Oops! Friend’s Dad Pumps Me Full of His Cum
Taboo desires stirred within Sheila as she locked eyes with her best friend’s dad, Marcus. At 19, she was a nubile vixen ripe for the plucking, her long red hair cascading over her petite yet curvy frame. Marcus, a virile 42, drank in her beauty, his hungry gaze roving her blossoming breasts barely contained by a tight pink tank top, her flat belly, and long, shapely legs that went on for miles. Sheila felt her pussy dampen at the intensity of his stare, imagining what lurked in his jeans.
It was a steamy summer afternoon, and stampeding teens’ cries echoed from the nearby pool. Sheila and Marcus sat on recliners, their feet mere inches apart. Fun and games with the kids suddenly seemed dull compared to the charged tension building between them. The air crackled with unspoken lust.
“I’ve always thought you were stunning, Sheila,” Marcus murmured, eyes darkening. “But your friend never realized what a lucky bastard he is. A sexy, smart thing like you…”
Sheila’s cheeks flushed, excitement coiling low in her belly like a heat-seeking missile. “Marcus,” she breathed, “we shouldn’t… Not with Lily around…”
Marcus’ hand crept closer until his little finger brushed Sheila’s. Electricity zinged between them. “She’s off visiting her grandparents all weekend,” he rumbled. “No one else is home. And you’ve been bucking me like a mare in heat, practically begging me to take you.”
Sheila gasped, thighs clenching as damp heat flooded her thong. The dirty talk was too much. “Sorry,” she panted. “Guess I’m just so horny and frustrated, you know?”
Marcus’ pupils dilated with lust, a bulge tenting his shorts. “A popping cherry needs to be plucked,” he growled.
Heart thundering, Sheila looked around furtively before uncrossing her legs and letting them fall open in brazen invitation. Marcus’ molten gaze fell to the apex of her thighs.
“No panties?” he groaned.
She rocked her hips, feeling the phantom weight of him inside her. “Wanted to be ready,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” Marcus breathed. “You’re going to ruin me for any other woman.”
No longer able to play coy, Sheila pushed off the chair and straddled him, feeling the rigid length of him through their clothes. Marcus fisted his hands in her hair and hauled her into a scorching kiss, plundering and claiming her mouth. Sheila moaned into him, rocking against his straining erection. They groped and panted, hands greedily roaming everywhere they could reach.
“Need you so bad,” Marcus rasped against her ear. “Been dreaming about that tight little cunt pistoning over my cock. Gonna knock you up.”
Sheila shuddered, imagining what it would feel like to be stretched full of Marcus. Eagerly nodding her assent, she extracted herself from his lap and took his hand, leading him inside to his bedroom.
Once inside, he took command, stripping out of his shorts and briefs in one smooth motion. His cock sprung free, thick and hard, the bulbous head an angry purple. Sheila licked her lips as he ripped her tank top and bra off, exposing her modest but perky breasts tipped with rosy nipples. He flicked his thumb over one stiff peak before sucking the other into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.
Sheila mewled and arched into him, but he was relentless, hungry. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged, intense eyes boring into hers. “Gonna ravage this sweet body,” he snarled. “Fuck you raw until the only cock you can think about is mine. Until my cum is leaking down your legs.”
“Yes,” Sheila whimpered, too far gone to care if she was begging. She’d come this far, might as well make it memorable.
Marcus shoved her onto the bed and tore off her shorts and thong. She gasped as he drove two fingers into her dripping slit, pumping and curling. “Fuck me,” he rasped. “Teen slut so tight and wet for daddy. Practically virgin.”
“Please,” Sheila panted, lights bursting behind her eyelids as Marcus tortured her G-spot. “Need your cock!”
“That’s right,” he purred. “Begging for it like a good little cumslut. Gonna make you scream.”
Marcus grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Sheila’s hips, angling her mound towards him. He knelt on the bed and slanted a deviant grin as he grabbed a bottle of lube. She whined her frustration, but his smirk only widened as he squirted a generous amount into her pussy, working it in with his fingers.
“Keep still,” Marcus ordered. “Gonna mount this pussy again and again until it’s shaped to me.”
Wet and ready, he lined up his cock head and slammed home in one powerful thrust. Sheila howled, tears springing to her eyes from the initial pain before it morphed into intense pleasure. Marcus grunted above her, sweat beading his brow as he remained still, letting her adjust. When Sheila moved her hips to urge him on, Marcus finally began thrusting, each plunge dragging against her sensitive nerves and sending her spiraling towards the sky.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Not gonna last. Tight cunt milking me so good. Gonna pump you full and make you mine.”
The primal words sent Sheila hurtling over the edge. She clenched down on him rhythmically, greedy lips working his cock as if to wring out every last drop. Marcus’ thrusts grew harder, punctuated by a string of curses, before he buried himself to the hilt with a hoarse shout.
Sheila felt him explode inside her, hot spurts of cum painting her cervix as he ground into her, rasping filthy claims to her ear. She moaned breathlessly as his semen flooded her channel. Any second now, she’d be marked, claimed. Knocked up with his seed.
When they finally came down, Marcus kept her stuffed full, cock twitching inside her in soggy remnant spurts. He gathered Sheila to his chest, stroking her hair as they recovered.
“Stay with me this weekend,” Marcus rasped. “Let me ruin you for anyone else.”
“Yes,” Sheila breathed, nuzzling his chest. “All yours. Forever.”
From that day on, they were inseparable. Sheila moved in and embraced her new role as Marcus’ perfect teenage trophy wife and baby mama. Friends ostracized them, but Sheila couldn’t have cared less. She was his. And she couldn’t wait to be big with his baby.