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Marie gulped, then craned her neck to kiss him as he continued to thrust into her. "Alright, I'll be honest for a second that threatening me like this with choking would normally get me really fucking hot and cum all over you like a little gushing whore, so if you really want to get any information out of me in the future instead of just transforming me into some cum crazy little slut who can barely speak, you would be better served by a different approach because... fuck, you've got me so turned on right now..."
"Thanks," he replied, leaning in to kiss her.
She kissed him back passionately, then squeezed his cock nice and hard with her cunt. "But since I wanted to explain what you want explained... listen, you think you're not a catch... oh, yeah, right there, keep going like that... but you are. You had some bad experiences, and that got you down, but you're a fucking hunk. I'm sure ladies in your age group think so, and I *know* a lot of girls like me would think so. I... well, I haven't got a lot of friends... most people think I'm kind of crazy, and I understand that there's every probability that they're at least a little right... but the girls who are my friends? Yeah, they would be all over you in a heartbeat if given half a chance. My best friend... she's the only one I told about you, fuck, she's practically gagging for some of this DILF-cock..."
Even though he felt a surge of nervousness about their relationship being discussed outside of the confines of his apartment, Richard couldn't help but also feel a great swelling of excitement. Without meaning to, he began to fuck Marie a little harder, letting go of her throat and straightening out again so he could hold onto her hips for purchase. The tight little blonde squealed at this change in pace and position.
Richard grunted. "That a fact?"
Dropping her head and groaning gutturally at the newly intense pace of their fucking, Marie replied, "Uh huh..."
Her body quivered, a sensation that was thoroughly delicious to Richard's cock. "Well, you know you're gonna have to tell me more about her, right?"
Marie chuckled. "I was hoping you'd ask..."
Swiftly, she pulled off of Richard's cock and twisted around so that she lay on her back on the bed. It didn't take much more than spreading her legs to make her intentions clear, and Richard leaned down on top of her, sliding his cock back into her pussy as he began to fuck her again, her legs locked behind his ass as she encouraged him.
Kissing him with a fiery madness, Marie continued, "Her name's Candice... she's sweet, so damn cute... petite like me, but tinier, and tighter... everyone thinks she's this quiet little Japanese nerd, but the girl is a fucking freak... no offense, but I don't think I've ever had anyone eat my pussy quite like her... she says we're 'BFFs', and I guess in common parlance that would be correct... I like her, I think you'll like her, and she wants to be introduced to your DILF-cock, since she's never had any cock before."
Richard's eyes went wide, as a dark, distant primal part of his mind drove him to fuck Marie even harder. "She's a virgin?"
"Only to cock," Marie laughed. "I'll tell you some of what we've done some time, and I doubt you'd be thinking of her as a virgin... or does that excite you?"
Slowing slightly, Richard started, "I, uh..."
Her smile glimmered with dark mischief. "Oh, that does excite you, doesn't it... deflowering my sweet, innocent, petite and unbelievably tight little friend... I'll say, the thought of it does have its charms... I'll love being there watching you give her her first ever cock... I think she'll probably get addicted too..."
Leaning up, Marie whispered in his ear, "...she might even want you to get her nice and pregnant too, just like her BFF..."
Richard groaned at the thought, kissing Marie deeply. "You're so fucking bad..."
"I know," Marie purred, urging him to fuck her harder. "I'm a bad little slut, *your* bad little slut, and you fucking love it..."
She kissed him sweetly, an impressive feat given the roughness of this fuck. "You fucking love that this tight little teenager has just stormed into your fucking life and driven you completely mad with lust for her..."
She kissed him again. "You love how she's changed how you look at everything so you no longer frame it all through how you want to handle things with your cunt of an ex..."
She kissed him harder. "You love that this crazy little slut is in your world, pushing you to be bad when you've been good your whole fucking life because being bad is so much yummier..."
She kissed him deeper. "You love that more than anything else, this little slut who's upended your life wants you to cum inside of her and knock her tight, cute little cunt up with your fucking baby..."
Looking deeply into his eyes, Marie kissed Richard once again, smiling a dark, playfully twisted smile that brought gooseflesh to his skin and made him fuck her only harder.
"Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure you might actually love me..." she giggled, squeezing her legs behind his ass in an increased rhythm, making sure that Richard was fucking her hard and deep. "Ah, you love your sexy, blonde, eighteen-year-old slut who's simply better than your ex in every way, don't you?"
Looking down at the girl he was still wildly thrusting into, it was almost as if the clouds had parted and a light began to pour down from the skies with a revelation so true it was impossible to ignore. All this time he'd spent thinking about her, was it really just an infatuation because of the insane sex they had spent Christmas having, or was it something more? Could he really be developing something for this little slut who'd barreled into his life like a fucking freight train?
It was all so clear now, so fucking clear that he had to say it. "I love you."
"What?" Marie giggled. "Sorry, I couldn't hear what you said over the sounds of you plowing my slutty teen pussy."
Growling as he fucked her with a greater brutality, Richard practically roared, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!!"
Marie laughed again, arching her back and leaning her head back as she cried out in ecstasy, "FUCKING YES! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, GONNA MAKE ME CUM! CUM INSIDE OF ME! I FUCKING LOVE IT... KNOCK YOUR LITTLE SLUT UP!!! CUM IN MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Her wailing set Richard off, pumping his hips in a blur before he couldn't hold back anymore, burying deep inside of her and cumming.
Hard.
He grunted from a deep, primal place inside of him, feeling a great, dark pride that he was firing deep inside of this little slut's unprotected cunt... and there was still that feeling inside that was difficult to reconcile with everything else he had felt. He almost expected there to be some clarity once he'd finally cum inside of her, as was often the case after sex, and that the things they had talked about in those wild, impassioned moments before they both got off would fade away, but instead as he looked down at the girl beneath him, her eyes still fluttering behind her glasses dreamily, he only felt those feelings growing stronger.
Richard really did love Marie. It wasn't the deepest love, not yet, but there was a fire between them that was impossible to ignore. It burned deeply within him, a protective, maybe even little possessive kind of love that probably made him look just as crazy as she did... but fuck if it didn't feel fucking amazing. He hadn't felt anything resembling this in a long time, and never with such a passion.
Fuck, had this girl come in and really wrecked his life in the best way.
His cock still buried inside of her, Richard kissed Marie deeply. The tight little blonde held him close, kissing him back with a mellow passion that matched well the way they were coming down after their mutual orgasms.
She relaxed her legs from around his back, but he didn't pull out, still looking down at her with a cheeky grin.
"Are you hungry?" Richard asked, suddenly and a little giddy. "It's just that I haven't had dinner yet, and I've got a lot of snacks because I didn't know what mood I'd be in for tonight, or if I'd have company... but I was also thinking I could cook something up, maybe some pasta... do you like pasta?"
Marie smiled, kissing him almost sweetly. "Food would be wise. Best to keep up our energy, after all... and pasta is more than acceptable."
Leaning down, Richard kissed her again, before pulling out of her.
***
In those moments where Richard cooked and they had dinner, he finally got a chance to know Marie a little better, beyond just what it felt like to do every sex act they could imagine together. She kept him company while he cooked (eyeing him appreciatively, even though he'd thrown on a t-shirt and pajama pants), sitting in a chair at his kitchen table. Though he knew that she would have been completely comfortable wearing absolutely nothing, given the slight chill to the evening, she'd taken to wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. Although it looked more than long enough on her, as she sat, she made sure to hike it up high enough so that he could always see her uncovered pussy whenever he looked over at her.
It was a challenge not looking over at her, but he managed for the sake of dinner, and for a chance at actually getting to talk with her.
She may have run a little hot, and seemed naturally fairly intense, but in the midst of all of this, he caught a sense that she seemed a fairly lonely girl who was used to following unconventional paths to find the companionship that she desired. It might have led a little to the slightly crazy vibe that she gave off, but it was a kind of crazy he felt he could match well.
More than that, Marie had one hell of a drive to her, something that he envied. When he was eighteen, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life (and truth be told, he still didn't), but this girl already had a plan for college and possible jobs that might fit her temperament, interests and skills even when accounting for the possibility of a pregnancy, as well as a fund that she had put together on her own from various afterschool jobs, given how unhelpful both of her parents were in the matter. From everything she explained, it sounded like Marie had had a less than ideal life so far, but even with everything she had been forced to deal with, she was remarkably together.
Richard almost envied her, in a way, but at the same time found himself weirdly hopeful that he could find some way of borrowing that energy to get his own life more on track.
After a decent dinner that Marie didn't seem to have any complaints about, they retired back to the living room and that couch they had first fucked on, watching New Year's Eve programming idly while they chatted and snacked and occasionally Richard would make her cum with his fingers or mouth, or Marie would blow him a little. Never enough to make him cum, but enough to get him close, like she was trying to help him build up to something big.
It was a lazy, fun evening where hours passed like moments. As midnight leading into the new year neared, he had his arm around her shoulders and she was leaning into him, and it almost felt like they had forged a kind of intimacy.
Pushing her glasses up her nose, she observed, "It appears you haven't taken down your holiday decorations yet."
Richard nodded. "Yeah... kind of an old bad habit, I guess. I used to get so excited for Christmas when it was... well, back when I was with Venna... that I never really wanted it to end, so I'd keep them up for a while longer. These last few years, I haven't been doing that, but this time it felt right to keep it up, you know? Now that I have something to celebrate?"
Marie grinned. "Like having a little slut you can do whatever you want to who really wants you to knock her the fuck up?"
She said this with such a high, sweet voice that Richard couldn't help but groan a little. "Yeah, pretty much like that."
She giggled, then climbed up so that she was sitting on his lap, wiggling her nice little ass against his erection. "I'm there too. I know I got lucky finding you, because you're the DILF of my dreams, and pretty fantastic on top of that (and not just because you really know how to make a little slut cum)... I haven't often had a lot to look forward to outside of school, but I think you might be giving me some of that."
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Marie replied, wiggling again, before reaching down into his pajama pants to take hold of his cock. "Mmm, I see that all my teasing has paid off. It appears I've gotten you *extra* hard..."
"You've got a way of doing that," he replied, reaching up under her shirt with both hands to cup her breasts.
Marie cried out, softly, as he pinched her nipples, grinding her ass more firmly against him.
Richard groaned. "Keep grinding on me like that, and I'm gonna fuck your ass... I know you wanna get knocked up, but I won't be able to stop myself..."
She mewled pleasantly, clearly happy to have this effect on him. "Oh, I'd never ask you not to fuck my ass again... you have no idea how much I like getting nice and filled and stretched... god, it makes me feel like such a whore, and it makes me cum so fucking hard... and your cock is so absolutely, completely and utterly *yummy* in its capacity for filling my ass... no, I wouldn't ask you not to..."
"Good," he growled, grabbing her by the ass and pushing her to her feet. "Get the fucking lube..."
Marie's eyes brightened as she bit her lip, and she turned on her feet toward the bedroom.
This, unfortunately, was interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the coffee table. Richard had almost forgotten it existed, yet here it was, making its presence annoyingly obvious.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, moving to silence it, before the name on the screen made him pause. "Shit."
"What is it?" Marie asked, eyebrow raised with an evil smirk on her lips. "It's her, isn't it?"
"It is..." Richard replied, still feeling the uneasy draw to answer the call. "But it doesn't matter; I'll let it go to voicemail."
Now exceedingly guilty, Marie reached out to grab his hand, practically dragging him to his feet as she led him toward the bedroom. "No... answer it... my ass can wait a little while, I've got an idea that's so *very* much more fun..."
Not knowing what exactly she had in mind, but feeling a surge of dangerous excitement, he followed her.
***
Standing in his bedroom, Richard finally answered the call. "Hey... Venna."
"Hi, Richard..." his ex-wife responded, her voice timid, almost sounding apologetic, which was new for her.
This was a tone from her that would have made him jump for joy just over a week ago, but now hardly kept his attention. Yes, now his attention was much better held by Marie standing before him, pulling off the oversized t-shirt she wore in one swift, confident move, standing naked before him yet again. She smiled up at him with the smuggest, toothiest smile he had ever seen, clearly enjoying watching his uncomfortable reactions as she did this while he was on the phone.
"This is certainly a surprise," Richard said. "Don't you have guests over?"
"Yes, I do, but they're all drunk and partying now that the kids are asleep and, well, I got to thinking about how lonely you must be in your apartment on New Year's Eve, and I thought, well, what if I rang you up and kept you company for a few minutes to ring in the new year?" Venna suggested.
"That's... thoughtful," he replied as Marie strode over to him, tugging at his shirt encouragingly. Richard helped her pull it over his head, tossing it aside. "Your boyfriend doesn't have a problem with that?"
Venna laughed, softly. "No... Jerry's out with his friends, celebrating."
She sounded a little sad by this. In spite of all the hell she had put him through, Richard still would have found it hard not to sympathize with her a little.
Would have, of course, had Marie not been kneeling in front of him, tugging his pajama pants down until she'd freed his erection again. He tried not to hiss too loudly as she took his cock in her hands again, jerking him and spreading his freely flowing precum all over his cock.
"Sounds like you really picked a winner this time," Richard said, now having to hold back a groan as Marie planted a kiss on the tip of his cockhead.
He could already hear Venna sighing on the other side of the phone, seeing her pinch the bridge of her nose as she always did whenever she was frustrated by him. "I didn't call to pick a fight tonight, Richard... I never wanted this to be a fight."
Marie took more of his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking playfully as she looked into his eyes. Half of his cock had disappeared between her lips, and it looked like she was in no hurry to take more, as she leisurely dropped her hand between her legs and began to finger herself. Even in this position that someone could interpret as submissive, the look in her eyes said that she knew she had the power, making this a painfully erotic moment for Richard, even as awkward as it was.
"I never wanted to make it a fight either, but you called me at kind of a bad time..." he said.
Marie raised a hand with one finger extended, wagging it from side to side chidingly.
"...actually, I'm sorry, it's not a bad time," Richard continued, trying to hold back a groan. "That's just a bad joke, yeah, I was kidding and... it's just... sorry, this is so unexpected, I don't really know what to say."
Without taking her mouth off of his cock, Marie nodded.
"You don't have to know what to say," Venna replied, sighing. "I know I always wanted you to say things when you had nothing to say, and that wasn't exactly your style, and I'm sorry for that, now. I think I've been missing you a little, lately... is that crazy?"
Slowly, Marie took more of him down her throat until her nose rested against his pubes. Still fingering herself with one hand, she toyed with Richard's balls with the other, making it difficult to maintain a civil conversation.
Nonetheless, Richard knew what kind of game Marie was trying for, and found that it might have excited him every bit as much as it excited her. Looking down into her eyes, he nodded, then gently started thrusting into her throat. Marie groaned around his cock slightly, then began to finger herself harder.
"What was that?" Venna asked.
"Nothing, just the TV," Richard explained, chuckling to cover his gasp as Marie began fucking his cock with her throat. "I turned the volume down, but some things still slip through."
"Couldn't you have just muted it?" Venna asked.
He rolled his eyes, annoyed, and loving how it felt to be with Marie in this position while feeling this annoyed with Venna. "I thought you wanted to make nice."
"I do, it's just..." Venna sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm trying to be better about this for Milo and Kim, because they adore you, and I know everything wasn't always so bad, and... I really do want to make peace, alright? Is peace that much of a problem?"
Richard could have had some pretty choice words on this matter right about now, but knowing how much Marie was getting off on this illicit sex act while his ex was on the phone, he didn't want to end the call this soon.
"No, peace isn't a problem at all," he said, grabbing Marie by her ponytail and pulling her mouth off of his cock.
The little blonde slut looked up at him, almost disgruntled as she opened and closed her mouth hungrily, almost as if her lips needed to be filled with cock for her very survival. When Richard cocked his head toward the bed, Marie closed her mouth and smiled broadly, nodding eagerly.
"Good, I'm really glad to hear it," Venna said, her voice pleasant. It probably wouldn't have been pleasant if she knew at that moment that Richard had moved to lay down on his bed, and had a tight-bodied eighteen-year-old climbing on top of him.
