by Honey Harper
Within minutes I was pounding her hard, gasping, my heart racing. Bree was bucking back against me, rocking her hips in time with my thrusts, sharp little noises coming from her. Bree’s sounds were enough to get me off sometimes; there was nothing more exciting than listening to her get fucked.
I glanced up at one point and saw the mailman coming down our street, head down, looking at the parcels in his hand.
“Bree! For Christ’s sake! We’re in front of the fucking window! He’ll see us!” I pulled her down, the chair turning over as we hit the floor. Bree was laughing, crawling out from under me, pushing me down on my back.
“Of course he will see us. That’s part of the fun.” She was on top of me then, my cock back inside her wet pussy as she rode me hard. I braced my feet on the floor, thrusting up into her, her perfectly round breasts swaying in front of me. And then the doorbell rang.
We both froze. Through the frosted glass of the sidelights, I could see the shape of a man. The bell rang again and then the shape moved away. Bree relaxed first, hips rocking slowly as she began working my cock back and forth with her body.
“It was the mailman, Daddy. He rings twice and then leaves. It just means we have a package to pick up or something.” She leaned down, looking into my eyes. “You’re awfully tense today. I think you need to relax.” And then she did everything in her power to do just that, slamming her body down on my cock, her ass slapping against my thighs, until I was finally coming inside her, my cock apparently not caring who might see us. I cried out as she ground down on me, her body shaking, hips pushed forward, as she came hard, more beautiful sounds coming from her.
We managed to appear more or less ‘better’ by dinner, when the family was home, even though we looked exhausted and both of us were sporting rug burns from our adventures on the living room carpet. I caught Bree after dinner and dragged her to the basement.
“Bree, we need to be more careful. Someone’s going to see us and then it’s all over. I don’t want that and neither do you. I know you like the thrill of almost getting caught, but that’s not what I want.” She looked at me for a moment and then nodded.
“Yeah, I see your point. Okay. I’ll cool it with the public displays.” She laughed at herself. “No, really. From now on we’ll keep it under cover.” Again, she laughed. And then she pulled me hard against her body, now clad again in the thin silk robe, with nothing underneath. The family was just up the stairs, still cleaning up from dinner. But here was Bree, almost naked and ready, and I was helpless to resist.
Then I had her robe pulled up, my cock out and I fucked her standing up, backed against the wall under the stairs, pounding into her as she wrapped one long leg around my hip. I cupped my hands under her ass and held her hard, thrusting up into her wet pussy, coming in seconds, amazed that I could still pump out any kind of load. Bree bit my shoulder to muffle her sounds, but one loud grunt escaped me.
“Mark!” I heard my wife call from upstairs. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…uh, dammit. I just dropped a box on my foot.” Bree was shaking with laughter as I pulled out of her, my cock slowly softening, a dribble of creamy cum trailing from the end. I looked down; I was covered with my cum and her hot juices; we both smelled like sex. She pulled her robe tight and disappeared into the downstairs shower, apparently thinking the same thoughts I did, leaving me to head upstairs.
I managed to get to my own shower without running into my wife, slowly washing the scent of Bree off my body. The hot water from the shower stung my cock but it reminded me that it stung because of Bree.
***
We went on like this for quite a long time. Then Bree got a better job and decided to move out of the house. She’d been frustrated with me lately, more blatant in her advances, and my cautious nature made me nervous. I wanted to take our sex to a more aggressive level; we were both very interested in bondage and toys, whips and chains, as Bree called them, but that wasn’t possible at home. I couldn’t very well tie her up in bed knowing someone might find her, or us. We both agreed this was the perfect solution.
On moving day, she’d asked me to help her. Actually, the whole family had helped, but I was taking over a load of furniture, along with her bed and mattress. It was late; we’d decided this was the last load for the day and she would either spend the night at her apartment on the mattress and we’d put the bed together tomorrow, or she’d come home and spend the night in the guest room.
Both of us were eager to be alone. It had been a tense few weeks. My wife seemed to be suspicious, never quite leaving me and Bree alone. Bree said I was paranoid but I still worried. We’d managed to catch a few stolen fucks, but they were brief and didn’t include any time in our favorite place, the shower.
But my wife was tired from moving and had the other kids to feed. She finally seemed to have given up following us around. Bree and I gave each other a look and we had the last load packed in record time.
“What are you going to do to me first, Daddy?” Bree was practically fondling me in the truck, her hands all over me as I drove as fast as I could to her apartment.
“Bree, not while I’m driving.” She made a face and then proceeded to play with herself. I almost drove off the road as I watched her hand slide down the front of her jeans.
“Holy shit, Bree! You’re going to get us killed!” I laughed and she made a face.
“I’m really horny, Daddy. It’s been forever and I’m so excited to have you all to myself at my new apartment, even if my crap is all over the place.” She pulled her hand out of her pants and we made it to her apartment in one piece.
We dragged the mattress up the stairs first, of course, at Bree’s insistence. I made her help me bring up the rest of her furniture so no one would steal it. Her apartment was a bit of a dump in a crummy neighborhood. We’d laughed, saying there was enough things that needed fixing that I would have six months of excuses to spend my free time at Bree’s apartment without my wife getting suspicious.
Before I’d even set down the last box, Bree was pulling me toward her bedroom, tugging at the zipper of my jeans, pulling my shirt up and over my head. By the time we got to her room, we were both naked, my cock harder than I could imagine. I could smell Bree as she rubbed against me, hot and musky, the scent of her body the most arousing perfume I’d ever smelled.
I held her against me, kissing her, letting her tongue play in my mouth, letting her massage and stroke my cock, rub my balls while I fondled her full breasts, tweaking the hard nipples. She was almost pulling my cock off by the time I tipped her back on the bed, her legs spread, her shaved pussy already swollen, visibly wet.
“What now, Bree?” We were like kids in a candy store, everything there, almost too many options.
She sat up, pulling me by my hips toward her. She got up on her knees, balancing on the edge of the mattress, grabbing my cock. She guided it into her mouth, pulling me deep into her, her tongue seemingly everywhere, swirling over the head, wrapped around my shaft.
Bree went to work then, sucking my cock vigorously, rubbing my balls, pulling me out of her mouth occasionally to wrap her hands around my shaft. She twisted her hands, the sensation amazing as she rubbed and stroked me.
She looked at me, as I watched her hands doing her magic on my cock. “Fuck my mouth, Daddy. Use me, make me your little cock sucker.” She smiled, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue.
I didn’t hesitate; I thrust my cock into her mouth, pushing it in as she closed her lips around my shaft. I wound my fingers in her hair and held her head and then fucked mouth her as hard and fast as I could, watching my cock sliding between those beautiful lips. I looked down and saw she was rubbing her clit furiously, her hand almost a blur. She was moaning deep in her throat; I could feel the vibrations against my cock.
Bree was so good at deep throating that I came after a few minutes, my cock flooding hot spurts of creamy cum down her throat as my hips pushed forward, driving my cock into Bree’s mouth, grunt
ing loudly with each throbbing load I shot into her.
I finally pulled out of her mouth, weak kneed and gasping. I sat down on the bed next to Bree. She’d not gotten off by fingering herself and I sensed she was reaching her limit; soon she’d want to be fucked and fucked hard. Bree got cranky when she didn’t get fucked to a good orgasm and it had been a long time since we’d had a chance to do more than catch a quick standing fuck in the basement or in the car. We’d even started doing the weekly grocery shopping on occasion, so we could go back to our old parking spot, fucking hard and fast in the back seat, Bree’s skirt up around her waist, her thong pulled aside, my jeans pulled down just enough to let my throbbing cock into her wet cunt. Bree smelled like sex so strongly sometimes we got strange looks in the store. It was all I could do to keep from running my hand up her leg as we stood in the checkout line, wanting to feel that sticky wetness, knowing it was my cum mixed with her hot juices that smelled so intoxicating.
We talked quietly a moment about her apartment, where she wanted to put her furniture, when the cable would be connected, mundane topics while we caught our breath. Soon though, Bree was running her hand over my chest, flicking her nails over my nipples, making them hard. But my cock wasn’t getting hard enough, fast enough, for Bree. She was insatiable; I was feeling my age.
Finally, not seeing the reaction she wanted, she took matters into her own hands. Laying back on the bed, she started rubbing her clit slowly, eyes closed. I shifted on the bed, watching her masturbate. She had a definite rhythm, flicking her fingers over her clit, thrusting them into her wet cunt, then pulling and rubbing her clit again. She was lifting her hips off the bed, her feet braced on the mattress, her thighs tensed. She kept this up for several minutes, then opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Lick me, Daddy. Lick my little pussy.” For some reason, we rarely did this. It was something I liked to take my time with, bringing Bree to the brink over and over, tormenting her with my tongue and teeth. Time was something we rarely had though. I was surprised with her request, but excited to get down to sticking my tongue in that beautiful pussy of hers.
Bree was sprawled on her back, running her hands over her tits now, tweaking her nipples, her hips gently undulating on the bed, waiting for me. My cock was hard again after watching her session of self-exploration, but I could wait a bit while giving Bree her orgasm.
I crawled up the bed, between her soft legs, running my tongue over the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
“Mmmm, that feels good.” Bree looked down at me, smiling, as I worked my way toward her honey hole.
Smiling, I slid further, my tongue tracing the line of her slit, slowly exploring every inch of her sweet pussy. I parted the swollen edges of her cunt, running my tongue over her clit, flicking it with quick short strokes. Bree let out a long sigh, her hips moving slowly in time with my stroking tongue.
Soon though she was holding my head between her legs, pulling my hair, as I started fucking her in earnest with my tongue, thrusting it as far as I could into her body, tasting her hot juices. I worked her clit, sucking it, nibbling it with my teeth, mimicking her earlier rhythm.
Bree was moaning loudly now, her hips rolling up, pushing her pussy against my face. I knew she was close; her noises gave her away, a series of short squeaks announced an impending orgasm.
But rather than bring her off with my tongue, I thrust two fingers into her cunt, curling them inward, reaching for that sweet spot that could drive her over the edge. I continued flicking my tongue over her clit as I continued working my fingers into her.
With a few hard thrusts of my fingers, Bree was coming, juices squirting over my mouth, soaking into the mattress. Her body was bucking up on the bed, her back arching as her orgasm peaked. I sat back, watching, keeping my fingers jammed into her pussy.
She tried to push my hand away, but I kept thrusting into her, her body taking over now, still squirting her juices onto the mattress. She was moaning loudly, making incoherent noises now, tossing her head back and forth, totally consumed by the sensation of my fingers inside her.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled my fingers out, moving quickly up the bed between her legs, forcing my cock into her drenched cunt. She was in the middle of some massive orgasm and I wanted to fuck her while she came.
I felt her muscles contracting around me as I thrust into her, hard. She rolled her hips up, spreading her legs as wide as she could, her feet practically around her head. I wanted to come with her and it only took a few hard strokes before my balls contracted, filled with intense heat. I was grunting, Bree was still moaning and thrashing her head back and forth when I came.
I’d never experienced anything quite like this. As I braced my knees on the bed, my cock exploded, Bree’s pussy still contracting around me, seeming to pull me in further, milking the cum out of my cock.
My hips were thrusting erratically now, totally beyond my control. I looked down, breathing hard through my mouth, watching my cock pumping in and out of her, seeing it covered with her juices and then watching as my creamy cum began to run out of her.
Bree’s orgasm had finally run its course and my cock was still twitching when she pushed me off of her body, rolling onto her side on the bed, gasping. I collapsed beside her, my hips still twitching forward occasionally as my cock dribbled out the final drops of jizz.
“Oh, my god, Daddy.” She finally rolled over, looking at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know if it’s because we’re alone or what, but that was fucking amazing.” She cuddled up against my chest, her hand over my heart.
“You gonna have a heart attack?” She looked up at me, smiling. “I’ve never felt anyone’s heart beat that fast.”
“God, I hope not. I’d hate to have to explain why I was naked in my step-daughter’s apartment, my cock hanging out, covered in cum.” I laughed, then shuddered at the thought.
Bree had apparently recovered from her earth-shattering orgasm. She was running her hands down my stomach, coming dangerously close to my cock. I held her hand a moment.
“I need to go home, Bree.” She smiled down at me, nodding. She got off the bed, coming back with a little later with a glass of water, wearing her robe. Handing me the water, she picked up my clothes off the floor, dropping them on the bed. She held out her hand. I looked up, frowning.
“Come on.” She twitched her fingers at me. “You need a shower before you go.” I took her hand, letting her lead me to the bathroom. She’d hung the curtain earlier in the day and had clean towels ready. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and dropped her robe on the floor. We stepped in and I let the hot water pound over my neck and shoulders.
We spent a happy half hour christening the shower. I managed one last time to get hard, taking Bree from behind, fucking her slowly, letting the water flow over our tired bodies until we both came again. It was a good way to end a long day.
***
I’ve been spending as much time as possible with Bree at her apartment. I’ve changed my work hours to give me more free time in the afternoon, so we have a few hours almost every day before I need to be home. Bree greets me at the door each day in some seductive outfit. Before I had my own key, she’d open the door and put herself on display for whoever was in the hall. Now at least I can get in the apartment without the neighbors seeing her dressed like a hooker, waiting for her one and only client.
I’ve discovered I like tying Bree to the bed, taking my time as I work my way from her toes to her nose, stopping along the way to lick and suck whatever interests me. Blindfolded, she can’t tell where I’m going to touch her next. She complained at first that it was too frustrating, but I found a spider gag that keeps her from talking, and keeps her mouth open so I can run my cock over her lips and tongue.
So far, moving out has been the best thing to happen to us. We have more sex than ever, have less chance of getting caught and as long as her landlord doesn’t complain about the sky high water usage, we’r
e set for a very long time.
There is only one thing that might be cut into our play time. Bree’s younger sister,
Melissa, turns 18 in a couple weeks. She’s grown into quite a beautiful young woman. We’re planning a family pool party for her high school graduation. I’m very interested to see how much she enjoys herself after her party.
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