Breaking Something

I couldn’t believe what Roger said as I started taking my clothes off. “But Mary, where are we to put our clothes?” I couldn’t understand how Roger couldn’t figure that out for himself, I mean it was super simple in my mind.

“How about on the floor for now! That is unless you have a plan to fold them and take them downstairs to our rooms!”

Roger looked like he was actually considering that until he saw me take off my bra and panties, then the only thing he could think of was stuffing my pussy with his hard cock. It was hard to say who got on the bed faster, Roger or myself but I do know who was the first one to be laying down on their back with legs open.

Roger didn’t hesitate to get between my legs and start orally pleasuring my pussy. Licking all around my slit before slowly penetrating my slit with the tip of his tongue and a finger. I can’t remember when Roger or for that fact any guy between my legs rubbing my clit in an infinity pattern. I was wetter than ever and demanded Roger to fuck my pussy.

Roger looked up but ignored me, continuing to lick and finger me pussy, until I lifted my hips and flexed my crotch hard against his lips and hand. That was the first indication that something was happening. Finally Roger moved up my body and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my slit and slowly sheathed it into my pussy.

“OHGODYESROGERFUCKMYPUSSY!”

As usually Roger fucked me slow, building both his speed and depth while fucking me into submission. Then Roger started to raise his hip and drive his cock into my wet pussy. A cracking sound came but we both ignored it and just concentrated on fucking each other.

Roger pulled his cock almost completely out of my pussy only to ram it back in as deep as possible, making me scream how I loved it when the bed started to sink. At first I thought that we broke the wooden frame, so we kept fucking coming to a climax that sent both ends of the bed onto the floor with a jolt.

With cum dripping from my pussy I got up and found the bed that was about a foot off the floor was directly on it. There was not even a hint of space between the frame and the floor. Roger was up, pulling the messy bedding up and exclaimed “Oh Christ the legs of the bed are missing!”

”What do you mean missing?” Looking for myself. “Where have they gone?”

A look came into Rogers eyes, then he dashed for the stairs going down them in two bounds. From the opening to the attic I heard Rogers say something which was drowned out by Mom’s scream.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS STICKING OUT OF THE CEILING?”