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The End of the Party
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The End of the Party
"Well," Dana said as we entered the kitchen, "we could always bake a
cake."
I peered at her. "For breakfast?"
She smiled in the morning sunlight. "Why not? We could always decorate
it obscenely and shock my sister."
I laughed and started searching through the cupboards for the pans.
"They're up there," she told me as leafed through a cookbook.
"Where?"
"Here, I'll get 'em." Dana climbed up the high stool and rumaged
through a shelf just below the ceiling. She had to stand on tip-toe,
and this shaped her already trim calves to perfection.
Grinning like a school-boy, hands behind my back, I leaned down to peek
up her long skirt.
"Matthew!" she said. I smiled up at her. "Really. All you have to do
is ask." And she slowly pulled up her skirt, releaving more and more of
her smooth white thighs, until her snatch was just barely covered.
"See?"
"Not yet," and I flipped up the skirt to reveal her brown curls. She
squeeked as I stepped in to nuzzle her crotch with my nose. I clasped
her legs to hold her steady, arms behind her legs. Each hand naturally
cupped a buttock. Dana let the skirt fall down, covering me. She
gasped slighty when I licked the end of her slit, then smoothed it into
a soft moan. She spread her legs slightly, and I ran my tongue deeper
in. Dana's pussy was musky, a deeply sexy smell. I massaged her ass,
pulling her deeper onto me. She held me head through the fabric of her
skirt. I stooped down slightly so she could open her legs even more,
and I could reach even more. I flicked her clit with my tonuge and she
growled.
"Oh, Matt."
Over the next several minutes I slowly increased my activity, licking
and sucking and nipping, until she was ready to come. When I lightly
bit her clit, she stiffened and said, "Matt!" Said, not moaned. She
was plucking at my shirt and trying to pull away. Something was wrong.
I poked out from under the skirt to see her parents at the back door.
They were still wearing their coats, and her father carried a suitcase
in one hand. Her mother simply stared. They were, to put it mildly,
back too early.
I lifted Dana down from the high stool, trying not to accidentally
uncover her snatch as I did. Dana quickly rebuttoned her blouse a
little, to at least cover her cleavage. No one said anything.
Then her father leaned one elbow against the doorframe, and propped his
forehead against the fingertips, eyes closed. "I don't want to know,"
he said. "I really don't want to know."
That gave me the opening. "No, sir. And if you really don't, then
don't enter the rest of the house for the next five minutes." I pulled
Dana by the hand. At the door of the kitchen, I turned and held up
five fingers. Her father swallowed and nodded. As we left, her mother
finally turned to him, and I heard her voice through the door.
"Oh fuck," Dana said as I quickly wiped off the dining room table with
a napkin. It needed a better cleaning than that, but that could wait.
"Shit shit shit."
"Yes," I said, "but hurry." She joined me in standing up the candelabra
again. The glasses and bottles would keep for later. No point in
trying to hide that there had been a party of some kind.
Someone's red panties lay on the floor of the front hall. Dana stuffed
them in the pocket of her skirt. A pair of sneakers with their laces
tied together hung from the overhead light. Nobody was in sight. I
got on a chair and took down the sneakers while Dana went on to the
livingroom.
Which was a mess, but not much incriminating evidence. Dana tossed the
remains of Angie's ripped teddy under the sofa coushins and straighten
them. I pushed a chair over the large purple stain, and turned the
stereo power off. Together we straightened the glasses. I held up a
lacy bra. "Who's was this?"
Dana scowled, and snatched it from me. I smiled, and she stuck her
tongue out. So I kissed it. Quickly. We were about to go upstairs
when I noticed that one of the coasters was a diaphram. I tucked it
into my pocket. It was beginning to look like we could salvage things.
At the foot of the stairs, we could clearly hear someone's rhythmical
moaning. We stopped and stared at each other. "Oh fuck," Dana said
again. My sentiments exactly. We ran up the stairs.
They were in Dana's room, with the door wide open. Niki was on her
hands and knees in front of Big Fred as he stood on the floor. He held
her hips tightly as he rammed his big cock into her from behind. Niki
gasped loudly as she came with each stroke.
We rushed to them. Dana tore Big Fred away from her sister (no mean
feat), and I grabbed Niki under her arms and pulled her away. This
left me sitting on the bed my back against the wall, with Niki
shuddering in my lap. She reached down with her hands and rubbed her
cunt, wimpering. I realized we wouldn't be able to do anything with
Niki until she was satisfied, so I reached around her and ground the
heel of my hand hard into her clit. She stiffened, and would have
cried aloud -- loudly -- if I hadn't covered her mouth with my other
hand. So instead she bit into the ball of my thumb. Hard.
"But I ain't come yet," Big Fred was saying, jerking his enormous cock.
"I don't care," Dana said, picking up his cloths. "My parents are
here. Get dressed!"
"But I ain't come yet," he repeated, and tried to step past Dana to
Niki. He never was on the bright side.
Dana blocked him. "And what the hell do you think my father will do to
you when he finds you fucking his 18-year-old daughter?"
That got through to him. He'd been caught with teenage girls before.
But he still yanked his shaft.
The teen in question had just finished her half-minute continuous orgasm.
She half-turned and clung to me, her whole body trembling. "Oh," she
breathed. "Oh."
I looked down at Niki. She was a mess. Cum, both wet and dry, was
caked on her inner thighs. There was some more between her tits and
under her chin. Her blonde curls were dark and limp with sweat, and
she reeked of sex, sex, and more sex.
I heard someone moving about downstairs. Shit. I picked little Niki
up, and told Dana, "You finish up here, I'll get her cleaned up," and
carried her sister down the hall to the bathroom. I lay Niki in the
(fortunately) empty tub and locked the door. She moaned slightly when
I let go of her, but merely rolled her head to one side, eyes closed.
I started the water running in the tub.
While waiting for it to fill, I tidied the room up -- there were three
used condoms about -- and then washed myself. I had Dana's juices on
my face and Niki's on my hand.
When I turned to Niki, she was just lying there in the hot water. I
knealt beside the tub, and put the soap and washcloth on her stomach.
"Come on," said, "time to clean yourself." She merely moaned. I
reached out to flick the end of her cute nose. Niki opened her eyes a
little, then closed them again with another soft moan.
Shit, I thought to myself. I had to do it myself. I turned off the
water and lathered the washcloth. I hesitated, because I didn't know
how she would feel about being touched by another guy, now that she was
coming down. She had been fucking continuously, as far as I could
tell, for nearly 36 hours. Would she, when she thought about it, feel
disgusted with herself? Violated? Merely sore? I didn't know. I
offered the washcloth, but she did nothing. Well, she had to be
cleaned, even if I added to trauma.
I gently began to lather between her breasts, as they were right before
me. She wimpered very lightly, and made motions of moving away. I
crooned at her, meaningless "It's okay"s, and gently pressed her down.
She quieted. I began again, softly scrubbing her breasts all over.
They were nice tits, already well developed -- firm and with nipples
that popped out when hard. As they did now. I carefully washed the
rest of her damned sexy body. When I reached the crease where her legs
joined her torso, she hummed a light, pleasurable moan. I didn't know
whether this was good or bad, but I tried not to set off any more
erogenous zones. I was careful with her thighs, offering to let her do
them, but she didn't take the washcloth. Her pussy, I discovered, was
tender. I left it alone. Her ass jiggled as I scrubbed it, and her
legs were a pleasure to stroke.
Then it was time to do her back. She was being rather less passive by
then, and she sat up, water streaming off. I scrubbed vigorously, from
her shoulders to the crack of her ass. Then I handed her the cloth and
said, "Face." She looked at me through lowered lashes, but complied.
As she scrubbed it, I rinsed off her back with handfulls of water.
When she was done, she looked at me, still sitting up.
"Feeling better?" I asked quietly.
Niki nodded. Then she finally spoke, "Thank you." She reached out
tentitively to place a wet hand on my cheek. I nodded. I knew what
she meant. I had just touched her in an asexual way, letting her think
of herself as a person and not a cunt to be fucked. Well, pretty
asexual. I thought.
Then Niki leaned forward and kissed me, mouth open and her lips working
tasting. Her other hand, dripping wet, massaged my stiff cock. It had
been hard since I'd dived under Dana's skirt. Seeing Niki fucking with
abandon, and washing this little sex bomb, hadn't reduced my
excitement. She was a very good kisser. I kissed back for five
seconds or so, then broke it off. I pulled her hand off my cock as
well.
There were footsteps outside the door, and someone spoke. "Time," I
said, "to dry off." Niki nodded, and I stood up. I pulled her to her
feet and handed her out of the tub. I reached for the largest towel on
the rod and wrapped it around her.
Then, by mutual decision, I toweled her off, as slowly and gently as I
had washed her. I cupped those luscious tits only a little as I patted
them dry, and squeezed that firm, jiggly ass only lighting as I dried
it. She spread her legs as I toweled off their insides, but I
carefully didn't dry her pussy, or not inside. When I knealt to get
her ankles and feet, her tight blonde curls were right in front of me.
The fold of her slit was clearly visible through them, but I did
nothing but look. No sir, I did nothing to turn her on.
So when I stood, she reached her arms around my neck and kissed me,
slowly and deeply. I kissed back. Her smooth body pressed against
mine, and I stroked up and down her smooth back, holding her to me. I
couldn't quite reach the crack of her ass, so she stood on tip-toe.
This moved us apart slightly, and suddenly we went into a flurry of
concerted motion. I lifted Niki under her arms so she sat on the edge
of the counter. At the same time, she undid my pants and pulled them
down. Then I shoved my straining cock home, deep in her cunt.
Why did I do that after so vigorously defending my monogamy with Dana
all weekend, against all that Angie and Teri and butch had done? Why?
Because I was horny as hell. Because the moment was magic, and I had
no choice. Because at that moment, I loved Niki.
I vaguely heard a voice outside the door, but ignored it. I began
fucking my girlfriend's kid sister.
Niki started coming immediately. I held her to me and covered her
mouth with mine. We kissed hard. She came with each rapid in-stroke,
her cunt clinching about my cock. I reached down with my free hand and
ground my thumb on her clit. She stiffened in orgasm and stopped
humping back. No wonder all the guys loved to screw her -- she came so
easily and so willingly. I went over the edge. I tried to fuck even
deeper as the sweet cum came, trying to join with her completely. For
a half-minute her cunt clutched and sucked the last of my cum out of
me. Then, slowly, she came down, and I stopped.
We had been fucking for less than a minute, total.
I looked at Niki, hands on her hips, cock still inside. She looked up
at me, hands on my shoulders, and said, "Thank you." again. This time
she wasn't trembly, but flushed and energetic. Her finger lightly
traced circles on my left shoulder. A thin sheen of sweat covered her,
making the bath all for nought. Well, not really.
"Anytime, Niki," I said softly, smiling. She smiled again. She was
beautiful.
I pulled out, and we tidied up. Niki pulled the plug so she could take
a shower. When I was ready to go, she turned and squeezed my limp cock
through my jeans. It stirred. She grinned, wickedly. No, not wicked.
She was too cute to look wicked. Impishly.
"Are you sure you want to go?" she drawled playfully.
I didn't. I wanted to screw her from behind, ramming deep inside her
while I fondled those perfect tits. I wanted to make her come and come
and come. But I said, "I need to go cover for you. For all of this."
She winced slightly, so I added, "It'll be okay." She nodded and
stepped into the shower. I let myself out.
Downstairs, Dana was trying to explain that she'd thrown a party that
had gotten out of hand. Of course, we'd *meant* it to get out of hand,
but she didn't say that. I admit that I thought, just for a moment, of
slipping out. But she was my girlfriend, and I loved her. I would be
loyal when she needed me. I stepped into the livingroom to sit beside
her and faced the music.
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