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Ana earns her keep”Mr. Dillard!” Ana hollered through the screen door, “I’m baaack!””Come on in!” I projected loudly, my pulse racing and hot adrenaline flooding my body, still shaken by the last time she came over a little over a week ago. I dared not hope for a repeat. Really, I was a little afraid of her, I knew I shouldn’t want her, a senior in high schoool and only 18, and I was waiting for her to come to her senses, for an awkward confrontation. I also lusted for another go at her. “Ugh, we need to talk,” she sighed, a wet tear trickled from her liquid-quick ink black eyes down her pale freckled cheek, talking just a little mascara with it.My pulse raced again, oh holy shit! She’s pregnant! She told someone? What on earth could we need to talk about? I was suddenly very serious, “What is it? Did I…? Are you…? Pregnant? I, uh, pulled out, but I suppose”Ana sniffled her sadness away and, amused by my panic, cut me off, “No! No, we’re all good! We’re fine! Don’t worry about that. I have a huge favor to ask you.”Relieved beyond measure, a smile broke out on my face, “Oh thank god! Fantastic! Yes! Anything!””Anything? Really? It’s pretty big.” she hesitated with adolescent gravity.”What? Do you need something? To borrow the car? Help with a research paper?””Well, so I graduate in June, but my parents just got a job offer in San Diego. I really don’t want to move so close to graduation. My parents wish I could stay, too, but I need a place to live.””Aaand, why are you telling me about this?” I stammered, my nerves thrilled at the idea in a mix of anxiety and heat!Ana piped up, excited, “My parents thought, because you did such a good job raising Claire, and because they’ve known you so long, and always felt comfortable with me coming over here, that maybe you would be perfect!”My gut flooded with guilt at the idea that this was the product of her parents’ trust. “Your parents thought of me?””Yep!” Ana chirped, her skirt flouncing around pale thighs, “We all think you’re the best! They want to give kayseri escort you some money to cover my expenses. They will have quite a bit coming in from the sale of the house. They want to have you over for dinner tonight to talk about it.” She was beaming, “Is it cool?””Is which cool? Dinner or you living here?” Sensing my hesitation, Ana sweetened the pot, “Maybe… I could do a little extra to earn my keep,” stepping closer, placing her thigh between my knees, “maybe we could work something out.” She smiled up at me, her jet black hair falling away from the palest peaches and cream face, her mouth a little open, her perky little boobs pushed up in a black bra, her cleavage visible as I looked straight down at her short little body, she tugged at the pleats of her little skirt with one hand and rested a finger on the growing bulge in my pants with the other. My face went flush, my gut churned in lust and confusion, I swallowed, hard. I stammered out a “Yes.” “Good!” She bounced up and smashed a quick wet kiss straight into my lips. “My folks will be expecting you at seven!” She strategically bent over to pick up her backpack, legs straight, calves clad in black patent leather doc marten boots up to the backs of her knees, the full backs of her impossibly white thighs exposed all the way up to the barely pink flesh at the bottom of white cotton panties just peeking out from under her skirt. She turned to make sure I was appreciating the show and winked. “Later!”Dinner washed over me in a blur of adrenaline. Ana’s parents offered a thousand bucks a month if they could move her in this weekend and I would feed her and make sure she got to school. They left her a car and a little spending money. I agreed. I offered the guest room. That weekend, Ana moved in her bedding, clothes, backpacks full of schoolwork, her makeup and hair stuff into Claire’s bathroom in the hall, tearfully kissed her parents goodbye, and made herself comfortable. Sunday evening, after an extraordinarily ordinary escort kayseri dinner, Ana finished up the last of her homework and started to get ready for bed, thanking me profusely for letting her stay in my home. I went into the master bathroom on my bedroom to start getting ready. Iwashed my face, looked up into the mirror, and saw Ana standing mehind me in the doorway my bedroom behind her. She was wearing dangerously short loose thin pajama shorts and a t-shirt with a neck torn so that her shoulder and most of a breast were exposed. Her boots off, her bare legs were short and white, her little hand on her hip, she straigtened up and strode up to me, stood on tip toes to kiss me deeply. She wrapped her little arms around me and I returned the hug, my hand on her butt, her cheeks barely covered by the loose short-shorts, my fingertips squeezed the bottom of her bare butt. My cock throbbed. Feeling it against her soft belly, with a wink she lowered herself to her knees, pulled my boxers down around my ankles, and took my member into her mouth. It engorged in an instant. Surprised, she coughed a little on the hard head in the back of her throat. Her liquid quick black eyes watered a little as she struggled to choke it down. She blinked. “Easy there!” I groaned, my balls already about to explode! “Slow down, relax!”Unheeding, she thrust her head onto my cock even harder, her eyes closed, a tear on each freckled cheek. I pulled back, desperate not to flood her throat with a torrent of cum minutes into the evening. My cock popped out of her mouth. She gasped for air and smiled. I pulled her to her feet and set her up on the bathroom counter. I ran my hands up her thighs and my thumbs into her shorts to graze her labia, one thumb barely teasing the tip of her clit, she gasped and threw her head back. “Relax…” I fingered her in the loose shorts and kissed her neck and chest, taking my time to get her uncontrollably turned on. Her chest flushed bright pink in heat. Her nipples hard though kayseri escort bayan her t-shirt, she hooked her heels behind my legs to pull me to her. I fingered her swelling slick slit as she slid into ecstasy, her breath hot and fast, whimpering, an orgasm starting to swell electrically from the center of her sex, tensing and trembling her whole body. “OOooh good gohhhd yessssss!!!” she howled, lost in her body!She relaxed and I slid her off the counter and carried her to the bed. I set her on her feet next to the bed, bent over it face down, her legs limp, and slid the loose damp shorts down to her knees. I pulled her pale white butt cheeks apart, one in each of my massive hands, to look at her little pink rosebud and her sopping wet swollen pink pussy. I dropped to my knees and French kissed her fuckhole. She yelped and quivered! Running my tongue in and out, up and down her slick slit, teasing her hard little clit with the tip of my tongue, I ate her whole soul! She was shuddering and quaking and moaning and whimpering through another orgasm when I stood up and stabbed her cunt with my impossibly engorged fuck-stick. My cock was a cudgel! I shoved it in as deeply as I could, holding her ass in both hands and watching it dissapear into her stretching snatch. The pink hole tight around my girth, I pulled her in and out, forcing the air in and out of her with each thrust. I turned her over on the bed and held her legs up and apart by the ankles so I could see the sweet agony on her face, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open slack as she breathed, “Ahh gahd, ahh gahd, ahhhh gahhhh, ah ah ah ah!!!” Her little boobs jouncing with each jolt, her thighs slick, juice tickling her ass crack. Her hips bucking “Yes! yes! yah! yah! AH! Yesssss!!!” She convulsed with another orgasm, her cunt clenching my cock like a tight fist, I could feel and undeniable orgasm welling up in my balls. Again! I pulled out just in time, exploded load after load of hot cum all over her swollen pussy, slathering it in spunk. She shuddered and pulled up her legs, her pussy a little purse of folded flesh, creamy with warm translucent goo. “Oh my god,” Ana marvelled, overwhelmed with fuck-drunk endorphins and fingering her slit. “Is it going to be this good?””God I hope so.”
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