I wrote this in a Literotica style because that’s how I prefer to tell stories, but it is true. It happened over 15 years ago; some of the details may have drifted in from other memories of that period in our lives.
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A short preface to set the scene:
My now wife and I met in high school. Our first time hanging out together, before we started dating, she convinced me that her curfew was a soft recommendation and her parents would be asleep anyway, so it didn’t matter what time she got home. When we finally dropped her off over 3 hours late, her cop father was waiting at the door with a shotgun. Yeah, they aren’t just stories to scare teenage boys; those fathers actually exist. Over a few weeks, she somehow convinced her parents that I wasn’t some degenerate, and I was allowed to continue to see her. Fast forward a few years. I had left town for college, she was still living with her parents (as noted above, they’re a little controlling), but we’re still together making the long-distance thing work. College was close enough that it was driveable, so I’d come home every couple of weekends to see my family and visit my GF. This particular Friday, I had to work after class and wouldn’t be rolling into town until about 9 pm.
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I cruise down the lonely two-lane highway, being careful not to speed after getting popped for going nearly 100 mph on a recent trip back home. For the last two hours, I’ve been replaying the phone calls we shared for the previous few weeks. All the things we said we would have been doing to each other if only we were together. I imagine her laying on her bed in the lingerie we had bought together on my last trip home. As I turn onto the dirt lane leading to her parents’ place, my cock is pressing against the front of my pants, desperate for her. I park in front of the house, then spend a good minute reorganizing my junk and pulling down my shirt to hide the raging hardon as best I can. I walk straight through the front door (having earned an open door policy over the years, I’m no longer required to knock). I stop at the living room to say hi to her mom and feign an interest in the happenings of the episode of American Idol she was watching. I head towards the back of the house and start preparing my remarks for the brief but cordial conversation I’m about to have regarding the latest sporting event or other such “manly” topics with her father. Lucky me, his office door is closed, and I can skip that little formality and head straight to the basement and my waiting GF. Short of having a kitchenette, the basement is almost like her own apartment. Her bedroom, a separate living room, a bathroom, and a pool table, pretty much everything we need down there and all to ourselves.
From the landing, I can see over the back of the couch to spot her lying there on her side watching TV. Her fantastic ass is barely hidden by her little sleep shorts and a loose t-shirt hiding her curves and wonderful D-cup breasts that I can’t keep my hands from exploring. It’s not the white lace cami and thong in bed greeting I was fantasizing about, but she’s just as sexy in her comfy clothes. I hop over the back of the couch and slide down behind her. She rolls over to face me. Her smile is warm as our arms wrap around each other for a tight embrace. We share some light kisses and talk about how much we’ve missed each other. Then she rolls back over to finish watching her movie.
The kisses, the warmth of her body, and the smell of her hair are doing nothing to reduce the swelling in my pants as we lay there, spooning. Every few minutes, she shifts around, trying to get comfortable. I know she can feel my hard cock pressing against her ass, and she is doing this to tease me, to make me desperate. Well, two can play that game. My left arm is pinned under her, but my hand is already inside her shirt, resting against her stomach. I slide my hand up to her breast and start massaging it through her bra
“Mmm, hello,” she moans as she grinds her ass harder into my crotch. I slide my hand inside her bra and gently pinch her right nipple as I kiss along her neck on my way to just behind her ear.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper as my right hand glides down the front of her shorts. She’s not wearing panties, and I caress her smoothly-shaven labia with my fingertips.
“How bad?” She reaches her hand behind her back and rubs my dick through my pants. “Oh, my. You’re already rock hard, aren’t you?”
“This is all I could think about the whole way here.” I press my middle finger between her soft lips and gently rub her clitoris. She’s already wet, and I’m able to move effortlessly across her sex, eliciting soft moans from the stimulation.
“We’ll have to do something about it then,” she responds. She spins around and slides down the couch. As she undoes my fly, I shift over and onto my back, sliding my pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free my cock from its confines. She smiles at it and takes it lightly into her hand, and strokes it slowly a few times.
“I missed this dick,” she tells me as she leans in and kisses the tip. I feel her lips wrap around the head. As she slides down the shaft, the heat of her mouth envelops me. The kind of comforting warmth that can only be experienced after being in the cold for too long. Slow and loving, she drifts up and down, her tongue nuzzling softly against the glans whenever she comes up. With each cycle, she takes me deeper, even after I start hitting the back of her throat. I didn’t believe her when she told me she didn’t have a gag reflex, but I couldn’t doubt her after the first time she showed me this trick. Just when I think she’s settling in, she changes strategies: stopping to lick around the head, sucking on the tip while stroking with her hand, taking me all the way, and flicking her tongue along the base. I can only squirm underneath her, doing my best to be quiet and not alert her parents to the fact that their daughter is deftly trying to suck my soul out through my dick.
She pauses moments before I reached the point of no return and tells me to sit up. I lean against the back of the couch as she straddles me. She’s got me so worked up now I think I might burst as soon as I enter her wonderfully tight pussy. I buy myself some time by reaching up under her shirt and fondling her tits. I fumble with the clasp on her bra. Trying too hard to be smooth, I went in with one hand at first. After a couple of failed attempts, I release her tit from my other hand and unlock the puzzle that keeps me from the treasure held on her chest. She pulls her arms through the straps, and I lift the front of her shirt to gaze upon the glory of her perfect breasts. With my hands on her back, I pull her in close to get her nipples in reach of my mouth. I turn my head slightly and lick this side of her left nipple, barely touching it with the tip of my tongue. I flick up and down across the front her nipple before taking it into my mouth with a delicate suck. I push her shorts to the side and run my fingers along her slit. She’s even wetter than before. I’m not sure if it’s from the BJ she gave me or the tit play, likely both, I suppose. I run two fingers in a circle around her hole, letting her juices cover them before slipping them inside. She gasps, then covers her mouth with a hand as she grinds her clit against my palm, and I curl my fingers forward, stroking her G spot. I feel her sweet oil run down my fingers and drip from my knuckles. I bite down on her nipple just hard enough to hurt before pulling away.
“I want that cock in me,” she says.
“Do you?” I ask as I drive my fingers deeper into her cunt.
“Uh-huh.”
I remove my fingers from her tight clinch and hold my dick at its base while shaking it, so the head plays along her slit and taps her clitoris. She shifts her hips and places my tip at her entrance. She remains still for a moment letting the anticipation build just that much longer. She lowers herself slowly, my cock bending slightly until the pressure breaks and it’s able to breach into her corridor. Bit by bit she descends, until the entirety of my pole, is engulfed in the sweltering heat of her pussy. She grinds against the base, keeping the full length of me inside her, twitching, throbbing, and aching to release. She starts to ride me, sliding up and down on my cock. I can feel the impending surge building again as her pussy squeezes down on me from all sides. She doesn’t seem to be as close as I am. I need to take control if I’m going to have any hope of lasting long enough to get her off.
“Lay down.”
“Ok.” She lays back on the couch.
“On your side. And slide forward so I can get behind you again.”
I lay behind her and run my cock back inside her shorts, and thrust forward into her. I pump into her slowly. From our time together, I’ve learned that I can hit her G spot in this position. At this point, it’s my only hope of making her cum with or before me. We’re back to where we started the night, but now I’m plunging my cock inside her as she drives her ass back against me.
The rumble of a door opening…at the far end of the basement…
Oh, fuck…her dad’s down here…he must have been smoking a cigar in his “Man Room.”
I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and quickly cover us. We freeze as we hear his footsteps approach. I brace for what’s coming. He heard us fucking, and now he’s about to catch us red-handed with my cock still buried balls deep in his daughter. His gun cabinet is in that room…I’m dead.
He walks past, without a word, and up the stairs. I slowly start thrusting again when I hear him opening cabinets in the kitchen. Then harder as the footsteps overhead move towards the front of the house. The adrenaline from almost being found out has pushed us both deeper into arousal. Our hips crash together, I can feel myself getting close. I hope she’s close too. I can’t risk her dad coming back down and not being able to finish. I grab her hip and pull her back as I throw my hard dick as deep into her as I can. A couple more thrusts, and that’s it. I feel her start to quiver; it’s too much and pushes me over the edge. I pull my cock out of her just as it erupts. My cum splashes across her ass and soaks into her shorts. She breathes heavily into her hand as I get up and run to the bathroom for some washcloths to clean up.
“That was close,” she says as I return to the couch with a wet cloth and towel.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your dad was down here?”
“I didn’t know. He must have come down when I was in my room or something.”
“Holy Fuck. I thought I was dead.”
“Kinda fun though, right?”
“Yeah. It was”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lip8ao/mf_the_thrill_of_being_caught_almost