I Want To Be Caught

I had come home from school. The afternoon was just too boring to face and I slipped out when the bell went to change classes. Now I am home.   I feel sweaty, tingly, antsy.   I want something more than just a quick cum.   I wander upstairs.   Every now and then, I think I can smell how sweaty I am.   My horny mind speaks to me. "Imagine if you were sweaty because you had just been laid"   The thought ripples through my body like a gently breeze causing ripples on a pond.   I feel a distant pulse in my clit.   I think about my pussy as I climb the stairs. Shaved smooth only this morning, I imagine her swollen lips and the moistness I can feel in my knickers.   My clit throbs stronger.   I take another couple of paces up the stairs, deciding to masturbate, but my mind takes control. "On no. Not so simple for you today.  You need more than a quick cum." I reach the landing, and turn to my room.   I see that my parents room door is open.   I stop and look at their bed. Did they do it last night? I think they may have. I heard a few moans and gasps. I imagine my mom on her back with my dad pounding inside her.   Did he cum there, or did she want something else.   Did she want his load on her, on her ass.   Before I know it, I am in their room sitting on the bed.   My heightened senses explore the room. Can I smell sex in the air?   I lay back and idly start to caress my breasts through my thin school blouse.   I didnt wear a bra today and my breasts are hard with the nipples painfully erect.   My pussy is beginning to throb inside now.   Pulse after regular pulse.   Again, I think of them.   Dad's cock sliding in and out of mom.   Her clutching his ass and pulling him deeper inside her.   My mom.   Young, pretty, well dressed.   Never one to be in any way slutty. My mom. On her back, devouring my dad.     Again, my evil mind says "I wonder if she has a vibe. Where would she keep it?  " I think for a moment and am almost about to discard the thought when I remember the drawer under the bed, her side.   I lean over and rummage in it.   My fingers curl around something long and hard. Sure enough, my mom has a vibe.   It is long and pick with a slightly turned up end.   It is also much thicker than I thought vibes were.   I twist the little control on the base and it hums into life.

                         For a moment, I just look at it, although at the same time, my pussy is leaking its cream into my knickers.   I spread my legs and enjoy the feeling of wetness.   I look again at the vibe.   This has been inside my mom. Her pussy has gripped it as she orgasmed.   I place it over my knickers on my clit which immediately responds with a little yelp of pleasure.   I move it around and grind my hips.   Oh yes.. this feels good. Then, my mind again "Put it inside you. Imagine, this has been in your mom.   Fuck yourself with it." I tug the white material of my knickers aside and push it up inside me.   My pussy grips it almost immediately and I take a deep breath to relax myself.   It slides in fully and I can feel the pressure of the tip on my g spot.    Its almost like needing to pee. I fuck myself slowly with it.   The tensions builds.   I speed up.   My mind speaks again.   "You dad has held this inside your mom." This makes my mouth open and I begin to pant.   Strange how I can be so absorbed in what I am doing, yet part of me is detached enough to make notes.   Again, my mind " It isn't a vibe.   Its your dad's cock.   He has seen you from the doorway and has come into the room, pulled the vibe from you and has pushed his dick deep in your pussy.   My ass writhes around on the bed.   I am panting hard now.    In, out in, out..it wont be long now.

I reach behind me and press a wet finger into my ass. "Yes, your mom likes his finger in her ass too.   Let him in both holes."    Suddenly like a tornado I am there.  Moaning, gasping shouting out   "Ohhh yesss.. daddy... yessssss fuck meeeeeee." The orgasm is like a tidal wave racing on and on.   A flood of wetness covers my hand.   Am I peeing? Squirting?  I don't care.   Oh so slowly, the orgasm starts to subside and I pull the slick vibe from my body, my mind already telling me that his dick is slippery with my juices and his sperm.   I hold the vibe in front of me.   I look at it and turn it around.   So wet, glistening.   My mind is quieter now, but she still whispers to me. "Put it back as it is." I do so.   I lay on the bed, running a finger over my nipples.   If I am not careful, I will start again.   The detached part of my mind soars above the bed and looks down.   I look young for my age.   I have to show my driers license a lot.   One guy said that I dont look older than about 15.   Imagine.   I'm underage too! laying on my parents bed, skirt up, blouse undone and one tiny breast peeking out.    My little white school knickers cumpled and wet.    I enjoy the moment.        

    What a little cock tease I look.     I wriggle a little.   I let my ass rise and fall off the bed. "Imagine," my brain says "your legs spread and your dad in you.   Your brother watching from the door, his cock in his hand."   I feel the tension rising again.   No. I don't want to do it again so soon.   "Fuck what you want, bitch."     My mind now sounds so like my kid brother. "Get the fuck up." I do so and stand shivering in my parents room.   I feel him tug me into the bathroom and push me into the shower stall.   He holds my hands above my head and my mind tells me I am scared.    I try to resist him, his hands roughly squeezing my breasts, his huge angry cock smearing pre cum all over my school skirt  . "I'm going to pop your cherry, sis."    Oh how my mind can role play! I feel scared..then I feel the rickle of pee run into my already soaked knickers and down my leg.   As it does, I feel the rush;  irresistable!     I jam a hand between my legs and let go, masturbating like a bitch in heat.    This orgasm, though intense is different.    They all are.    This time, I imagine my brother shooting his jiz into my mouth.   Again and again and again, I cum. It wont stop. I feel totally empty and drained. Is this like a whore feels? Sometimes, I can imagine  myself as a whore, taking a line of men one after another for money.    I stand in the shower and run warm soothing water over me.   I am still in my clothes but I dont care.   I want to be wet all over.   As the steam rises, so does the scent of my sex.   I strip and wash letting the soap run down my body like sperm.   I slowly return to reality, calming myself, breathing.    Feeling fully relaxed and at peace. Did I just imagine the bedroom door creak?