Nine

She couldn’t believe she just did what she did. She not only exposed his cock again, but also stripped herself in front of Richard, leaving him her T-shirt. His eyes widened, soaking in her body, just as surprised at what she did as she was. Valerie had to hurry out of the kitchen before she did anything else that crossed a line. As it was, she had to stop herself from dropping to her knees and devouring his cock right there.

She raced up the stairs, her massive tits swaying back and forth with each step she took, the chillness of the air conditioning licking her skin, her pussy screaming to be filled. Her heart raced, pounding in her ears as she gripped the railing, propelling herself upstairs.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to take care of the burning need inside of her, but as she reached the top of the stairs, she knew she needed to do something about the ache between her legs or she would never be able to sleep. Hell, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep even if she got herself off. Racing down the hall, she could feel her honey dripping. What possessed her to open Richard’s robe and glance at his cock again? God, but what a cock it was: long, thick, straight; it had to be at least nine inches. She had wanted so badly to reach out and take it in her hand, see if her fingers would even close around it. She could imagine how Richard’s cock would feel, spreading her wide open. God, she would be sore for days; she knew it.

Pushing her way into the bedroom she shared with Justin, she moved quickly to the bed, sliding back under the sheets, hoping he hadn’t woken up and noticed her coming into the room naked. How in the world would she explain that? As it was, she panicked as to what to tell him if he asked where her shirt was. Should she grab another one and hope he didn’t notice? Should she just tell him she got hot during the night and took it off? But it wasn’t on the floor, so what would she tell him then? God, what did I just do? She had merely gone with her instincts, and they told her she needed to see Richard’s cock, and now that she had, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Worse, she wanted it pounding between her legs.

Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to calm the lust coursing through her before her heavy breathing woke Justin up. She glanced over at him, blissfully asleep, unaware that his girlfriend had just stripped in front of his father. She took a slow breath in, willing her heart to stop pounding in her chest. She was right. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep. Not with how fucking horny she was. If only…

She glanced down at Justin’s cock under the sheets. His manhood was nothing like his father’s, but it was right there.

And she needed it. Needed to be fucked.

She closed her eyes. This is so wrong. But she needed it. Rolling over, she slid her hand under the sheet, gliding it down Justin’s stomach to his cock. Wrapping her hand around his limp dick, she started to stroke his member up and down, coaxing it to life.

Justin snored, rolling his head to face the other way.

Valerie growled, stroking him harder, faster. This wasn’t working. Rolling over more, she slid under the covers, kissing her way down his body to his cock, her hand still jacking him off. Finally, he moaned, shifting under her slightly. She ran her tongue over the tip and down around the shaft and back up to the head before swallowing him. She didn’t go slow. This wasn’t to have a nice romantic night of lovemaking. This was about her need to be filled. He groaned even louder, stirring underneath her. She could feel his cock hardening now, growing for her.

“Val…?”

She didn’t wait for it to get fully hard. She couldn’t wait. Jerking the covers off, she straddled Justin, one hand on his chest, the other gripping his cock and guiding it to her entrance. Luckily, it was hard enough to slip inside her wetness, and she didn’t hesitate to slide down on it, releasing his hardness as she allowed it to fill her. She closed her eyes and savored every inch that speared into her.

“Valerie, what’s..?”

“I need you, Justin,” she said, opening her eyes as she stared down into his, grinning. “You don’t mind, do you?” She bounced her eyebrows at him, as she ground back and forth on his shaft, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. She could feel his cock growing even harder, as she pressed down onto his chest with both hands. Of course, it didn’t matter if he minded or not. She was going to come. She needed to come.

“What made you so horny?” he asked, his voice still groggy, full of sleep. Still, she felt his hands going to her waist. “I’m not sure what’s happening.”

She moaned, her ass sliding back and forth on his thighs as she fucked herself with his cock. “You’re getting laid,” she told him, groaning, as she dug her nails into his chest. She closed her eyes and pictured Richard’s hard shaft sticking out from his open robe. Her wetness filled the bedroom, and she felt Justin’s cock grow harder than she ever remembered feeling it before.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Justin said, trying to get his eyes to focus as he stared up into her eyes, her tits swaying between them. “You’re naked.”

“Hard to fuck you with clothes on,” she told him, wishing he would just stop talking. He was ruining her fantasy. Almost there. God, she could feel her orgasm building, feel her body tightening, her mouth opening as she pictured Richard bending her over, fucking her like a little bitch. God, she wanted him to fuck her like a little bitch. His little bitch. She no longer cared how wrong it was. She just wanted it. At least, she wanted it right then, while she rode his son, pretending it was him. It needed to be him!

“Baby, I, um, Val, I’m going to…” She felt him grip her waist tighter, felt him thrust his cock deep inside of her hungry cunt, felt the explosion of his orgasm as cum splashed against her inner walls. His body locked in that position, while he filled her, his passion mixing with her honey, and the sensation was enough to send her over the precipice of her own climax. Her body shuddered, her arms locked straight out as she clawed at his chest. She screamed, her cries aimed at the ceiling, as her cunt sucked on the cock buried inside of her. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, violent waves crashing throughout her body as she rocked on Justin’s cock.

When it finally subsided, she sucked in deep gulps of air, letting up a little where she gripped Justin’s chest. Opening her eyes, she smiled down at him, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fingernail marks in his flesh. Sliding off his waist, she draped an arm over his stomach as she nuzzled up beside him. “Now, I think I can sleep,” she whispered, cradling herself against him.

“Um, I’d really like to know what you were dreaming,” Justin said, sounding more awake now than when she rode his cock.

“Who said I was dreaming? Can’t a girl just wake up horny once in a while? You always wake up with morning wood.” She turned her sleepy grin up to him, stretching slightly so she could kiss his chin. “Are you saying you wish I hadn’t fucked you just now?”

“No, no,” he quickly replied. “I’m always up for some fun.” He shifted slightly, turning so he could hold her better. “I’m just not used to it in the middle of the night, that’s all.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, his lips warm against her flesh. “I just wanted to know what dream of yours to thank.”

She pressed back against his lips, knowing she would never be able to tell him what got her so wet tonight. “I just needed your cock,” she said, instead. “Thanks for being willing to share.”

He chuckled, squeezing her to him. “Share? I thought you owned it.”

She ran her fingers up his stomach to his chest, splaying her hand out on his flesh, guilt filling her. What the hell was she going to do with these thoughts? “I’m looking forward to tomorrow,” she said, thinking it wiser to change the subject.

He squeezed her again, his hand a comforting weight on her waist. “So am I. This town isn’t much compared to other places, but we’ve got some pretty cool hangouts I think you’ll enjoy. I can’t wait to show them to you.”

She turned, kissing his chest. “Neither can I.” She needed to get out of the house for a while, to get away from Richard. At least, until she could figure out how to get her thoughts and reactions under control.

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if that was even possible.