Fucking Teagan Part 5

Fucking Teagan – Part 5 (A back story in Teagan’s words)

“I don’t really remember my father. What little I do recall, are more like dream fragments than actual memories. Oh, I have seen photographs, but those are stills, not memories. Dad disappeared from my life when I was barely three years old. No, he did not leave mother and me for someone else or for another more interesting life. He simply disappeared. No trace of him was ever found, other than his car. He had been hiking on the South Island. Mom says the authorities searched for months but never turned up any trace of my dad, or any clues as to what might have happened.”

“As such, I was an only child raised by an independent, loving, and self reliant single mom. Once dad disappeared, mom set out to build the best life she possibly could for us. That meant working long hours and occasionally weekends to help make ends meet. I spent much of my early life with family friends until I was able to go to kindergarten. Once there, I quickly learned to rely on my wits to get what I wanted and/or needed. It was obvious, even to a five year old, that the teacher was too busy to really care about me, so I just figured things out on my own. I learned by watching the mistakes the other kids made.”
“Not long after I turned six, mom was promoted to a much higher paying and much less demanding job than she had. We were able to spend more time together. Mom enrolled me in gymnastics as I had become fiercely independent, and very strong willed. She thought the structure and discipline of gymnastics would be good for me. She was right. For the first time since my dad vanished, I suddenly had a male authority figure back in my life. My coach Alex; he was from Russia. All I knew is that I would willingly try to do anything he asked of me, just in the hope of pleasing him. I loved to listen to him speak, even if I could not always understand his thick Russian accent. When he would spot me on a trick or help support me, his strong hands and his reassuring touch caused me to get butterflies in my stomach. I loved it.”

“For years, all through primary school, the bus would drop me off at the gym each afternoon. Alex and I would get the mats set up and do whatever needed doing before the classes started. Alex would also help me stretch. I would lie on my back; Alex would sit on one of my legs and carefully stretch the other leg, pushing it toward my chest. Unlike many of the girls my age, in my class, I refused to wear panties with my leotard. I mean, the older girls didn’t, and I wanted to be like them, so why should I. I also thought the cotton panties showing through the high cut leg holes of my leotard looked stupid. I realize now that Alex probably thought I didn’t notice when his hand brushed my puffy, little girl pussy as he helped me stretch. But I did notice; and I loved the electric sensation of his “accidental” touches. I also loved the attention he paid to me. Having a strong, powerful man hug me, be nice to me, and genuinely care about me was wonderful. I often wished that Alex was my dad and that he would like my mom and we could be a family. While that was not to be, like a drug, I was hooked forever on the feel of a man touch on my body. ”

“Mother Nature can be a cruel bitch. Basically, over the course of the summer of my twelfth birthday, she changed me, from a little girl into a woman. No warning, no time to plan; just little girl one day, full woman the next. Or so it seemed to me then. The awareness of that rapid change became almost overwhelming to me. You see, I never saw myself as unusually attractive, but everyone else apparently did. I just wanted to be normal. I just wanted to be like everyone else. Only a few girls didn’t seem to care. Leigh was my best friend of all. Her older brother Evan however, was a sexy, dripping hot, pain in my ass. I was desperately, secretly in love with him. He teased me mercilessly, but I also knew he liked me nearly as much as I liked him. Problem was, I was so much younger than he was, he could never face his mates if he was to try and “date” a twelve year old. A solution presented itself one Saturday afternoon.

I had walked to Liegh’s house to see if she wanted to go to a movie. Evan let me in, and informed me that Leigh was with their mom and would not be back for hours. As soon as I turned around to leave, he grabbed me, playfully threw me on the couch and began tickling me. I put up a good fight, but Evan was way too strong for me to ever win. I needed an advantage. I kicked him hard in the stomach. He fell back and sat there for a minute with a surprised look on his face. I needed to act fast or I would be dead as soon as he caught his breath. I hopped down on my knees, grabbed his cock with both hands, looked up at him and licked my lips with one of those “Ooo, what now?” looks on my face. We quickly made a deal. I strung him along on our “little arrangement” for almost two years until I finally let him fuck me.

“Once mom and I moved to America, I gave up gymnastics and took up select softball. I had played in a recreational league in NZ for several summers, but in America, the players and the game were at a whole different level. That’s how I met Mike. He was different from other coaches I had worked with. He had funny, sort of crude sense of humor. No subject was off limits. Most importantly, he was kind; and really, quite hot and ripped for an older guy, and he didn’t yell. The first afternoon I worked out with Renegade, I had a terrible practice. I couldn’t field anything, I couldn’t hit. I guess I put too much pressure on myself. Mike walked out to second base, pulled me aside and had another girl fill in at second. I just knew he was going to ask me to leave, or tell me I was no good and embarrass me in front of everyone. But he didn’t. He simply stood behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and asked me to describe what I saw. We talked for several minutes about “really seeing and understanding” what was actually happening on the field and not just observing and reacting. He told me he believed in me and he thought I had what it was going to take to play for him. Right then and there, I started to develop feelings for him; I had not felt the butterflies in some time. But they were suddenly back with a vengeance. Mike’s strong hands on my shoulders, and his quiet, reassuring tone of voice were a tantalizing reminder of Alex and Evan. The bond between Mike and me grew a little each and every practice. After a while, no obstacle mattered to me anymore. Our age difference, a wife, job, jail, whatever, be damned. I needed him to touch my body. I wanted to sleep with him…bad. I swore to myself that somehow I was going to make it happen. I spent the next nine months, gathering information, strategizing, and putting my plan into action. ”

Fucking Teagan – Part 5

Teagan bounded down the stairs two at a time and jumped into my arms, nearly knocking both of us to the ground. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her long sexy legs around my waist and kissed me hard; our tongues battling each other in a passionate dance of lust for one another.

“Babe, oh my god, you feel so amazing, I have missed you SO much!” It had been almost five weeks since Teagan and I had more than a day or two to spend together uninterrupted. The two weeks in Colorado and then almost three weeks that Becca was back in the US. I was looking forward to the next couple of weeks as much as she was. Teagan reluctantly hopped down. All through dinner we talked about the last five weeks catching up on the time we had missed, and setting plans for things we needed to do. Softball wasn’t over for the year and the start of her junior year in high school was just three weeks away.

Tori and I had spent some of the last three weeks talking more about the relationship that Teagan and I shared. The whole idea of her dad being with a seventeen year old was still challenging for her; but she was becoming more comfortable with the idea every day. Well, in truth…at least Tori no longer wanted to hold Teagan down on the bottom of the pool. I left the college decision up to Tori; she decided to return to Gonzaga for the fall semester. We had talked about her staying in town for a year, but ultimately Tori made the decision I figured she would.

I was finishing up the dinner dishes and Teagan had been unpacking her stuff. As usual, once Becca was gone, Teagan moved all of her bathroom stuff, makeup, toothbrush etc. into the master bathroom. The essentials, along with her most used clothes were now securely in my room. I put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and looked around for Teagan.

I found Teagan in the bedroom, laid back on my bed, wearing nothing but a smile and playing with a large, round, bright red, sucker. She had her pussy lips spread with one hand and was holding the sucker in the other. Teagan rubbed the sucker over her tongue, getting it dripping wet and then used it to get herself off; first rubbing it around and onto her nipples, and then moving down

Teagan had her head back on a pillow, her eyes closed and her pouty lips parted slightly. Slowly and erotically, she worked the sucker into, out of, and around her pussy, coating herself with the bright red, sticky sweetness; melting it slightly with her own tangy sweet juices. Tantalizingly slowly, she fucked herself with the sucker. Occasionally returning it to her mouth and licking her pussy juices off the sucker, before, once again, drawing a wet red line down between her tits, and gently sliding the sucker back into her pussy. I stood in the doorway mesmerized; watching her in amazed silence for several minutes. I think she knew I was there, but she paid no attention to me, concentrating only on the motion of the candy, into and over her pussy and clit. Soft gasps and curled toes giving away clues to the intensity of her self induced pleasure.

I stepped quietly into the room, pulled of my shirt, unbuttoned my shorts, and crawled gently up onto the bed. Teagan opened her eyes and looked at me, bursting into playful laughter as she did so.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” She cooed softly, grinning from ear to ear. Teagan reached out to me with both arms as I moved in to kiss her, wrapping her arms around my neck. The cherry sucker was intense, and slightly sour; couple that with Teagan’s succulent juices and the taste was intoxicating. I kissed her deeply and hard until I could no longer taste the sucker on her lips.

“I need to make love to you babe; I need you inside me for hours.” She sighed deeply as I moved my slow, intense kisses down to her neck. Chill bumps raced down the right side of her body, her nipples tensing and shrinking to small hard nubs, despite it being an unusually hot, early August evening.

Following the trail of sticky red sucker juice; slowly, I worked my way down her tight, toned, body. Alternately licking her body and kissing her full pouty lips; sharing the thick, sticky, red liquid as I lapped her body clean with my tongue. We kissed passionately, with a rabid intensity, our tongues playfully fighting each other for the last drops of the sour cherry sweetness. Teagan gasped and moaned quietly as I moved lower and bit her nipple gently; she slipped both of her hands up to the back of my head and pulled me softly into her chest.

Slowly; I continued working my way down her tan, sexy body; following the sticky, red trail further down her chest and around her belly button. Teagan giggled and cooed, as I licked and sucked her sugar covered body; occasionally laughing out loud when one of my kisses tickled her too much. I eventually worked my way down below her tan line. Venturing off a little, I softly kissed the inside of her thighs, lifting her leg and slowly licking and kissing the line between her sexy ass and the back of her leg.

“Babe, no, wait, you lie down now.” Teagan panted heavily. I rolled over and lay on my back. Teagan sat up, turned around and lay down on top of me; positioning her sexy body just so. She grasped my quickly hardening cock and began to rub me with a slow, erotic stroke. She was alternating between rubbing me and sucking me deeply into her warm wet mouth. The feeling was unrushed but intense, and I could feel her passion for my cock in her work.

Fortunately for me, Teagan had positioned her sexy shaved pussy right in front of my face. I could sense her arousal; tangy, yet feminine, mixed with the sticky sweet molten cherry sucker, the scent making me hornier by the second. I reached around her legs, spread her labia slightly, and dipped my tongue into her sopping wet pussy. She tasted like fresh sour cherries that had soaked for hours in sweet cider. The flavor of her juices was similar to the way her lips tasted when I first kissed her, but deeper, richer, and more intense. I couldn’t get enough. I continued sucking, licking and gently biting her as I cleaned the last of the molten sucker off her.

“Babe, that is soooo good!” She panted. “Please…more…I need more.” I dove back into her as she pushed her head down onto my cock. Her moaning went silent for a moment as she air locked herself. I could feel the muscles of her throat trying to swallow the bulging head of my cock, fighting to unblock her airway. She held still for another moment as I continued to playfully torture her clit with my tongue. Suddenly Teagan jerked her head up off my cock, her lungs gulping air. She still had a firm grip on the base of my cock with her hands.

“Oooooo….Fuuuuuuuk! Babyyyyyyyyyy! Yesssss…god yesssss. Miiiiiiike…aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhh.” The sexy, alto growl came from deep in her throat. She simultaneously clamped her thighs around my head as her well muscled body shuddered with an electric orgasm; her pussy rewarding me with more of her musky sweet wetness. She went limp and sort of slid/rolled off of me. She was still panting hard, her breathing deep and slow.

Teagan may have had her first orgasm of our two week reunion, but I hadn’t. I sat up, shoved a pillow under her head and shoulders, and placed her arms up over her head. She didn’t resist me in any way; it was obvious, at least for a while, she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. I kneeled between her legs, reached back and gently, but firmly grasped her ankles, pulled her legs up and spread her as wide as her body would allow. She was exquisite. Teagan was relaxed and grinning seductively at me. The inner pinkness of her pussy, surrounded by her petite, dark edged inner labia was stunning to behold. Teagan shuddered softly as I dipped two fingers into her pussy, wetting them with her slick feminine juices. I rubbed my cock, spreading her wetness around the head as I stroked myself to full rock hardness.

I teased Teagan for a moment or two, rubbing and pressing just the head of my cock into her pussy. Teagan wiggled her ass, bit her lower lip and got a pained look of frustration on her face. She looked up at me, silently pleading with me to plow into her and fill her with every inch of my cock. I needed to be in her as bad as she needed me inside her. I pushed part way into her, pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged my cock deeply into her tight, slick pussy. Teagan’s reaction was instantaneous as our pubic bones slammed together. She locked her legs around my waist, just above my hips; her heels low on the small of my back, drawing me deeper into her with, amazing force. She looked into my eyes, unblinking, one hand wrapped around my right tricep and one gently stroking the side of my face.

“Mike, fuck me babe! Please fuck me deep and cum in my pussy. I need to feel you cum in me. Please babe, I love you so much…I need to feel you cum in me…so bad.” I began thrusting in time with her legs pulling me into her. She now supported her upper body by pulling up on both of my triceps, arching her back and leaning her head back. Only her petite, firm ass and the back of her head were touching the bed as I was supporting most of her weight. She was rocking her body into my cock, pulling back with her legs and arms as I thrust forward. It was not possible to be any deeper inside her. For several minutes we rocked together, her pussy clenching my cock, fighting to hold me deep inside her, as I partially withdrew my cock, only to thrust deeply into her again and again.

Teagan was beginning to lose control. The rhythmic work of her legs on my back was now more random and violent as she crushed her clit into my pelvis, bucking like a wild horse under me. Suddenly she tensed her abs and pulled her head up, burying it beside my neck as she pushed herself toward an orgasm. He breathing was shallow and irregular; she pulled back, looked at me and said.
“Mike, babe that’s it. Like that. Just like that! Give me more…More…MORE! AAAAAAAAAAAGODYeaaaayyyyyyy!
Her scream of ecstasy was as amazing as her body’s convulsing with a violent uncontrollable orgasm. There was nothing subtle about it; her hot pussy juices flooded past my cock as I continued to pump into her pussy as she came. It only took a couple of more moments before I couldn’t hold off any longer. I emptied my balls deep into her wet pussy, filling her to overflowing with thick cum. We collapsed together, exhausted and out of breath. We kissed deeply and passionately as our heartbeats slowed in unison.

Teagan was still trembling gently as she finally opened her eyes and looked over at me.

“I love you Mike. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby. More than I have ever loved anyone.” I said. We kissed softly as we held each other and relaxed for a while longer.

It was deep twilight as Teagan and I stepped out into the back yard. It was hot. The temperature had to be still in the ninety’s and the humidity was not far behind. The pool water was going to feel good. As soon as I turned on the underwater lights, Teagan sprinted for the pool. She was a strong swimmer, having learned to surf and swim in the ocean back in NZ. Teagan’s graceful shallow dive shattered the glass smooth surface of the water. She swam underwater to the far end of the pool, did a flip turn, and swam back before coming up for air, right in front of where I was standing, at the foot of the steps.

“Mmmmmm, I like this!” She cooed softly as she wrapped her arms around me. Teagan was a vision of beauty; her thick black hair wet and slicked back. Tiny droplets of water covered her skin and the deep blue/green glow of the underwater lights was casting eerily sexy patterns across her naked body. Her pupils were large in the dim light, and it was as if I could see all the way into the deepest reaches of her soul. We stared into each other’s eyes, silently speaking volumes about the love that continued to grow between us. I sat back on the steps, Teagan sat down on my lap facing me; holding my face in her hands, as we began kissing each other deeply; each of us drinking in the shared passion between us. We were lost, or perhaps frozen, in time. In reality it didn’t matter which. At that moment, time could not have been more irrelevant. All that mattered to us was that we had the person we loved right where we most wanted them to be.

Teagan and I swam, played, kissed, held each other and played some more. There were some large thick pads around the edge of the pool; eventually, Teagan crawled out of the pool and lay down on her stomach on one.