"So is it just going to be us staying with Michael?" I asked my mother.
"I believe so. Everyone else had a flight to catch, so it will only be us staying," she said.
I tried my best to hide my excitement. Less people in the house means the less likelihood that me and Michael will be caught. But with my mother and Joshua still in the house we will still have to be careful and, sadly, quiet.
It was getting late and his family started filtering out. My mother and I were still chilling by the pool when Michael and Joshua made their way back to us.
"Helene, my father offered for you and me to stay in the guest house tonight, in case we wanted, uh, privacy," Joshua said with a quick glance my way, as if I didn't know what he meant by "privacy." Regardless, gross. I didn't think about it too much because I soon realized what that meant. Me and Michael will have the entire house to ourselves. I caught Michael's eye for a split second, and just from the look on his face, he did it on purpose for that exact reason.
"Cayci, will you be alright if me and Joshua stay in the guest house tonight?" my mother asked me.
"I'm sure I'll be fine mom," I said with a slight laugh. If only she knew that I will definitely be a lot more than fine, but I think I will do my best to keep this secret under wraps. I don't even want to know what she would think of her daughter fucking a man that is much older than her own boyfriend, let alone it being his father. And oddly, that made it all the more arousing for me.
"Well, we have to go get some stuff from our house to stay the night," my mother said to Michael, then turned towards me and said, "Cayci, do you want to come with us?"
"No, I just need some fresh clothes, my bathroom necessities, and my makeup bag."
"Alright, we'll be back in a few. And no funny business you two," Joshua said jokingly, but I couldn't help but pick up a bit of seriousness. Was Joshua suspicious? Had Michael gone after younger girls before? I didn't think much of it. I was too antsy to finally fool around a bit without worrying about being caught.
With that, we walked with them to Joshua's car and and they got in and drove off, but not before promising me that they shouldn't be too long. With a final wave, they were out of sight, but more importantly, we were out of their sight. We wasted no time and hurriedly walked back to his house.
Once through the door, I wasted no time. We kissed each other with such a force, I thought my lips were sure to bruise. In between breaths, he said, "I have been waiting... to do that... all fucking day..."
We locked lips once more, but then he said, "It was so hard resisting this." And he smacked my ass, which made my crotch meet his, a touch that drove me wild.
We somehow made it to his living room area and collapsed on the couch with him on top of me. We continued our forceful grinding and make out session. His now hard dick rubbed the right spot every time, making me soaked. Our moans filled the entire house.
For an older gentleman, his stamina was remarkable. Although, with the amount of money he had, it wouldn't surprise me to find a complete gym somewhere in his house. His body was further proof of this. Clearly he had not let himself go after his wife had passed. His body was still toned nicely. And, if it were younger girls he was after, he would need to keep up his physique.
My thoughts were interrupted when he grabbed my waist and hoisted us into an upright position with me straddling his lap. My breasts became his new fascination. He quickly stripped my top off and groped my boobs through my bra, kissing and biting them here and there. I was in such bliss I almost forgot to do my part. My hips began their motion once more, the friction felt so good on my clit.
"I need to see these beautiful tits," he said in a raspy whisper as he skillfully unclasped my bra.
My boobs were freed with my nipples already erect, and it was not cold in the least. Michael, seeing this, let a slight smirk come upon his face for a brief second before taking hold of one of them in his mouth and the other with his groping hand. Every stroke of his tongue drove me insane. I needed him in me, now.
My one hand was placed on the back of his neck while the other made its way down to his erect cock. Even through his pants I could tell he was huge. I undid his belt clasp and pants, grabbed his dick, and stroked it up and down.
I broke his face away from my breasts, kissed him deeply, and said, "Let me please you." We maintained eye contact as I re-positioned myself on my knees in between his legs. From this angle, there was no mistaking that he was at least eight inches and thick, but I've always loved a challenge.
I wrapped my left hand around his cock and spit on his tip, lubing it up nicely. While my hand did the stroking, I began using my tongue to focus on the head. I knew the sweet spots guys had, and massaging the underside of the head with my tongue while stroking their shaft always had them squirming.
Michael was no different. As soon as my tongue started its routine, he let out an audible, "Ohhhhhhh."
It was my turn to smirk. I sped up my motions a little bit. I thought of blowjobs as a dance. Start out easy, but enough to peak their interest. Then build excitement. Get them wanting more. Then take a little break to rebuild energy and to tease them into needing more (repeat at giver's discretion). And then finally, give them the crescendo they crave, with it ending in a blissful resolution.
Michael was a nearly at the break. I knew this when his dick started to get extra stiff. I released his cock from my mouth with an audible pop. His body loosened up and his dick relaxed a little. Not wanting to loose his excitement, I maneuvered so I could place my tits on either side of his cock, stroking him and reaching down to lick his tip. After a few seconds of this, his break was over. I wanted him to cum.
I released my boobs and replaced them with my mouth. But this time, I didn't need my hands. I looked him in the eyes as I slowly swallowed his entire cock, down to the base. He threw his head back and moaned in sheer bliss.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, Cayci!"
I knew he was about to cum. I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could, using my tongue to massage his shaft as it went in and out of my throat. As his ecstasy approached, he grabbed both sides of my face and began fucking my mouth, his face scrunched up with need for release. It didn't take long before I felt shot after shot of hot cum in my mouth. After all had been released, he let go of my face. I made sure to look him in the eyes as I swallowed all of the delicious substance and said,
"Next time you cum, it better be in my pussy."
Part 3 is in the works!