in her face, hand still around her throat. “Why the fuck would I risk everything for a little bitch who doesn’t know the first thing about taking cock like a real woman? Huh?”

Maisy’s eyes just went wider. She shoved the same two fingers straight down into her dripping cunt, fucked them in and out twice, then pushed them into his mouth.

The second her taste hit his tongue, he groaned and sucked them clean like he couldn’t help it, until she slowly dragged them back out.

She reached down, pulled his rock-hard cock out of his pyjamas, and wrapped both hands around it. “I taste good, don’t I?”

Chris just stared, mouth open from the feel of her hands tugging on him.

“Now kiss me,” she said. “Let me taste it.”

He didn’t move.

She sped up, jerking him faster. “I said kiss me, sir.”

Something in him snapped. He crushed his mouth against hers and shoved his tongue in deep, the grip on her throat finally loosening as he kissed her like he hated her for making him do it.

Their mouths were locked, tongues shoving into each other, both of them breathing hard through their noses. Maisy’s hands stayed wrapped around his cock, pumping it filthy and fast, twisting on the upstroke, smearing the precum all over the head while she kissed him like she was trying to climb inside his mouth.

"Come on," she urged him, moving Chris towards the bed. She pushed him back, forcing him onto the bed, into a seated position. Her eyes were not leaving his throbbing pillar as she got onto her knees in front of him. Still looking at Chris’s massive organ, she reached up and tugged his trousers down his legs, pulling them off and tossing them aside casually. Maisy moved between Chris’s knees, bringing her hand forward and sliding her fingers back onto his bulging prick. 

"Oh, my God." Chris moaned out, letting his head roll slightly.

This was the first time Maisy had actually seen it up close and unrestricted. She stared for a second, then wrapped her hand around him and started stroking his pulsing cock.

“Jesus…” she sighed. “I knew you had a big one, but holy shit!” 

"You like it?" Chris asked, trying to still be calm with his son’s girlfriend on her knees in front of him, jacking his cock.

"You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to get my hands on this fucking massive cock!" she said excitedly, now using both hands to stroke Chris’s throbbing prick. "How much I've wanted to suck you off!"

"Mmm..." Chris groaned, squirming to her touch. Hearing someone other than his wife talk like this was so fucking hot!

"God damn..." she said softly, admiring his cock from up close, gazing at the swollen shaft and the thick, angry mushroom tip, which was already leaking manly sperm. Chris felt her eyes drifting down to his balls, hungrily admiring the swollen sack. She looked up at his pleasure-ridden face and smiled. "I can't believe I’m doing this!" she said with a giggle.

"Holy fuck!" Chris called out in shock. He watched Maisy’s open mouth descend over his swollen, girthy shaft, taking in half of it in one smooth movement. "Ah! Fuck yes!" he said as he felt Maisy’s plump lips wrapped around his throbbing meat. Holy shit! She was doing it! Maisy was sucking his big fucking cock! And it felt so fucking good! Jesus! He felt her tongue against the underside of his cock, massaging it lovingly, savoring it. She looked up at Chris as she began slowly bobbing up and down. "That's it... suck my cock, Maisy! Yes!"

Maisy’s eyes twinkled in joy as she inhaled his mature hard cock like a fucking slut, smoothly taking the top half in and out of her mouth. With her hand, she stroked the remaining half of his pulsing weapon, making sure every inch of Chris’s cock was well taken care of, as a good slut should. She sucked him with fervor, with hunger, as if she'd been starving for cock for far too long. She savored it with her mouth, with her soft lips, with her tongue, giving the thick prick the worship it deserved. After a minute of this, she pulled her mouth from his prick, detaching her swollen lips from her boyfriend’s dad’s cock.

"Jesus..." Maisy moaned out, eyes glassy with lust as bands of spit connected the head of his cock to her panting mouth. "This is the best fucking cock! Oh my God!" She then dipped her face forward, attaching her mouth to Chris’s large nuts. 

"Ah!" Chris called out, feeling the teen’s tongue massaging his balls. She took one of his nuts between her lips, sucking on it lightly, sliding her eager tongue over his sperm-filled nut. She repeated the same treatment to the other testicle, fully worshipping Chris’s balls. Once they were sufficiently covered with spit, she detached her lips from his balls before taking his dick back into her mouth. She brought her palm up to his sack, massaging the spit-covered balls in her hand as she inhaled Chris’s cock. Spit was leaking down his shaft as she sucked him off vigorously. She was really, really into this.

Chris looked up, gazing at the reflections in the mirrors. Between the usual bedroom stuff, there he was, naked, sitting on his bed, a naked Maisy between his legs. Her head bobbed in his lap, her hair grazing over his thighs. Her arse pointed right at the mirror, the perfect round cheeks being showcased while parting slightly.

"That's it, Maisy. Suck my cock!" he told her, smirking slightly. He put a hand on the back of her head as she focused on sucking him off. Chris’s cock was tingling in her mouth; she was sucking so well. She brought her palms back to his thighs, digging into them with her nails, with her head pointing straight down, vigorously sucking dick.

She was still sucking when, on the next downstroke, Chris shoved his hand hard on the back of her head and forced her straight down. He tried to ram that thick cock clean into her throat, but it was too fat for her little gullet and just jammed there. He didn’t stop though— he kept pushing, grinding, trying to shove it through anyway while she gagged and choked around it.

Only when he finally let go did she pull back, gasping, nearly throwing up from the dick-gagging.

“Oh my god… that really is a big fucking dick.”

She spat a thick string of spit straight onto the head, then dived straight back down and took as much as she could, sucking hard and fast.

Roughly, Chris threw Maisy onto the bed, and as her back hit the mattress, her boobs jiggled firmly. And before she could react, he joined her on the bed, climbing on top of her. Her eyes flashed with lust as he got on top of her, sliding his hands up her stomach, feeling her firm and smooth skin. It felt great, but he had his sights set on a greater prize.

Chris’s eyes jumped to her peaks, jutting upwards, nipples still diamond-hard. He slid his hands up her body, towards her rack. The flesh looked so smooth... so soft... so silky. Maisy wasn't stopping him. She wasn't stopping this. Chris’s hands were getting close to her tits.

"You don't have to be afraid, Chris," Maisy purred.

"What?" he asked, confused, his hands still feeling her ripe flesh.

"You don't have to be afraid to put your mouth on my nipples. I know my breasts are just so, so perfect, and that can be a lot for a man like you. But I know it... You're strong. You're mighty. You can handle sucking your son’s girlfriend’s tits, right? You can wrap your lips around my hard nipples and suck them, bite them... worship them, and you wouldn't lose yourself, right? You can let yourself be smothered by my warm, soft, firm breasts and not become addicted to the feeling, right? You can butt your nose into my deep, dark cleavage and smell the air between my tits, and be totally unaffected, can't you?" Maisy teased.

"Ahh... YES!" Maisy moaned out, arching her back, forcing her breasts up against his face. "Take my nipple, Chris. Suck on my fucking nipple, Chris."

Chris’s cheeks hollowed as he began sucking on her teat. He took his hand and squeezed at both of her boobs firmly as he sucked the stiff nipple. He let his tongue run circles around her stiff nipple, covering it with spit. Chris flicked the hard nub with his tongue, playing with it, chewing and sucking it firmly.

"You know how to fucking suck tit, baby." Maisy complimented, scratching his scalp as he worshipped her nipple. "Do the other one, Sir."

Chris slid his tongue over her smooth flesh till it landed on her other nipple. He began sucking that nub in earnest, soaking it with spit, playing with it lightly but firmly. He squeezed her breast, forcing her nipple as deep into his mouth as it could. A wet sucking sound filled the room as he sucked her big tits. Maisy wasn't moving, allowing him to switch back and forth, playing with each of her swollen nipples. The areas around her nipples were soon soaked with spit. Chris felt Maisy purring deep in her throat as he worshipped her nipples. She massaged his hair lovingly as he sucked at her chest. 

"Mmmm, Chris, I would happily let you do this all fucking day," Maisy said lustfully. His eyes jumped to the bedside clock, and he was shocked to see a half hour had passed. Maisy grabbed his chin and pointed his face up at her. "Your mouth is fantastic, and my tits sure do appreciate the attention. Other parts of me sure could use that kind of worship." Maisy let her hands travel to the top of his head, and she began to push Chris down. He backed up and crawled down the bed. As he did, Maisy spread her firm legs, and Chris found his face inches above Maisy’s bare cunt.

In one smooth motion, Chris dove down and attached his open mouth around Maisy’s small, tight, dripping cunt. He extended his tongue till he felt Maisy’s pussy against his tongue for the first time. He gave her dripping cunt one long, hot lick and pulled back. 

"FUCK, that's hot!" Maisy spat out. She reached down and took his hair between her fingers, holding him down. "Don't be afraid, Daddy. Just dive in." He hesitated, and her eyes stared him down. "Eat," she insisted firmly.

Maisy’s juices were on his tongue. He wished he could say he didn't like it, but she tasted absolutely incredible. Her juices were so flavorful and hot. The taste sent a jolt through his cock as it rubbed against the bed. Maisy’s expression was firm, and her nails were teasing his scalp, letting him know she was in control of the situation, and she could be mean if she had to. But again, what she wanted was what he wanted.

He pushed his face into Maisy’s cunt, his tongue lapping at her copious juices, giving her fevered licks.

"Aaahh! YES!" Maisy screamed out, scratching his scalp firmly. "Eat it! Eat that cunt!"

Her juices were dripping out of her pussy at a steady rate, and Chris’s tongue was there to collect them. He let her juices coat his tongue as he licked the length of her slit, his tongue sliding against her plump, sweet lips. 

"That's right, lick that cunt, Chris," Maisy whispered. "Dig that tongue in there... get it in deep."

He complied, jabbing his tongue into Maisy’s sweet, tasty cunt. And he could already tell, just by jamming his tongue into her, that Maisy’s cunt was on a whole new level of tight.

Chris jammed what he could of his tongue into her cunt, getting those deeper, tastier juices from inside her pussy. He lapped at her cunt with his tongue repeatedly, pleasuring his own son’s girlfriend. He had his mouth jammed so hard against her cunt that her throbbing clit was brushing against his nose. This caught his attention, so he slid his tongue out of her, up her lips, and began to tease around her clit.

"SHIT!" Maisy spat out. "YES! Don't fucking tease me, Chris. Suck my clit!" she exclaimed, impatiently. As he teased her clitoris, he saw her body react, goosebumps arising. Chris circled her clit for a few bits, up and down her pussy lips, anywhere but the clit itself. Finally, not drawing it out too long, he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked.

"YES! FUCK! YES!" Maisy moaned out. "Suck it! Suck my fucking clit! YES!"

He teased her clit with his lips and tongue, playing with it lightly, driving her crazy.

"UHHH! FUCK! FUCK! YES! UUHH! OOOHHH!" Maisy said, closing her eyes as her head fell back. Her legs and stomach were both jerking with pleasure. Chris was hitting her in the right spot. She was rubbing the top of his head as he sucked her clit. "Oh, that's it! Eat my cunt. Suck my clit! Oh, I'm close! I'm close! Keep going... keep going! Oh. OH! OHH!" she moaned.

Maisy’s body jerked violently, and she roughly held him against her cunt, holding his open mouth around her slit, making sure he fully experienced her orgasm, making sure that when she came, his open mouth was right there, ready.

"C'MON! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! YES! YES! YES! YYEESS! YYEESS! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! YES!! FFUUCCKK!" Maisy screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt jerked on Chris’s tongue, and suddenly, his mouth was inundated with a hot stream of girl-cum. "HHHNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YYESS!" she screamed.

“Can you really handle how good it’ll feel when I cum on your cock? I need to know if you can handle it, or if you will... wilt," she said, rubbing his arm. Again, Maisy was testing his manliness.

A sneer crossed her face, and her voice changed. "Well... lay it on me," Maisy dared, glancing at his jutting cock. He reached down and made sure his cock was still in place. Chris glanced down one last time at Maisy, and then, finally, he began to push his cock into her.

This was it. The moment of truth. This was the last moment before Chris entered the world of real cheating. This was the last instant where he could have any claim of being faithful to Emily. Yes, they had performed oral sex on each other, and that was cheating. But now, this was about to be full-on, penis-in-vagina cheating. Real cheating. Thick, man cock in tight, teen cunt. They were both primed. The edge had been taken off, and now, they were both ready to go. They were both ready to give it their best.

It was on.

Chris drove his hips into her, trying to enter her pussy, but it didn't want to give. Chris’s cock was driving, but her pussy was not giving in.

"Jesus, Maisy, you're tight," he grunted. "Can that pussy actually take a big cock?"

"Ha," Maisy replied sarcastically. "Trust me, I've taken a big dick before. My pussy just hasn't gotten a good workout in a while. Just grow some balls, Daddy, and keep pushing. It'll fit," she said, squeezing his bicep.

He pushed into her harder, trying to drive the throbbing tip into her cunt. Her puffy lips had slightly spread around the tip, but it was still not allowing entrance. It was like trying to shove a baseball bat through a pinhole.

"C'mon Chris... be a man! Do it! Fuck your son’s girlfriend!" Maisy screamed out to him. Chris’s blood boiled, and his face transformed into a scowl.

She wanted the beast. She was about to get it. 

He reared back and then drove into her as hard as he could, with no mercy or any regard for her discomfort. And finally, Maisy’s pussy yielded and wrapped around his full, mushroom tip. 

"Ahhh!" Maisy sighed lustfully.

"Fuck!" he grunted, feeling Maisy’s pussy stretched around the end of his shaft. Chris looked down to see his cock jutting from her pussy, and the sight was thrilling. And even though he only had the tip inside her, the feeling was sensational. He needed more.

Now that his spear was inside her, he knew the hard part was over. He looked down at Maisy, gauging her reaction. Her eyes were glassy with lust, and she was awaiting more. Maisy wanted more cock. And Chris would happily oblige. 

He reared back and drove into her again, and this time the move was super effective. He was able to drive a good four inches of cock into Maisy’s eager, grasping cunt. 

"Oh... GOD YES!" Maisy moaned, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Hmm!" he groaned.

"You like that?" Maisy gasped out. "You feel that? You feel my CUNT wrapped around your shaft? You feel it squeezing your thick, monster cock? You feel my pussy smothering that throbbing dick, giving it the pleasure it needs? You feel how much it loves that cock? You feel how it is pulling you deeper? My cunt wants the whole thing, Chris. It wants every fucking inch of your cock! I want to feel your balls against my arse! Do it, Chris! Give it to me!"

He did feel what she was saying. Maisy’s cunt was unbelievably tight. It felt SO fucking good! Better than any pussy he had ever felt. Her cunt was squeezing his cock from every angle. It was smothering his dick in pleasure, doing things that had Chris shivering with pleasure, things he had never felt before. And yes, her cunt was like quicksand, wet, velvety quicksand, pulling him in deeper with every slight move he made. Her cunt wanted more. And again, he was happy to oblige. 

Chris pushed more of his meat into her. Even though her cunt had been so difficult to enter, it was now welcoming him in like an old friend. He was able to push more into her, spreading the walls of her pussy around his invading shaft, her juices coating every bit of his dick and easing its journey. Chris’s cock was now 7 inches deep inside of her. He looked down to see her lips stretched taut around his meat.

"AAAHH!" Maisy squealed, her cunt swiveling slightly around him. Chris gritted his teeth and didn't let himself lose control. He looked down at her as she scrunched her eyes in pleasure.

"You like that? You like that dick?" he growled at her. Maisy opened her eyes and looked up at him, lust painting her face.

"It's... it's fucking good," she said, gawking at her own cunt splayed around his shaft. "But I still see two inches," Maisy dared him. Scowling at her, he pulled back slightly and drove the remaining two inches into her. 

"FUCK!" Maisy screamed, feeling her cunt filled to the brim with dick. He could feel her cervix against the spongy tip of his cock. Chris sighed slightly as he felt his swollen balls hit Maisy’s arse. He had done it. He had all 9 inches of his dick inside of Maisy’s pussy. A shiver went up his spine, and he had to clench his arse to prevent himself from losing all control inside of her.

Maisy’s body was shivering as the pleasure ran through her. He swiveled his hips slightly as he stayed in place, letting Maisy’s pussy get accustomed to his meaty invader.

"Is that what you wanted? Is that it!? Can you handle that?" he growled down to Maisy. Her eyes were closed again, but she ran her hands up his arms, then down his firm back, then took two firm handfuls of his bare arse and pulled him into her.

And so, 2 minutes later, Maisy and Chris were both completely naked, joined as they should not be, and fucking each other as hard and as fast as they could on his big bed.

Driving his dick home into her wanton pussy drove Chris crazy, especially as they were fucking on the marital bed. Maisy moaned from the feeling of her boyfriend’s dad’s dick in her pussy, screaming his name and begging him to fuck her.

"OHH CHRIS! I NEED THIS! OH I NEED SO BADLY TO BE FUCKED! OH YES! FUCK ME, HUNK! OH YEAH FUCK ME!" Maisy screamed as Chris continued to nail her hard into the mattress. “OH YEAH! YOU'RE SO BIG AND THICK! FUCK I LOVE YOUR COCK! OH! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME!"

Chris groaned as Maisy’s tits slammed against each other again and again. She looked so hot, gripping the headboard for support and fucking him back with fast thrusts of her own. Her thin waist made her already ample tits seem huge, her brown wavy hair spread across the pillow. Her pussy sucked harder at his dick, trying to milk his cock, harder than her mouth had sucked him not long ago.

Chris gripped Maisy’s tits and began to fuck her with long, fast, and very deep strokes. 

"OHH! UMM! FUCK! YEAH DADDY, SQUEEZE MY TITS! OH! SQUEEZE MY TITS AS YOU FUCK ME!" Maisy screamed in lust as her legs locked tightly around Chris. He complied completely, and the bed began to move as his dick pistoned in and out of her, blurring in its speed. "FUCK! OH FUCK! YEAH! YES! YES! OH FUCK YEAH! OHH SIR! DON'T STOP PLEASE DON'T STOP! OHH! YOU'RE SO FUCKING AMAZING! OH YOU'RE SOO MUCH BETTER THAN YOUR SON! OHH! FUCK ME, CHRIS! FUCK YOUR HOT WHORE! SHE NEEDS YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY INSIDE HER! I WANT YOUR CUM!"

Her dirty groans and moans continued when she wasn't screaming incomprehensibly. They fucked hard for another 40 minutes on the bed, mainly with Chris lying on top of Maisy and nailing her hard into the bed he shared with Emily.

Maisy growled and begged and screamed for Chris to fuck her more and more. Her pussy tightened as his pleasure-giving pole slammed hard back into her. Grunting from the power of each of his thrusts, they both were in heaven.

Finally, after almost an hour of non-stop hard sex, Maisy’s body shook violently in an intense orgasm, screaming wildly, her back arched, and she came so hard she thought that she would never walk again.

"I'M CCUUUMMIINNGGG! YES! YYYEEESSS! FUUHH! FUCK! FUCK! YYEESS!"

Taking Maisy by surprise, Chris leapt into action, jumping forward. He got up on his knees and roughly handled her luscious body, turning her onto her stomach and pulling her up onto all fours in front of him.

"Oh my..." Maisy called out in surprise as he got behind her. Chris pulled her arse in close and positioned his slimy cock at the entrance to her pussy again. Near feral with lust, he pumped his hips forward, sliding his man cock into her wet pussy again.

"Ohhh... SHIT!" Maisy moaned out in pleasure. It didn't take Chris long to work into a good pace, fucking in and out of her roughly.

Chris was like an animal, quickly pumping his swollen cock into her slick cunt. His dick was tingling in pleasure, and it felt like he was still close to the edge, but he had been driven into a new plane of stamina as he withstood the silky pleasure of her tight pussy.

"Fuck... FUCK! YES!" Maisy squealed in pleasure as she drove her arse back into him. "Do me, Daddy... FUCK ME!"

He was beyond words, groaning and grunting as he drilled her. Chris looked down to see his throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her pussy in a smooth and rapid rhythm. Her arse looked incredible in this position, standing out as she displayed it for him, the cheeks parting, allowing him a perfect view of her tight, clean asshole. He couldn't resist the urge, sliding his hand down into her arse crack and pushing a finger into her tight hole.

"AHHH! Fuck yeah!" Maisy moaned out, throwing her hair back in pleasure. With his other hand, he reached forward and grabbed some of that hair, twirling her chestnut locks around his hand before tugging her head back. "AHHH! GUHHH! YES!" Maisy grunted out, emboldened by the rough sex, driving her arse back at him faster. "Fuck me, Chris! Pull my hair! Just like that! Yes! YES!"

Chris’s hips were a blur as he drove into her, using her hair for leverage while keeping one finger lodged up her arse.

"Tell me, ugh, fuck... TELL ME!" Maisy screamed out. "FUCK! Tell me! Tell me I'm the best! The best you've ever had! Please!" Maisy begged, her pussy squeezing around his cock.

"YES!" he growled, finding words. "You're the fucking best! The best fuck I've ever had! You're incredible! Maisy, you're so fucking hot! So sexy! Holy fuck!" 

"Ugh! God! YES!" Maisy screamed out. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"

"So goddamn tight! Jesus!" he groaned as he pumped into her tight cunt. Still yanking her hair back, he leaned forward over her back, sliding his hand under her to squeeze one of her big, hanging breasts.

"God, you're amazing, sir! Fucking incredible! You are the best fuck I've ever had! Not even close! Holy shit!" Maisy moaned. He kept groping her big boobs, feeling the soft flesh in his palms. "You're amazing, Chris!"

"Ughhh..." he growled as he felt a tingle in his nuts. He was getting close. The pressure was becoming too much to bear. He released his hold of her hair and sat back up, putting his hand back on her hips. With the other, Chris slid his finger out of her tight arse before rearing back and spanking her round arse crisply.

"Ahhh! Yes!" Maisy moaned out, delighting in this rough treatment. "Spank me, baby! Spank my fucking arse!" 

SPANK!

"Uggghhh! God! YES!" Maisy screamed out, her pussy tightening around him as he spanked her again.

SPANK! 

And again. 

SPANK! 

And again!

SPANK!

“Shit— Chris! Something feels weird… I’ve never felt this before.” Her voice turned into panicked little gasps. “Oh god, oh god, I think I’m gonna squirt… Chris, I didn’t think I ever would or could…”

Her legs started shaking hard as the pressure built. 

Chris pulled as her whole body locked up.

Maisy cried out, and then she was squirting hard — jets of it shooting out around his balls and spraying back between her thighs. The first strong burst hit the sheets, then another followed, forceful enough that some of it splashed up onto her tummy. Her body jerked and she kept going, more of it pulsing out of her in messy sprays, soaking his cock, his thighs, and the bed beneath them while she shook and gasped.

Chris drove into her roughly again, driven near insane with lust and need.

Chris’s nuts were boiling. His cock was throbbing. He was about to explode, and there was no holding back.

"Ugh fuck! Take it, Maisy! Take it!" he told her. "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna fill you up!"

"Do it!" Maisy screamed out.

"Uh... ugh! God, here it comes. Here it comes! Here it cums!" he groaned, his body shaking.

"Yes! YES! YES! AHHH! YES!" Maisy screamed out. 

And then his world exploded. 

"AAHHH! FFUUCCKK!" he groaned out. Chris felt his nuts twist as the first rocket-load of jizz fired out of him, exploding deep inside Maisy’s waiting cunt. "UGHHH! GOD! YES!"

"FUCK! I feel it! YES! YES! AHHH!" Maisy screamed out as he exploded inside her. Her pussy tightened around him.

"I'm gonna cum, Chris! I'm gonna cum on my boyfriend’s dad’s huge cock! Holy shit! Yes! YES! Fuck! Yes! YES! YES! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHH! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! YES! YES! YES! AHH! AHH! YES! YES! YES! UGHH! YYYEESSS."

As Chris’s throbbing cock fired off jet after jet of thick cum deep inside her, her pussy locked around his cock, quivering as she came. He felt her juices colliding with his shaft as his dick exploded a gallon of sticky cum, balls deep inside her. Both bodies were clinging to each other as he kept pumping into her, trying to bury as much cum as he could deep inside her.

Chris was on a new plane of pleasure as he came in Maisy’s pussy, having the biggest orgasm of his life. His hips drove into her roughly as his body jerked in pleasure, as his cock finally found release. Chris just kept cumming, firing off huge bands of cum inside of her, filling her up.

"There's so much! Jesus! Yes!" Maisy cried out from beneath him as she squealed with pleasure. It felt like it went on and on, never ending. Chris didn't know how long it lasted, but eventually he came down from his high. After one last mind numbing jerk of pleasure, he pulled out of her, panting for breath as he rolled onto his back. Maisy stayed on her belly, curling up slightly as she tried to recover from her own high.

“Not bad for an older man, huh?”

Maisy let out a breathless giggle.

“Chris… you fuck like a twenty-year-old. Long may it continue. Not concerned you might have me pregnant after that?”

He answered by giving her arse a hard slap that made her yelp. “Nah, I heard you that night you watched me. You told Sam you’re on the pill.”

Maisy turned her head, still smirking. “Lucky you. Means you get to make a mess of me whenever you feel like it.” 

Maisy rolled over toward him and traced a finger slowly across his chest. “Now… how about I go and get the shower nice and hot for us. You get this bed stripped and in the wash — I don’t think your wife would appreciate sleeping in sheets covered in my squirt tonight. Then come and join me. There are hours upon hours still left for us…”

(To be continued)