by Rose Temper
She rested her head on his shoulder, the noise from the jets rumbling around them, relieved that he didn’t laugh at her. He put his arm around her shoulder, and her cheek was right on his muscled chest now. So close she could feel his heart beating against her face.
“Truth or dare,” she said.
“Hmm. Let’s go dare this time.”
“Oh you think you can handle that?”
He took his arm off her and looked at her. “Girl, I was doing dares before you were even born.”
“Okay, old man. Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is. Take your shorts off.”
“You want me to get naked here in the hot tub with my wife’s daughter? No way. I’ll take the five years bad luck.”
“I knew you were chicken. What are you afraid of? Got a little shrinkage?”
He laughed. “No, I’m all good there.”
“Well, take them off then. I can’t see anything anyway with all the bubbles.”
“Fine,” he said then moved to the center of the hot tub, reaching down under the water. When he brought his hand up his shorts were there and he threw them out on to the concrete, gave her a look, and sat back down next to her.
She couldn’t believe he actually did it. His cock was somewhere there under the water now. All she had to do was reach over, grab him. What would he do?
“Your turn,” he said. “Truth or dare.”
“Well, I guess I have to go dare.”
“Good. You don’t think I’m going to sit here naked all by myself like some old perv do you? Come on, take it off.”
“That’s your dare? Take off my swimsuit?”
“Don’t tell me you’re shy now. You didn’t seem to have any problem with it this afternoon when you were sunning yourself by the pool.”
Wow, he was getting ballsy now. “I’m not shy,” she said and then moved to the middle of the tub, slipped out her bottoms and tossed them to him. He snatched them out of the air and looked down at them, then back at her, still smiling slightly.
The water swirled around her bare pussy, water dripping of her breasts. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her back, undid her top and leaned forward just enough that it fell off her tits, the straps sliding down her arms.
The smile left his face as he looked at her large, bare chest. Age and gravity hadn’t even begun to take effect on her.
She sat back down next to him, so close their legs and arms touched and said, “truth or dare?”
He went to say something but nothing came out. After clearing his throat he said, “Dare.”
Miranda said, “Kiss me.”
Without any hesitation, he leaned over to her, pressed his lips against hers. She parted her mouth, letting his tongue inside to dance against hers. After a moment, slowly he pulled back away and looked into her eyes, the green glow of the light casting soft shadows over the neat contours in his face.
“Again,” she said, barely more than a whisper.
And they came together, mouths locked tight, both breathing hard. He put his strong arms around her and pulled her into his lap, then took her plump breast in his hand, squeezing it, teasing the nipple until it hardened, while he kissed her young, greedy mouth.
She reached down between her legs and found his pulsing cock–hard and way, way bigger than the highlighter–wrapped her hand around it, squeezed it gently, surprised at the girth. Her pussy twitched as she gripped him. She shifted her hips forward to him and rubbed the shaft of his cock against her bare slit, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him.
Then she was moving upward quickly out of the water, wrapping her legs tight around him as he lifted her up. He moved her naked body as if she were weightless.
Holding her, carefully he walked up the steps and out of the hot tub, still kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth, his whiskers gently scratching against the smooth skin on her face. He laid her down on the lounge chair she’d been on just that afternoon. Only now she didn’t have to settle for a mark. Now her wildest dreams were coming true.
She spread her legs, inviting him in, her pussy aching to be penetrated. The size of his dick made her wonder how she would be able to fit it inside her but she would do her best.
He looked down at her hairless sex, standing tall over her like some ancient viking king about to claim his virgin bride. His hard cock stood erect and his huge balls hung down below. Then he was on top of her kissing her neck, nibbling at it, teasing her, his body against hers.
She moaned, running her hands through his wet hair, fisting it. The smell of chlorine replaced his normal scent. Her hips pushed into him, pleading him to enter her.
He whispered in her ear. “Would you like to make love to me?”
“Mmmm. God, yes.”
Then he said, “Are you on birth control?”
She didn’t know why she said yes but once she’d said it she couldn’t take it back. Besides she didn’t want him to stop. Her dream from before came back to her vividly; the kids playing on the beach, so much happiness.
He kissed her neck and said, “We’ll go slow.”
Then the fleshy head of his dick was against her entrance, slick with desire. There was some pressure as he pressed it into her. Then the tip was inside, bigger than she’d imagined, and she breathed in deeply, taking it all in. It moved in farther now, slowly parting the walls of her virgin pussy. There was some pain as he entered; but also pleasure. So much pleasure. The two sensations so intertwined she couldn’t separate them. His cock all the way inside her now. Asking her if she was ok. Nodding. Yes. More than ok. Marveling at having the flesh of another person inside her. A man’s dick, all the way inside her. No longer a virgin.
He brought it out and thrust it in, easier this time. And again, still easier. Working into a rhythm now, his warm breath tickling at her ear. Each time he plunged into her, the tip of his cock met with the sensitive place deep inside her, igniting a spark of pleasure so powerful it was like he was closing an electrical circuit between them.
She moaned loudly, wondering if the neighbors might hear her step-dad taking her virginity in the backyard. He went faster now as little noises of pleasure escaped his mouth into her ear–the sound of him enjoying her tight cunt. She put her hand on his muscular ass, moist with sweat, pulling him into her. It rippled beneath her small hand, a hulking mass of power propelling his cock into her like a steam engine down the track. An unstoppable force.
The slick walls of her womb tightened around his dick and she screamed out in pleasure as an orgasm riveted her body, touching every piece of her. Completing her. She pulled him into her close, wanting all of him, wanting his seed.
And as if he could read her mind, he thrust into her hard and groaned, then emptied his balls into her fertile pussy, the lusty warm cum streaming into her womb.
When he finally finished he collapsed into her, nuzzling his face into her neck, his wilting cock still inside her. Their fluids mingling together, becoming one.
Neither one said anything. Neither needed to. Everything that needed to be communicated had been. They stayed in the lounge chair together for some time, watching the stars, cuddling against each other, exploring each others new exciting bodies. Finally, they dozed off as the jets in the hot tub gently babbled nearby. A deep sleep followed with dreams of beaches and caring lovers and exciting things to come.
Getting Caught By Daddy
“No, I’m grounded, I can’t leave. You know that,” Rhonda said. Talking on the phone to Buck, sitting on her bed twirling her red hair between her fingers.
“How can you be grounded,” he said. “You’re twenty years old.”
“Well, I just am okay. It’s your fault anyway. If you hadn’t dropped me off so damn late last night–“
The door flew open and her step-dad stood there scowling at her, his belly hanging out over his pants.
“Goddamnit,” she said. “Don’t you ever knock? I could have been in here naked.”
“Thi
s is my house,” he said. “I do what I want.” Still glaring.
She pulled the sheet up over her bare legs. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in her tiny shorts. He was always gawking at her, not even trying to be discreet about it. She could hardly blame him really; her mother was a cow and he couldn’t do any better. “God, I can’t wait until I move out of here.”
“You and me both,” he said. “But we know that’ll never happen because then you’d have to actually get off your ass and get a job. The only way I’m going to get rid of you is if you piss off your mom enough to get kicked out or, more likely, you trick some poor slub into knocking you up.
“Can you close the door?” she said. “I’m on the phone.”
“Oh I’m sure it’s real important. Matters of the state?”
“What do you want?”
“I’m going out,” he said. “Don’t burn the house down while I’m gone. And your mom said don’t have anybody over, you’re grounded.”
“I know, damnit.”
“And clean up this room, it’s a fucking pig sty.”
She grabbed the closest thing to her, a pink stuffed bear, and hurled it at him.
He ducked out of the way, dodging it easily and chuckled, shaking his head. “Girl, one of these days…” then left leaving the door wide open.
“God I hate him so much,” she said, into the phone.
“Who?” Buck said.
“My step-dad you dumbass. I swear, sometimes I wonder about you.”
“Yeah? What do you wonder about.”
“Nevermind,” she said rolling her eyes.
From outside her step-dad’s truck started up, the deep rumble of the motor rattling the windows.
“What are you doing right now?” she asked.
“Nothing. Playing x-box.”
“Well, my parents are gone. Why don’t you come over.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now. And bring a condom,” she said. “Hurry up, I don’t know how long they’ll be out.”
***
Buck showed up about ten minutes later. Just walked in the house without knocking and came in her room.
“Jesus,” she said. “Doesn’t anybody knock anymore. At least you hurried. Nothing motivates a man like knowing he might get laid.”
He shrugged.
“Did you park in the driveway?” she asked.
“Umm, yeah. Where else would I park?”
She shook her head and sighed. “If you get caught over here I’m probably going to get kicked out of the house. You understand?”
“So,” he said. “Should I move my car?”
“No, damnit. Just hurry up. You brought a condom didn’t you? The last thing I need is a baby daddy working as a produce stocker at Walmart.”
He dug into the pocket of his ratty jeans and pulled out a condom, gold foil wrapper, held it up for her to see, grinning like he’d found Willy Wonka’s golden ticket.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she said. “Take your clothes off.”
Buck started to strip down as she watched him. His pale skin so unbelievably white. Then he was naked standing next to her bed looking down at her, the condom in his hand and his dick already hard and ready to go. He was skinny as hell, not too bright, and his dick wasn’t even all that big but he was good for a fuck when she wanted one.
Rhonda pulled her shirt off and slipped out of her shorts and panties, spreading her legs wide on the bed, showing him her young cunt. “Lick my pussy first,” she told him.
“All right,” he said, getting down on his knees in front of the bed.
She moved over to the edge and put her feet up on his shoulders. His hair was greasy like he hadn’t washed in a week.
Buck buried his face into her cunt, lapping at her lips, probing his long skinny tongue deep into her folds.
Grabbing the back of his greasy head, pulling his face into her, she started to moan, grinding her hips down onto him.
His tongue circled her clitoris, flicking across it in rapid fire, like she’d taught him.
“Oh, fuck,” she said.
That encouraged him and he moved his tongue faster over the sensitive bundle of nerves, inserting his middle finger into her wet pussy now, pushing it in deep, all the way up to the knuckle, fucking her with it as his tongue gave her clitoris plenty of attention.
It didn’t take long and soon she was shaking and quivering, the orgasm came hard and fast, lighting up her wet pussy. Her thighs squeezed tight around his head and she moaned, “Oohhh baby,” then she was still trying to catch her breath but Buck kept going. Everything was real sensitive between her legs now and she pushed his head away.
“What?” he said looking up at her with that dumb look on his face. The ridge of his eyebrows was so prominent it made her wonder if he wasn’t some missing link to the neanderthals.
“I came,” she said.
“You did?” Smirking now like he’d just done something difficult.
“Yeah, good job. All right, I guess you want to get your dick wet.”
He didn’t say anything. Just stared down at her pussy.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” she said. “On the floor.”
“Whatever you want baby.”
“Don’t call me that, I’m not your baby. We’re just fuck buddies remember?”
“Well, what should I call you then?”
“How about my name? Miranda? You do remember my name don’t you? Do you even remember your own name?”
“Yes, it’s Buck.”
“Do you think it’s illegal to have sex with people who are mentally challenged?”
He squinted his eyes, the look he got when he was concentrating real hard. “Yeah, I think it is. My first cousin on my Daddy’s side went to prison for that.”
“God, I was kidding. That’s disgusting. Let’s hurry up and do this before that fat bastard gets home.”
“Who?”
“My step-dad.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Put that condom on,” she said.
He fumbled with the wrapper for a while and she was about to snatch it out of his hands when he finally got it open, then rolled it down over his pecker.
“Good job,” she said, climbing down off the bed. She cleared a spot out on the floor amongst all the clothes and other random crap. Her step-dad was right it was a sty. Even an asshole could be right every now and then. She got down on all fours arching her back sticking her ass out as far as she could, the carpet rough on her knees and elbows. “Ok,” she said. “Let’s see what you got.” She’d learned this was the only position she could come with him. Maybe it was the size of his dick or just his general lack of sexiness, but there was something about him taking her from behind, almost like animals, that did the trick.
He poked one of those long skinny fingers of his between her wet folds, sliding it all the way in. “Damn you’re wet.”
“Yep. Let’s go champ. We don’t have all day.” She was screwed if one of her parents came home.
He guided his cock into her and sighed once it was all the way in.
She felt a little sorry for him with how small it was. Even at this angle there wasn’t much to it. “Mmm, yeah fuck me hard with that huge dick,” she said trying to get into it.
His hands came up, gripping her protruding hip bones, and he started humping her hard, putting his weight into it, a loud smack rang out each time his thighs hit her ass.
“Mmmm. Yes. Just like that. Fuck me hard.” Her tits flopped back and forth wildly and she propped herself onto one forearm and reached down to work her clit. “Pull my hair,” she said.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked, snapping her head back, still fucking her as hard as he could.
She moaned, an orgasm starting to build while she rubbed the sensitive place above her cunt.
Then the door flew open and she was staring at her step-dad’s dirty boots. Shit.
“Surpr
ise!” Mr. Crest said, “I caught you. Oh this is rich.”
Buck stopped fucking her but didn’t pull out. “Umm. Hey Mr. Crest,” he said.
Mr. Crest just started laughing and then Buck was laughing too except his came from nerves. Miranda was the only one not laughing.
***
“You,” Mr. Crest said, “are so fucking busted. You’re definitely getting kicked out now. Wait until your Mama hears about this. Oh man this is the best day I’ve had in I don’t know how long.”
Buck was still inside her, holding on to her hips real tight, nervous nervous.
“Damnit Buck,” she said. “Get off me.”
He relaxed his grip and pulled out of her, standing up now, not sure what to do with his hands.
Mr. Crest started to laugh again. “Look at his little pecker!” Pointing at him.
Buck’s face turning red now, he looked down at his dick. It was still just as hard as ever. That was one good thing about him. He never had trouble maintaining an erection.
“Leave him alone,” she yelled. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Still on the floor but sitting now, drawing her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, trying to figure out how she could get out of this.
“I may be an asshole,” he said, “but I’m a smart asshole. Don’t you realize I set you up? I told you I was l leaving then I just parked my truck a couple blocks over and walked back, hid out in the trees across the street. And tweedle dee here shows up and parks right in the damn driveway. It couldn’t have been easier.”
“Well, bully for you,” she said. “I hope you’re happy, ruining my life.”
“Girl, you make your own decisions.”
Surely there was some way out of this mess. “Listen,” she said, standing up totally naked in front of him, her hands on her hips, letting him get a full view. Maybe that would soften him up some. Cut her a break.
He stared at her cunt, grinning, not even trying to hide it.
She continued, “You don’t like me, and I don’t like you. We both know that.”
“You got that right,” he said, looking at her pert tits.
“But,” she said, “there’s got to be some way we can work this out.”
