Family Secrets (4 page)

In a matter of seconds, Brittney had already
leaned over and had the head of his cock between her lips, sucking
him slowly and gently. She didn't always give him slow blowjobs,
but he'd come to find that those had a tendency to be some of the
most frustratingly intense blowjobs in the world.

Without breaking her stride, Brittney rolled
over on her side and with her lips still wrapped around the
bulbous, straining head of his dick, she took her right hand and
wrapped it around his shaft. Slow and easy, just as her lips were
enclosed around the head of his cock, her tongue whirled and
swirled as she started stroking him. Once she was on the third
stroke, she pulled her lips away from the head and started
spreading all of the saliva she'd collected in her mouth over the
length of his hard-on. She lathered him with moisture as Scott
looked down at the job she was doing, moaning every few seconds in
spite of himself.

Pretty soon she was sucking him off, her
mouth making luscious, popping, wet sounds as she did so, as her
soft, small, hands worked his erection. Pulling his eyes away from
Brittney's mouth wrapped around his hard-on, Scott looked to where
her breasts were exposed, her hard, bright pink nipples dripping
with some of the saliva that had fallen from the corners of her
mouth.

They could hear Susan moving around
downstairs and then as her footsteps neared, Scott couldn't take it
anymore. He pulled his cock away from Brittney's lips and hurriedly
scurried down to her soaking pussy. Just as Susan approached where
Scott estimated to be a few feet away from the door, he slammed his
shaft deep inside of Brittney and she had to stifle a moan as he
began to pump inside of her, deep, hard and fast. He'd felt that if
he hadn't been able to plunge inside of her right that second, he
would have exploded.

With every thrust, Brittney's headboard
banged against the wall heartily.

There was a pause of footsteps in the hall
and for a while, they weren't sure if Susan had simply turned
around or not, but then, timidly, from the other side of the door,
Susan called out, "I'm leaving, you guys."

"Okay, Mom!" Brittney called out, and with
her answer, it seemed to turn Scott on even more.

Knowing that the only thing that stood
between his stepmom seeing what he was doing to Brittney was the
door had set him off on a sexual frenzy. His arms were poised on
either side of Brittney's head and he was sweating hard, his
erection burying itself inside of Brittney every single time he
slammed home.

After another moment of hesitation, and
without a word from Scott, Susan said, "Okay," and they could
faintly hear her retreating footsteps as she made her way from the
upstairs hallway.

In bed however, Brittney had started to
breathe hard, and she could no longer hold back her moans. After
Susan had gone back downstairs, presumably to leave for work,
Scott's frantic pace hadn't slowed, but he decided to slightly
change their positioning.

With a slick swiftness, Scott straightened
his posture on the bed, bringing his arms up to his sides, only to
slide them underneath Brittney's thighs a moment later. In that
position, he kept her knees bent closer to her chest, and once he
went inside of her again, her walls were gripping him tighter and
her ragged moans escaped her throat more forcefully.

His balls were slapping her ass with every
thrust as he went inside of her deeper. He leaned his face toward
hers for one more quick kiss before he looked down at her bouncing
tits. They were medium-sized, not really that big, but nice and
still very perky, and they had enough fat on them to give a nice
spring every time he slammed into her. After a while, the only
sounds in the room were of the lapping of Scott's cock in
Brittney's dripping pussy, and Brittney's moans and groans. Scott
wouldn't have been able to make a sound even if he'd tried. He was
too far-gone.

He'd only been at it a few minutes before he
yanked his erection out of Brittney, moved up a few inches so that
the head of his cock was aimed at her chest, his stiff penis
sticking out from a slick mass of brown pubic hair so dark that it
looked black. He was close to orgasm. With three jerks through his
closed fist, he came, immediate and savage. He spat semen onto
Brittney's heaving, naked front in five torrential spasms. In no
time, she was covered in his cloudy whitish fluid.

Scott shook his cock that had just helped
empty his balls, and shivered with a kind of relief and ultimate
delight. He'd needed that. He'd needed a good fuck to empty that
load he'd been carrying around for the past few weeks. He'd had
girls since Brittney—a couple of hotties as a matter of fact—but it
had never been as good. And for a while, he'd had no girl, and he'd
been somewhat content to live in his own little bubble of thoughts.
Girls wanted him, but sometimes he just wanted to be left alone.
Sometimes, all he wanted was to be with Brittney in that particular
way because he felt she was the only girl who truly understood
him.

Breathing hard, but somehow still feeling an
edge of horniness, Scott looked down at Brittney who was playing
with the tips of her nipples. She was rolling them around between
her fingers, swirling his cum over the still-hard areolas.

Without wasting any time at all, Scott
lowered himself down on his stomach again, his still-sensitive cock
rubbing uncomfortably against the bedding, and somehow that excited
him all over again. His hard-on hadn't diminished completely, and
he was in an in-between stage of his erection as the blood flow to
the area began to taper off and become normal again. But he wasn't
finished with Britt—not quite.

He buried his face between her thighs again
without hesitation. Some of his semen had made an extra mess,
dribbling down Brittney's mound and onto her slit. His cum has
mixed with her pussy juice, but it didn't matter. He covered her
slit with his mouth and began to suck greedily at it, savoring the
taste and the feel of it. She was so soft, so unbelievably wet, and
so hot. He licked his cum off the peachy whiteness of her outer
folds, and then sucked the cum off her clit and out of his slit
before sent his tongue roving through her tunnel. He wanted to suck
her good, make her even wetter than she already was.

Before long, Brittney was grabbing at Scott's
neck, running her fingers through his hair and over his ears. Her
eyes were rolling in the back of her head all the way to the whites
as she licked her lips and then bit her bottom lip hard as a small
shock of an orgasm raced through her body. Still, Scott's vigil
between her thighs didn't end. He seemed determine to make her have
multiple orgasms, not necessarily with his cock, but solely with
his tongue; Brittney was definitely fine with that.

She'd taught Scott exactly the way she liked
it a long time ago.

After she had two more orgasms, Scott
emerged, gulping, his face smeared with juice, but he looked
glassy-eyed and happy, as if he'd gotten a shot of some tasty drug
that had made him high.

He was also hard again.

Reaching between her thighs with his right
hand, she pushed three fingers inside of her, grabbing a wad of
liquid that streamed over his three digits, and rubbed them over
his shaft. He looked down at his cock with a kind of reverence that
Brittney recognized. He rubbed it gingerly with the same type of
awe.

It wasn't the first time he'd gotten hard
immediately after he'd cum, and it wasn't the first time she'd seen
that dreamy look on his face.

Instead of the frantic pace in which they'd
gone it the first time, Scott was moving much slower now, almost
seeming to savor every second of the act instead of before, being
overcome with wanting to cum.

He'd moved up on his knees inch by inch until
he'd been positioned in front of Brittney once again, only that
time he leaned down, put the head of his cock against her slit and
rubbed the bulbous tip up and down, playing with her folds and her
clit in the process. A shiver had run up Brittney's spine. He'd
went on like that for about a minute before he'd eased only the
head inside of her opening and began to move only that part of
himself in and out of her, careful not to push the rest of his
shaft inside of her. He was teasing himself. He'd explained that to
her a long time ago. It was more about him and what he wanted, than
anything to do with her right now.

She looked down at his cock, all the veins
that stood out on it, and the rounded head that had once upon a
time looked so menacing to her.

When they'd first started doing it, she'd
thought he'd had the fattest cock she would ever see in her life.
It had seemed so big! And the way it had always felt when he'd
enter her—she'd felt as if he were stretching her beyond
comprehension, beyond anything that was logical.

But she knew better at this point.

Scott's cock was bigger than average from
what she understood "average" to be when it came to males in the
penis department, but he probably wasn't impressive if he'd been
pitted against a few other guys—not that she would have ever told
him that. But he was definitely big enough, and wasn't a slouch
when it came to working it, therefore it didn't take much for him
to make her toes curl and for her muscles to spasm with climaxes,
big and small. He could make her body shudder with sexual delight,
and she didn't think many men needed monster-sized cocks to get
that sort of reaction out of a girl. In fact, the way she saw it,
Scott's dick was probably the best size any girl could ask for: not
too small, not too big, but
just
right.

After he was done playing with her and
himself, doing a little foreplay between rounds, he was ready to go
again, and he eased past her pussy lips and into her tight wet
hole, her vagina welcoming him, enveloping him with its heat. He
slipped inside of her and she'd hugged him like a glove.

The second time went on longer, and the pace
was slower, but it was no less pleasurable for either of them.
Scott's cum that had drenched Brittney earlier had mostly turned
into sleek sticky wet spots with their shared perspiration making
it impossible for the spillage to dry completely, and every once in
a while, Scott would use one of his hands to play in the mess he'd
made on her, smearing it over her breasts, or on her lips for her
to suck it off.

"I'm about to cum," Scott groaned, the words
coming out between his clenched teeth as the feeling of his orgasm
built up inside of him to that scary, lusciously delightful
pinnacle.

Underneath him, with both her knees pulled up
almost to the same height as her shaking breasts, breathlessly
Brittney said, "Cum in me."

Happy and relieved to hear those beautiful
words, Scott let himself go and came. He felt the cum shoot up his
cock and out of the head of his dick and for those few blissful
seconds his world was only a shimmery blanket of blackness and
stars all wrapped in a deliciously devilish good feeling
incomparable to anything else. Even though his movements began to
slow, he'd felt his balls emptying, and that train of semen exiting
his body, only to push its way out in a lusty squirt inside of
Britt. It wasn't as much cum as he'd let out the first time, but it
was half that, and he couldn't explain the feeling of having shot
his load directly in a wanting, hot pussy than in a rubber bag or
into thin air, or even down a girl's throat. He didn't even think
he'd want to explain it. All he could think to say of that event
was that it was simply the best feeling that any male could get as
a finale after pumping away in a tight snatch.

After he knew he was finished, he pulled out
of her slowly, careful of his sensitive cock so soon after he'd had
two orgasms. This time, there wasn't another go round to think
about. He was done for the night and they both knew it.

Scott looked down at his dwindling erection;
quickly his penis was returning to its regular state. Brittney had
literally sucked the horniness right out of him.

Unsure of what to say in the aftermath, he
said the first thing that came to mind. "Thanks Britt. I really
needed that."

Brittney, hearing the awkwardness of every
word that came out of his mouth, only nodded and rolled over. She
was exhausted. She'd had about four orgasms; one small and three
big ones, and she was beat. All she wanted was a few hours' sleep,
and if she was lucky, nobody would bother her during the day and
she could probably sleep until noon. That was
if
she was
lucky. Usually something happened, and she would be roused again,
but that couldn't mean wishful thinking was completely out of
order.

Noticing that Brittney was already dozing off
as he made his way off the bed, stumbling in the process, Scott
leaned over and pulled the top bed sheet over her up to her
shoulders, making sure that she was completely covered except for
her head and arms.

He made a mental note to himself to wash her
sheets for her later that day after she woke up, and he'd probably
wash the rest of her clothes in her hamper as well. He doubted
she'd have anything in there since she'd only come home for her
break two days earlier than he did and he doubted she'd have
brought laundry with her, unlike him. Nevertheless, he wanted to do
something for her. Then he figured he'd make her breakfast in the
morning and buy her an extra present in addition to the one he'd
already brought her and had left in the trunk of his car.

Before he moved away from her completely, he
walked up to the head of the bed on trembling legs—one of the
hazards of post coital copulation, he mused to himself
silently—leaned down, and gave her a kiss on the side of her face.
Her lips and nose twitched only a bit, but other than that, he
believed she'd fallen fast asleep.