Waking up

Jason woke up with the disorienting sensation of not knowing where he was. The bed was not his; the pillow was unfamiliarly soft; the duvet thicker than his own. Light was coming through the blinds from the wrong angle as the window was in a different position from that of his own. He felt a dull but painful sense of dread and tried but failed to recall the events leading up to him getting here, to this bed and asleep. His tongue felt atrocious too, and his head was beginning to pound.

And..., he was not alone.

As he lay on his side, another body was spooned in behind him. Thankfully he could feel a pair of naked breasts pressing lightly against his back. A slender arm was draped around him, a hand gently stroking his abdomen. Panicking, Jason tried desperately to think who this might be and where, but drew a total blank, failing even to come up with a reasonable candidate.

His morning wood was present and correct at least, and when the gently exploring hand began reaching further South, scraping her nails tantalisingly across his lower belly, eventually reached it, it carefully encircled his engorged member and began, ever so slowly to stroke it then pull it softly.

Jason began to pray to the patron saint of all the drunken idiots, as a smooth leg began to slide over his and he knew that he would have to go into action with whoever his bed-companion might be. He gave up the pretense of sleep and rolled onto his back to meet his assailant, just as she climbed aboard him, still holding his rigid cock and pulling it inside her hot silky vagina.

"Chelsea?" he exclaimed in surpise.

Jason stared incomprehendingly up into the beautiful grinning face of his neighbors' teenage daughter. Chelsea, now fully enveloping him in her warm wet pussy began to rock gently back and forward, sliding herself along Jason's pole. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Jason lay there passively like an idiot wondering how the hell this was all happening. Was he dreaming? It was the weirdest fucking dream ever. Maybe the best! Of course he had his masturbatory fantasies to Chelsea and always kept an eye on her particularly when she passed him on the stairs wearing practically nothing in the summer, but this was incredible. How could she be here, slowly and steadily bouncing on his cock, in (Jason flicked his eyes around to take in his surrounds better now), what he surmised was her bedroom.

**** though he was to believe this was possible, and whether ethically or morally he should even be doing this, his loins had other ideas. He found his hips responding to her motions and thrusting themselves upwards. Chelsea leaned forward bringing her lips just close enough to touch his. Her hair brushed across his face and chest. Jason hoped his breath didnt taste as bad to her as it did to him, as in a moment her tongue was darting into his mouth as if seeking something. Jason somehow realised his hands now held both of her soft silky breasts. How the hell did this happen, he wondered. This must be a dream, but more vivid and sensual than anything he could ever remember. He did not want to wake up from it in any case.

She pulled her head away a fraction, and Jason gasped for air. "Uh Chelsea...," he said, as she thrust harder against him. Jason could do nothing but respond and began fucking her with more purpose and determination from below. Thankfully his headache was receeding. He always found a morning wank helped with a hangover. This was MUCH better than that though! However as his head was beginning to clear, he had to ask.

"Huh?" she replied absently, more interested in the mechanics of their coitus.

"Um Chels...", he hesitated, "What age are you?"

Chelsea giggled, "18. Dont you remember? I had a party just last month". She slammed down on him hard as if to punish him for such a stupid question.

Thank fuck! thought Jason, and began thrusting into her once more without reservation. Chelsea responded by crouching down on him, riding him like the favorite in a steeplechase entering the home strait. Jason slipped his arms under hers and caught her by the shoulders, pulling her close to him, giving him greater leverage to thrust into her.

Jason felt it only decent to let Chelsea set the pace though and didn't feel too much like exerting himself in any case, so for a while he just lay there, thrusting his hips at her in time to her own motions and, gazing up at her while she took care of his cock in her own way. "Ooooooh Goooddd!" moaned Chelsea "Ohhhh Goddd!"

He was taken by surprise when Chelsea started orgasming on him already, feeling that he was barely halfway there himself, but since she was starting to lose a bit of steam and energy, he decided to thrust harder and faster into her, taking a more active role.

"Fuuck! Oh fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes! Mr Todd! Yes!" she squealed as Jason continued to slam to full depth over and over again. Jason said nothing but figured to hell with pacing. She was there already. Fucking her with abandon, he only took a few more minutes to eventually splatter her insides with his pent up jizz.

By this point Chelsea was completely spent, and as he slowed his rhythm down, she slumped on top of him, head to the side and face into his neck, her breath hot against his skin. Jason put a protective arm around her and breathed out his sigh of release, feeling the last remnants enter her as he did.

Neither of them said anything for a while, Chelsea was content with her embrace as he softened inside of her. Jason lay back content in his blissful post-coital elation and tried not to think of anything beyond this moment of having just fucked the beautiful teenage daughter of his neighbors.

Just then there was a sharp rap on her bedroom door.

"Chelsea!", called her mom's voice from the other side of the door.