BR - In the Open Part 6

Beth’s fancy new sheets are smooth and cool underneath your nude body. You lie on your back and try to control yourself. With her back outrageously arched and her bottom in the air, she’s going down on you like she’s never done before. It’s only when you see her in action, motivated by the idea of… bothering her mother? That you’re able to see how lazy her oral has been in the past. She slurps at your cock as though she’s performing for an erotic audiobook, squeezing the base while her other hand is busy with your pussy, two fingers deep inside you, rubbing your G-spot as though she’s trying to close a program on a stubborn touchscreen.

A **** grip on her sheets with one hand and biting your knuckle almost hard enough to make it bleed is barely enough to keep things quiet. You **** and jerk, your breasts bouncing in the candlelight as she hits the right spot.

She stops and climbs up to kiss you, gently stroking your cock as you struggle for breath. There’s no point asking her if she’s sure about this. The house is as quiet as a church. For all you know, Shauna could hear Beth sucking just now. You try not to think about it. Beth looks at you mischievously, then gets down to business.

Straddling you, she pulls the crotch of her bodysuit aside and takes you inside, then leans forward and grabs your hands, pinning them. Looking you in the eye, she fucks you firmly and slowly. You can’t help but pant loudly, but that’s drowned out by the squeaking of her bed.

There’s no way Shauna isn’t hearing this. If she’s awake. Maybe she’s sleeping.

Beth throws her weight forward, banging the headboard harshly against the wall. Then she does it again. OK, Shauna cannot be sleeping. Beth’s facial expression is changing. She’s leaning in deep to get some clitoral stimulation on her strokes. Every time she does, her insides squeeze you. Maybe it’s your imagination, but she seems hotter and tighter than usual. Her grip on your wrists is almost painful.

She comes down hard and her eyes close.

“Hah!” is the noise she makes. Her breathing has gotten serious. She keeps going. “Ah!” Rather than a porn star performance, she’s fucking you ruthlessly in the way that is most pleasurable for her. You hope that Shauna appreciates that she’s getting authentic audio.

Beth abruptly lets go of your wrists and all but spins around on your cock, which is an interesting sensation on its own. Suddenly it’s reverse cowgirl, her favorite, and she’s riding you even harder.

Your hands automatically go to her hips, but you have no control over what’s happening.

“Yes!” she cries out, sounding almost tearful. The bedsprings wail, the headboard bangs, the wet slapping of flesh is downright violent, and there’s even you: groaning in agony as her pussy clenches you. With your eyes locked on her pert ass under that sexy lace, you can’t control yourself.

Somehow, she hears your pitiful gasps that she now recognizes as a precursor to you blowing your load. That, or she feels your cock contracting. She slips off, and before you can react, her dripping pussy is smooshed onto your face. She gives you her full weight and pulls your hair to make sure you get the message.

Drowning in her juices, you desperately use your mouth. Finesse isn’t really an option. With your lips wrapped around Beth’s clit, the porn cries come out naturally with several uses of the words “Yes!” and “There!”

She cums quickly, using some very salty language as her body shakes on top of you, but you get no respite. Her pussy stays right there for the duration of the orgasm. Only then does she let you up for air and plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. You get maybe five seconds of mutual panting before she’s stuffing your cock back into her pussy. With her hands on your chest, she urgently rocks her hips until you let out a cry of your own. You hope that Shauna at least cannot hear your pitiful whimpering as you flood Beth’s pussy with cum.

She takes that in with a look of profound satisfaction, and you sense that as she looks into your eyes she’s imagining some kind of triumphant staredown with her mother. Which is a little weird, but you don’t care at the moment.

She flops down beside you.

“Mmm,” she purrs, staring at the ceiling. You can’t argue with that. She turns her head to look at you. “That’s how you come out,” she whispers after a moment.

You lie there and pant.

“Get it?” she asks. “Do you get it? It’s a blue joke. Because cum.”

“I get it,” you reply.

“OK, good. Because I’m funny,” she says, snuggling up to you.

“Very funny,” you say tiredly.

“You love me,” she whispers in your ear.

You do love her. What you do not love is the idea of having to look at Shauna over breakfast tomorrow.

[ The End ]