The night was coming to an end. There were a few people still hanging around, Tonia being one of them. We would have to be up at an ungodly hour to pick up the kids and couldn’t wait any longer to have each other, so we decided it was time to call it a night. We stood up to say our goodbyes and were sent off with an awkward group hug from Tonia and Ronnie, during which she put her face right against M’s and told him that she was going to steal me away from him.

M’s parents tried to convince us to stay, but there was no where for us to be alone in their house. We also knew we were in no shape to be driving all the way to Tonia’s house, or ours. I was raised on a ranch just a little ways down the same road, and my childhood bedroom is still empty in my parents’ house. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it would more private than where we were. While we in no way condone drunk driving, we wound up coasting a quarter of a mile along a country road with no traffic at a max speed of about 20 MPH. At worst, we risked taking out a fence that most likely belongs to his or my parents.

We arrived safely at my parents’ home. To our surprise my mother was still awake. We followed her upstairs to my old room, where she proceeded to pick up in the room for entirely too long while we got into bed. I have no idea just how obvious we were about groping and undressing each other while she was up there. However, when she finally did leave, she said, “You two get some sleep. Or whatever it is you are going to do.”

It wasn’t long before we were both naked under the covers in my childhood bed. I lay on my side and he slid his cock inside me from behind. I was so wet from all of the excitement of the evening, and telling him how badly I wanted to watch him put his cock inside Tonia’s hungry pussy. By the time I reached back and pulled his cock out of my soaked pussy and put it up against my ass, it slid in so easily you would have thought he had been fingering it for hours. Apparently I was a little too smooth in my maneuver, because M hadn’t realized just where he was. “I want to fuck your ass above your parents,” he whispered.

“You are.”

He stops fucking me. “I am?”

“Yes”

He felt around, getting his bearings. Fingers probed my pussy, apparently searching for misplaced cock. “Holy shit! How did I not know that?”

“We’re drunk.”

“I Guess so!”

And with that, he resumed the oh-so-dirty acting of pillaging my ass above my sleeping parents. We were high school students again, doing all the things we didn’t do the first time around. We turned sideways in the bed to keep the iron headboard from slamming against the wall as he thrust his swollen cock repeatedly into the warmth of my tight, wet asshole. We were both on our knees, my face in my pillow trying to hide the sounds of my lustful moans and screams.

M talked the whole time:

“You wanted me to fuck her, didn’t you?”

“If your dad came in here right now, he’d kill me, right before he died.”

“Daddy’s little girl is getting her ass fucked.”

It was filthy and magnificent. By the time he shot his load deep inside my ass, I was beyond ready for my own orgasm. I quickly pulled on my panties to prevent my dripping ass and pussy from further soaking the sheets, flipped over, and frantically rubbed my clit. This part was nothing new in this bed. Well, other than the grown man whispering in my ear and playing with my tits, I suppose. I came almost immediately. Just before we passed out, I was briefly aware of how cold my wet panties were, in both the front and back.

The next morning, nursing wicked hangovers, we joined my dad downstairs for coffee. Neither of us made eye contact with him.

What, you thought there was going to be a threesome? Not this time…