She Came As a Surprise.

She Came As A Surprise

Lucas took the key from her and carefully unlocked the front door. He hoped that no one would hear them because it was already very late, in fact, the early hours of the morning. His girlfriend's mother, Nancy, might be at home after her nursing work at the local hospital and would be asleep by now, and her father would still be on duty as a shift manager at a large distribution warehouse on the edge of the town, close to a motorway hub.

He and Zara, his girlfriend of some months, had not gotten together at her place before and he had yet to know his way around. It did not help that they had each had a skinful and he had decided on getting a taxi to her place.

And although he was dead tired, he knew and felt that he had to have sex with Zara before they went to sleep. They snuck into her bedroom and undressed very quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Naked and Zara submitting to his kisses for a moment, he groped for her breasts and slid his fingers over her pussy's lips, her mound shaved smooth. Zara interrupted him before he got her too aroused.

"I don't feel like it. I've had way too much to drink and one of those party pills, someone gave me, has done the rest," she said and pushed him away as she yawned deeply.

"Now you tell me," he muttered, feeling aroused and restraining himself from calling her names.

She had been turning him on all evening and had let him fondle her when they had been on the dance floor at the nightclub. He had reckoned there would be an end to a week of not having had sex and now he stood in the dimly lit room and watched her slip on a nightie and curl up under the covers.

"That's it, is it?" he growled.

"Yes, sorry. I'll make it up to you... soon. Now, I just have to sleep... the bathroom's down along the landing."

And with those last words, and on a deep yawn, the room was plunged into darkness.

Damn it! He didn't know the place and it's pitch dark. He needed to go to the toilet and slowly stepped towards where he thought the door was and stepped into what he reckoned would be the bathroom.

He slid his hands over the landing wall and found a light switch and saw the glow under the door. He pushed on it, the glare of light off the white tiles making him blink. He looked down at his erect cock and realized that it would be impossible to aim it at the toilet bowl. So, he sat down and tried to pee, shoving his straining stiff pole down towards the bowl as he sat.

He passed very little urine and after ten minutes he gave up, washed his hands and then took slow steps along the darkened landing and was happy when he thought he had found the bedroom door again. Like a blind man, he groped around until he found the bed, carefully slipping in and snuggled up against a warm body.

Zara didn't move.

Carefully, he stroked her thighs and whispered, "Are you asleep yet, Zara?"

"Hmmm..." he heard, which was just a sigh.

Lucas put his arm around her, hugged the arm body, pulled away what he could of her nightie, and pushed his stiff pole between her buttocks. She responded, reaching back to grip his hip and squirmed against him, moved her buttocks against his penis, moaning so softly as his free hand groped her mound and coaxed her legs apart, lifting one over his hip as he lay against her.

He began to slowly stroke her slit.

First, he slowly massaged her labia before stroking caresses and probing his fingers into her. He was surprised how tight she was and dry, but his ways with her soon had Zara get wet and to open some more for his probing and slicking fingers.

He was surprised by how long it was taking; it usually did not take long for him to get Zara fully aroused and open to receive him. He heard her soft moans and then he felt her get wet; not damp but soaking wet, her moisture slicking his fingers and her pussy's lips.

Normally, Zara needed moments of long foreplay before she was able to have sex. But now, late into the night, it seemed to be a different story; his caresses and probing of fingers was making her wetter and ready for him, open to the penetration of another finger, both sliding in and swirling over her pussy's walls, his caresses matched by the strokes and tugs of Zara's hand on his penis as she reached behind her.

It all felt so different, the drink that they had consumed at the party seemingly having a different effect upon them now, in spite of Zara's denials of his sought after claims upon her body.

"Go on!" he heard a muffled voice gasp softly and he was surprised at the sounds that she gave.

Zara was moaning deeply, squirmed as his fingers stroked and poked into her, Zara |moving to set the rhythm, one hand squeezing on his penis all of the time that he did so. "Go on... go on!"

She moaned deeply in encouragement of his ways with her in the darkened room. Usually, Zara was quiet during sex but now, as he fingered her wildly, her moans grew louder; she squirmed; her as breaths became deeper and gave a sign of the pleasure she was feeling because of what he did with her.

It was a departure from usual ways.

That was enough foreplay, he thought, the tension and cramps of longing that he felt in his groin, the twitching of his penis and its throbbing, a sure sign of his wanting to fuck the body that he was claiming.

Zara was so quiet, but why waste breaths on talk when they could soon take to each other and fuck, as he'd wanted to do all along when they had returned to her place?

He slid down, shifted position, and pressed his penis against her ass, groping for it as he began to slide his glans between her pussy's lips, swollen in arousal and slicked with her juices.

"So good... that feels so god," he said on a groan of pleasure as he felt her wetness and as the domed tip of his penis slid all the way into her clamping hot pussy until his hips brushed her buttocks.

"Ah... go on... go deeper, she moaned, and he responded as her pussy squeezed on his penis; his body possessed by insanely good feelings as he took her in this way and her claims on him so wonderfully different.

Never before did Zara's pussy feel so good, or did she work it on him. She was much wetter this time, and not nearly as tight as he moved in and out, or lingered at the edge with just his glans, large and domed, as it almost slipped out of her pussy before he drove back in, only deeper, his hips rocking and performing figures of eight to heighten their shared pleasure.

Her was moving without any problem, the friction heightening his pleasure that was matched by her soft whimpers. It had never felt so good to him, and he chose to increase the pace and Zara started moaning in time with his movements and panted breaths. How he had begun to love hearing her moans.

"We should do it this way more often... and you're so horny now," he moaned.

And she answered in a soft whispering voice: "You too, you are so..." and then she said in a muffled tone and admiration in her voice, "you're so stiff and so big!"

The words and what she did in response to his movements in her only spurred him on further and he fucked her faster and harder, lingering at the end of his deepest strokes. But the way they were lying against each other, now, he couldn't get to penetrate her deeper and as he wanted, even with her right leg resting on his thigh.

Only half of his shaft was in her, so he withdrew and coaxed Zara to lie on her tummy, brushing his shaft against her slit as he lay pressing down on her back, slow movements coaxing Zara to spread her legs further.

Maybe it was the drink he had consumed, during the evening, that muddled his judgement, but her ass felt bigger than usual. He was not fully into doing things this way, but he spread her buttocks and leaned in to licked her pussy from behind.

"Yes! Do me differently!" he heard her call out and something in her voice, its tone, startled him. It was not the voice of Zara, or her drunken state set him thinking. How mysterious it was becoming, the way they spoke to each other and how he wanted to take her.

She moaned louder.

Her pussy was now so wet that his saliva, along with the juice from her pussy, flowed back onto his face and lips as he licked her. He then decided to stick his tongue straight into her vagina and began to fuck her with his flickering and probing tongue.

"Oh, fuck me now!" she called out as her whole body juddered and began to shake.

She didn't have to ask it of him twice. Immediately, he settled against her, grabbed Zara hips to lift here off the bed enough to enter, thrusting deep and purposefully into her cunt, the spasms aroused by his entry then followed by the rhythmic squeezing and tugging.

"Yeah... oh yeah!" he murmured on panted breaths, as the tempo increased, his grip on her hips tightening, his thoughts possessed by how different she felt and behaved with him after saying she was feeling too wrecked from the party to let him take her.

He was thrusting furiously into her, the squeezes and tugs on his penis unlike anything they had shared before, he being able to penetrate deeply until his nuts slapped against her. He had never been so deep inside her pussy, nor felt the rhythmic rushes of pleasure that her responses to him aroused.

It seemed that the whole room was now filled with their moans and the sounds of squelching flesh and the slap of his balls bouncing off her bare buttocks, the nightgown she had put on now pushed up so that he could hold her against him, to grip and caress the tumble of her heavy breasts, to pinch on hard and erect nipples.

Everything that was happening had set him feel that this was the best sex with her since they had met.

Her cunt, her breast, her body's responses to what they were now doing felt wonderful. She was so wet and took all of him; her responses and the quivering of her body made him think, bizarrely, of a quivering pudding and although he was feeling tipsy and horny, he knew that he would fail to keep up with what they were doing and that she was demanding of him.

"I want to be on top of you now, honey... you horny darling!"

He was jolted out of his urgent ways with her.

The voice and demands made of him were different. On top of me, she had asked. She had never wanted that before they shared an orgasm in this way, he taking Zara from behind.

And yet, he lay on his back and his cock was reclaimed, was shoved back into her cunt and she rode him, her hands gripping his chest as she balanced on him. She sat on his long, and thick dick and rode him furiously, circling her hips and moving up and down. And she moaned, very loudly and he wondered if Nancy would hear them at it.

She put her hands on his chest and lifted herself until his dick almost went out of her and then lowered herself until it was completely inside her again, her panted breaths mixed with groans of pleasure at what was happening in the darkened, pitch-black room.

Suddenly she took his hands and guided them to her breasts. He didn't know why it was; maybe it was because he felt drunk, but her breasts suddenly felt much heavier than usual. And against his palms, as his hands gripped those swaying breasts, he felt two hard and big nipples.

"Yes, take them!" a voice called out.

"Zara?" he couldn't stop saying.

"No!" The body riding him stiffened and he heard a gasp of dismay. "Oh, my God! It's... Lucas!"

She squirmed and somehow turned on the bedside lamp.

"Yeah, it's me," he laughed softly. "This is some surprise."

She leaned forward with her upper body and pressed those huge breasts against his face. She laughed softly and moved her upper body; her stiff nipples stroked his face before the light was turned off.

"Finish what you started."

My god, how excited he now became and what they now did for each other had him feeling that he could not hold out for much longer; that he would cum at any moment now. He pushed her up and somehow, they turned until he was on top again and they fucked violently.

"Finish it, you horny young stud... fill me with your dick... make me cum!" she demanded on panting breaths of effort, groaning and pressing her mouth to his shoulder to stifle her cries.

It was then, as the coupled to a shattering and body-wracking orgasm that they heard the rumble of a motorcycle on the driveway below their window.

She pushed on him violently, tore her mouth away from his kisses as he gasped in pleasure and as he climaxed, his body shuddering and his penis leaping And when his penis felt cool air of the bedroom again, it was still squirting, and he squirted on her stomach, over her belly and against her pendulous breasts, then onto Nancy's frightened face.

"Go... get off me. Frank's come home from his shift work!"

The bedroom was bathed in soft light as she put on the bedside lamp and saw him move to stand the side of the bed.

She marvelled at the sight of him, his body strong and slender, his thick penis hanging down, flaccid now and turned slightly to the left. The word was only too crude but suited the occasion perfectly; she had been 'shafted' and now had to clean herself out by taking a shower.

"Go, be quick! I have had a crazy time with you to remember."

It was by far the best sex he had ever shared in, his lust matched by the thought of what he was engaged in and had pursued in different ways, only to discover that it was Zara's mother he had been fucking, in the strange and darkened room.

Everything had come as a wonderful surprise, and he now took to wondering how he could be in her company and not want to take her to bed and claim that slender, full-breasted and energetic body that had drained him of all that he had; that left him aching and his penis throbbing as never before.

Her bedroom door closed softly, but not before he had time to see Nancy stumble to the en-suite bathroom and to hear the shower being turned on.

Yes, the evening and then early morning had come as an exhausting reward for Zara's denial of him, but now there would be a price to be paid; the end of both relationships, perhaps.

He was unsure if he was ready for that, and the look of Nancy set him wondering if that thought had cropped into her mind too.

Time would tell, but the events of the night had come as an exhausting surprise.

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