I listened to the footsteps on the floor above me slowly die, drowned out as the doors closed, and sat in quiet astonishment recalling the moments that had just passed.
Only a matter of five minutes ago I had been lying down and fed a big, thick cock, not to mention the copious amounts of cum, "some of which was still on my chin." I thought to myself, licking it off my finger and finding myself caught in the moment once again.
My hand was unconsciously rubbing my thigh, slowly moving over the steely lump in my panties, and I closed my eyes. Leaning back against the cushions I slowly pulled my little cock free, stroking it gently and licking my lips. I could taste him on my lips, salty, a musky scent floating on the air. I moaned and my eyes shot open. My breath was ragged and hand stopped abruptly holding my aching cock. I couldn't believe I was thinking what I was thinking, but I needed more.
I took a moment to catch my breath as I sat there in the darkness, my mind creating feverish images and thoughts that made me shiver in all the best ways. It may have been a mistake, which led to these thoughts, but I can promise you my mind was reeling with the consequences and loving every minute.
Setting myself, I stood up. My legs were shaking, like the rest of me, but I managed to stay erect, in both senses. The anticipation of what my mind had in store was too strong to distract me, or allow me to back down, not now, the alcohol coursing through my body served only to fill me with the confidence I felt I needed as I took my first steps out of the living room.
Still wearing my heels, I tiptoed over the wooden floored hall to the foot of the stairs. Catching myself in the mirror, I smiled, looking at the lipstick smeared over my cheek and the way my short blond hair was ruffled. I gazed up the stairs, careful to check for any movement then paused. Turning back to the mirror, I pulled the shiny silver tube from my pocket and popped the lid. Drawing it out and pouting like a professional I addressed my lips and reapplied an extra coat, "why not?" I thought to myself. Reaching under my skirt, I slipped my cock back into my panties and turned to face the stairs once more.
As I reached the top of the stairs I quietly crept forward, knowing full well which floorboards creaked and which didn't, I was able to navigate my way around them quite well. I could hear giggling from Tom's room and smiled to myself with the thought of what they might have been doing. More importantly, what I was hoping I could be getting up to in a moment or two.
Padding lightly passed Tom's door and his Sister's, I reached my destination. Luckily, the door was not on the latch, so with a shaking hand I reached out and gave it a gentle nudge. The carpet made a noise as the door opened, a noise louder than any I had ever heard, at least that was how it seemed. With enough room, I slipped inside and pushed the door back in place, and there I stood at the foot of a large king-sized bed, one lone figure outlined under the sheets, breathing softly.
My heart was racing as I took that first step towards the bed. I had to clamp both my hands to my sides as the shivers ran the entire length of my body. Standing there, looking down on Mr Roberts as he lay there sleeping, I suddenly began to rethink the whole situation. I needed to turn around and leave. I needed to stop this foolishness and run, just keep running for all I was worth. My brain, however, didn't see it that way, and my cock certainly didn't object.
Standing there with all those thoughts streaking through my mind, my hands slowly slipped downwards and pressed against my thighs I drew them up, over the stocking tops, up underneath my skirt, raising higher and higher until my panties were in full view of the dimly lit room. Taking a deep breath I pulled the strings on each side and the knots fell apart, the soft cotton fabric falling away from my body to the floor. My cock fell free, painfully erect, waving in the dark. I felt a rush, standing, exposed as I was in front of my friend's father, although asleep it was still the riskiest thing I'd ever done in my eighteen years.
I let my skirt fall back down, covered to the world again, except for the lewd lump in the front. I glanced down and saw my impractical strappy heels, my mind was too pre-occupied to have thought about removing them, now wasn't the time, I would have to continue with them on, perhaps he'd like that.
Mr Roberts was facing me, lying a few feet into the centre leaving enough room for a little one to squeeze in. After all, I was only five-foot-seven I would fit perfectly. I smiled to myself nervously as I edged closer and reached for the corner of the sheet. Peeling it back slowly I could see Mr Roberts' broad, hairy chest. It wasn't a thick, coarse hair, just a nice, soft dappling of fur that accentuated his large pecs and solid abs. I didn't dare to stand there too long for fear of waking him, so I slinked, as delicately as I could managed, onto the edge of the bed, lying down with my back to him, and in a quick swish, pulled the sheet over myself as I curled my feet slowly underneath.
Every creak of the bed and movement I made seemed to scream aloud in the darkness. My heart was beating in my throat, and my mouth was terribly dry. I lay there, frozen in place as I focused on the breathing behind me. His soft, rhythmic breathing was undisturbed by the introduction of me to his bed.
I had my eyes closed ever since I sat down on the spring mattress, and it took all the strength I could muster to open them again. My breathing had slowed somewhat, but my heart was still racing. What would he think? Would he freak out? Would he beat me? Everyone would find out about this, I'd be the laughing stock of school and all my friends would disown me if it came to that. What was I thinking? All these questions raced through my head, as I lay there motionless. Then, in a breathless moment of panic, any thought of backing out evaporated.
As I lay there, stock still, I felt the mattress dip with movement from behind me. That's when I felt a soft gentle hand fall around my waist, over the covers. It didn't move; just lay there, its warm weight pressing against me. My whole body shook with electricity that I had only known once before. About twenty minutes ago in fact, with a thick pulsing cock erupting cum into my mouth. I took my time, waiting for any more movement from the man lying behind me. Nothing came so I steadied myself for the next act of my crazy play.
Slowly I wiggled my hips, creeping backwards. The warmth of the man behind me grew, as I neared his large frame. My heart was racing, then skipped a beat and fell silent in my chest. There was a soft crinkled noise drifting up from beneath the sheets. It was the sound of my polyester nurse's uniform pressed against something unknown. Though I knew what it was, I could feel the impending bulk of it hovering close to my backside. I knew that everything could go horribly wrong from this moment on. "I could blame the drink!" I thought to myself, I didn't know how well that would work but it was the only convincing I needed. With a deep breath, I eased myself back the final few inches.
My whole body trembled as I felt the large, bulbous lump press against my soft cheeks of my ass. The coarse linen of his boxers grazed my thighs and sent a wave of shivers through me once more, and I heard a soft moan over my shoulder and I felt the hand gently squeeze my waist. Lying there feeling his hand squeeze me and his covered cock pressed between my cheeks, I was in heaven, earlier that night I had been trying to score with all the hot babes at the party, now I was lying in bed with my friend's father pressed against me, after already having milked his cock with my mouth. At that moment, I truly didn't know what I was going to do now. I had the idea in my head, but now, immersed in the situation I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there, softly rubbing my butt against the large lump behind me.
I'm not sure how long I lay there loving the sensation of his boxers rubbing my thighs and his large cock pressed against me, but as time passed, I became bolder and the misty fog of thought cleared in my head.
Slowly I reached behind me and slid it down between the sleeping Mr Roberts and myself. Arching my back, I gently let my hand cup his boxer-covered cock. My heart burst into life again, racing in my chest as the warmth flooded my body. Again, I heard the unmistakable sound of a moan over my shoulder, and again I wondered to myself. I tried my best to slow my breathing as I cradled his large cock and prepared myself. Pulling my hand away slowly I felt around for the tiny buttons of his fly. Finding the first, I teased it softly through the gap and let it fall open. Repeating it with the second, his boxers flew open against the size of what they strained to hold back, and almost immediately, his cock was in my palm.
Nervously, I felt the girth of his huge prick with my thumb and index finger as I tried to circle them around him. Pulling gently, he wouldn't come free, so with a little extra tug he untangled himself and fell free, his hot cockhead slapping against my naked thigh. Nothing moved for what seemed like the longest time. Moving as slowly as I could manage I lifted my leg, and quietly eased the thick cock between my thighs and up against the underside of my butt. Then with a low, drawn out sigh, I pulled my hand away and lowered my leg. The feel of the hot, thick cock between my thighs took over all other things, and regardless of nerves, my body knew this was worth it.
My breathing became more staggered with every gasp and I could feel him growing harder between my legs. I couldn't help but start to move my hips back and forth, fucking his large cock between my hairless thighs. I could feel his large head nudging my balls with every gentle thrust. The hand squeezed me again and a low groan rumbled from behind me.
The hand began to squeeze in time with each thrust and as I slowed my movements, scared that Mr Roberts was about to wake, I noticed that the thrusts were now not controlled by me. Whether he had awoken to find his cock between my thighs or not he was now slowly fucking me.
The temperature had risen in the room as I lay there being fucked in this manner. His shaft was slick with sweat from between my stocking-clad thighs, sliding effortlessly with every nudge he gave me. The moans grew with every thrust. His hand had broken into one long squeeze after another, almost hurting, but somehow comforting at the same time. I just lay my head on the pillow, closed my eyes and let my hand drift down to my own cock, slick with my own pre-cum pouring from me.
As much as I enjoyed the feeling of my cock, throbbing in my hand, I wanted more. I arched my back once more, and slipped my hand between us, not caring about being as delicate as before, I gripped his cock as he continued to buck his hips against me. Easing forward a little, I felt the sweat drenched cock slide up between my cheeks easily, and the very next thrust caused it to slip through my palm and press against my virgin hole, this time greeted with a guttural groan from behind me, the hand squeezing tightly without relenting.
