Double Dare(274)

“This is all for you, Mr. Jones, all for you,” I said breathily, never breaking eye contact as the big man fisted his dick, his hand a blur now. And with a sigh, I parted my legs, pulling the tight nylon to one side and hooking it over my labia so that my pussy was completely uncovered, everything exposed, creamy and wet for him.

“See Mr. Jones?” I panted, canting my hips up so that he could look into my pussy, spreading my lips a bit so that my inner channel was visible, my clit huge and stiff. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

And I began sliding the coke bottle up and down my pussy lips, wetting the glass, the clear green growing smoky with my cum.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” came the groan from above, the man’s eyes fixated on my steaming cunt, the penetration that was about to happen.

I giggled. I’ve never had a man so turned on for me, so completely under my spell and it lit something within, made me into a girl I didn’t recognize. So going with the flow, exploring this new side of me, I did the unthinkable. With a deft flick of my wrist, I slipped the coke bottle inside, just half an inch, my pussy lips parting and squeezing wetly around the round head.

“Ohhh!” I moaned quietly, throwing my head back, eyes closed. My nips were pointed up in the air, my boobs creamy and full as I fucked myself with the glass bottle. “Ohhh!” I moaned again.

Suddenly the conversation in back of us paused for a moment.

“Was that a dog I heard?” asked a female voice.

“Maybe it was a dying squirrel,” smirked a male voice in return.

And Chris and I held our breaths, eyes open and alarmed, our bodies tight as we paused, breathless, waiting. But soon the hubbub of voices started up again and we went back to our wicked ways. Slowly, oh so slowly, I inched the bottle up my puss, the green glass hard, smooth and relentless in my channel. I slid it in partway and then pulled it out, moaning low in my throat as the glass reappeared between my cunt lips, coated in cream. The big man growled deeply, his hand fisting his dick at light speed as my pussy gushed and streamed with white, clit stiff and trembling in the air.

Suddenly my mom’s voice cut in.

“Lindy!” she sang out, “Can you help me in the kitchen please?”

And I groaned. I knew what it was, Brenda probably needed help getting the cake ready, lighting candles or getting the dessert plates.

“Sure Mom,” I managed to say in a semi-normal voice, the words a little croaky despite my best effort. “In a sec.”

And with another sweet shove, I pushed the bottle in again, this time frigging my clit at the same time, gasping under my breath, my body pulsing and arching. It was so good, so hot, to know that we were touching ourselves within twenty feet of assorted family and friends that Chris and I came simultaneously, my pussy pumping around the glass bottle as Chris roared under his breath, ejaculating all over my breasts, dripping onto my stomach, running into the sweet vee between my legs.

“Awwww fuck,” he moaned quietly. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

And I was no better. The shower of white electrified me, I loved seeing the sperm jump through the air, sail in arcs before spattering on my tits, globs and rivulets running all over me. My cunt pulsed and spasmed on the bottle inside, gripping it tight, my nether lips seizing the green glass like it was the real thing, a dick inside with a job to do.

“Oh oh oh!” I cried breathily, trying to keep it down. “Oh!”

But we’d both been too loud.

“There’s that damn dog again,” said the disembodied female voice, this time a little louder. “Wonder what’s going on?”

“Or it could be the squirrel again,” smirked the same male voice. “You know, death throes and all.”

Suddenly, I recognized who it was. It was my Aunt Mildred and Uncle Ronald, my dad’s sister and brother in law. They were middle aged busybodies to the max, always gossiping about this or that, nosy and annoying, I tried to avoid them most of the time. And unfortunately, footsteps were approaching as their voices grew louder.

Chris had the same realization, his dick still stiff, shaking with the remnants of his cum as he stuffed the massive pole back into his shorts. Just as quickly, he threw the towel at me and I covered myself, rubbing some of the semen into my skin as I swathed myself in terrycloth.

And in the next second, Aunt Mildred and Uncle Ronald were on us.

“Oh hey there,” simpered my aunt, looking Chris up and down closely, that big body so devastatingly gorgeous that she’d probably forgotten about the weird noises already. “I’m Mildred, Jim’s sister. You’re his boss right? Chris?”

And to his credit, Mr. Jones looked completely calm, completely at ease even though two dark slashes still decorated his cheekbones.