A few weeks had passed since I'd caught Ralph masturbating to the smell of my panties. He didn't notice me, but the more I thought about it the more I was convinced that he'd heard me moan his name when I was masturbating in the tub.
I tried to put it out of my mind, but every time I thought about how much he was lusting after me, I found myself getting wet. One night I swear I was walking past my Mom's room and heard Ralph fucking her senseless, with a passion I'd never heard from that room before.
I couldn't get my mind off of the mental image of Ralph's swinging dick, and my supercharged libido had to be dealt with. I was going down a bad road at school, taking out my pent-up sexual frustration on some of the boys at school.
Since my first encounter with Ralph, I'd started giving handjobs in the gym locker room at school. I knew people were talking, and I didn't care. All I wanted was dick. I didn't care if they were big or small, if the guys were fat or skinny. I jerked off guys from the football team, I jerked off guys from the chess club. As far as I was concerned, every dick to me was Ralph's dick when I closed my eyes, and nothing felt better than having it erupt hot sticky cum all over my hands.
At one point, I broke down and fell back on my most reliable way to get off: my homemade porn. On my 18th birthday, my boyfriend at the time had suggested that we record ourselves fucking. The first video was a pretty tasteless affair, as we fumbled around with the camera while we tried to have our first sexual encounter.
With practice though, we'd gotten better at both. I started to become better versed with sex, and despite breaking up, I'd had a steady stream of suitors to fill the hole that Bobby had left behind. Moreover, I'd refined the recording process such that my laptop's webcam was recording every encounter in my bedroom without the guy even knowing.
I must have spent hours in the past week masturbating to the videos. They were all strategically shot, so that I could see my favorite angles and positions. I loved watching my tits bounce back on all fours. The camera never caught the face of my partner, and I loved picturing Ralph's doughy face on top of them as the body pulled my brown hair back and thrust his cock deeper into me.
That was all about to change though.
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It was a late Saturday night and I'd come home from a night at the movies with some friends. One of my friends, Becca, kept imploring me about my slut streak of the past couple of weeks. She couldn't believe that I'd whacked off over a dozen guys, and wanted every detail.
Originally I'd planned to spend the night at Becca's, maybe getting tipsy and having some casual lesbian petting as I had once or twice before, but Becca's interrogation really killed the mood for me. I knew it was risky, because my Mom was out of town for the weekend for work, and I was nervous to spend the night home alone with Ralph.
I slowly creaked open the front door and gently shut it, clenching my keys tight against my body to keep them from giving me away. Pausing to listen, I vaguely heard voices from the TV in my Mom's room. I looked at my watch and figured that at midnight, Ralph was probably already outcold.
I gingerly stepped up each step, having done this dance before and knowing very well where all of the creaky floorboards were. As I passed my Mom's door, my initial guess was confirmed. The door was closed, and I wondered if Ralph was jerking it to the smell of my panties again. It had been almost a month, and I still hadn't seen them again...they were probably losing their stench.
I shook the thought from my head as I went to my bedroom, undressing and putting on a pair of little shorts and a tee-shirt. I was exhausted. Between all of the masturbation I'd been doing, and trying to get out of the house with friends, I really needed to crash.
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I woke up when I heard the door to my room close and lock, and saw Ralph's shadow against the white walls.
"Hello, Jenny."
By all means, I should have felt afraid. I knew what he was here for, we were home alone, but I simply rolled over to greet him. "Hi, Ralph."
"You know what I'm here for, don't you." He slowly approached me, reaching down for his sweatpants.
I nodded, trying to fight back a smile.
"I heard you playing with yourself in the tub a few weeks ago. You moaned my name. You want me, don't you?"
I could see his hands pausing on the drawstring of his sweatpants, the outline of his modest cock growing harder. This was the time, now or never. I could probably end this whole thing right now by telling him he misheard me, or that a boy at school named Ralph really got me going. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Mhmm," I teased.
Ralph smiled eagerly and fished his cock out, holding the erect slab of meat inches from my face. "Then show me how much you want me."
I sat up, bewildered at the experience. I was still groggy, but fully aware of what was happening. I swear I could feel the heat of his cock so close to me, almost aching to feel my young lips wrap around it.
Without even deciding to, I reached my hand up and wrapped my fingers around the base of the shaft. He let out a moan as my cold fingers hugged its circumference, my little hands dwarfed by the thickness of his cock. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be totally under my spell.
Leaning forward, I opened my mouth and puckered my lips against the tip. He was paralyzed with ecstasy, and I hadn't even started yet. I quickly got to work, for some reason afraid that someone or something might interrupt this moment.
I plunged his cock into my mouth, inhaling the scent of his sweat through my nostrils. It tasted like the dozens of other cocks I'd sucked, but this was different. I started to swirl my tongue around the head, working up a rhythm with my fist. "Oh, Jenny..." he moaned as I smiled around his fat cock.
"You like that, Ralph?"
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times Jenny," he looked at me with a familiar tone, "call me Dad."
"You like having me suck your cock, Daddy?"
"Yessss," he moaned as he pushed my head back onto his dick. I bobbed my head up and down, twisting my wrist around his pole. I was enjoying every second of this, and I knew that I'd have all of the fuel for masturbation I'd ever need after he shot his load down my throat.
