by Anya Aurelie
Eyes still shut, I let my fingers trail over my body, feeling my firm stomach, tracing up and over my breasts, and then venturing inside my swimsuit top to feel my nipples, hard and cold thanks to the chilly water. I squeezed my nipples and remembered how my mom’s boyfriend had done the same just days ago.
I loved being outdoors, out in the open, and knowing that no one could see me. Ed and Mom wouldn’t be home from work for several hours, and the neighbors’ houses didn’t look out over our pool, Mom had made sure of that back when she’d bought the place after her divorce.
Feeling confident that no one was watching, I moved my hand back down my body, back over my wet, goose bumped skin and into my bikini bottoms. My clit was a hard knot at the top of my pussy, cold from the water. Lower, I lightly stroked my pussy lips, which were wet too from the water but not slick, as the water had washed away my juices.
I spread my legs apart and began to push one finger inside of me, and it was as though something had popped when I spread myself open. Suddenly my finger was covered in juice and I slipped right inside of myself easily.
“Mmmm,” I murmured to myself, pushing into my G-spot and then adding a second finger. I dragged some of the moisture up from my hole over my clit, lubricating it and then drawing circles around it with the juice.
“Oh god, Chris,” I murmured, remembering his hard cock poised at my opening. If only Ed hadn’t walked in at that moment, I would’ve gotten to fuck my high school crush. Once again I felt the anger toward Ed fill my body, and then it was transformed into lust for Ed instead.
I remembered Ed standing there angry in the doorway while Chris cowered under the covers. I remembered how I’d been completely naked and with no covers left to pull over my own body. He’d looked me up and down, taken in my huge breasts and bare pussy, had seen that I was about to get fucked and then taken matters into his own hands and fucked me himself.
Well, with a little bit of prompting, I reminded myself, remembering how I’d bent over in front of him to pick up my panties, making sure he’d seen the entirety of my bare ass and pussy, how I’d encouraged him to touch my breasts, how I’d dropped to my knees and taken his cock out of his pants.
You’re baaaaaaaad, I told myself, smiling at my own naughtiness.
“Ahem!” My memories were interrupted by a stern voice only feet away from me. I yanked my hand out of my bikini bottoms and opened my eyes, blinking into the bright sun.
“Oh my god,” I said. “I didn’t know you were there.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ed asked, hands on his hips. The whole authority figure thing was so old to me, and I tried not to roll my eyes.
“I didn’t think anyone was home. Why aren’t you at work?” I demanded, smoothing my bikini into place. That’s when I noticed the bulge in his pants betraying his hard cock, and I smirked.
“I got off early today,” he said. “You need to remember that this is a shared space, and your mother and I expect you to be respectful of that fact that we live here too.”
Now I really did roll my eyes. Who did this guy think he was, trying to tell me to be respectful in the house I’d grown up in, when he was the one who’d so rudely interrupted my nice life with my mom?
“Whatever,” I mumbled, getting up from the steps and heading toward the back door. Ed grabbed my wrist and held me back.
“Don’t you whatever me,” he said. “As your mother’s partner, I think I deserve a little respect.” I could tell that he wanted me, and I wondered whether he was just lecturing me to incite me to fuck him again.
Well, it wasn’t going to work this time. He’d had his fun watching me touch myself, and now I was going to leave him with his big boner, and he could take care of it himself. No way was I going to let him inside of me when there was no chance of Mom catching us.
I pulled out of his grasp and headed upstairs, locking my bedroom door behind me.
A moment later, I heard Ed’s footsteps on the stairs. “Mia,” he called out, and then the doorknob rattled as he tried to get into my room.
“Go away,” I called. “You’re not my dad.”
Ha. I smiled, knowing I was driving him crazy. Oh, he wanted me bad. And I was enjoying teasing him. Maybe, I thought, the trick to getting caught was making him so desperate to fuck me again that he’d take stupid risks.
Yes, that was it, I decided. I’d tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore, then give in when we were sure to get caught.
Chris still hadn’t responded to my text, and soon Ed gave up and continued down the hall — probably to drain his balls in Mom’s bedroom, I thought. Soon I drifted off into a peaceful sleep and dreamt of fucking him raw.
Every day after that, I made sure to be in my bikini down at the pool around the time Ed got home. He always seemed to arrive thirty minutes to an hour before my mom, which gave me plenty of time to parade around half-naked in front of him, getting him nice and worked up, before changing into full-coverage clothes in time to greet her.
I must’ve done that for a week and a half, avoiding the pool all day on Saturday and Sunday when they were both home.
But the next Saturday, I decided it was time to strike. Mom always ran errands on Saturday afternoons, and as soon as I heard her car pulling out of the driveway I jumped into my bikini and ran downstairs, making sure my breasts were bouncing as I passed Ed reading the paper in the kitchen.
Sure enough, not even five minutes later he was outside. He’d brought the paper with him and sat at the outdoor table on the patio. “Beautiful day,” he commented. “Might as well enjoy the sunshine.” And he glared at my bikini.
I just smiled. He was so transparent it was pathetic, masking his lust for me in disapproval. I swam a few laps and then got out of the pool and lay next to it, soaking in the sun. I closed my eyes and pretended I had no idea he was watching me.
Then I propped myself up on one elbow and reached behind me, tugging at the string of my bikini top until the top crumpled beside me and my breasts bounced free.
“Now wait a minute,” his irritating, authoritative voice said. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I stared straight at him and pulled at the string on one side of my bikini bottoms, then pulled the fabric down my legs and off of me. “Sunbathing,” I said. “I don’t want tan lines.”
“Absolutely inappropriate,” he said.
“I’m not the one watching your girlfriend’s nineteen-year-old daughter get naked by the pool,” I retorted. “And you think I’m inappropriate?”
“I am not watching you. I’m reading the paper.”
I laughed out loud. “Oh, I know you want me again,” I said. “I know you remember how good it felt to push into me and pop my virgin cherry. You liked fucking your girlfriend’s daughter, didn’t you?”
“You have a dirty mouth, young lady,” he said sternly.
“And you have a dirty cock that does very dirty things. I bet you’d love to get back inside of me, wouldn’t you?”
He was getting flustered, which was a good sign. And though the newspaper was covering his pants, I knew he must have a massive erection.
“You’d love to spread me open and fuck me raw, wouldn’t you?” I continued. “You’d love to empty your load deep inside my practically virgin cunt.”
Ed’s face was turning red. I stood up then and walked slowly toward him, swinging my hips and letting my naked breasts jiggle. He set the paper down.
“Tell me you don’t want this body again,” I said. “Tell me you don’t love that you’re the only man on earth who’s ever been inside of my tight little nineteen-year-old pussy.”
I lifted one leg and set my foot down on the table in front of him, exposing my bare pussy to him. I began rubbing it in front of him, squeezing my breasts together as I did, and his eyes drifted down to watch. He licked his lips and swallowed.
“Touch it,” I whispered. “You know you want to.”
“I can’t,” he said, gl
ancing back toward the house as though Mom was about to appear. I knew it was too soon for that, and I was glad. I needed to time it so that she’d find us right in the middle of sex, not when I was showing him my pussy. She needed to assume he was the instigator, not me.
And it worked. A moment later, Ed reached out a timid finger and rubbed my glistening pussy. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, and I smiled.
“I knew you wanted me.”
Now that the dam had been broken, he reached up and grabbed my breasts too, squeezing them hard and pushing them together.
“That’s right,” I murmured.
With his other hand, he pushed a finger inside my pussy, and I moaned seductively, then reached into his lap to rub the outline of his firm cock through his pants. His breathing got shallower and faster. I unzipped his pants, popped open the button at the top, and worked his cock through the opening in his boxers.
Then, while he still had his finger deep inside of me, rubbing at my slippery tunnel, I leaned over and licked up from the base of his cock to its head, staring up at him. Then I took the thing into my mouth and sucked it. Once it was lubed up, I rubbed my tits all over it, then stood up again, one leg still up on the table, and shoved my wet breasts into his face.
His eager tongue took my nipples into his mouth, and he went back and forth between them, massaging one breast with his hand and the other with his mouth, while still pushing in and out of me with the fingers of his other hand.
I was ashamed to admit how turned on I was, though I was also too horny to care.
“Get your clothes off,” I told him.
“Your mom will be back soon,” he said, sounding worried.
“She’ll be gone for a while,” I assured him. “She told me she had to go to the bank, and you know how long that always takes. On a Saturday?” It was a complete lie, but he bought it. I pulled my cunt off of his finger and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped off his pants and boxers.
Then, seemingly as an afterthought, he said, “Wouldn’t you rather go inside?”
No, I thought. Inside we’ll have warning when she comes home. We’ll have time to put our clothes back on. Out here she’ll see us out the window the moment she walks into the kitchen.
“No, I want you to skinny dip with me,” I said.
“No way,” he said firmly, but I backed up, making a come-hither gesture as I did so, and then sinking down into the water on the steps. Reluctantly, Ed followed, stepping gingerly into the cold water one step at a time.
“It’s so cold,” he protested crossly.
“Then I’d better warm you up,” I said, and glided over to him, pressing my body against his. He sat down on the third step, submerged up to his chest, and I climbed into his lap.
I grabbed his cock under the water, and kissed him there on the stairs while running my fingers lazily up and down the length of him. His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them and then watching them jiggle.
“Let me lick you,” he said, which wasn’t something he’d done for me the previous times we’d fucked. Maybe the selfish bastard was getting more generous? I lay back against the steps as I’d done the day he’d caught me masturbating in the pool, my pussy half-submerged in the water, and Ed positioned himself in front of me and leaned in.
He licked up and down my pussy, in and out of the water, and the combined sensations of the water and his tongue were incredible. I stared up into the bright blue sky and felt like I could explode instantly, but I tried my best to hold back.
Then he pushed one finger back inside of me and continued licking, pushing into me from the inside while rubbing me with his rough tongue on the outside. I grabbed at my own breasts and felt my breathing getting shallower, and I could tell that an amazing orgasm was coming.
I resisted giving into it, instead letting the feeling build up for as long as I could stand it. Part of me didn’t want to give Ed the pleasure of knowing that he’d given me an orgasm, but another part of didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted to come.
I leaned back further and arched my back, grabbed his head and pushing it further onto my pussy, pressing his face into me.
“Oh,” I moaned, as the first twinges of orgasm began in my clit.
The pleasure built, and Ed backed off just enough to keep it from overflowing too fast, prolonging the pleasure into second upon second of near-agony in the best possible way.
“Oh god,” I groaned as my pussy twinged again, harder this time, and then it began pounding as the blood pulsed through my cunt. I could feel myself squeezing his finger inside of me with powerful throbs, and I began moaning and crying out with the intensity of it.
I looked down at my mom’s boyfriend between my legs and watched him as my orgasm pulsed on his tongue and in his fingers, wondering whether he’d get a chance to come too before we got discovered, or if he’d be left with blue balls. For a split second, I almost felt sorry for the guy.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ed pulled slowly out of my tightened cunt, then climbed on top of me straight away and began pushing his thick cock inside of me. There was resistance because of the water, but I was still plenty wet on the inside, and after a few pushes he managed to squeeze inside.
“Your cock feels so big,” I told him, and he beamed in pride, then began moving on top of me. He anchored his knees on either side of my body, pressing his chest into my tits and kissing me hard. One hand held him up while the other explored my chest and then moved up over my neck and back down over my side and stomach.
“Fuck, Mia, you’re so hot,” he moaned, and I smiled.
“I knew you wanted me,” I said. “I knew you wanted me from the moment I first met you.”
“That’s not fair,” he grunted. “You threw yourself at me. I couldn’t resist.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” I snorted, then remembered I was supposed to be nice to him. Where was Mom? I wondered. We must’ve been out here for over twenty minutes now, and if he came one more time without us getting caught I was going to scream. As horny as I was for him, I did not want to have to fuck him one more time.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I said, thinking that that was the best position to get caught in. It would make it look like he was the pursuer and I was just taking what he was giving me. It would also give Mom the most graphic view possible and ensure that she’d never forgive him.
He eagerly pulled out of me and let me rearrange myself on the steps, my ass just out of the water and body resting below its surface, then he stood behind me on the pool floor and leaned toward my body. He rubbed the outline of my asshole with his finger before spreading me wide open and pushing his cock into my wet pussy.
With every thrust I was pushed forward, though more gently than on land, almost like in a waterbed. My breasts bounced back and forth, and I glanced as surreptitiously as possible toward the kitchen, listening hard for sounds of Mom returning.
“You like taking my cunt as your own, don’t you?” I asked, looking back at him and batting my eyes.
“I love it,” he groaned. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.” Ed began breathing heavier, almost panting, and I started cursing to myself that we were not going to get caught for the third time in a row. This was the absolute worst, I thought.
Ed thrust into me hard and deeper now, the sound of our slick, wet bodies clapping into each other ringing out throughout the backyard.
“I think I’m about to —” he started, and at that very moment the back door was thrown open, and Mom appeared.