Bent Over and Naughty on All Fours

Chapter 85

I didn't want to sit on him, I wanted him to fuck me for real, grab me from behind and pound hard, take control a bit because I was tired of calling all the shots. My fear was not knowing how to do it right, impaling myself wrong on that thin but thick-headed dick, it hurting like hell or some shit going wrong like tearing something I shouldn't, because I was still inexperienced in these positions, always imagining it'd go wrong and I'd end up crying from pain instead of pleasure.

But I had the guts, yeah, the horniness winning out over the shame. I got off his face — which was all sloppy and red, the poor guy breathing deep like he'd just come up from the bottom of the ocean —, positioned myself on all fours on the bed, arched like a naughty little devil, ass up high, legs spread just enough to show everything, feeling the cool air hit my wet pussy and my clit throbbing begging for attention.

"Hey you little lying shit, catch your breath and come fuck me!"

I said that turning my head back, voice firm but shaking a little inside, heart in my throat from anxiety and fear of it hurting, but the overwhelming desire winning out, because I wanted to feel him stretching me open, pounding hard while Mariana watched, laughing conspiratorially from the side, and me there all slutty getting fucked. The kid hesitated a second, eyes wide, but he came, kneeling behind me, the head of his cock brushing my entrance, hot and slippery, and me wiggling lightly to guide him, thinking "just do it, you little bastard, shove it in".

I'd never in my life done it with a guy in this position, not that he was some prime example of a man, but he was getting the job done. Think about it: the inexperienced boy was fucking two hot pieces — yeah, we're two gorgeous hotties! — and so far he was holding his own.

I felt when his cock slid in, and oh my God, my eyes rolled back, my legs shook all over, I went limp in this weird way that I thought I'd piss right there if my bladder was full. The heat of the head opening everything up, the warm skin sliding slow, stretching my walls inside until it hit bottom, that delicious pressure filling every inch. He stopped there, gave a quick tremble, a short pause, and I took a deep breath, chest rising fast.

He started slow, a lazy in-and-out, the hot friction rubbing everything, the wet slapping sound rising low with every thrust. I looked at Mariana and let out, voice shaking:

"Fuck... it's good, right?"

I wanted to explain what I was feeling, the pleasure rising like a hot wave from my clit to my stomach, but the thing inside me wouldn't let me talk straight, just rough moans of bliss coming out. That was paradise and I was probably dead and didn't know it.

The boy started picking up the pace, his hands gripping my thighs, pounding harder, his cock hitting deep every time, his balls slapping my ass with a wet smack. I lost myself completely, started on all fours arched and now my face was buried in the mattress, tits smashed against the bed, ass arched even higher, grinding back to meet every thrust. Mariana next to me laughed loud, smacked my ass with stinging slaps that felt good, shook my hips and yelled "go on, you slut! arch more!", and the kid kept thrusting nonstop, sweat dripping on my back.

That didn't make me cum, but it was intense as fuck and lasted a long time, my whole body tense, the pleasure building like a ball of fire that wouldn't explode, just burned hotter and hotter. And we only stopped because he got tired.

"Ah, I need to rest a bit," he complained, out of breath, pulling out slow from inside me, his cock still hard and shiny all wet.

I was gonna bitch like hell, but when I turned to look at his face, I saw the kid was wrecked: dripping sweat, face red, breathing heavy like he'd run a full marathon. I thought "imagine if I kill this boy, these rich kid nerds are all asthmatic and this one's not the type to even run for the bus". Poor guy, he was done for.

He got up stumbling and headed to the bathroom, probably to splash cold water on his face or his dick, who knows. We two lay there on the huge bed, hugging, laughing at the whole mess, bodies limp, the AC chilling our sweaty skin.

"Jujubes, you look so fucking hot on all fours, look what you did to me," she slid two fingers in her own pussy and when she pulled them back showing, it looked like she'd dipped them in a whole tube of craft glue, fingers shining and sticky.

My pussy was a river of wetness, skin purple, swollen and super sensitive, like after a beating of horniness that wouldn't quit. In the few times this happened I ended up as tired as today, whole body heavy, legs still shaking.

"Mariana, I can't even remember the last time I got this tired fucking someone," I paused trying to recall when. "With a guy, none."

Actually I remember the epic blowjob I gave my stepdad and I got a little tired from sucking, but a blowjob isn't sex. I was gonna mention Diana's house that Mariana wasn't at...

"Yeah cousin, I think I only got this tired with you and that one time with us two and Diana."

Mariana looked to the side, let out a low laugh and came with this, voice still hoarse from lust:

"Damn, I'd totally call Diana to come over here, you know? Imagine us three in this giant bed, messing everything up..."

"That'd be awesome, but the kid would die just seeing her and no way she'd come fuck the kid with us."

"Why not?" she raised an eyebrow, that naughty smile coming back.

"Uh, she's all prissy."

"Uh, Julia, there's no prissy in slutting around..." she got closer, pressing her body against mine, hand sliding slow over my belly. "Diana's the type who pretends she doesn't want it, but once she gets into it, she turns into someone else. Remember that time? She showed up all proper and ended up scissoring with us till sunrise."

"Yeah, but she'd look at Tommy and say 'who's this skinny kid?'" I laughed, feeling her heat pressed against me again, sweaty skin sticking to mine, that good sex smell mixed with her perfume that I know by heart.

"Yeah, but we'd convince her. Imagine: her here, licking you while I sit on his face... or both of us on him at the same time. It'd be the hottest chaos ever."

"You're crazy, Mari," I said, but already feeling my clit throb just imagining it, a hot twinge rising between my legs again, even with my whole body limp from exhaustion. "Why don't we just call the whole family and have an orgy?"

"Pedro and Otávio?" she had a lightbulb moment, eyes lighting up like she'd won the lottery.

"Yeah, but forget it, if they come and the little shit gets jealous and says we're bringing boyfriends here, it'll cause shit for me later."

"But they're our cousins..."

"And the little shit ain't dumb. He already figured we're here for some fun, if a cousin shows up sticking his dick in us, he'll tell Aunt Katia right away, and then we're fucked."

Mariana let out a low belly laugh, rolling lightly on top of me, her tits brushing mine, nipples still hard from lust.

I laughed softly, body relaxing bit by bit, but my clit still pulsing lightly just thinking about the mess. "Fuck, we're crazy for real," I thought, hugging her tighter, feeling her heart beat against mine.