Getting Caught

"Please, Gina..."

"Stop stalling, Mr. D," I said, and with another step I was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off my naked body. "What do you think about doing to me?" He shook his head. "Nothing? Okay, I'll tell you. When you were watching me just now, I was thinking about you licking my pussy before you started fucking me, wondering if a little girl like me could take your cock. Did you like watching me touch myself, Mr. D?" He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over my body before he nodded slowly. I giggled and grinned. "Want me to do it again?"

He looked up at me, reaching out and taking my hand. "Gina, I would like nothing better. But you don't understand... this is too wrong. Your parents would kill me, and you're so young..."

I moved forward, standing so close to Mr. Davidson that I was almost touching him. "I'm not a child, Mr. D. And it's not like I would tell my parents, I'm not stupid." He shook his head again and I frowned, pouting a bit. "Please, Mr. D? I want it so bad." I pulled his hand closer to me, sliding it up my hip and stomach until it reached my breast. "Please?" I said again.

Mr. Davidson stared at his hand, shaking slightly as he started to move it against my breast. I sighed softly and he brushed his fingers against my nipple. He suddenly shuddered and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him as he leaned against the couch. He sat against the arm, lowering his head so his face was in line with my breasts. His hands moved against the small of my back and down to my ass as he pushed his mouth against my breasts.

"Will you let me watch you?" he whispered, his words muffled against my breasts.

I giggled and pulled away from him, grabbing his hand. "I want to do it in my room, Mr. D," I said as I led him towards it. I crawled on my bed, my room lit fairly well from the light being on in the den, and sat in the same place I had been before. Mr. Davidson stood in my doorway, looking nervous. I grinned. "You can't see very well from there, Mr. D. Don't you want to see my room?" I said, my voice higher and girlier than it usually was, and just the fact that I was teasing him like that made me giggle again. He took a step forward, smiling nervously, standing at the foot of my bed. I smiled at him before I started playing with my breasts. I rubbed them, running my thumbs over my nipples and moaning softly. I kept rubbing one breast with one hand while I moved the other to my pussy. I played with my pussy lips, tracing my smooth, shaven mound with my middle finger. I let it trail against my slit, circling my clit before I started to rub it gently. I was quickly building up again, and I moaned as I pushed my finger into my tight hole. I began to move it inside me, at a quick, steady pace. I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I added a second finger. I was getting really into it, biting my lip as I fingered myself, and I had almost forgotten Mr. Davidson was watching me until I heard him unbuckle his belt.

I opened my eyes, looking at Mr. Davidson. His eyes were fixed on my hand moving in my pussy, and I watched him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. I moaned as he started to stroke himself, my eyes fixated on his cock. I was a little off in my fantasies of him -- his cock was of average length, but thicker than I had thought. It was currently rock hard, and I couldn't help but move my fingers a little faster as I watched pre-cum drip off his tip. I rubbed my clit hard as I watched Mr. Davidson jerk off, his vision fixated on me. His hand was moving quickly on his cock, and as he groaned, I felt my orgasm finally coming on. I started to pant, moving my fingers hard, and I came quickly, squirming from the sensations and grinding against my own hand as I cried out. I braced against the bread, shuddering under the surges of pleasure running through me.

As I came down, Mr. Davidson sat on the bed, crawling towards me. He pulled my hands toward him, sucking my juices off my fingers. I giggled as he ran his tongue against them, flicking it between my fingers. As he sucked on them, he moved his hand to my pussy, lazily rubbing my slit. I sighed softly as he touched me lightly, tracing his fingers along my slit and lips, his hand cupping my shaven mound.

He curled up next to me, leaning down to press his lips against my breasts. I bit my lip as he kissed all around my nipple. He flicked his tongue against my nipple, twirling his tongue around it before he sucked gently. His hand was still rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers just moving against me, not pushing into my cunt. His motions were relaxing, though the attention he was paying to my breasts was making me wet all over again. I let my hand trail up to his hair, gently running my fingers through his hair as I tried to get his attention. He sucked my nipple a moment longer before he looked up at me. I bit my lip shyly. "Mr. D, will you kiss me?" I asked.

He laughed softly, taking his hand away from my pussy and bringing it up to my breast, fondling me. "You're okay with kissing an old man like me, little girl?"

I giggled, pulling myself close to him. He put an arm around me, still running his fingers along my breast as he leaned in, nipping lightly at my bottom lip before he kissed me. He ran his tongue along my lip, and I couldn't help myself from moaning softly. He kissed much better than Jason, and his lips felt wonderful against mine. Mr. Davidson laughed softly as I sighed. He moved his lips, kissing my jaw before he moved to my neck. He sucked on my neck, his hand never leaving my breast.

"Can I ask you something?" he suddenly whispered, his lips brushing the skin just below my ear. I nodded and he sucked on my neck again. "Tell me what you've done with your boyfriend."

I blushed and bit my lip. "You mean like, have I slept with him?"

He laughed a bit. "Well, yes. But what do you do when you sleep with him?"

I shrugged. "Well, I touch him for a little bit, and he fingers me a bit, and then we... well, sleep together."

Mr. Davidson laughed again, his breath warm against my neck. "What do you touch?"

"His... well, you know what I mean," I said, giggling a bit.

"Say it," Mr. Davidson said. "Don't be embarrassed, honey. Tell me what you touch."

I bit my lip. "His c-cock," I murmured, blushing.

Mr. Davidson groaned softly, pressing against me. "Tell me what he does to you."

"He fingers my pussy," I said quickly.

He sighed, licking my neck. "Tell me more."

I shrugged. "That's really all, Mr. D. Then I lie on my back and we... well... do it."

Mr. Davidson moved away from my neck and looked at me. "That's all? He never licks your pussy?"

I blushed and shook my head. "Well, he did a little bit once, but he said he didn't like how it tasted."

"He didn't..." Mr. Davidson looked at me and shook his head. "No wonder you need an older man." He immediately moved his lips back to my skin. He sucked on my neck, before licking and nibbling at my skin as he made his way down to my breasts. He sucked on each nipple, then kept moving down my stomach until he was kissing my smooth mound with his hands resting firmly on my hips. He slid his hands down against my thighs, pushing them apart. I craned my neck, looking down to watch him as he kissed my inner thighs before licking at my slick lips. I sighed, watching as he flicked his tongue against my slit before dipping his tongue into my cunt. It was better than I had even imagined. He licked at my pussy, sucking on my clit lightly. I couldn't believe that my fantasy from just moments before was happening. I reached down, running my fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, holding his head close to me as he lapped at me. The feeling was unbelievable, and I tilted my head back as I enjoyed the sensations his tongue was causing to run through me. He teased me lazily, the movements of his mouth pleasurable but not enough to push me over the edge yet. His tongue pushed at my hole, and I got the feeling that he was enjoying just licking at me.

After a few moments of his relaxed movements, he began to move his tongue a bit faster, dipping it into my hole again as he reached up to rub my clit. I was amazed at how just a slight shift in movement could suddenly cause such different sensations to flow through my body. He flicked his tongue against my clit, moving his finger to slowly penetrate my hole. I moaned and he pushed his finger entirely in me, moving it at the same pace that he began to suck on my clit. He began to alternate his motions, sucking on my clit and fingering me one moment, before pushing his tongue into my cunt and rubbing my clit the next. He kept his movements slow, controlling my build up. When my breathing started to get a bit faster, he sped up, sliding another finger inside me as he sucked on my clit. I gasped, but found myself grinding against his hand and face. He fingered me deeply, grazing his teeth against my clit. I could feel my orgasm building up quickly, and I was squirming underneath him. Suddenly, he curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot, and I was suddenly teetering on the edge. I squirmed underneath him, crying out loudly. As I did, Mr. Davidson twirled his tongue around my clit and sucked, pushing me into my second orgasm. My hands were still in his hair, and when the blinding white had faded from my eyes, I realised I was pushing Mr. Davidson's head against my dripping cunt. His tongue was lapping at me in the same lazy way it had been when he started, and I pulled my hands away, a little embarrassed.

"Sorry," I murmured, giggling a bit as he pulled his head from between my legs and kissed my mound softly.

"I have no idea why you would be," he said. "That was thoroughly enjoyable." His hands were on my hips, rubbing me gently as he moved up from between my legs. He lay next to me on the bed, kissing my neck as I recovered from my orgasm. I turned toward him, enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck, when I realised that he was still fully dressed. Not only that, but I had already had two orgasms, and I hadn't even touched him yet. It was strange to me -- Jason always demanded that I stroke his cock before he would touch me. I was so used to it that the fact that Mr. Davidson hadn't said anything yet was completely foreign to me -- the fact that he had put me before him was strange. As I realised it, I started to pull on Mr. Davidson's shirt, wanting to touch him, make him feel as good as he had made me feel. He kept kissing my neck, and I pulled his shirt up. He moved his lips away from me as I pulled it over his head, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to him as soon as I had it off him. My breasts were pressed against his chest and I could feel my hard nipples pressed against him. He was toned, the arms around me muscular, but not huge. He sucked on my neck again, not hard enough to leave ugly marks like Jason did, but lightly, just allowing an electrifying sensation to run through me. I ran my hands down his arms, pulling him away from me slightly so I could reach his pants. They were still unzipped, but at some point he must have pulled them up again. I pushed his pants down his hips, taking my time as I returned to his underwear and pulled them down. His cock had softened a little bit, but it was still mostly hard, and I reached down to stroke it gently as Mr. Davidson leaned up to kiss me. I kissed him for a moment, then nudged him, making him roll onto his back. He did and I moved on top of him, using my mouth to kiss and lick down his body in the same way he had done to me.

By the time I got to his cock, it was rock hard again. I stroked it slowly, using just the tip of my fingers, and stuck my tongue out, licking his tip tentatively. I felt Mr. Davidson's hands on my shoulders and I looked up. "You don't have to do that," he said. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

I giggled. "I don't mind, Mr. D. Jason says I'm pretty good at it, but I only do it to him as a treat, since I never seem to get anything back."

Mr. Davidson laughed and shook his head. "That boyfriend of yours needs a kick in the ass," he said. I shrugged, then returned to his cock. I flicked my tongue out again, licking his tip before I licked the underside of his cock. I glanced up as I did so. Mr. Davidson's eyes were fixated on me, and I smiled before I licked the rest of it. There was a drop of pre-cum leaking out his tip, and I licked it up before I slid his cock into my mouth. I heard Mr. Davidson groan quietly, and I sucked on just his tip before I popped his cock out of my mouth, licking it again. I twirled my tongue around his tip for a moment before I slid him back into my mouth, only this time instead of stopping at his tip, I took as much of him as I could. He groaned a bit louder that time, and his hands moved from my shoulders to the back of my head. "Just a little more, Gina," he murmured, putting just a bit of pressure on my head. I tried to take more of his cock, but it hit the back of my throat and I started to gag, pulling back a bit. As I did, I used one of my hands to fondle his balls, rubbing them gently as I bobbed my head on just his tip. I sucked lightly on him, then tried to take more of him again. I gagged a little less, and Mr. Davidson pushed up just the slightest bit into my mouth, holding me there for a moment before I pulled back. I kept sucking on him, alternating between sucking on his tip and trying to swallow his entire cock, all the while rubbing his balls. I was really getting into it, enjoying the sporadic groans from Mr. Davidson and the feel of his cock when it was stuffed in my mouth, when Mr. Davidson held my head back. I glanced up at him, his tip still resting in my mouth. His breathing was a bit faster and he smiled at me. "Your boyfriend was right, you are good. I can't take much more of that," he said. "I don't want this to be over so fast."

I grinned, sucking on his tip teasingly before I pulled away from him completely. He pulled me up on top of him and I straddled him, resting against his stomach. I could feel his cock against my ass before Mr. Davidson pulled me forward, my ass lifting up in the air. He lifted his head a bit, his mouth finding my hard nipple almost instantly as he reached behind me and grasped my ass. He sucked on my nipple, making me cry out before he moved his head between my small breasts, kissing each of them before moving his attention to my other breast. I sighed and pushed my breasts against him. After a few moments, he pulled me down his body a bit, kissing me hard as his hands guided my lower body down. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, which was wet from the attention he had been paying to my breasts. I sighed against his lips and he grazed his teeth against my bottom lip. "Is this okay?" he whispered, completely serious. "We can stop if..."

I pulled away from his mouth and looked at him. "I don't want to stop. I want you to fuck me, Mr. D."

He stared at me for a moment, looking slightly amused before I kissed him again. As I did, he pulled me down completely on his cock, thrusting up into me. I couldn't help but cry out -- he was much thicker than Jason was, and I could feel him stretching me. He buried his cock in my cunt, and held me still against him for a moment before he started to guide my movements, his hands never leaving my ass. I gasped as I moved against him. Jason and I had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Davidson was hitting places in my cunt that I didn't even know existed. Soon, Mr. Davidson's hands were just resting against my ass as I rode his cock, moving my hips hard against him. I gasped and moaned, feeling myself build up in a way I had never felt before. My movements started to get a bit more sporadic, but before I could cum, Mr. Davidson stilled my movements, his hands holding me firmly down against him.

I looked at him, panting. "Please, don't make me stop," I gasped, trying to writhe against him, so close that I could feel myself falling away from my orgasm. I groaned in frustration and Mr. Davidson kissed me again.

"You'll thank me later, honey," he whispered, before sitting up with his cock still buried in me. He lifted me, standing up off the bed. I squealed as he did, surprised that he was lifting me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist quickly, holding myself up as I hugged his shoulders. Mr. Davidson laughed, his hands supporting me underneath him, and made to turn me onto my back.

"Can we try something?" I asked suddenly, before he laid me on the bed.

Mr. Davidson kissed me. "Of course," he said.

I flushed a bit. "Can you... can we try it against the wall?"

He kissed me again. "Of course." He took a step, moving me against the wall in my room. I jumped as he pressed me against it, the wall cool against my back. Mr. Davidson braced me against the wall, pressed close against me as he started to move slowly inside me. I cried out softly and he kissed my neck. "You're so amazing," he whispered, his voice muffled by my neck and staggered as he gasped for breath. "I love how young you are. That make me bad?"

I shook my head, gasping as he fucked me. "I like it too, Mr. D," I said. And I wasn't lying -- the way he was fucking me was one thing, but the fact that he was old enough to be my father was adding much more to the experience -- each time I thought of it, my stomach fluttered and I couldn't keep myself from grinding against him.

He groaned, his mouth against my skin as he thrust into me. "I loved watching you suck on me," he murmured in the same staggered tone. "Your little mouth... fuck, making me feel like a dirty old man. But it's so good. Fuck..." I gasped as he talked, the words just adding to the sensations flowing through me. This angle, too, was different, and before long I was squirming against him, wanting to cum. Mr. Davidson, again, slowed, just burying himself in my cunt. This time, I couldn't help myself from crying out loudly and pushing against him just slightly. "No..." I gasped. "Please, Mr. D, I need to cum..."

He laughed. "I want you on your bed. I love the thought of you on your bed," he said, lifting me again and moving to the bed. He gently laid me on the bed, my head on a pillow as he held himself over top of me. He kissed me again before he started thrusting into me. His pace was slow and I moaned, lifting my hips off the bed to grind against him. "Not yet, little girl," he whispered, holding my hips down with his hands as he moved inside me.

"Please, please, Mr. D," I gasped, a tingling sensation running through me as he called me a little girl. "I need to, so bad..."

He groaned, and I got the feeling that he couldn't help himself from moving faster inside me. I sighed in relief, feeling myself building up again as he thrust into me. "I'm close, baby," he gasped. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me," I gasped back. "Jason's never cum in my pussy before, Mr. D, I want you to."

He groaned again, his pace hard and fast. "Is that okay?" he asked.

"Don't you want to cum in my little girl pussy?" I asked, giggling and gasping, moving against him as I tried to push myself over the edge.

Mr. Davidson made a noise, thrusting hard into me. He reached down, rubbing my clit hard, pushing me over the edge. I cried out loudly, squirming underneath him as the hardest orgasm I've ever had washed over me. As if from a distance, I heard Mr. Davidson grunt, and I felt him spurt inside my cunt. The feeling of his hot cum inside me prolonged my orgasm as I gasped and writhed beneath him. My eyes were squeezed shut as I shuddered, multiple waves of bliss running through me. It seemed to last forever, and when I finally began to come down from it, I felt Mr. Davidson's lips on my neck again. His cock was still buried in my cunt. I moved against him and he pulled out, moving away from me and lying beside me. I collapsed completely, lying on my back just trying to catch my breath. After a few moments, I rolled to face him. Mr. Davidson was looking at me, and when I smiled at him, he looked relieved.