Weekend Romp
It was past one in the morning. Down the hall, my parents were asleep. Jay and I crept around the guest bedroom, lit in stripes by streetlights through window shutters. We opened a window and I stuck my head out like a dog in a car, wagging my tail in excitement at the cool desert wind. Jay’s palms slap the cheeks of my ass and spread them for his hard cock. I howled at the moon, heavy and yellow and setting in the horizon.
It’s strange visiting my folks. Despite the discomfort of the guest bed and the fatty food we’re not used to, Jay and I somehow find ourselves at each other like crazy rabbits, triggered by memories of sneaking behind parents’ backs when we were teenagers. I half expect him to suddenly jump out of the window every time we hear footsteps down the hall. Although there are no real consequences other than embarrassment, the fear of getting caught is deep-seated, and that naughty feeling feeds our lust.
He grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth toward his cock, just fresh out of my ass, and pumped it hard into the back of my throat. I love when he gets this nasty, so dominantly male. This is not how it is all the time. Sometimes I’m on top riding him, holding his hands down on either side of his face, talking dirty. Sometimes we make love. Tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight I’m with a very bad boy, the one who takes someone’s precious daughter, raised like a princess, and feeds her his cock after it’s been in her ass.
He threw me on the bed and instructed me to hold my ankles apart. He licked my clit just enough to get me writhing on my back then he fucked my cunt with his hand, starting with three fingers, four, five and his knuckles all the way in me. I was shaking my head side to side, biting my lip, cunt tight around his fist like an ill-fitting glove, when he shoved his cock in my already tightly pursed ass. This was tighter than when he double-fucked my cunt with a toy while another one was up my ass. Every second I wondered how much longer I could take, but I found myself squeezing him even tighter in orgasmic spasms till we’re both shaking and bucking and collapsing into one another, moaning unintelligibly about love.
