His Nasty Little Pussy

She pulls back my blankets and looks back at me. I pull my gaze away from her perfect ass and pussy. The wicked grin she gives me tells me she knows exactly what I was just looking at and doesn’t mind at all. Then, she pats the bed and motions for me to come closer.

“Thanks, Savanna,” I manage to say. “I can probably handle it from here.”

“Are you sure? I can stay if you need me to.”

I try and convince myself that what I’m seeing in her sweet eyes isn’t pure, raw lust, but I don’t think my brain is buying it. My cock sure as fuck isn’t.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, and even to my own ears my voice sounds strained and tight.

She sighs and gets off my bed. When I’m under the covers, she walks to my door and looks at me.

“I’m going to just leave it open a crack so you can holler if you need me. Do you mind if I take a quick shower before bed?”

“Of course not,” I say. “Make yourself at home.”

She shoots me a big grin before leaving. I hear her hauling her bags into the guest room next door. A few minutes later, I hear the shower start up. I keep waiting for the sound of the bathroom door shutting, but it never happens.

She wouldn’t dare!

I tell myself that she must have just very quietly shut it. I can’t get the idea out of my head, though. Grabbing one crutch, I get out of bed and hobble to the door. Peeking across the hall, I let out a soft groan when I immediately see Savanna’s naked body behind the clear shower curtain liner.

She’s left the bathroom door pretty much wide open and doesn’t seem the least bit worried about it. I watch mesmerized as she runs a soapy hot pink bath pouf across her body, spending extra time on her perky tits, lathering them up nice and good. The small glimpse of red nipple beneath the bubbles as they shift is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

Leaning back, she rinses off all the bubbles, slowly revealing her body to me, one perfect inch at a time. Not able to stand it any longer, I free my cock from my shorts and wrap my fist around the thick shaft.

This is wrong! She’s off limits! Best friend’s daughter!

Warnings float through my head, but there’s no going back now, especially not when she starts to run her hands over her own tits. Her small fingers explore her nipples, giving them a good pinch before sliding a hand down between her thighs.

I pump myself faster, watching her start to finger herself. Her other hand still cups and kneads her tit while the hand between her legs works faster. She fingers herself quick and hard, eager to cum, and it’s not long before I can hear soft moans coming from behind the shower curtain.

I feel my own pleasure rising. Leaning against the door jamb, I curse my stupid broken ankle as I try to balance on one crutch while jerking off. Savanna is gasping now, her shapely hips and ass moving in a sexy rhythm that quickly has me covered in precum.

All I can think about is how badly I want to be in that shower with her, pressing her up against the wall, burying my cock in that little pussy of hers. I want to hear her make those soft moaning noises and then turn them into screams of pleasure while I pound into her fast and hard. I want to turn her around, pick her up, and look into her beautiful eyes while I fuck her, feel her legs wrap around me and her fingers dig into my skin.

Right as I’m about to cum, I see her hand speed up, and when I hear her whisper my name, I lose control and cum with a force that momentarily blinds me. Images of Savanna fucking herself and then me fucking her float through my mind, but it’s the last image that sticks with me, refusing to budge. I see myself fucking her from behind in the shower with my arms wrapped around her very swollen belly.

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The sound of the shower turning off brings me back to the present. I barely have time to shove my dick back in my pants and hobble out of the way before I hear the shower curtain being pushed open. My crutch bangs into the foot of my bed, and I silently curse as I struggle back under the covers.

I lay there, willing my breathing to calm and my heart to stop racing when I swear I hear Savanna let out a soft giggle. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I sigh, praying to whatever god will listen that she didn’t hear me stumbling back to my bed like the pervert I am.

The silhouette of her in my doorway has me racking my brain for some kind of excuse I can give for why I might have been up at the same moment she was stepping out of the shower.

She tiptoes up to my bed and leans over me. I can just make out the details of her face in the dark of my room.

“I know you saw me,” she whispers.

“Saw you do what?” I ask, trying my damnedest to sound normal.

She lets out another small giggle. “Fucking myself. Why do you think I left the door open, Justin?”

Her voice has gone a bit husky with desire, and the sound of it has my cock getting hard again with a quickness.

“I wanted you to see me.”

“That hardly seems appropriate.” I’m aiming for my adult voice here, but it comes out sounding breathy, like a man at the end of his very sexually frustrated rope.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asks, leaning in just a bit closer.

“I’m old enough to be your dad,” I remind her. “I’m also your dad’s best friend, Savanna.”

She ignores me. “You didn’t answer the question.”

I hear the soft rustle of fabric. “You can’t fight me forever, Justin,” she says, and before I can even say anything, she runs a wet finger over my lips and then quickly disappears out my door.

As soon as my tongue meets the wetness on my lips, I groan and pound my fists into the mattress. She’s covered my lips in her pussy juice, and the sweet taste of her is maddening.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl in frustration, but all I get in response is another giggle and a muffled “Goodnight, Justin,” coming through the wall by my head.