EroticReverie

Kylie

"Just let me take a shower real quick"  Andrew said, slapping my ass with a wink and I laughed, as he left me standing in his kitchen , picking at a bowl of grapes. 

Andrew and I were both seniors, and we've been dating since the middle of junior year. We're both 18, he's the captain of the football team, and I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad this year. 

Tonight is our big game against our rival school, so I'm currently wearing my cheerleading uniform since we always wear them on game days.  Our uniform is maroon , with white and black. Our skirts are pleated and for this game, we're wearing our long sleeved , tight tops, instead of the sleeve less. My hair is up, half up half down and curled, with a big maroon bow where my hair is pulled back. 

I scroll through my phone on the counter as the shower turns on and hum a song I've had stuck in my head all day.

I don't even hear his foot steps and  Andrew's dad comes into the kitchen.

"Hey beautiful" he says, making me lift my head up and turn it as I lean over the counter. 

I sigh, and pop a grape into my mouth.

"Hey" I say. 

Marty Foster is 52, six feet tall with a body that was once buff, but slowly turning into a soft dad bod. His arms are big, his chest is still hard, but he's slowly getting out of shape. His words, not mine. I can smell his cologne from across the room and her walks over, smiling, his steel colored eyes looking at me, letting me know he's up to no good. He trimmed his bear a little more. His facial hair is shorter now, trimmed close to his face, and he mustve gotten his hair cut recently too. His full head of grey hair is neatly trimmed on the sides, only slightly longer on top and pushed back with some sort of styling gel, or mousse. 

I look back to my phone, scrolling through my instagram and pop another grape into my mouth. 

"Where's Andrew?" he asks, as I feel him starting to walk behind me. 

"Shower." I answer, and double tap a pic on my instagram feed. 

"Marty" I say his name, my head turning, chin on my shoulder looking behind me, as I feel his hand slide up right underneath the back of my skirt. 

He slips his hand right between my legs, and pushes his fingers against the tight little shorts I have on underneath my skirt. 

"I told you no more" I say, wiggling myself, pushing up off the counter and spinning, making his hand leave from between my legs. 

I may, or may not have slept with my boyfriends father. I may, or may not have made that mistake, several times, over the course of the past few months. 

"Oh come on Kylie" he says and grabs my waist and pulls my hips into his, into his erection. 

"Marty, I can't" I say.

It's been two weeks, since we stopped sneaking around. I really did love Andrew, Marty was a mistake. A big mistake. 

"Sure you can, take of your shorts." he says grinning, his hands sliding up my skirt and grabbing them. 

"Marty!" I say, slapping his hands. 

"Don't be a tease" he says, his hands going back up under my skirt. 

"Screw you" I say and push at his hands. 

He chuckles and his hands go right back, grabbing my shorts, and yanking them. My eyes widen and I gasp, feeling them come down mid thigh. 

"Marty!" I yell, knowing that Andrew can't hear me in the shower. 

Marty wrestles my arms, managing to cross them over my chest then, using his one strong arm to wrap around me to hold me to his chest, as he pins me against the counter. 

"Calm down" he says as his hand goes between my legs, to my bare, freshly shaved cunt. 

I gasp as his hands cup my pussy, his middle finger slipping between my lips and then right up into me. I gasp, and can't help but let out a little moan. 

Marty had nice hands, and nice long, thick fingers. Just like his cock.  

"Marty" I whine, knowing I can't stop him now. 

"There we go...that's what you need, isn't it?" he whispers, and I moan , his hand around me comes undone , letting me place my forearms on the counter, as I lean back slightly, and grip the edges of the counter, as his free hand now pushes my shorts down the rest of the way. 

Once the shorts are around my ankles, I step out of them and spread my legs. I see his grin widen. 

"There she is.." he grins. 

"Naughty girl" he groans as his middle finger fucks me in the middle of the kitchen, and I moan as I let my head go back, feeling my hair fall back too. 

"I missed you Kylie." he says and his free hand slides up, lifting my skirt. 

"hold this for me pretty girl" he says and I moan and lift my head, and grab at my skirt with one hand, holding it. 

I bite my lip as he looks up at me, I watch him as his mouth hovers and I feel his warm breath, then his warm, wet tongue sliding between my lips and over my clit. 

I moan , still biting my lip and then my mouth parts and I let out a tiny squeal as his finger fucks me faster, harder and I feel myself dripping , soaking his finger and his beard rubs against my cunt, and his tongue licks over my swollen clit. 

"Mmmmm fuck" I whine and pant as I watch him, looking down at my boyfriends father eating my pussy, and I squeal again as he enters a second finger. 

"My son is such a lucky fucking bastard" he groans and then sucks on my clit. I feel my legs tremble, and then Marty stands, swiftly undoing his pants, unzipping them , I could still try to stop it, to say no, but I'm so fucking turned on, I need it. 

So I lift my leg , and he pulls up the other as I throw my arms and legs around him.

He grins and I moan, writhing, and I feel him reach down, and guide his cock against me. 

"Mmmm letting me fuck you bare again Kylie?" he grins, as I lower myself onto his dick, and with a moan I nod. 

"You let Andrew fuck you like this? Without a condom?" he groans as I whimper and push myself back up , hissing as how good his cock feeling moving inside of me, even when slipping out, and I lower myself back down on him. 

I shake my head. He knows I always use protection with his son, I've used protection always, except ...just not with Marty. 

At first we did, then in the last month, he'd "Run out", and I was too horny to wait for it. So I let him fuck me bareback. Marty knew I wasn't on birth control. It hadnt stopped him from cumming inside me a few of the times we'd done it though. 

"God you feel so good" he groans as the shower turns off. 

"Fuck" we both groan at the same time and Marty take me to the dining room table and sits me on it, I lean back, holding onto his shoulders though, as he throws my legs over his arms, my legs dangling over them in the crook of his arms as he fucks me harder, and faster. 

I want to scream, but dont, my mouth open wide as his cock pounds away at me, the table shaking beneath me. 

"Fuck me" I pant. 

He groans and the sounds of his body slapping against mine, fills the quiet of the down stairs. 

I groan and wince as he hits deeper.

"oh god" I throw my head back and moan. "so fucking good" I breathe quietly as I pant, my chest heaving, back arching, and I slip one hand a time off his shoulder, leaning back on my elbows, feeling my hair shake, my entire body jerk with each of his thrusts. 

"I need to cum inside you" he groans. 

"do it" I moan. 

His eye brows lift and then his jaw clenches and he thrusts harder, and harder. 

"fuck, you're so fucking pretty" he groans. 

"you're such a dirty girl Kylie" he says , licking his lips. 

"fucking cum inside me, hurry" I moan. 

I hear the bathroom door open and we both freeze, but we hear Andrew walk to his room. 

I reach out grabbing Marty's shirt. 

"Do it now....fuck me and cum in my pussy" I grit my teeth. 

He grins. "You got it dirty girl"