It had been about a month since I moved into the rental home and I was loving it. I don’t know why I lived with Brock for so long—I told myself it was to save money but I think it was just a fear of being alone. But Kelly and I were now exclusive, her IG was flooded with photos of us and it felt good. I told my parents I was dating Brock’s girlfriend and they didn’t understand and I can’t say they do yet. What was I supposed to do—tell my parents she won be over by masturbating in front of me? Not quite. Instead I asked them two things: to give her a chance and to realize that when you have a real connection with someone you can’t deny yourself. They agreed and we set up a day for them to come see the rental house and meet Kelly. In all the years I lived with Brock, they’d not actually met Kelly yet. I wasn’t nervous because even though I loved my parents, I didn’t give a shit what they thought. I was happy and they’d learn to get over it if they couldn’t immediately be happy for me.
“Your parents are coming tomorrow morning,” Kelly reminded me as I opened my 4th craft beer of the night. “So?” I said, “I can hang out with my parents for a couple hours even if I’m hung over.” She gave me a look. Not a pissed off look but more of the “I not only disapprove but am also annoyed” type of look that literally only women give. Find me a man that makes facial expressions like a woman does, seriously. I’ll wait. “Don’t worry,” I reassured her, leaning back in my patio chair by the pool. Kelly and I had been swimming nearly all day, helping one another remember all the fun things we did in the pool as kids. We did George Washington hair, we dove for things at the bottom of the deep end, we played Marco polo, and we had a breath holding contest. It had been a seriously fucking awesome day. “Want me to make something? You know, like, for lunch tomorrow?” Kelly could cook a few things but for the most part, I did all the cooking. She was kind of like my sous chef only instead of chop things and prepare things, she drank beer and showed me her tits on demand while browsing Reddit on her phone. And yeah, that was better than having an actual sous chef.
“Nah, my mom’s gonna bring a bunch of crap. But we could trim the rose tree in the morning and put a bouquet out. My mom loves that shit.” The driveway of this home was lined with rose trees. There were probably 8 or 10 of them, some yellow, some pink and a couple of white ones. They reminded me of an old lady who smelled like a cedar chest and had hard candies and old tissues in her pocket—they definitely didn’t scream “a young guy and his hot ass girlfriend live here.” But the landlord said leave them and so we did. And yes, Kelly was basically living with me at this point. If you’re thinking that its super fast then you’re right. It is. But she was spending the night with me almost every night anyway. In fact, next week she was actually going to officially move in. I wasn’t nervous at all and neither was she. To me that was a very good sign for our future.
We planned on going to bed a bit early that night, having swam all day and drank all evening we were both pretty tired. Kelly took a hot shower and when she got out, she was so tired she fell onto the bed completely naked. She looked like a Grecian painting—curve in the right spots, tone in other places, smooth skin with a flawless complexion. I grabbed my phone and took a few photos of her—how could I not? My camera roll had become inundated with photos of Kelly and her delicious body and I loved it.
I woke up the next morning, still fuzzy but mostly rested. I looked over to see if Kelly was still asleep but she wasn’t in bed. I could hear movement outside and in my slightly hung over and just awake state, I wasn’t sure what it was. I walked through the hallway and out into the kitchen, through the sliding door into the back yard. Kelly was naked, swimming laps, at 7 in the morning. “I need exercise and my running shoes are back at my apartment,” she said, disappearing beneath the surface once again. When she came back up and lifted herself up out of the pool, her naked body dripping wet. I saw a drop of water roll down the front of her titty, off her nipple and drop silently to the concrete. She walked to me and put her arms around my neck, planting a wet and passionate kiss on me. Her tits pushed against my old t-shirt, leaving a wet imprint on them. “I made coffee,” she said as she pulled away from the kiss.
I did want coffee. But right now what I really wanted had just gotten out of the pool butt naked. “After,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her back in the house. “We don’t have time! Matt!” she protested a bit but after picking her up and tossing her on the bed, I could see she was ready and willing. “Is it going to be a rough morning?” she teased. I remained expressionless as I climbed over her, grabbed her hips and in one swift motion flipped her onto her stomach. I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand and I felt her tongue rub against my palm. She liked it. I pulled her up to her knees by her hips and with my free hand, spanked her ass as hard as I could. She groaned with what could only be described as the delight that only a masochist could have. I spanked her again with the same force, in the same spot, hoping that she would tolerate more before she was spanked raw. I felt myself growing hard in my pajama pants so I pulled them down, the waistband giving me pleasurable friction.
“Do you like it rough?” I asked, knowing she couldn’t answer as I still had my palm planted on her mouth. I then, without warning, pushed my cock into her engorged and swollen pussy, and she let out a muffled squeal. I pumped into her and she was so wet that I could hear her juices as we fucked. I created a momentum where I pushed hard into her and right when I couldn’t go any deeper, I spanked her ass as hard as I could. There was a red imprint of my hand on her ass which turned me on—it was like marking my territory. The roughness ignited something in me and I felt the urge to pull her head back by her long hair and so I released her mouth and grabbed her hair, in a wad, and yanked back. She howled, with both pleasure and pain, and I spanked her again. “Squeal again and you’ll be punished,” I warned, driving my throbbing dick deep into her g-spot. I could feel that my dick head was tickling just the right spot within her and she whimpered a bit as she neared her orgasm. “I said no noises, didn’t I?” and I spanked her again and instead of releasing my palm I think squeezed her ass, right in the raw spot. The pain sent her to orgasm and she wiggled under my grip, moaning loudly. “The pain makes you cum, doesn’t it baby?” I egged on her orgasm and she came hard, clenching down on my pulsing cock. When she was done orgasming, her legs trembled and I pulled out and immediately thrust into her dark hole. “I told you you’d be punished, didn’t I?” I said, ramming my member deep into her ass. I pumped fast, telling her what a dirty whore she was the entire time I rammed her, until I began cumming. “Put your seed in my ass,” she egged on my orgasm like I did for her. Hearing her talk dirty and looking down to her red and now purple ass cheek made me have the most intense orgasm ever.
When I was done coming I pulled out of her and laid down on the bed, trying to catch my breath from the unexpected early morning sex session that had just transpired.
“I like starting the day that way,” she said, rolling onto me and kissing me on the lips. Then the doorbell rang. I reached over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand—it was already 8am. Who could be at the door this early? Then there was a knock at the door. I pulled my pants on quickly and ran down the hall to the door and peered out the peephole. It was my parents. Three hours early. Thank goodness they didn’t get there just a few moments earlier.
Now it was a scramble to get dressed. I was going to be hard all day thinking about that early morning fuck session.
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