I think that sex can become addictive without you knowing it. During our holiday I'd had plenty of sex and even more when I got home. I never consciously thought about going looking for it, it seemed to find me, and I never once resisted. Why should I? Sex with someone new was exciting, sex with someone you had done it with before could be comforting and relaxing. There really didn't seem to be a downside. So it proved when I managed to have sex with someone that was both new and familiar. It wasn't planned, it just happened.
I said that Steve, mum's boyfriend, had just about moved in didn't I? Well, after he saw me dishevelled after the first time in the back of the car with Olly's dad, he seemed to take a keen interest in me, I just put it down to the obvious thing of being the young daughter of his girlfriend. He was 45, mum 41 and I was 18. Mum is quite small and petite, and I took after my dad being bigger and curvier. I was quite flattered that he was trying to catch a glimpse of my boobs or legs but didn't think it was any more than that, I thought he probably looked at all the girls my age that way.
I did have the naughty thought that perhaps he might have been thinking about me when he was fucking mum, I know they were at it soon after they went to bed on the night he's seen me red faced with my nipples poking out after Olly's dad had fucked me because I'd heard him grunting and mum groaning as I crept past their room on the way to the toilet.
I teased him a little, not too much, just enough to keep him looking, trying to see a little more. It was just a little game and to be honest it turned me on. Sometimes I'd wear a robe after a shower, sometimes just a towel. Around the house I'd wear either my pyjamas or a tracksuit and a tee shirt, something like that. I never wore a bra unless I was on my way out, so he had plenty to look at as my firm boobs pushed my nipples tight against anything I was wearing. There were a few times when I thought my undie draw was not quite as I'd left it, and as he worked from home quite a bit I assumed he'd been having a rummage through. I didn't mind, again it was quite flattering in a way. I could have told mum, but they seemed happy so why spoil it? She might have been annoyed but then I suppose he might have been annoyed if he'd known that she was fucked twice a day for a week when she was on holiday in Egypt!
As we got to autumn the weather remined pretty good with a few surprisingly warm evenings. It was on one of those that I did something I never would have thought possible until it happened. I said that Steve had pretty much moved in so when mum was asked to do some night shifts she agreed, knowing that Steve would be there to look after me if anything happened. He was a keen cyclist and one evening he came back from his ride around the same time I got in. Mum was already out so it was just the two of us. We chatted about tea and the telly as he did some stretching. I'd seen him in his lycra plenty of times but somehow tonight he looked better.
It was probably the tan and the light sheen of sweat, his neat beard now almost white from being in the sun, but somehow he looked fit in every sense. That the tight shorts accentuated the bulge between his legs was certainly a part of his appeal though!
I was glad when he left to have a shower as I was starting to stare. He was soon back in the kitchen with me though in a pair of shorts and a nicely fitted t-shirt. His legs had always fascinated me as he shaved them, and they showed the scars from when he had crashed over the years. They were slim but nicely muscled and he had a tight bum too. For the first time I thought 'lucky mum' and then remembered the groans I could hear when he fucked her. That was it. My nipples began to stiffen, and I could feel the throb in my clit and could feel the heat rising within me. My god, this was mum's boyfriend I was thinking about!
I said it was my turn for the shower and made a dash for it. I stood under the cool water hoping it would calm me down and it did until I poured shower gel into my hands and began to rub it over my body. Well, by over my body I really mean between my legs. I soon had a soapy, soggy mess going on and was tempted to make myself cum but I was worried that he would hear. With trembling self -control I managed to rinse myself and then gently pat myself dry. I hadn't any clean clothes with me and it seemed too hot to put on a bath robe, so I just wound the bath towel around me. It wasn't the biggest towel so it only covered my nipples and just about my pubes, but I was only going to my bedroom so I thought it would be ok.
As soon as he heard the door open he called me into the kitchen. His excuse was to ask something about the food but the way his eyes devoured me I knew he had another appetite to satisfy. The bulge in his little running shorts was even bigger than it had been in his cycling shorts and we started talking, his eyes on my cleavage, my eyes between his legs staring at the ever growing swelling. I was thinking how wrong this was, that I needed to get into my room, cover up and calm down when he walked over towards me so that he could reach something from the shelf behind me. It was like we were two magnets. You know how they force each other apart when they are placed straight on? Then when the angle changes they lock together in an instant? It was like that. I moved a little and suddenly his mouth was over mine kissing me powerfully, his hands were all over me, it was breathless and thrilling, there was a roaring noise in my ears and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was having a heart attack.
We broke apart, both breathless. Somehow my towel was still around me although his hand was inside it stroking my bum. He looked me in the eyes and said
"You know what happens to girls that tease don't you Emma? They eventually run out of places to hide."
With that he scooped me up into his arms and carried me out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into my bedroom before dropping me onto my bed. The towel fell off me and he stood looking at my naked body for the first time. It was obvious what was about to happen, but I had a moment of panic as I remembered that the horny guy taking off his shirt was Steve, mum's boyfriend. I soon forgot all about that when he pushed his shorts down and his cock sprang up. OMG! Talk about a stick of Blackpool rock! It was long and thick and had a gnarled, well used look that made me lick my lips. No wonder mum had a smile on her face some mornings if he'd been hammering her with that all night!
He smiled as he saw me looking at it and gave it a few slow rubs to get it to full size. My pussy started a fluttering and my clit was throbbing uncontrollably as I anticipated having him inside me, without thinking my hand slipped down between my legs, two fingers spreading the wet lips of my pussy apart as I rubbed my juices over my clit. He watched, stroking his cock as I spread my legs wider as his cock grew bigger. I thought that like most men he would make a bee line for my tits, but he didn't. Instead he got down between my legs and for the first time ever I felt the tickle and scratch of a beard between my thighs as his tongue quickly flicked and swirled around my pussy before settling to a perfect rhythm, one that seemed to have me on the edge of orgasm almost instantly.
As I gasped and squirmed he slowed down, keeping me hovering on the edge, my hands gripping his head as I desperately tried to cross the line into extasy. Eventually he relented and with a few deft flicks of his tongue I came, my legs shaking uncontrollably and my breath a loud rasp. As I recovered my breath his next move was obvious, he began to move his body up mine, his tongue and mouth licking and kissing my flesh as it did so. He paused as he reached my tits and began sucking and biting each nipple in turn. He moved his hips so that his big knob was just touching my pussy, the gentle pressure making me aware that it would soon force its way in. I rolled my hips from side to side and bucked my hips towards his cock, but he had me pinned down, his hands by now on my tits, squeezing them upwards towards his mouth. His knob rubbed over my clit, dragged up and down my wet lips, even went lower and prober around my bum but it would not go in despite my wriggling and squirming.
He eventually broke off from my aching nipples and looked me in the eye before saying
"How do you like being teased Emma? How do you like it when you want something, but it's denied you? I have wanted you from the first day I saw you, wanted you like this, wanted to do this to you. I like your mum a lot but every time I fuck her I'm thinking about you. I have stayed with her because I knew that one day this would happen."
