Chapter 7

Later that night, we went to the local pub for tea and a few drinks, came back to my place, and Hamish stayed overnight for the first time after Mum grudgingly relented, screwing the night away like newlyweds. We tried to keep the noise level down, but with me being very orgasmic, several of my climaxes were loud. I couldn’t help myself, and knowing my parents were in the room next to mine, I’m sure Mum would have been listening to our moaning and groaning. It will be interesting to see what reception we get at breakfast tomorrow.

Early the following morning. “Mmmmm, I love waking up to you eating my pussy,” I mewled while he spread my labia wide and put his tongue as deep into me as he could, followed by two fingers up my sopping twat, and fingered me, as he lay between my spread legs. After withdrawing his fingers from my muff, he wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding me tight as he slowly licked from my perineum to my clit, then sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, making rude sucking noises as he went and resumed fingering my honey pot.

He feasted on my juices, slurping and sucking as much cunt juice as he could from my juicy wet muff, groaning as he did. His licking became frantic up and down my slit, teasing my clit while fucking my twat with his fingers. He was bringing me to climax, and I was so turned on, going crazy from how he pleasured me. “Fuck me, pleeease fuck me,” I moaned.

“Will you let me blindfold you?”

“You what? Where does this come from? ... Have you got a kinky side that I don’t know about? And have you any more surprises? ... I’m not sure, ... we can try and see what it’s like.”

He didn’t respond and wrapped a t-shirt around my head, plunging me into darkness. It felt so weird lying naked and blindfolded, not knowing what came next. Then he moved up the bed, lifted my legs, placed his arms behind my knees as I took hold of his throbbing member, rubbed it up and down my wet box, lined him up and then thrust his lance deep and hard into my welcoming snatch and began nailing me to the bed.

We kissed passionately, frantically, noisily open-mouthed; we were going at it as if we had never had sex before. Did my little chat with him yesterday spur him on, driving me towards orgasmic bliss? Or was it that I had let him blindfold me? Who knows, who cares? He was going for it, hammer and tongs fucking my brains out, giving me what I asked for.

When he grabbed my wrists, held them in one hand over my head and pounded my box, making me moan as he drove me to a body-shaking climax, leaving me convulsing as orgasm after orgasm kept me on a high, not letting me come down as he jackhammered into me.

He let out a deep roar when he shot his baby-making batter deep up my cunt, into my womb so hard my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my hands turned into fists, clamping and releasing grasping at air as I moaned loudly when he thrust up me again releasing more little swimmers, he was panting and grunting, while continuing to hold my hands above my head, as he jerked and bucked his hips until he stopped spasming and collapsed on top of me, sweating, breathing hard while he calmed down.

“My god. What got you so fired up this morning after we fucked most of the night away? Was it the blindfold and holding my hands above my head controlling me; was that it? You got me super turned on when you did that, you wicked man.”

“I was horny and wanted to make it feel like I owned you, and I could do what I wanted ... yeah, being more assertive is something I wanted to do, particularly after our chat, plus I wanted to make the most of spending our first night in your bed.”

“Last night was probably the only night you will spend in my bed with all the noise we made. Mum would have had her ear against the wall listening ... Hey, I’ve just had a wicked thought ... Can you imagine if Dad was behind her, giving it to her up her arse as she was listening? My God, just mentioning it is enough to put me off. Let alone thinking about it.”

“Is that what you reckon your Mum and Dad would do? Fuck each other while listening to us.”

“No. But you have no idea about Mum. She sees me as a little girl and wants to protect me from you. She can’t get her head around I’m having sex. Prepare for a grilling at breakfast, and I don’t mean toast or tomatoes.”

“Maybe I should POQ without her seeing me?”

“Don’t be a chicken. Show her you are happy to have spent the night with me, hold me, cuddle me, and let her know we are happy to be together. Keep your mouth shut. I’ll do the talking.”

“Yes, ma’am, anything you say, ma’am.”

“You are a dickhead sometimes, aren’t you?’

“If you say so.”

I slipped on a short nightie with sheer panties to provoke Mum, while Hamish wore a pair of silky boxers and a t-shirt, and then we went to join the family for breakfast at ten.

We walked down the hall expecting a barrage of questions and dirty looks when all we got was Jason, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Wow, I love that see-through nightie you’re wearing. What about your great tits with perky nipples; you’ll have me hard in no time. Hey, why don’t you bend over and let me see your sheer panties? I’m sure Hamish won’t mind. And what about the noise you two made last night? Fuck, it was loud enough to wake the dead. Pity the poor people in the room next to you on your wedding night and honeymoon. They’ll be banging on the walls telling you to keep quiet,” Jason said while smirking.