They had been going at it for a long time now, almost forty-five minutes. He knew that there was not pause in their fucking as she could hear everything from upstairs. The moaning and groaning coupled with the rocking of the bed, Meg never knew a guy could fuck like that.
She had to get out of there before she lost it. Seeing something like that was not something she could handle. She wanted it bad. She wanted him bad. She wanted it from him bad.
The banging was getting harder and louder. Meg thought the bed might come crashing through the ceiling and crushing her in the process. She laughed at the thought because she was sure it could happen.
"Oh, God... DAVE!" Sophie yelled from the room.
"Christ..." Meg shook her head. She was getting it good. Very good. And Meg was missing out. Listening to the moans and cries from the bedroom was driving her crazy with lust. She could only imagine what Sophie was feeling with that enormous thing stuffed between her legs, but she didn't want to imagine it. She wanted to feel it herself. She was so turned on her face was warm and her ears were buzzing. Every time one of the Sophie moaned out loud she squeezed her legs together to get that warm tingle in her crotch dampened. Her mother would probably skin her alive if she knew how much she liked to get fucked. She didn't care about that. Right now, she wanted to fuck Dave. He was a pure stud with a long slab of meat between his legs.
"FUCK!" Sophie screamed. She was definitely coming again.
"I can't take much more of this!" Meg said to herself and headed to the back door.
The cold air kissed her as she stepped out. She took in the night setting outside. She was sure there was a choir of crickets out there playing their melodies but all she could hear were the sounds of sex. Sophie's place was pretty out the way, just on the outskirts of the woods of the town. There was not a house for yards. You could hardly see the next one from here. The air was damp with what was the forewarning of rain. She figured that as there were some rain clouds present overhead on her way here.
As the moans and screams continued, she sat on a worn settee that was on the porch, lighting her cigarette. Maybe the nicotine would help her with her sexual pangs. She took in a breath and let the nicotine give her its high. It did give her some satisfaction but it was nowhere near as satisfying as coming with a thick cock pounding away in your channel.
But she was only here to watch. She had to remind herself of that continuously.
It had gone quiet for a while now, too quiet. She glanced up to the ceiling as if she could see through it and have a glimpse of the two of them. Sophie must have finally passed out from all that fucking.
Meg just remained as she was. Now, with the lack of the sounds of their lovemaking, she found it eerie. All she had been doing was listening to the sounds of the couple in the bedroom above her. It had been like being in the room next to a honeymoon suite. The sounds of the bed rocking practically shook the whole house and now it was not there anymore. But they hadn't come down yet either. She was anxious to discuss with Sophie what she experienced while she was in bed with Dave.
But knowing what was hanging in between his legs and what he could do with it made her even more anxious.
But for now, she had to settle for her cancer stick instead of Dave's flesh pole.
"Not very satisfying is it?" said Dave.
She had a repeat of the scare she had back in the kitchen.
"FUCK!" she nearly dropped her cigarette. "Don't do that!"
She found him leaning against the doorframe, grinning at her. She couldn't picture him grinning but there he was doing it. It was kind of infectious. She did not even hear any footsteps from this guy and now she saw that he was only wearing a towel. It hung from an inch under his waistline, its parting leaning toward his left thigh.
"What's Sophie doing?" she asked.
"She's sleeping," he shrugged. "I guess she's exhausted."
"Damn, dude..." she laughed and looked away but had to look back. She was completely taken in by the sculpted muscles of his body. The front of the towel around his waist was pushed out slightly. She swallowed hard. "You must have given it to her pretty good."
"Yeah... I just wanted to see if how you were doing."
"Why?"
"You looked a little uncomfortable..." he smiled.
"And you think I need your attention?" she returned his smile.
"I am hoping you do," he crossed his arms and softened his expression.
She now flashed a grin, "That depends. We might find out after a while."
"My name's actually David, if you wanted to know."
"I'm just plain Meg."
He nodded then asked, "Mind if I sit?"
"By all means, park your ass here."
He did. The settee's cushion shifted under his weight. He leaned back and Meg looked at him a bit more carefully.
"So, how do you know Sophie?" she asked.
"I came over one day to see Shannon and she wasn't here but Sophie was... so that's that."
"Shannon? Sophie's aunt? You're doing her as well?"
"Of course," the corner of his mouth twitched. "She loves getting on her back and letting me give it to her hard."
She laughed, "You get around a lot, don't you?"
"You could say that."
She laughed harder and took in a puff of her cigarette. He was quite close to her right now. She could see and smell the coat of preparation that was on his skin. She could also smell something else, the pungent odor of his semen. She knew that was emanating from two sources; his solid body and his equally solid member underneath his towel. She did not notice before but he had quite a few scars on his body, long lacerations that looked like he got into fights often. She then took notice of the tip of his penis that was lying stiffly on his lap, sticking out slightly from underneath the towel. Just seeing that little bit of it made her stir. She was raring to put her hand on it again and stuff it into her cunt.
