Sara gritted her teeth as she lifted the fold out table onto it’s side. She paused with it up against the wall, sighing and catching her breath. She’d been helping her parents set up for the party all day. Cleaning, cooking, moving the furniture, hauling cases of champagne into the basement fridge, setting up banners and decorations. It was their 25th anniversary and she wanted to show them her love, even if that did mean setting up for, and attending, the worst party in history.
By 8pm her house was filled with old fogeys, standing around on the shag carpeting, gripping flutes of champagne and sporting weird grins. To Sara they looked like mental patients who had been let out on day leave. She stood next to her parents, dutifully welcoming the guests and answering inane questions about college and her plans for graduation.
And then there was a ray of hope. He was six foot one with blue eyes and brown hair, a half smile fixed on his face. She recognised him from her past, early teen years- a friend of the family. He’d been such a geek then. But that had changed, he’d filled out quite nicely. Her eyes roamed over him as he stood next his parents, looking over the party. It seemed to amuse him.
They were re-introduced and she found herself giggling at his quite normal greeting. he lifted an eyebrow and patted her hand as he shook it. Then before she knew it he was gone, swept away into the crowd of grey-hairs. Doing the round of inane questions himself.
As the party went on Sara caught glimpses of him through the crowd, tried to catch his eye, to sidle up to him, but every time she tried one of her parents friends would corner her and drunkenly explain to her what to do with her life, and how to avoid certain mistakes- things they obviously regretted themselves. She smiled politely at first, but as the guests got steadily drunker and drunker, she just nodded her head with a slightly scared expression on her face. People were starting to tell her thingsshe didn;t want to hear.
Finally, she lost sight of him completely, and figured he’d bailed. She wished she could have left the party with him, taken a drive. She breathed in and out and shook it off. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned- it was her father, sporting a goofy drunk grin. he hugged her and asked if she could get some more champagne from the basement. She smiled and patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was over. Her Mother came up behind her dad and hugged him, slurring her speech, telling him how much she loved him.
With a laugh, Sara untangled herself from the group hug and went down the stairs to the basement. The sound of the party was muted as soon as she closed the door. Her footsteps sounded heavy on the stairs as she descended into the darkness. She didn’t need to turn on the light, she knew where the fridge was. When she opened the door the light in the fridge lights up the room a little.
He was sitting on the couch in the basement. She started when she saw him, and he smiled. In his hands was a cigarette paper and sitting on the couch next to him was a baggy of pot. He had that smile on his face, as he rolled the joint in his fingers. He apologized for scaring her and she shrugged it off, trying to play cool as her heart hammered in her chest.
He licked the paper and finished rolling the joint, then put it behind his ear. He walked over to the fridge and puts his hands on her her. Waist. She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, her body melting against his. His hands were on her body, slowly sliding up her arm. He closed the fridge and they were plunged into darkness, her back pressed against the refrigerator door.
She pushed him back a little and told him no. Not here.
Then she took his hand and led him across the basement to the laundry room, opening up the door and pulling him inside, pushing the door almost closed. The moonlight streamed through the windows in the laundry room, giving them a little light. She pressed him against the washing machine and frantically unzipped his fly, reaching into his pants and stroking his hard cock. It throbbed in her hand as he moaned into her mouth, his hands finding her tits and squeezing them through her top.
Sara stroked the length of his cock, fast. He stopped kissing her and his head fell back, moan escaping his mouth. She bent down and pulled his cock out, wrapping her lips around it, sucking on the head. Sara groaned on his cock, eager to taste his cum.
But he gripped her hair and pulled her up, onto the washing machine, hiking her skirt up. His fingers on her panties, rubbing her pussy through them, tugging them down. Two of his fingers pushing inside her as he bit her collar bone. She was so wet, her juices flowing from her slit. She needed him inside her.
Please fuck, Sara begged.
He gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart, the head of his cock nudging against her opening. Then he entered her in one smooth motion filling her up. Fucking her deep and long, gasping each time he fully entered in. Moving in and out of her body, speeding up.
Then the light in the basement came on. They froze, protected from sight by the almost closed door of the laundry room. Sara heard her parents voices as the walked down the stairs. They were drunk and laughing,wondering where she was, wanting more champagne. Both he and Sara watched them through the crack in the laundry door, totally frozen, not making a sound, his pulsing hard cock still inside her. Her pussy was on fire, filled up with all that cock, but too afraid to make him move in case they were discovered.
Her Mother and Father were looking through the fridge, her Dad picking up bottles of champagne, her Mum running her hand over her Dad’s back. He straightened up and took her in his arm, kissing her, kissing down her neck.
And then Sara watched as her mother sunk to her knees and her father undid his belt. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her jaw dropped when her dad pulled his cock out and her Mother immediately deep throated it. Her Father gripping her Mother’s hair and roughly fucking her mouth, calling her a little slut. She couldn’t believe what was happening. And the cock inside of her was getting even harder, she soulc feel it inside her, her pussy pulsing and wet.
As her Mother blew her father he started to move his cock slowly inside her. Sara grips his hips and tries to stop him, but he just speeds up, pushing in and out of her little pussy as her father moans in pleasure nearby. The boy inside her is fucking her deeper, faster, she’s starting to whimper and moan, so he puts her hand over her mouth as he starts to fuck her quick and hard.
His hand clamped on her mouth as her father let out a guttural moan and came in her mothers mouth. The sound of him cumming sent Sara over the edge, her orgasm filling every inch of her with pin points of light. She felt the boys cock move inside her as he came, biting her shoulder as his warm seed pumped into her tight little hole.
They stayed like that that, entwined on the washing machine, as Sara’s parents fixed themselves up, grabbed some champagne and headed back to the party. The boy kissed her neck lightly, his cock softening inside her as Sara tried to shake what she’d just seen out of her mind.
Submitted January 08, 2017 at 03:43PM by roughestwriter http://ift.tt/2jrRWuc
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