Coming In Third

It was as if he had been transported back oh so many years to the first time he'd slid inside her mother. He rocked his hips, slowly opening her up, drunk on her sounds of pleasure and her tight pussy caressing him. She shifted slightly, slipping a hand beneath her to her clit. His balls brushed against her on the next stroke, and he pulled back quickly, only to dive balls deep inside her with a grunt.

Caitlin yelped when he hit bottom and trembled as he held himself buried in her depths. "So good. So good. Don't stop," she implored.

He pumped his hips at a steady pace, delighting in her tight pussy, and her young body undulating. As petty as it was, the encounter with her father — and by proxy, her mother — made it all the sweeter.

Revenge is a dish best served in a hot, wet pussy, popped into his head, and he grinned at the thought.

She glanced back at him, her face tightening with pleasure, and said, "Oh, fuck yes. Your cock feels so good. Faster."

Faster he could manage, and so much more. Years of experience had taught him a multitude of tricks. The hint of delighted surprise in her voice when he bent his knees a little, changing the angle at which he was penetrating her, encouraged him to bring out a few more. He varied the speed and angle of his thrusts, keeping her off-balance, hitting new pleasure centers when she least expected it. The rising pitch and volume of her whimpers left little doubt it was working.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she cried when he hit her with a far quicker series of thrusts.

He was beginning to feel the first tickles of an impending orgasm, but concentrating on giving her far more pleasure than he'd ever given her mother helped stave it off.

Soon enough, he was pounding her at full force. Her butt jiggled. Her breasts swayed erratically. Her strawberry-blonde locks danced from the shockwaves traveling through her body. He released her hip with his left hand, dipped his thumb in her abundant juices, and pulled out the next surprise from his bag of tricks.

Caitlin yelped when the slippery digit pressed hard against the pink iris of her ass.

"Don't stop! Fuck m-m-m-meee!" she squealed.

He could feel the tips of her fingers thrumming against his thrusting shaft, a testament to how quickly she was working her clit. He pressed harder on his thumb, slipping it inside her, and she squealed again.

Dave pounded her with his thumb in her ass, and her cries turned into a nearly unbroken song of ecstasy. Then, out of the blue, her voice choked off in a squeak. She dropped down a moment later and wailed into the mattress as she came.

He growled as he felt her walls contract around him, and saw her visible hand curl into a claw. He kept the pressure on, driving into her climaxing pussy, and her voice rang out again when her throes caused her head to turn, her scream combining with the slaps of their flesh colliding. He gripped her hips, keeping her from squirming away from him, and keeping her coming.

It didn't take much of that for the tickle in the head of his cock to become a hot itch, and to begin spreading. He slowed down, and when that didn't do the trick, stopped. She continued to tremble and cry out, her pussy contracting around him. A few moments later, her breathing took on an even more labored cast. Her pussy was milking him, nudging him ever closer to an explosion of his own, so he pulled free.

Caitlin let out a pitiful whimper when he left her empty, and her knees began to wobble. He pushed her forward until most of her weight was resting on the bed, rather than her weak legs, and caressed her ass while he admired the exquisite sight of her drifting down from her orgasm.

After a minute or so, she recovered enough to pull herself into the bed, and roll over onto her back. A violent shiver rippled through her when she saw his pussy-slick cock was still rock hard.

"Holy shit," she muttered, and then chuckled as she let her head thump into the mattress.

Dave climbed into the bed and reclined next to her. He reached out, letting his fingertips glide over her hip, up her waist, and over her stomach. She moaned and locked eyes with him. She was ready for more.

He moved in, and she gasped when his lips closed over her nipple. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, and entwined in his hair. The other settled onto his back to claw at his skin. He sucked her nipple hard, flicking the stiff point with his tongue, making her writhe beneath him.

She whimpered when he released her nipple, and gasped when he planted a series of passionate kisses on her neck. It was a journey rather than a destination, and he kissed his way to her other breast. At the same time, he lifted a knee and straddled her. Her hips lifted, pressing her pussy against his hardness, seeking relief from the ache he was building inside her.

Balancing on his elbows, he squeezed the firm globes together, allowing him to dart back and forth between the stiff points. Her hips rose higher. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him down to her need, but he resisted, allowing her only teasing hints of what she wanted.

Until he could no longer resist what he wanted.

When he wormed a knee between her legs, she was quick to accommodate him. She spread her legs, allowing him to move the other knee between them, and allowing her to open herself fully in invitation — which he accepted, but not at she expected. He quickly slid his knees back and dropped into the V of her legs for the taste he'd first sought upon guiding her to the bed.

Again, he was reminded of the past as his tongue parted her nether lips. She tasted just as wonderful as the first time he'd gone down on her mother, and her grandmother. Visually, he was impartial to a woman's choice of grooming. He had been just as excited by her mother's trimmed pussy and her grandmother's full bush. In practice, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed the feeling of Caitlin's smooth-shaven labia beneath his lips and tongue.

"Oh my," Caitlin cooed as he lapped her. "Never had..." She sucked in a deep breath and yelped when he went after her clit, but then continued, "Never had a guy go down on me after fucking me."

Dave paused long enough to ask, "Like it?"

She shuddered when he stabbed his tongue deep, seeking the source of her wetness. "Uh huh. You're making me so hot."

He responded with a growl while he sucked her clit.

"Fuck yes. Eat my pussy. Just like that," she begged.

He dipped down, lapping up her nectar, and then sucked her nether lips. A quick flick of his tongue brushed her clit, and both of her hands settled on the back of his head. He lapped her button hard, and then teased it with swirls of his tongue, drawing out whimpers tinged with surprise.

When she caught her breath, she cried, "So good. Don't stop."

As if.

It had been too long since he'd felt such soft, smooth, fresh skin beneath his hands, lips, and tongue. He devoured her, taking in the sensation of her muscles growing taut and her shocked cries of pleasure.

He plunged two fingers into her, curved them upward, and found her g-spot. She stiffened, and then let out a high-pitched growl from his knowing touch. Then he sucked hard at the apex of her folds, drawing her clit in, and massaged the hidden shaft with his lips. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile. From the way her body reacted, he knew he had to be the first to explore those hidden pleasure centers that few boys her age would have known.

He certainly hadn't known them when he was fucking her mother and grandmother.

Caitlin writhed and thrashed, her fingernails sometimes digging painfully into his scalp and shoulders. His neck ached from the position, and the wrenching of her body. Still, he didn't relent. He endured the pain, knowing it was caused by her intense pleasure.

Pleasure that was rising to a crescendo.

For a few moments, her whimpers and cries gained a touch of coherence, emerging as almost words. She screamed, "Oh! Oh god! Fuck! Fuck! I'm! I'm! Oh my god!"

The final word vanished into a primal scream as orgasm wracked her body. She sat up, her fingers fisting into his hair and holding him against her climaxing pussy with incredible strength. He rolled her clit shaft even harder, and lapped the swollen bud. He swirled his fingers over the spongy softness of her g-spot. A second, pained-sounding wail echoed back from the walls, though it was muffled by her thighs clamping around his ears.

Her upper body slammed back down to the mattress, and her hips lifted, where they trembled from the onslaught of ecstasy. He kept the pressure on, prolonging her orgasm, until the bite of her nails and the sting of her pulling his hair cut through his ardor. Her butt slammed back to the mattress when he let her clit go, and his fingers slipped from inside her.

She was still thrashing, and he darted back in, lapping up her nectar. She tried to push him away with arms that were one moment weak and trembling, and the next filled with desperate strength. He slipped through her guard several times, drinking up her juices, until she found the presence of mind to cover her sex with a hand.

Dave rose above her on his knees, watching her slowly drift down from the peak of her pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open, but when she saw him above her with his face covered in pussy juice and his cock rock hard, the orbs rolled up in her head and her eyelids snapped shut once more. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her tight face was flushed all the way down her neck.

The sight was making his cock throb, and he had to take it in hand to dull the growing ache. Caitlin opened her eyes again, and upon seeing him stroking his cock, she gasped. She then took several deep breaths and swallowed hard — her eyes fixed on his erection. Finally, she slid her protective hand out of the way, met his eyes, and nodded.

Dave moved in with an anticipatory growl and grabbed behind her knees to spread her out again. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he took his cock in hand. Her eyes popped wide open and she let out a croaking sound as he thrust balls deep into her saturated pussy.

"Ah, fuck yeah," he growled as he pulled back and thrust again.

Caitlin yelped when he hit bottom, and then said, "Oh, that feels so good."

"That pussy's so tight."

She lurched and squealed when he leaned forward, changing the angle of his next thrust. Dave kicked up the pace, and after a few strokes, pushed her left knee down to the bed. He pressed his thumb against his thrusting shaft, getting the tip slippery, and then moved it to her clit. She whimpered when he touched the swollen bud, and then groaned when he began to move it back and forth. He pressed down hard enough to roll her clit shaft, taking advantage of the knowledge he'd gained while eating her.

"Yes! Just like that," she encouraged him.

Not that he needed it. He wanted to make the little vixen come again — hard. She was absolutely stunning in the throes of orgasm, and knowing her mother would hate the thought of it was oh so delicious.

He leaned back, letting the angle of his cock rub over her g-spot for a few strokes, drawing out exactly the sort of reaction he wanted. Unfortunately, it put him at an awkward angle to keep rubbing her clit. He straightened, and picked up the pace of his thumb to compensate.

One of Caitlin's hands roamed over the sheets above her head, sometimes gliding, sometimes jerking in response to his cock diving into her depths. The other squeezed and caressed her perfect breasts, which were quivering from his thrusts. He leaned back again for a couple of lingering strokes, then leaned forward and gave her a dozen rabbit-quick thrusts.

Once again, stamina learned from years of practice, and concentrating on giving her pleasure served him well. As incredible as her tight young pussy felt, he only had the faintest of tickles in the head of his cock. Those years of practice were years, though. Some things don't improve with age, and his thumb began to ache from the repetitive motion. After a quick dip in her juices, he switched to his middle and pointer fingers flashing back and forth over her bud.

Color flooded Caitlin's face. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. "Yes. Right there. So good. So good," she squealed as her pleasure soared.

His wrist wasn't faring any better than his thumb. It was already aching, and he growled, "Come for me."

"Oh yes. Faster," she whimpered.

His back was ready, willing, and able. His wrist, not so much. With a grunt that was half frustration and half pain, he prepared to switch hands. Almost as soon as his fingers left her clit, Caitlin replaced them with her own.

"Faster," she reiterated while her fingers flashed over her pleasure button. "Give it to me."

With his hands free, he lifted her left leg again, curled his fingers around it, and used the purchase to give her what she wanted. She screamed when the hard, fast thrust rocked her body, but her fingers never faltered.

Dave pounded her ass into the mattress, making the springs creak. Ripples passed through her big tits, building into a bounce that grew more pronounced by the second. Their bodies collided with loud smacks, joining the symphony of his grunts, her whimpers, and moans.

Her juices were starting to dribble down his balls, and he couldn't help but look down at his cock stretching her pussy. Her wetness coated him in a shimmering sheath, and spatters of it decorated her mound. The increase in hot, wet friction, and the sight of the beautiful young woman writhing beneath him caused the wicked itch to creep up the shaft of his cock, but he was holding it back. The redness of her face and pinched expression hinted she was well ahead of him.

"Yes! Make me come! Make me come! Gonna make me come!" she cried, punctuating that assumption.

His voice deep and husky, he said, "Fuck yes. Come for me."

"So close. Don't stop. Don't... Oh! Oh!"

Her mouth dropped open. Her jaw quivered. Her eyes rolled up in her head. The fingers between her legs lost their rhythm, and the clawed fingers of her other hand jerked the bedclothes out of their neat tuck on the corner.

"Yes, fucking come," he growled, and somehow found a reserve of strength to kick up his speed one final notch.

She sucked in a loud gasp, and her eyes locked with his for a fraction of a second. Her eyes pinched closed, she lurched, and loosed a wail of release as her orgasm claimed her.

Dave growled loud and long as her pussy clenched around him. Her arms flailed and her head lashed on the pillow. One spasm even caused her to kick him rather sharply in the ribs. The tight squeeze burned through his mental controls like a hot knife through butter, and pressure built at the base of his cock with alarming speed.

A bark-like grunt burst from his lips, and he spat out, "Gonna come!" He was certain he was going to spatter her from her stomach to her face when he pulled out.

"Inside m-m-m-m-mee!" she screamed.

He was more than old enough to know better, but in that moment on the cusp, he didn't have enough presence of mind to override primal instinct. He was deep in a young pussy begging for it, and gave in. He growled as he drove his cock into her a few more times, and then roared as a load like nothing he'd felt in years surged up his shaft.

Caitlin squealed when he swelled — balls deep inside her — and erupted like a geyser. A second, third, and fourth blast flooded her depths in rapid succession, each as hard as the first. Only the briefest, blissful pause preceded two more, slightly weaker jets, and then he pulsed, emptying every drop he had to offer into her hot embrace.

Light-headed and weak when his orgasm subsided, he slumped forward, barely catching himself on trembling arms. His forehead rested on her sweat-slick skin, just below her rapidly rising and falling breasts. His pants for breath came in counterpoint to hers — inhaling when she exhaled. They both gasped when he pulled his cock — which was rapidly growing sensitive — out of her cream-filled pussy.

Breathing in sync after their twin gasps, they slowly settled to earth. Caitlin let out a deeply satisfied moan and tousled his hair once her breathing slowed. Feeling as if he was burning up where their skin touched, Dave summoned up a burst of strength to roll off her.

He opened his eyes when she chuckled, and immediately wished he hadn't. She was lifting a large dollop of cum from between her legs and bringing it to her lips. His softening cock protested mightily at the sexiness of the sight, and he snapped his eyes closed again. It didn't help with the sound of her slurping his cum off her fingers.

Caitlin shifted on the bed, and he allowed his eyes to drift open again. She'd rolled onto her side to look at him — her face decorated with a languid, satiated smile.

"That was incredible," she said.

He nodded and quietly agreed, "Oh yeah."

"No, I mean it. Nobody has ever fucked me like that before. You made me come so hard that I thought I was going to pass out." She closed her eyes, offered a brief, quiet moan, and then continued, "Guess Debbie was right."

His brow furrowed, and he shrugged, not knowing what that meant.

"Debbie was with this older guy once, and she said he did things that drove her crazy."

He smiled and said, "Experience has its advantages."

She laughed — a silvery sound very reminiscent of her mother — and scooted a little closer so she could drape an arm over him. Her eyes widened for a second, and she briefly glanced down.

"Guess you came pretty hard too. It's still dripping," she said when she looked back up.

"Thought I was never going to stop."

"I loved it."

"Me too," he said while reaching out to run his fingers through her strawberry-blonde locks.

She moaned in response and said, "I needed it so bad. I haven't had sex in a month."

Dave said, "That's a crime."

"Tell me about it," she agreed. "My dad's a cop, and he harasses any guy I'm with. They're all afraid to be seen with me."

Damn good thing I'm leaving in the morning, he thought, knowing her father already had a reason to harass him without knowing he'd just fucked his daughter.

"That's rough," he said aloud.

"Well, I'm off to college in the fall, so he won't be able to cock-block me anymore."

"That should drive him crazy." The thought of the jackass squirming was quite a pleasant one.

"Well, he's been driving me crazy, so..." She blew a raspberry, and then laughed. "I need a drink."

Dave nodded toward the mini fridge, one of the amenities of his premium room in the small town hotel. "Should still be a couple of bottles of water in there."

"No beer?"

No, thank god, he thought while shaking his head. Already made enough trouble for myself without giving an eighteen-year-old girl that I just filled with cum some booze.

"Oh well, water will do," she said, and promptly slid out of the bed with energy he envied.

Caitlin retrieved both remaining bottles, handed him one, and then opened hers. She stood by the bed, drinking her water, and letting her eyes roam over his nude body. Though his still sensitive cock wasn't happy with the stimulation, he admired her standing naked in her heels while he drank.

She drank about half her bottle, and then sat it down on the nightstand. He nearly choked on his water when she reached down, parted her nether lips, and revealed their mingled juices still dribbling from her.

"Wow, you really filled me up," she said, and then giggled.

"Uhm, you are on birth control, right?" he asked, knowing how stupid it was to ask after the fact.

"Of course. Dad said no, but Mom took me anyway. She lectured me, but said she knew I was probably going to do it anyway."