My mom asks me about him; I feel I’m blushing hearing his name from her.
Ummm, he’s not that… bad.
I think he’s making some real progress. He was a bit rough when he came, but now he’s a lot more… just, mellow. Put the kid in a peaceful environment …and he’s a different person. She seems happy that our hearth and home can do miracles. I’m a terrible person…
Uhuh. I guess. Hope I’m helpful. I say, hiding embarrassment.
Of course you are! And how much you two are bonding now!
Yes! I say, nodding, trying to sound enthusiastic, “um, we did. It was only a matter of finding some common ground, I think. Turns out there’s some.”
Finally my parents go for a walk, it won’t be long before they’ll be back, but I feel like risk!. The door closes; the magazine aside and in no time I’m getting him out of his room with no word, just take him by the hand and guide; I walk proudly, he chuckles stupidly behind me, of course, feeling my ass. I don’t even take off my clothes. He pulls off my jeans and panties to my knees; I land on the bed and momentarily flip to the doggy-style position. He starts fucking me. Fast, right from the beginning. Oh, yeah, that’s what I need!
At some point, I say to him to shove it into my throat. He goes around with his big cock glistening from my juice. I suck him for a moment, then turn around on my back and raise up my legs —tethered with jeans. He grabs me by the legs and fucks my pussy again. He massages it so well with his cock, I can feel exactly how the wide head of it is moving up and down in there, every half-inch is a flood of pleasure. I start panting. Meanwhile he fucks me, I pull up my blouse to show him my nicely bouncing tits.
He finishes in my pussy; I feel his cum inside; he takes it out while still shooting, the last drops fall on my stomach.
I’m wiping it off when I hear the front door opening. They’re back. I hop out of the bed and pull my panties and jeans up.
I leave the window open to get rid of my intense pussy smell and all other fuck fumes. Is everything cleaned up? I spray some deodorant in the air. I’m really getting paranoid someone’s going to smell it and connect the dots.
We’re coming down. I look at myself in the mirror in the hall, redo my hair and quickly touch up the straps of my tank top, smooth it down, nicely. Deep breath. Huh. My parents come out of the kitchen.
Hi! So! How was your jogging? I say; it sounds a bit like yelling in my head. Every muscle of my face wants to betray me at this moment…
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It’s the seventh day of his stay and I just cannot wait to fuck him. I woke up wet today. The thought of his leaving, depriving me of his hefty cock, makes me regret. Regret I didn’t start fucking him the first day! Damn, I really should’ve….
Today, as always, we cannot get rid of my parents easily; my father works in his study and mom runs all her business wireless from the garden, and as always they have time for a break that they spend with their daughter and our guest. That doesn’t stop Dirk from caressing my tits or sticking his hand in my pants whenever we are alone; but fucking, a good one, is off the table for now. Dirk’s touch on my ass or tits only aggravates my appetite. Need to be patient, maybe they’ll leave soon somewhere, just for an hour, one hour; usually, they do go somewhere. I would like to have the house to myself just for one day to do it right.
For now, I need to exercise; that should help me while I wait. Even an idea about getting to his room after they go to sleep comes to my mind, but that wouldn’t be enough either. Not to mention insanely risky.
Dirk decides to work out with me; for spite I guess; he wants to fuck too, maybe even more than I do, but seeing my fierce expression on the treadmill gives him some kind of malicious pleasure. He’s on the multi-gym working out his core. We spend maybe 40 minutes like this, sweating and staring at each other, mostly in silence.
Then mom leans in through the door with that characteristic sweet smile she puts on when she has something good to say. A hope! A fucking hope!
Hi, kids. Are you having a good time? We need to drive to the mall, you wanna go with us? We can wait if you want. We look at each other. That’s it. Yes, yes! Keep calm.
Nnn-nooo, We say, not exactly harmonically.
We have to finish working out, I add, “It could take a while. Better go without us.”
She looks at us; at first, as if she’s surprised, but also delighted, with how close we’ve gotten.
Okay. And what do you two say about watching a movie with us later, we could bring some take-out, Thai, maybe?
Oh, that’s a good idea! Definitely! I almost holler, hope it isn’t too much.
Great! See you later! Mom closes the door.
She closes the door. That means we have at least half an hour. I speed up on the treadmill, focusing only on my muscles working, they burn; my body covers itself in sweat; from time to time I glimpse at Dirk’s growing, growing leer.
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