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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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sorry it's a bit longer than I planned and not finished yet. but enjoy!
Quality family time.
I had been invited to my boyfriend house for the first time, to meet his parents. We'd been living together several months but some How I has managed to avoid this particular duty. Partly because I was convinced I want the kind of girl any parent would want their son dating, and partly because whenever we weren't at work we we're too busy fucking to doo much of anything.
But finally he'd convinced me it was time, and as his family lived over 5 hours away by train it was agreed that we would stay the night, so we could all get to know each other. From the moment we arrived I kept expecting his mother to tell me I wasn't good enough and I had to leave, but they we're, in reality, very welcoming and friendly. And looking at my boyfriends dad I could easily see what he was going to look looks when he was older.
We we'rejust sitting down to dinner when my boyfriends brother arrived. I knew he has a brother, burr what I didn't realise was that they we're twins. Identical in fact. While we we're being introduced I found myself wondering if the brother was as horny and good in bed. With a blush I hoped noone noticed I pushed the thought down and we started dinner, quickly squeezing one more around the table.
"So I was thinking I'd stay over tonight as I'm here," announced the brother.
"You'll have to sleep on the sofa then. I'm sure these two don't want you in the top bunk," replied his mother.
Inwardly I was imagining convincing him too join us in the bottom bunk even if it was a tight squeeze, but I was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. As my mind had wondered it had been decided that hee would be sleeping in the top bunk after all, so my boyfriend and I would have to be on our best behaviour.
Nothing else remarkable happened during the course of they're meal, and once the plates we're washed and put away we continued to sit around the table talking and sharing a bottle of wine, or two. At some point I found myself Sat talking to the father. I really was the image of the twins all grown up, and the longer I spent talking to him the more I appreciated what my boyfriend would look like. Watching his eyes and hands, and the quick glimpse of his tongue as we spoke I actually found myself getting incredibly turned on.
I obviously had let my mind wonder again because I was suddenly aware of a hand on my knee. Looking down I realised it belonged to the man Sat beside me, his fingers gently stroking the inside of my leg as he leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
"You're a very sexy young lady," he told me on a cloud of aftershave. I breathed in deeply letting the scent fill my lungs, and when I didn't push his hand away he slowly slid it higher up my leg.
As his fingers traveled up my bare thigh to the short skirt I'd worn I was very grateful for the table covering us both. I was also aware that I really should stop him, my boyfriend was sat right in front on me. But for some reason I didn't, and instead found myself relaxing my legs so they fell apart slightly and turning in my chair to face him. I wanted him to like me after all. He obviously took this as an invitation as his fingers curved round to stroke my inner thigh and travel up under my skirt, soon brushing against my lace panties.
"I've been thinking about this since you walked in wearing that skirt and ridiculously high heels," he breathed down my ear, his fingers now stroking my slit through my panties, he must have been able to feel the wetness on them as he smiled at me.
"What are you two whispering about?" my boyfriend interrupted.
"I was just telling her all the antics you two used to get up to," he chuckled, the hand quickly gone from my thigh.
Suddenly feeling guilty I excused myself to go to the bathroom, to try and compose myself. What the hell had I been thinking letting him touch me like that. I barely knew him, he was married, hrre was my boyfriends father, and the rest of the family we're Sat right there, I listed tomyself, trying to convince myself to stop. My traitorous pussy was having none of it, the more I tried to convince myself it was wrong the wetter I got.
Sitting on the bathroom floor I kept going over the list again and again, getting wetter and wetter till it was almost unbearable. My fingers slid up my thigh, my legs quickly parting to allow them access too my now soaked panties. Without any build up I slid my fingers under the lacy material, finding my clit and making hard fast circles over it. I had limited time before someone wondered where I had gone.
The knowledge of getting caught, and knowing I was masturbating over the father, made my orgasm build up faster than ever before, and I soon had both hands working on my pussy, three fingers deep in my cunt and the others rubbing my swollen clit. I was biting into a towel trying too keep as silent as possible, my body so so close, when there was a knock at the door.
I almost screamed with frustration until a very masculine voice asked me if I was ok, I'd been gone a while. It was the father. I couldn't very well say no I wasn't ok, I was trying to make myself cum thinking about him fucking me and filling me with his hot cum. When I called out I was fine just a little light headed from the wine he asked to speak to me privately for a moment. Reluctantly I withdrew my fingers from my dripping cunt and wiped them on the towel, and straightening my clothes I opened the for to let him in.
The bathroom was very crowded with two people in it, and I sat on the edge of the bath to leave some space between us. When I looked up I realised that this put me almost at eye level with his crotch.
"I wanted to apologise for before... " he started.
"it's ok, it's mostly my fault," I interrupted, eager to get him out as fast as possible so I could resume my previous activity.
The way he was stood looking down at me, I was convinced he was looking down my top, which only served to turn nee on anymore. I don't know what was wrong with me, I was never normally like this, but right now my head was full of images of him bending me over the toilet cistern, hoisting my skirt up and burying hits throbbing cock in my dripping hole. Glancing away from his face I looked at hits crotch, noticing a very obvious bulge. Obviously his thoughts weren't much different to my own.
I struggled to look away from the erection straining against his trousers, widen hee noticed this hee made a show of rearranging himself for my benefit, making his cock more prominent as it pushed against the material. Licking my lips I looked back up at his face before slowly reaching towards him. He made no effort to stop me as I lowered his zip, his cock instantly springing from it's confines and into my hand. Tentatively I began to slide my hand along his length, watching the foreskin move back and forth over the head, and seeing the first drops of precum build up.
Again I looked up intro his face, his eyes half closed in pleasure, before leaning forward my tongue darting out to lick away the few drops. I heard him gasp involuntarily at the sensation, opening my mouth I slid his whole length into my waiting mouth, my face buried in his crotch as I gagged around his head.
"Mmm you are a little slut," he moaned, placing a hand on the back of my head to hold it still as he pushed his cock deeper into my throat.
"Show me your tits little slut," he commanded.
Instantly I pulled my top up exposing my ample breasts to his gaze, pulling the cups of my bra down so my nipples we're uncovered and pushed up for him to see. Only when he was satisfied did he release my head so I could pull away.
"Good little slut. Now tell me what we're you doing in here."
"Masturbating," I mumbled.
"Louder slut, I can't hear you."
"I was masturbating," said more clearly this time.
"Show me, I want to see your juices."
Hesitantly I pulled my skirt up, looking at the floor as I did so, almost as if denying what I was doing. Even looking away I couldn't help but notice his cock twitching at the sight of my bare pussy. I knew my pussy lips would be red and engorged from the fingering I had been giving myself.
"Spread your legs you useless slut, I said I want to see."
Obediently I opened my legs, I could feel the dampness of my juices coating my thighs, and seeing his excitement only caused more to flow from my hole. Deny it as I might I desperately wanted this man to fuck me. As I watched he lowered himself to his knees before me, fingers reaching out to grip my nipples, twisting them sharply making me gasp, before reading them to hard points.
"You do have nice tits slut, very suckable," as he said this he took one of my nipples in to his mouth.
I pushed forward into his mouth, feeling his tongue flick over me, and his teeth graze the sensitive flesh. My fingers slipped back between my thighs, seeking my clit as he suckled my nipples, I couldn't remember ever being this wet before, and I knew only the feel of his hard cock would satisfy me now. He slid his hands to my hips, pulling then forward on the edge of the bath as his mouth reluctantly left my nipples.
I could feel his breath moving lower down my stomach, caressing my pussy lips before finally feeling his mouth on me, his tongue seeking out my most secret flesh, tasting my juices. My orgasm was so close now as his tongue probed me, I leant back on the bath, hands braced on the opposite edge opening my hole fully for his exploration.
When I felt his tongue slip inside me I almost came there and then, only holding back by pure will. A sight pressure against my ass was all the warning I got before he slid a finger inside. This combined with the tongue probing me was all it took to make me explode into his mouth, the force of my orgasm squirting my juices allover his face. How I held back a scream of pleasure I'll never know.
"Now it's my turn little slut, stand up," he commanded, after lapping up all my juice.
Shaken I got to my feet, struggling to stand, before he gripped he forcefully, turning me round and bending me over the toilet. Knowing I was going to get my wish was all it took to get my pussy dripping again. With no further discussion I felt hiss cock at my cunt, desire pulsing through me, before he slammed deep inside.
My whole body shuddered with the force of the impact, as he plunged deep into me over and over, I couldn't remember ever being fucked so hard before, and I was almost convinced his cock was going to split me open. He grabbed hold of both my breasts using them to pull me back into him time and again, until I could feel myself.about to cum again.
"Cum for me little slut," he ordered.
Moments later I felt myself do just that, and as my muscles clenched around the cock thrusting deep into me I felt him shoot his load deep inside my cunt.
"Clean yourself up slut," he ordered before pulling out, correcting his clothes and walkingo out, leaving me spent over the toilet.
When I finally followed him out it was only to excuse myself once again and goto bed. |
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