Fuensalida

Chapter 28

Chris sang, badly, in the shower. He was not really interested in carrying a tune, just the distraction. Cassie had gone out again and Celeste had holed herself away and did not want to be disturbed. Even after he had told her it was only him in the house with her she had still shunned him. He was tempted to take out a lot of frustration on his cock, but decided to ignore the need and had turned his shower on cold instead.

After his shower was through he pushed open the shower door and began groping for his towel, which he had thought he had left hanging over the towel rack but now was not there. He felt his towel nudge his hand and he took it, wiping his face dry, before looking out to see who had handed it to him.

He was pleasantly surprised when he saw her; he was ecstatic when she took a step back and he could see what she was wearing. He nearly dropped the towel in reaction to it and it took very little now for his cock to begin stirring again, even after the freezing temperatures.

“Merry Christmas,” she smiled up at him. To say she was dressed in nothing would be a lie, but her bare perky breasts and tight pussy were clearly visible from the lack of clothing. What completed this outfit were the red and white boots that went up to her knees, the red and white Santa hat clinging to her head, and the netted red gloves covering her hands. Even with the innocent face she looked positively naughty standing there.

The more he analyzed the more his cock grew. “Very… Merry…”

She kept that naughty little grin on her face, taking small steps back and away from him. He moved out of the shower to follow her, his cock growing harder still and he had yet to even touch her. Did she have any clue how hard she made him? How much he wanted to always be inside of her?

She made it worse, only she could manage to make the strain of his cock worse, to the point of painful. She spun around and faced the counter, looking into the mirror, throwing him another smile through the mirror, leaned forward, and shook her ass at him. He nearly rushed the last few steps over to her, putting his hands on her hips and rubbing his cock against her ass. “Mmm… very merry…”

She closed her eyes, leaning further forward, rubbing her ass against his cock. He moaned loudly, gripping her hips tighter, her hands wrapping around the counter and gripping it.

“Perfect outfit by the way,” he moaned against her.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

He grinned down at her, still rubbing against her, his slick body moving easily. “Are you my present?”

“Yes, I am,” she said quietly.

He moaned, rubbing harder. “Definitely my favorite gift.”

“Why is that?”

He patted her ass gently. “Because you’re my favorite.”

She wiggled her ass against his thick cock, even in this position she could feel it throbbing against her. “Favorite what?”

He moaned, sliding harder against her, deliberately leaving her question unanswered. She wiggled against him, rubbing herself back. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, wiggling his cock back against her.

She buried her face against the counter, afraid to look at him, even through the mirror. “I’m pretty sure you already know.”

“Do I?” he asked, almost innocently.

She nodded. “It’s… just what you asked for.”

“Oh really?” he asked, looking down at her soft ass. She nodded as answer and he grinned, moving his hands to her ass and spreading the cheeks a bit. “And this… is my present?” She whimpered and nodded again.

He almost regretted being as hard as he was only because it was going to hurt her that much more. It was not going to keep him from doing it, though. If she was going to offer he was going to take it. The desire to drive himself inside of her, any way possible, was far too strong.

He spread her wider, his hands shifting her ass cheeks. He shifted and moved, pushing the head against her tight opening. He already felt her wincing, and still he moved, gripping his shaft with one hand, holding her open with the other.

He heard her hiccup and could not stop from looking down at her, and did stop moving for just that moment. She felt his hesitation and blushed. “Sorry, I drank some Peppermint Schnapps,” she confessed. “I just wanted to… numb it a bit.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” he grinned, pushing the fat head into her ass. She cried out and gripped the counter tighter in her small hands. He moved his hand from his shaft and back to her ass, again using both hands to spread her as he pushed his cock deeper into her.

Celeste cried out in pain, shaking under him. “Talk… you have to talk to me this time.”

He pushed deeper still, moaning, pumping what he managed to push into her so far. He gripped her ass hard, looking down at the expanse of skin in front of him. “When did you decide to let me fuck your little ass?”

“When… you asked,” she stammered.

“Why?” He pumped a bit harder, forcing himself even deeper, watching her stretching ass take him in.

“A couple of reasons…” she whimpered loudly, wincing with the effort, trying to hold herself still.

“Being?” Another hard push.

“It’s… what you wanted!” she cried out loudly, kicking at the counter as he moved.

“Yes… And?” Deeper still.

“A…and… I wanted my gift.”

One last hard thrust had him buried inside of her tight ass, and her screaming out in shock, in pain, and closing her eyes tightly to try to block out most of the senses. She panted, her breasts heaving against the counter and he grinded deeper into her, moaning himself.

Celeste let out a small sob, shaking, her ass tight around his thick cock. “Ignore… that.. I’ll be fine,” she insisted.

“If you… insist,” and in return he smacked her ass to feel her jerk around his cock and moaned hard, pushing and shoving deeply into her. “Oh fuck… this is perfect.”

“So… the other stuff… isn’t?” she tried to joke.

“So not… what I said!” he smacked her ass and squeezed it tightly, moving deeply inside of her ass. It was surprising to her that she felt it deep inside of her, causing her to grow a bit wet as he moved in and out of her ass. She felt herself dripping a bit down her thighs, even as she winced at the pain.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Have I mentioned how much… I love this present?”

“You… might have,” she whimpered loudly.

The problem with their situation now was that Celeste, having not wanted to have alerted Chris to her entering the room, had not secured the door close. There had been no need, Cassie had gone out for the day. What they did not expect is that Cassie was trying to catch them again and had conveniently forgotten something in the bedroom. When she stepped in to the bedroom she heard her daughter’s screams and his grunts. She moved to the open door and looked in, pushing it a bit further open to take a good look at Chris’s naked body pumping his thick cock into her daughter’s tight as. Her daughter, eyes closed, face laying on the counter, had tears streaming down her eyes, and blood dripping down her legs. This time Cassie’s panic started to kick in, her daughter was in trouble.

Chris caught a glimpse of Cassie in the mirror while he pumped into Celeste and saw the panic and fury written on her face. Before she spoke, before she could ruin this moment between the two of them, he gripped Celeste tighter and said, “I need you… to stroke… your pussy for me.”

To Cassie’s amazement, Celeste whimpered and did just that. She slide her hand down her body and to her wet pussy, shaking as she moved.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, his voice kind even while his actions were violent, “I’ll hold you up.”

She brushed her fingers along the wet folds, stroking herself slowly. She slid her finger up and down her body, his hands tight on her, holding her as she did what he wanted, and what she wanted.

“That’s it,” he moaned, his gaze on Celeste though he still felt Cassie’s eyes over his shoulder, “don’t you want your pussy nice and wet… so I can… pound,” he moved harder and faster into her ass, “this big cock into it… over and over?”

“That’s it,” he moaned, “touch yourself. Tell me… how badly… you need me..”

She pushed her finger to her clit, shaking around him. “I … I need you Chris!”

“Tell me…” he moaned, pumping her harder, “tell me… when you’re fucking soaked and dripping for… my big cock…”

Celeste’s face turned bright red, and still she did not let it deter her. “I am… every time I see you…”

“Then… you know… what do beg for…”

Celeste blushed, shaking. “You just… want to hear me… say it!”

“Yes, I do!” He pushed harder, grinding into her ass, listening to her cry out and lift.

“Fuck me… Chris!” she screamed out, aching for him, tearing at the counter. “Please… fuck me!”

He happily obliged, wrenching his cock from her body and shifting to pound it deeply into her aching pussy. She arched back and cried out in pleasure. He could feel the heat of her need as he buried himself and it made him moan to know how much she had wanted it even as he hurt her delicate body.

Cassie could not handle any more. She stepped out of the room, still hearing the vivid sounds of their raucous fucking, for there was not a better word for what they were doing. She moved in a daze, slipping out of the bedroom and out of the house, unable to believe her daughter had been lying to her this much. She thought he was coercing her, forcing her, if anything, despite the scene the first time. This scene, there was no denying how much Celeste was begging for it.

Upstairs Chris could not control himself, pounding into Celeste quickly, fervently, feeling her squeezing pussy growing tight quickly. She was more sensitive from the push into her ass, her walls intensifying the feel of his cock driving through her. She thought this would be a horrible moment and instead she felt herself ready to cum already, her orgasm already on the brink.

She shuddered, trying not to kick at him as he moved deeper into her. He felt her growing tighter around him, and tighter, and he wanted it. He would not stop until she was dripping down his length, his cock rubbing that spot that had her voice rising in pleasure.

With a quick jerk she was screaming, dripping over his cock as he moved harder. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, feeling her orgasm dripping onto him. “Fuck, yes…” He kept pumping her hard, his cock swelling. She squirmed and writhed, doing her best to move with him as he continued his movements. “Ready… for… this?”

“Yes!”
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“Are you…” another hard push, “sure?”

“Yes!” she screamed out, opening her eyes, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Chris… give it to me!”

Happily, he obliged her, the seed of his cock flowing into her, filling her quickly. She shuddered and moaned in pleasure while he continued to move, giving her every last drop from him. He gave her every last drop, her body happily taking it from him.

Chris slowly pulled his cock out of her tight body. Promptly the girl began to slide down. He reached out and gripped her, lifting her off of her feet and into his arms. “Going to live?”

She was trembling, leaning her head against his shoulder. “No.”

“Do it anyway,” he commanded, carrying her out of the bathroom and through his and Cassie’s bedroom.

“Why do I need to live anyway?” she asked him.

He stopped, chuckling a bit down at her. “So, you wanted to become my favorite just so you could die on me? Not allowed.”

She giggled, wiggling in his arms. “KI was already your favorite, I want to become your only."

He nodded, not able to deny she had always been his favorite. “Which would be difficult, and gross, if you died.”

“Um… right,” she agreed with a pout. “And if I live?”

“Sounds reasonable to me,” he said quietly.

Celeste, for a brief moment, looked positively beaming, but as was her style she tried to hold it back and raise a questioning eyebrow. “Reasonable?”

“Don’t think I’m up for it?” he asked, pulling her closer against him.

“I’m hoping you are,” she admitted.

“Really?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Then why are you trying to die?”

“I’m not,” she huffed. “I’m just feeling whiny… it hurts.”

Chris’s eyebrows furrowed in concern for her. He may have enjoyed every moment of pounding her, but there were repercussions and now his worry for her overcame all pleasure. “Bed?”

“Yes,” she said softly. He carried her through his bedroom and into the hallway, across to her bedroom. “Is it really going to happen?” she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He smirked, “Taking you to bed?” She let out a long suffering sigh that only she could accomplish so succinctly. “Going to get pouty now for no reason?”

“Just say it,” she demanded of him.

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “No, not like that, you need to say it.” He started to open his mouth and she snapped, “Don’t give me that look, just indulge me.”

Chris laid her gently onto the bed and crawled into it with her, moving over her a bit, looking down into her eyes. “You’re the only one I want,” he told her with all seriousness. “You didn’t figure that out months ago?”

“When why keep sleeping with her?” she blurted out. Then she shook her head and whispered, “Never mind. I don’t want to ruin this.” He shook his head and shifted off of her, patting her sort ass. “What? I’m being good. I took back the ridiculous question.”

He slid down beside her, turning her onto her side, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her gently against his body.

“What are you going to tell her when you stop… sleeping with her?” Celeste asked.

“Hmmm,” he said, contemplating. “That I’m dedicating myself to fucking her daughter?” Silence on the other side of the bed. He could only grin. “No good?”

“No.” Celeste shifted into the blankets. “But… she’ll probably figure it out.”

“Probably,” Chris agreed, brushing a strand of Celeste’s hair out of her face.

Celeste closed her eyes, blocking out the rest of the thoughts swirling through her head. Sometimes he wondered if she studied so hard so she would not have to think about what was happening to her or around her. It might have been a good way to live, albeit quite unhealthy. Still, he watched her relax and start to drift into dreams and he could only push tighter against her, still holding onto her as he fell asleep beside her.