- Not getting caught is the interesting part – 01
- Not getting caught is the interesting part – 02
The girl who’d given me my first kiss. The girl who’d shown me the difference between boys and girls, under the covers with a flashlight, uncovering one of the great mysteries of life. The girl who helped me drown my misery in half a pepperoni pizza and a double chocolate shake, after Tincy shot me down in flames, laughing at me, embarrassing me in front of everybody that I thought mattered back when. The girl who shared all her dreams and fantasies with me.
Fuck fantasies. This was sooo much better.
The effort on my arms was more than I could sustain, and just when I thought I’d have to lower her, her slippery butt slipped out of my hands, dropping her down, impaling her. She surprised me by leaning forward, bending almost in two, and grabbing my ankles. She pulled her feet in closer, forcing my legs together.
Elena, sweet Elena, lifted her hips up, then slammed them down onto me, taking me completely in one stunning move. When she lifted her hips again, I could see her sweat slick ass perfectly, and watched my rod disappear into her as she started fucking me, her hips rising and falling, taking my entire length over and over. The sight of it was mind-blowing.
The sweat poured off of my forehead, and I grabbed the only cloth available, her tiny panties, and wiped my face. The smell of chlorine and her own musky scent hit me like a Mike Tyson uppercut, and I inhaled deeply, stunned, laying her soaked panties on my chest.
I suddenly realized, she’d never even tried to put them back on. The teasing hussy!
I pressed back against the rear wall, lifting her up by her full ass, and thrusting against her as she came back down. I was afraid I was going to push through the rear wall of the old playhouse, bringing the old building down on us.
The whole thing was too much for me, and I felt the tension in my nuts. “I have to come,” I warned her.
“Do it. Come for me,” she hissed, her pale cheeks bouncing up and down with abandon. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, coming hard, painfully so. It wouldn’t stop; I just kept shooting into her, for what seemed like ages. Even when I thought I was done, with a push from my hips I exploded into her again. And again. Finally I released her, massaging her where I’d been squeezing, trying to erase the red marks I’d left on her fair skin, and she sat down and back, collapsing on me.
“Wow,” she murmured. “That was unexpected.”
We both giggled at that, while I caressed her long slender body.
I was still inside her, and I reached around and started playing with her pussy, stroking it, rubbing it, pressing down on her clit, waiting for her to stop me. Waiting in vain.
I found a motion she seemed to like, two fingers in her pussy, pushing in above my cock, which was staying semi-hard. My other hand was rubbing her clit in little circles that had her whimpering. It sounded so sexy, I was going to do whatever I could to get her off.
I kept up the same steady motion, rubbing her clit, and fingering the inside of her, while my cock started to harden. It took a few minutes, but I was learning her body, enjoying the hard won knowledge. I nudged my hips back and forth, moving just a little inside of her tightness. Her hands reached back and gripped my sides, painfully, her nails digging in, and I saw her bite her lip and grunt. I could feel her pussy tensing around my fingers, as she came for me. It was beautiful, and too damn hot for words.
Yeah. I did that. I made the wild thing come for me. For once, I really felt like a man.
She turned and clung to me, kissing me, her tongue exploring my mouth. I was hard as a rock, and was almost willing to go outside and face the music, just to have enough room to fuck my lifelong friend with complete abandon.
It took some work, but I managed to bend her over, and leaning one way, then the other, positioned my legs outside of hers. It felt like I was getting a back full of splinters as I pushed against the roof and got over her, on my knees, my chest to her back.
Reaching between us blind, I pushed and probed, wringing a few giggles from her, which turned into a huge sigh when I finally found her opening and slid into her. I fucked her like it was my mission in life, plowing into her fiercely, bouncing her head off the far wall.
“Easy, D. I don’t want to go home with a concussion,” she warned.
The music from the speakers was still going, and I could hear the faint strains of Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms, setting a rhythm for me. I slowed down and found a comfortable pace, as comfortable as was possible in our predicament. It was so right, so natural to envelope her in my arms, while my thick cock, fed her insides. Before the song ended I was amazed to hear her moaning that she was going to come for me. Yes!
I fucked her through her delightful orgasm, my thighs burning and on the verge of letting me down. I wanted more, so much more, but I’d have to move before I screamed.
I pulled out, and with a lot of awkward and sometimes painful movements and contortions, including one particularly hard knee to the head that had me seeing stars, I was able to lay her on her back, her legs pulled back, shins beside her head. I leaned over her, bracing my feet against the wall behind me, and slid back into her. Bending over as far as I could, my knees embracing her hips, I fucked my beautiful friend, kissing her and mauling her sensitive titties.
I felt like Superman, pounding into her. The man of steel. I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction, but my hips had free reign, and I stroked her long and deep, on and on, like I was never going to stop.
It was epic. She shifted a few times, moving about, until she found a position that seemed less difficult, and pulled her knees down beside her tits, raising her hips to me. I tried a few different angles, as much as I could without knocking out a wall or two, settling in for the long haul when she whispered, “There, right there. Fuck me D.”
God she felt good. My cock swelled and filled her, while I plunged her depths. Wild horses couldn’t have pulled me off of her right then. After several minutes I saw the changes in her, her face flushing bright red, her legs tensing, her moans quickening, and she started to come on my cock.
Christ, she was responsive! I kept at her, steadily, fucking her hard, and her orgasm seemed to be unending. On and on it went, her eyes open wide, unseeing. She was moaning out of control, senseless sounds pouring out of her, and I put my hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet, while her pussy spasmed madly over my cock.
She squirted on me, soaking my cock and balls, and feeding my fragile ego. Fuck yeah, she was enjoying this, maybe even more than me! Just when I was afraid she’d pass out from coming so hard, she lost that glazed look and stared at me in wonder.
I grinned stupidly. “I love you too.”
I picked up the pace and fucked her harder, grabbing her shoulders and pounding her as hard and fast as I could. I was afraid I was going to bring the house down on us. It was rattling but I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. Sadly, I felt that feeling of impending release, knowing this ride was all but over. I leaned down and kissed her hard while I filled her sweet, tight pussy once more, grinding into her, draining my need into her delicious opening.
I was gasping in the stifling heat, beyond exhaustion, when I heard a chuckle from outside the playhouse. Anxiously I turned and looked and saw a face looking in each window.
“You guys can come out now, that can’t be comfortable,” I heard one of our unknown hosts say.
Embarrassed, and yet regretful, I pulled out of my old friend and new lover, and squeezed back into the corner so she could escape our confines. Elena crawled out on her hands and knees, moving tentatively. I couldn’t help myself, and I ran my fingers along her pussy and ass, as it departed from view, suddenly nervous that I might never see that incredible sight again.
I grabbed our scraps of clothing, and followed after her, ready to face the music.
Our hosts were standing before us, as naked as we were. They were probably in their late 20’s, maybe 30, and looked even better up close. The woman had curves on her curves, and big round tits that probably deserved their own zip-code. They had to be store bought, the way they stood up high and screamed for attention. The man was tall and fit, towering over all of us, with dark hair and a very shortly trimmed beard. I was almost afraid to look below his waist. They were the epitome of good looks and sexiness. Damn, this was so much better than getting caught by old man Wilson.
“Hi, I’m Denise, and that’s my playhouse you just defiled,” the woman said with a smile, holding out her hand.
We introduced ourselves, still feeling awkward, our underthings in my sweaty grasp.
“You better leave before Mom and Dad come home,” Denise said. “I don’t think they’d approve of naked strangers rutting in their yard.” She smiled, taking away any sting her words might impart. “I have to say, having you two watch us was one of the sexiest things ever. That, and seeing you in that tiny house, fucking like rabbits.”
“Sorry,” I said. “We just came over for a quick swim, and well, we hid in there so we wouldn’t get caught. I guess you know the rest.”
“God, it was hot watching you two,” Elena remarked. “Off the hook.”
“We’ll be here the whole month. Next time you feel like a swim, or whatever, just come on over. I think we could be good friends,” Denise said.