Fuck, he was either in the dining room or looking in.
“I…I..” Brett stammered. “I think she had to get something out of her room.”
My father didn’t see me, if he was still in the doorway he probably couldn’t have. With me under the dining room table, obscured by both Brett’s chair and the tablecloth, I was completely hidden from view.
So I decided to mess with Brett even more.
Knowing that my father could see him and was probably even looking at him right at that very moment, I pushed forward, taking more of Brett’s cock into my throat until I felt my gag reflex hit. I paused, giving myself a moment to adjust to it. Then I kept going until I could go no further and he hit the back of my throat. Then I attempted to pull off a trick I read about.
I swallowed.
“Oh,” my father said. “Maybe Kitty is with her. Thank you.”
Something warm hit the back of my throat and I felt like I was going to choke. I started to pull back but Brett reached beneath the table, his fingers grabbing me by the hair. I didn’t fight him.
No, if anything him holding me there as he came was sexy as fuck.
I gagged just a little but managed to swallow every salty drop of cum he unleashed into my mouth. When he was done, his fingers relaxed, and I pulled back. I managed to wipe the back of my hand across my mouth before he grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me up to my chair.
“Huh?” I asked, confused as he pulled me close. Was he mad at me for what I just did? Was he about to tell me off or break up with me for being a slut?
Brett grinned at me wickedly and his hands reached beneath my skirt. “Now it’s your turn.”
Brett
Fucking bloody hell! I had never shot as hard as I did with her lips wrapped snug around my cock, her mouth swallowing every hot drop down. It was so fucking good I was convinced I blew a testicle out when I shot my load. That sweet blissful agony of unleashing the le petite mort… Yeah, even I know some French.
I had never had someone touch my cock, much less suck and then deep throat it while swallowing my load. And then I had to talk to her father, telling him I had no clue where she was, all the while she was cleaning my cock with her soft tongue under the table.
Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. A blow job to end all other blow jobs. And it was my first one. Shit.
Pulling her up from under the table, her smile was so prideful at first until I sat her beside me. I had no clue why but I fucking loved her right there and then. And yes, I knew from health class that what I was feeling was just a chemical reaction from post orgasmic bliss. But fuck!
“Now it’s your turn.”
Her eyes widened with worry, and I could tell me turning the tables back on her was definitely not part of her plan. Watching her squirm only made me grin. Her beautiful cheeks flushed that bright shade of red I was becoming so familiar with. Fuck, even her blushing was turning me on. I could feel a little stirring in my loins as I stared at her.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I nodded towards the textbook before us. “Your turn.”
Her blue eyes remained wide but I think the surprise of me touching her knee was slowly turning her on. Lightly, I let my fingers swirl around her kneecap. I didn’t want to take it too fast. I wanted to take the time to explore her legs because they had long held a fascination for me.
Her habit of wearing skirts to school had turned my head quite a few times. I truly believe there are some females whose bodies are just made for skirts, and she was and still is one of them. Even then she had long and toned legs, her golden tan only enhancing their definition.
I had large hands and in fighting it’s a good thing, it’s more surface to grip or punch with. At that moment though it meant I could feel more of her silky smooth skin. I swore she must have made a bargain with the devil to make it as good as it felt. I slowly slid my hand up, past her knee, my finger trying to read her smooth like brail.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Mandy, do continue to read your portion.”
Her oh-so-pink lips were moistened by that amazing tongue of her’s then she stuttered to a start. “Many men and…”
I tuned out the meaning of her words as my hand slowly inched up her thigh. God, they were so silky and luscious. I wanted my mouth on them so I could suckle on the soft, fleshy part I touched and explored. I wanted to run my tongue along the little crease touching her wet little panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, all hot and ready for me. I could feel the moisture, calling to me like I was a man stranded in the desert and her pussy was the fucking oasis.
Her body was destroying my caution, and I let a small moan escape my lips. Not a second later, her lips pressed together tightly and I could hear her swallowing back her own moan behind her lips.
I glanced down the hall and grinned. “Keep reading, like a good girl.”
She tried to start again but my hand moved the elastic band around her leg. My fingers slowly grazed past her trimmed hair, then slowly traveled down to her moist folds. I had read many internet porn stories at that point and had watched my fair share of porn so I had a general idea of where to find that beautiful button they
call the clit. My middle finger very gently swiped past it, and I felt her entire body shudder heavily. Bingo.