AR - You did promise

So Kayla’s dating Ellen’s adopted kid. You think that you vaguely remember him from school, but like Kayla, he was a grade or two behind you. You never knew anything about his family.

Well, family doesn’t mean everything. You don’t love Ellen’s politics, but she’s probably a perfectly good mother, and there’s no reason to think Darren isn’t cool. He’s definitely cute, so he’s got that going for him. He and Kayla would have cute babies. You hope Kayla’s on birth control. She must be.

That’s about as far as you get thinking about it. You’re barely back to the apartment with Adella before she’s hugging you from behind and giving you vampire kisses on your neck. Her naked thirst makes you laugh, and you let her lead you to the bathroom, where she takes off your clothes.

You should’ve figured that this was what she had in mind… all the clues were there, but you were worried about Kayla. Doesn’t matter. You told her that she could do whatever she wanted.

So you bite your lip and whimper, your palms pressed against the wet tiles of her shower wall as she kneels behind you, spreading your buttocks wide with her hands and shoving her tongue into your ass. Your cock aches and jumps as your legs wobble.

Adella squeezes and kneads your ass cheeks and you ****, spraying cum all over the wall. You’re about to sink to your knees to recover, but she’s pulling you out of the shower. In seconds you’re dripping wet on the bed, lying on your side with Adella behind you. She holds your body tight against her, gripping one of your breasts like her life depends on it as she pushes into you. The lube bottle thumps to the floor and rolls away as Adella grunts and starts to thrust.

Your cock has forgotten all about that orgasm just now. Rock hard, it bumps and wobbles against the sheets as Adella fucks your ass. Every time she pushes in, you tighten up, but her huge cock is there, rock hard… the forbidden strangeness of it sends weird feelings shooting through your whole body. Your cock keeps twitching involuntarily, as though someone’s shocking it with electricity. Your legs give little jerks, and the panting noises you make sound like sobs.

Adella’s face is in your hair. She groans like an angry cavewoman and you feel her shaft contract inside you as she pumps out her load. Your lower half quivers and you bite the pillow, spraying cum across the damp, rumpled sheets.

Adella’s limp, warm form is perfect and reassuring. She doesn’t move a muscle, but you know better than to relax this way. She’s still inside you, and she will fall asleep like this. You both need to clean up. You lie there blissfully for a minute, watching the thick, white beads and ropes of cum soak into the sheets. You’ll have to change the linens before you can sleep, but you don’t want to move.

“OK,” you say finally.

“Mmmm,” she purrs into your neck. There’s something about Adella… she doesn’t always last a long time, but she’s usually quick to recover. She likes to cum more than once, but whenever she finishes inside you, that seems to knock her out for longer. She can pull out and blow it on your booty or wherever, then get hard again, but after this? She just wants to roll over and snore.

You wiggle free and roll over to face her, flicking her in the forehead.

“Go get a bath ready,” you tell her sternly. “I’ll do the sheets.”

“Fine,” she grumbles.