"Holy. Shit!" Mercy gasped out, and start shaking, then bucking beneath him. "Oooooh. Ooooh. Oooooh."
Randy butt fucked her long and hard, until they were both shiny with sweat, and he was gasping for breath. He finally came, and that seemed to suck the air out of both of them. He collapsed atop her, and promptly fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night Randy woke up, needing to pee so bad it hurt. He staggered off to the bathroom, and did his business. He started to return to her bed, but just turned off her light and went to his own bed. Randy needed sleep more than sex.
The next morning Randy lay in bed a long time after waking. Long enough to hear Mercy leave her room and go to the bathroom. While she showered, he went to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He wanted to eat and get back in his room before she finished. Randy didn't want to deal with the drama over what happened. Mercy was good at that drama crap.
After eating, he filled his bowl with water and left it in the sink. When he turned around Mercy was walking into the kitchen. He froze, gawking at her. She looked so damned sexy, with her face scrubbed clean of all that bright makeup, her hair still damp from being washed. Early morning was the only time she looked like the mythical girl-next-door, most of the time she looked like the tramp down the street.
"Morning, Randy," Mercy said.
She looked remarkably fresh. Mercy never suffered from hangovers. Randy thought it was because she got drunk every single night. But she was walking a little oddly.
"Anything wrong?" he said.
She stopped before opening the fridge, looked at him and tilted her head. He thought she was going to rip into him. Instead, she rubbed her butt and frowned.
"No. I'm just a little…sore, this morning," she said. She shook her head. "I can't remember a thing. I remember being at the club, having a great time, but not coming home or anything." She opened the fridge and started rummaging through. "I hate not remembering what, or who, I did the night before."
"Ah," Randy said, relieved.
"What? Too much information, little brother?" she said, and giggled. She signed dramatically, and rather contentedly. "If you only knew, Randy. If you only knew what I do."
She closed the fridge door, a bowl of jello in hand. She picked up a banana, and climbed into a bar stool to eat. Mercy cast a wicked, sultry look at Randy as she peeled the banana. His breath caught as she lifted the banana to her slowly opening mouth.
As her wet, pink tongue rolled around the tip of that banana, her eyes locked with his, Randy felt his lust stirring and cock stiffening. She didn't remember, and was back to her taunting, teasing ways. But after her drunken confession last night, he knew at one point she intended to give up her body to him.
"Two can play at that game," he said, stepping round the bar.
Mercy quirked a brow, looking curious as he stepped up to her. Randy cupped her face, tilted her head, and kissed her. Full on the lips. Mercy grunted, stiffening. Her hand tightened around the banana, squashing it to mush.
"Have a nice day, sweet thing," Randy said, giving her butt a little pat.
He headed for his bedroom, to get dressed and go out for the day. Mercy was still gawking at him when he glanced back at his door. He winked and left her there. Randy had plans for Mercy. "No mercy for Mercy. I'm going to make her mine."
Step Fun
By Saffron Sands
© Copyright 2011, Saffron Sands, All Rights Reserved
Stacy liked sex. She liked it a lot. From the time she became old enough to experiment to when she lost her virginity to her gym teacher, she knew she was going to be a happy, unapologetic slut.
Stacy was anxious for her mother Karen and step dad Scott to leave the house. She was constantly sneaking into her their porn stash when they left the house. Stacy loved to sit on the couch while no one was home and diddle herself in front of the television. She would turn up the volume because it was the sounds that got her really hot. Listening to the actors moan and grunt made her pussy tingle. She loved the sounds of fluids smacking between their hot bodies. She would stick her hands in her panties and flick her clit to the rhythm of the bed as it creaked under the strain of the actors who vigorously fucked each other for her viewing pleasure.
Scott was her mother’s latest husband and Stacy’s latest “Daddy”. Her “Daddies” didn’t tend to last too long and that was okay by Stacy as she tended to get bored with them just as quick as her mom did.
Scott seemed different though. He noticed Stacy when she entered the room. He always had a smile for her and a hug that lingered just a little too long. She liked that he watched her and she would make sure to let a little extra cleavage show when her mom wasn’t looking.