I hate weekends.
The weekdays are so full of fun, things to look forward to, excitement, naughty thoughts, lustful behaviour and orgasms to die for, from a lover that can't get enough of my teenage body, complete with blossoming tits that just keep growing.
At the moment my head is cocked to one side as I look out of the bedroom window and up into the trees that coat the mountainside. Birds of prey circle in the distance, their eagle eyes scouting the ground for easy prey, a bit like my fingers circling my nipples sending throbbing vibes down to my clit. I know that's where my fingers are going to end up, deep inside my sopping wet cunt, circling my juicy lips before they attack my clit with eager abandonment.
My eyelids are heavy as I watch the wind caress the tops of the trees. I can feel an intense throbbing in my nipples as I flick them both at the same time. My cunt aches for attention. Tingling. Urging me to hurry up. It can fucking wait because if there’s one thing my lover has taught me, that is to spend as much time on your tits as you can.
That’s when the squeaky noise of the bed springs and softer banging of the headboard starts from next door. Mum and dad having their early morning fuck. They make the most of it on weekends, and it seems they are always at it.
To be fair, I can understand why. Dad works away from home all week, he’s a hard worker, committed to providing for the both of us and the weekend is all the time he gets to relax and release that tension that builds up during the week. All that pent-up emotion has to go somewhere, right? And that somewhere is my mum's pussy.
Right now, my tits are aching and I desperately need them to be sucked. I’m close to doing it myself, and if they grow just a little bit more, I’ll be able to flick my tongue over my nipples. That would be fucking electrifying if only I could do that. I reckon it will be about six weeks at the most the way they are growing. I can't wait.
But right now, I have to content myself with pinching them. Pulling on them, extending both teats, pulling my tit flesh with them until I let go and they rebound making my breasts wobble like fuck. The action is repeated time and again because I love the way they shake and shiver before coming to rest on my chest.
I’m not the only person who likes to see them wobble either. My lover does too. She likes to sit behind me with her naked breasts tickling my back, her hands start by caressing my shoulders, falling off the ends, down and under my arms, before stretching out in front of me cupping my breasts on the way and squashing them together with a satisfying sigh. She wobbles them energetically before squeezing and pulling on my nipples until it hurts. The action sends bolts of intense pleasure to my cunt. I moan and groan at the way she uses my tits and she knows full well how much they love the attention.
It's the same bolts of pleasure that I’m creating right now. Lying on my bed, looking at the world go by. By the time my eyes close, my fingers are hooking themselves into my soaked pussy and I start pounding them in and out. My legs spread wide, I wish my lover was here to lick me down there, but she's not. My orgasm builds, and the sexual urge to bring myself off becomes more and more intense. My lips quiver with excitement. The banging coming from next door is quickening and I just know Dad is about to fill Mum’s cunt with his spunk.
I pull my fingers out and circle my clit frantically and with some urgency. I’m going to make myself cum just as the bed stops squeaking. That's the plan anyway. I can hear Mum let out a high-pitched squeal, one I’ve heard a thousand times and I know she's climaxing. All I can think of is me too, me too, me too. I cum on my fingers and feel my juices shoot from my cunt soaking the towel that I remembered to place there earlier and that's when the bed stops squeaking and muffled sounds are heard.
Yes, that's when Dad starts spurting into Mum’s cunt.
I’m already coming down from my orgasm, my body slowly reverberating until I come to a complete stop. That’s when the house goes deathly quiet. Like it’s some unwritten rule that you have to be quiet after you've cum. My legs are closed tight, clasping my hand to my snatch as I relish the aftermath. If it were nighttime, my face would be glowing in the dark.
I hear the floorboards squeak and I know it's Mum sneaking downstairs to make coffee and tea. And I snuggle up to myself. I can't help but taste the juice on my fingers before they're back on my nipples for round two. If I’m lucky, I’ll probably get through five this morning before I get up and number two is well on its way.
The arm of the chair is looking rather tempting right now. I’ve done it before, slapped a pillow over it, grasped the back of the chair, slid my pussy over the pillow, rubbed my cunt hard on the arm, bringing myself off. I’m nearly there just thinking about it. Fuck I’m so horny right now.
I could do with my lover’s tongue right now, lapping away at my slit, teasing the fuck out of me, eating me out until she's satisfied that I’ve squirmed enough to cum hard. My fingers will have to do. Round two sees me go straight for my clit and I rub the nub hard with three fingers sliding over it.
I cum hard when I hear the squeak of the stairs and I realise the coffee and tea are making their way back to Mum’s bedroom.
I wallow in post-orgasmic bliss as the door to my room springs open and in walks mum with a glass of orange juice for me.
“How many?” she asks.
“Two so far,” I reply. “Lick my cunt, please,” I plead with her and move my legs in her direction, splaying them wide. She can see my glistening pussy, red as fuck and begging for more.
“I can't.” She shakes her head in despair. “Your father would taste you on my lips.” I know she's disheartened but at least she leans over me, taking my breasts in her hands and giving both my nipple an electrifying suck.
I’m on cloud nine, and then I’m dropped from a great height when she straightens up, gives me a broad grin and waves goodbye as she closes the door behind her. Her wink is no substitute for what I need right now. It’s only Saturday and I have two days of this before we get back to normal.
I look out of the window again, but my gaze is fixed on the drawer that contains the vibrator that Mum bought me. That's it, mind made up, it’s going up me on full volume for my third cum of the morning. Then it’ll spend some time buzzing away on my tits and if I get wanton, my ass will be next in line.
That moment when Mum left the room caused me to hate my Dad, and hate when he comes home for the weekend. All I can think of is when he leaves again, which is very early on Monday morning. I sigh. Monday morning can't come soon enough.
The rest of Saturday drags on and on. I excuse myself twice from my parent’s company to finger myself in my bedroom. At one point I insert the Lush remote control vibrator into my cunt and pop downstairs. It's the one Mum bought for me so that she could control me while I was in school. I remember the first time she used it, the cum was so intense that I almost buckled in English Literature class.
Over dinner, I slip into the conversation that I think the food is absolutely lush. Dad is oblivious but I saw the wicked but fleeting smile appear on Mum’s face. After dinner we sat and watched TV. We were lucky it was an action film because mum was playing with the App on her phone for most of the film and my cunt was aching for her to turn it up and put me out of my misery, but I knew she couldn't. Then I excused myself and said goodnight, giving both of them a kiss on the cheeks.
I practically ran upstairs and was on the verge of an orgasm as soon as I had turned the corner. Mum had selected her favourite sequence and the device sprang into action at full power as soon as I left the room. I just about made it onto the bed, knees buckling with the pleasure before I squirted everywhere. Fuck it was intense, but secretly I wished it was me in control of her. That would have been so much more fun.