Playing with Fire Ch. 01

When my boyfriend Kieron proposed to me, I didn't hesitate to say yes. We were both twenty-two, together since high school. He was the one, my happily ever after. Our families and friends were thrilled, and with a wedding to now save for, as well as a deposit for a house, his dad Brian suggested we give up our rented apartment and move in with him, so we could save the money.

Brian was a fifty-year-old, divorced, project manager for an engineering company. Tall, broad shouldered and handsome, with wavy, black-grey hair, and a clean-shaven face. He was also difficult to read most of the time. I found him unassuming and stoic. But that was fine. Kieron and I accepted his offer and moved in to start saving money.

However, it took me a few weeks to settle in. Brian was relaxed. He worked during the week, and on weekends, he met up with his photography friends, visiting beauty spots. I was an estate agent and Kieron was an electrician. But I became frustrated with a few things I hadn't considered. I missed the liberation of walking around in lingerie, or braless in just a t-shirt and underwear.

I felt constantly on my guard, suppressing my playful, exhibitionist tendencies and freedoms. To add insult to injury, Kieron became oddly reserved about sex. I understood he didn't want his dad to hear us, especially the noises I make when I orgasm, but his passion was on mute. I had to buy a dildo to fill the gap, literally. I couldn't even order it online, in case Brian took the delivery when I wasn't home.

I missed the spontaneity of our relationship, the way Kieron used to grab me as soon as I entered the old apartment, tearing at my clothes, kissing me passionately, and the way he'd bend me over the kitchen table, hitching up my skirt and yanking down my knickers to fuck me hard. Even showering together, fucking like bunnies under the hot water. All gone.

I was a young woman, a constantly horny one too, but only Kieron got to see the sexy devil inside of me. As a curvaceous, blue-eyed brunette, with a large bosom and a bubbly personality, I was fully aware of the effect I could unintentionally invoke in men. I had a responsibility to myself and my fiancé to act accordingly. So, I generally portrayed myself as an elegant young lady.

Then something extraordinary happened...

Kieron and I were drinking in a pub with our friends one Friday evening, when I began to feel horny. Nothing unusual about that. But I was really horny. Like, take me down an alley and fuck me up against the wall, kind of horny. I needed my fiancé to ravage me senseless. He would never take me down an alley, so back home it was. Kieron smiled at my mischievous signals and ordered a taxi.

Arriving at the house, I dragged him into the living room and turned the lamp on, while demanding he fuck me hard. I didn't want to make love in bed or spend ages kissing and groping on the sofa. I wanted to suck his fat cock and get fucked. Alcohol has that effect on me. But I don't need to get smashed to get smashed, tipsy on wine will do the trick.

"Jemma," Kieron laughed, when I pushed him down onto the sofa. He fell so easily. "Let's go upstairs, so my dad doesn't see us."

I laughed at his caution. "Relax for once. Your dad will be dreaming about one of his photography trips by now," I told him, going down in a pair of tight jeans and a black, halter neck top, my breasts bouncing as I knelt on the floor and unbuckled his belt. "Besides, where's the fun in playing safe?"

"I just don't want him to catch us. I don't want my dad to see you like this," Kieron fretted, but he didn't stop me getting his cock out.

"It'll be fine," I giggled, as his meat sprang free. I loved his cock, so smooth and thick.

I took him in my hand and leaned forward, licking his erection and bulbous head as I retracted his foreskin. My fiancé surrendered immediately, throwing his head back and groaning. I smirked at the victory and got busy, fondling his balls and stroking his shaft from the base, while I devoured his engorged head, mixing his salty pre-cum with my saliva. I was on fire.

"Ohhh," Kieron sighed, consumed by the warmth of my eager mouth. He ran his fingers through my long, brown hair. "Fuck."

I sucked faster, taking him deeper. Kieron wasn't huge, but he was above average with girth. Through trial and error, I learnt how to give him good head, by taking on board the things he did and didn't enjoy. His was the only cock I'd ever known. I did the same with him too, until he knew exactly how I wanted my pussy to be eaten out.

Bobbing my head up and down in his lap, the living room filled with the sounds of his groans and my mouth sucking and slurping around his cock, I tried to apply pressure at my crotch, desperately needing to touch myself, but the jeans were too thick, so I took Kieron to the brink of ejaculation, then stood up to remove my clothes.

"Let's go upstairs," he urged, as I urgently unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of black lace knickers that did little to hide how wet and swollen my shaven mound was. I was gagging for it.

"Why? We always do it in bed," I complained, stepping out of my jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. "I want you right here, right now," I giggled, hooking my thumbs in at the sides of my underwear, sliding them down slowly, my eyes glinting.

"That's where we have to do it," he chuckled, his cock rising proud between his legs, my aching hole demanding I sit on it.

"Screw that," I laughed. "We're twenty-two, not eighty-two," I reminded him with a mischievous grin, straddling his lap. "Relax, your dad won't hear us. I promise."

Breathing excitedly, I rubbed the spongy head of his cock along my slit, then, with a slow, deliberate grind, I impaled myself onto his thickness, my inner walls tightening around his girth as I took him fully. "Ohhh, that's what I need," I moaned. "Oh yes."

"Uhh, you win," Kieron grunted, holding my hips tight. "You're soaking," he murmured.

"Oh yes..." I sighed, my buttocks resting on his thighs, his cock buried deep inside me. "Oh, yes... I love it... but we don't do this enough," I complained kindly, clamping my vaginal walls around his girth like a vice.

I loved the feeling of always having to take a few moments to accommodate Kieron. I think that was my initial hook on sex when he penetrated me for the very first time, years before, when we gave each other our precious virginities. It felt good then, and it felt good now, so intense, so damn right.

"Fuck, Jemma," he muttered, his hands pulling on my hips. "Your pussy feels amazing."

"Then why won't you go back to how we used to fuck? God, I miss those days." I hinted strongly, rocking my hips in a steady rhythm, feeling every inch of him inside me.

"I think I will," he chuckled. I can tell you now that he didn't.

As I rode his cock, my full halter top bounced enticingly in front of his face, and the room filled with the sounds of our passion and lust. I love the feeling of being on top, being in control. Sex brings that out in me, particularly drunken sex. Its as if I'm a different person, free to express myself, liberated and uninhibited, and nothing beats a bloody damn good orgasm.

Then, something shifted in the doorway to the living room, a shadowy figure. Was it Brian or my imagination? My attention, which had been focussed on the throbbing sensation between my legs, suddenly snapped to the door. I slowed down my movements as my breathing increased for a different reason, but I didn't alert Kieron.

He was lost in his own need for release, as my body moved against his. He didn't even notice I was distracted. He was completely unaware that something had grabbed my attention. That something was indeed his dad. My heart raced, but instead of freaking out and stopping, a strange, intoxicating need to continue spread throughout me. It felt thrilling and forbidden as Brian watched.

I didn't fancy Brian. Yes, I thought he was handsome for a mature guy, and in good shape for his age, but he was over twice my age, my fiancés dad, my future father-in-law. Once he knew he'd been caught by just me, and I hadn't panicked or informed his son, he stepped into the dim light and stared directly into my eyes, giving me an injection of overwhelming excitement and desire.

I rebuilt my rhythm and reached behind my neck, lifting the halter-top over my head, exposing my young breasts and dark pink nipples to Brian's mature gaze. I threw the top to the floor and leaned back, stretching behind me to put my hands on Kieron's legs. Chest thrust forwards, adrenaline in my veins, my full and heavy breasts bounced freely, my nipples rock-hard and tingling.

Being watched sent electricity up my spine, but knowing it was my fiancés dad, fuelled my desire like never before. He wasn't spying on us, he was watching me, intently, his future daughter-in-law, riding his son. His deadpan expression, combined with his eyes fixed on my face and breasts, was impossible to read. It was scary and exciting not being able to assume his thoughts.

"Fuck me, Kieron!" I begged hoarsely, my pussy suddenly going crazy around his cock.

"Oh, yes!" he growled, thrusting off the sofa. "Ride it, baby! Ride that cock hard!"

With my eyes locked with Brian's, I threw myself forward, repositioning my hands on Kieron's smooth chest, my breasts still bouncing in full view of father and son. I began to play with my mounds, squeezing and teasing my nipples between my fingers, deliberately and provocatively. My fiancé grunted as his hands moved to grab my breasts, unaware we had a family voyeur.

"I love your big tits," he hissed, taking hold of my soft flesh. But my eyes were fixed on his dad, who still stood in silence, unnerved.

"Suck my nipples," I instructed Kieron. "I love it when you play with my tits," I said looking at Brian. "Yes, yes, oh my God, I love feeling your cock inside me. Make me cum."

As Brian watched me watching him, my movements became more urgent, more desperate. I was panting for air, dealing with the deep pleasure filling my pussy and being watched. Then Kieron started sucking on my nipples, his groans vibrating against my breasts, stimulating all the little nerve endings inside them. God, it was amazing.

"Yes! I'm gonna cum! Yes! Yes!" I howled, riding Kieron as hard and as fast as I could.

"Damn, Jemma. What were you drinking in the pub... rocket fuel?" my fiancé chuckled for a moment. "Ohh, that's so fucking good."

"Just fuck me! I'm almost there!" I begged at the top of my lungs. I swear I felt Brian's gaze burning into my flesh, my breasts, my soul.

My head fell back, my long, brown hair hanging behind me as my breasts heaved with each ragged breath. Then it hit me full force. I raised my head and wrapped my arms around Kieron's neck, suffocating him with my mounds of soft flesh. As I stared straight at Brian, still dead serious, he watched me unashamedly climax on his sons cock. It was so strong and euphoric.

In that moment, I was caught up in the best orgasm of my life, screaming and shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through me. Brian witnessed every single second of it. Then he got to watch something his son hadn't done in ages. Kieron told me to get down on my knees again, once my climax had subsided.

"Huh?" I replied, dazed and light headed.

"I wanna cum over your tits!" he exclaimed, about to ejaculate.

The room seemed to shrink and become blurry. Before I knew it. I was on my knees, naked, with Kieron masturbating frantically at my chest. Glancing past his shaking legs, towards the door, I held my breasts up and pressed them together. My fiancé had painted them many times before we moved in, but not since, and now his dad was going to witness that too. My mind was blown.

"Uhhh, here it comes," Kieron grunted, his eyes locked onto my breasts, his hand moving back and forth like no tomorrow. "Uhhh! Fuck! I'm gonna cover them!"

Thick ropes of warm cum blasted from the end of his cock, landing above the crest of my breasts, sliding down into the crevice. Groaning his head off, he aimed at my left breast, then the right one, dumping his sperm onto my body until he had nothing left to give, leaving me in one hell of a sticky mess before he fell back onto the sofa.

"Fuck," Kieron breathed. "I needed that."

I glanced towards the door to find Brian curiously skirting his eyes over me, taking in the aftermath of what had just happened inside his living room. My face flushed, my breasts covered in cum, running down my body onto my stomach, and my hairless mound, swollen and puffy, the intensity extinguished like a fire having been put out.

"Are you going to get me something that I can use to clean myself with?" I asked my fiancé rhetorically, as an insidious smirk stretched across my face at Brian.

"Yeah, of course," Kieron beamed proudly at his cum glistening on my breasts.

As he stood up, his dad quickly and quietly walked away, leaving me to wonder why I felt the way I did, possessed by a level of energy and desire that was both scary and exhilarating. How was I supposed to live under the same roof as my future father-in-law now?

But more importantly and perhaps more worryingly, what on earth had I unlocked?