Indeed, the brunette was pretty awesome, a studious girl who was always on honor roll and dean’s list, fun to be around with a sweet sense of humor. But back then, she was just little kid Mandy, so I didn’t think twice.
“Yeah, Mandy’s awesome, isn’t she?” I said noncommittally. “If I could have one like her, I’d definitely have kids for sure.”
But those words were haunting me now, because shit, how times have changed. With her new body, it wasn’t about having a kid like Mandy anymore. It was about having Mandy herself now. I wanted that sweet ass to squeeze, those huge breasts pressed against my chest, the little girl gasping and wriggling as I pushed in deep. I wanted it all. Not a kid like Mandy, but Mandy the girl, the woman, all to myself.
So against my better judgment, I accepted Linda and Ray’s invitation for a weekend at their summer home, fully aware that Mandy would be there too. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen her, and yeah, I’ll be in close quarters with the tantalizing teen for two nights, but that’s the thing. It’s only two nights. I can damn well handle myself, keeping a leash on it. Sure, she was sex walking around on two legs, but shit, I’d take a sedative if I had to, knock myself out if it came to that. So yeah, I’ll manage. Even if it comes down to pills and wanking off in the shower three times a day, I’ll make Mr. Happy behave.
But now, pulling up the cabin, my mistake hit me like a snowball to the face. Because one sight of that pretty pink pussy and my cock was shot. I don’t know what the girl was doing but she was soaking wet and butt-naked, showing those curves off as she stripped and changed, and shit, but I got an eyeful. Those huge tits hanging out, tipped with pink, begged to be sucked. That enormous ass, the round orbs like heavenly moons, fleshy and juicy. And oh shit, that perfect pink twat. Because yeah, Mandy took everything off and her slit was on full view, my eyes glued to that dripping cunt as she bent over. Holy mother of god, was she always so wet? Was it water or her own cream? Were her lips always so engorged and beautiful? Was her clit always that stiff?
And like an inexperienced boy, I lost it. Right there, sitting in my Porsche palming myself, I fucking jizzed into the air like I was thirteen and watching porn for the first time. Because yeah, I’d taken out my cock as the girlie got naked, absentmindedly fisting myself, but god, my senses fucking went haywire. The brunette was just too tempting, too beautiful, too everything, and like a geyser erupting into the air, white semen flew high and wide, coating the dash, the steering wheel, fuck, even getting into the leather of the seats. The car reeked of sex now, hot fuck sinking into the upholstery, I was going to have to get the vehicle professionally cleaned.
So frustrated, I grabbed some paper napkins and started cleaning up, wiping the stickiness off my hands, the insides of my thighs, my dripping balls. Thank fuck there was no jizz on my pants or shirt, and zippered back up, I looked practically normal once more. Well, as normal as someone who’s just had a motherfucking orgasm, one that had literally made my testicles erupt, back arching, the little car shaking if you looked hard. And running an unsteady hand through my hair, I checked my mug in the rearview mirror. Shit, this was so wrong. So absolutely wrong, what I’d just done, wanking off to my beautiful girl.
But Mandy was sitting on the steps of the log cabin now, looking beautiful but forlorn, like a little girl at school, waiting to be picked up. And I had to show, sooner or later, I couldn’t exactly hide out in my car and just drive off, she had no way of getting inside. So popping the locks, I stepped out of the Porsche and heaved my shit out of the trunk. Then with long, confident strides, I walked up the path to the waiting brunette.
She saw me at the last minute.
“Hey!” Mandy exclaimed with a bright smile, those brown eyes sparkling. “Hey Mr. Parker, you’re finally here.”
I growled deep in my chest, chest and abs still tight. Holy shit, my dick was getting hard again. Holy fuck, I’d just exploded and yet it was happening again. Down boy, I raged internally. This is not the time.
But on the outside, I was coolly casual and confident.
“Hey hun,” I said, leaning down to kiss Mandy’s cheek. “How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting. Car trouble,” I fibbed.
The brunette flushed, lips parting slightly, cheeks coloring, but she pretended like the two of us being together was no big deal too. Craning her head, she peered over my shoulder.
“Did you bring the Porsche?” she asked quizzically, squinting in the distance. “I don’t see your car.”
I nodded like it was no big deal.
“Like I said, car trouble, we barely made it here. It’s back there, behind those trees,” I rumbled smoothly. “No worries, it’s there.”
“Oh okay,” said Mandy, jumping up and tugging her shirt down. The gesture made my eyes automatically track those huge tits, bouncy within her tiny tee. “I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Parker. I don’t have the key, so yeah, I was kinda stuck,” she said with a sassy grin.
Stuck my ass. She’d been up to no good during that fifteen minute wait, getting naked and showing me her puss, the pink flesh steaming from her internal heat. But this wasn’t the time to let on that I’d seen, so I made myself stay calm.
“Why don’t we go inside?” I rumbled, fishing in my pocket for the key. “Let’s get settled and then have some lunch. You hungry?”
And Mandy nodded.
“I’m starving,” she acknowledged, rubbing her tiny pooch of a stomach. “Last one down to the picnic table is a rotten egg!” the girl squealed, dashing inside and up the stairs. And I chuckled, watching that curvy form disappear. Because there was still a kid-like vibe about her, something special, something magical, and it was part of what made Mandy so tempting. I loved the innocence mixed with her new maturity, the way her body sang to me and yet paused and hesitated sometimes, right on the threshold of womanhood.
But the thing is that the brunette has already gone over the edge. Her words, her gestures, the knowing tilt of her chin, the sweet curves of her body. Oh yeah, the siren was in full-on womanhood, tempting, luscious, ripe, unconsciously doing the Dance of the Seven Veils. And I was just the man to show her the way, to stretch that pretty pussy for the first time until my sweet girl belonged to Daddy … until every delectable inch, every delicious curve belonged to me.