I’m Just a Teenage Dirtbag Baby!

That summer I was eighteen, Ellie’s house was my dirty secret. I’d been banging Ellie on the regular—quick, rough fucks whenever her mum, Marianne, was out. Ellie was a screamer, legs spread wide, pussy tight and greedy, always begging me to nut in her. But Marianne—fuck, she was the real fantasy. Thirty-eight, body like a wet dream—tits bursting out of her bikini, ass so thick it wobbled when she walked poolside, dark hair tangled and wild. She had no clue I was railing her daughter, and that made me want her more, my cock stiffening every time she bent over, oblivious.

It exploded one night after Ellie passed out on the couch, high as fuck, bikini top askew, pussy still wet from the fingering I’d given her earlier. I was restless, balls aching, shorts tented, and wandered out to the pool. Marianne was there, sprawled on a sun lounge in a tiny red bikini, untied at the sides, sipping a beer. The air was thick—chlorine, her sweat, and that musky cunt smell that hit me like a punch. She glanced over, smirked, “Can’t sleep?” and spread her legs just enough to flash her slit through the fabric.

I didn’t answer—just stared, dick throbbing. She sat up, tits bouncing free as the bikini top slipped, and crooked a finger. “C’mere,” she purred, and I was on her, crashing down on the lounge, mouth smashing hers. She tasted like beer and lust, tongue shoving deep, sloppy and wet. I ripped her bikini bottom off, found her pussy shaved bare, dripping, lips fat and pink. She yanked my shorts down, my cock springing out—hard, veiny, precum beading—and gripped it, stroking fast, spitting on the tip until it glistened.

“Fuck me,” she growled, lying back, legs wide, pussy gaping in the moonlight. I plunged in, no warning—deep, hard, her cunt swallowing me, hot and slick, tighter than Ellie’s. The lounge creaked, rocking with every thrust, her tits jiggling as I slammed her, balls slapping her ass. She moaned loud, “Yes, fuck, harder,” nails raking my back, blood mixing with sweat. I grabbed her hips, pounded deeper, feeling her walls pulse, her clit swollen under my thumb as I rubbed it raw. She came fast, squirting, soaking my cock, the lounge, screaming into the night.

I wasn’t done—flipped her over, ass up, and rammed back in, fucking her doggy, watching her cheeks ripple. “Take it,” I grunted, smacking her ass red, and she pushed back, meeting every thrust, pussy gushing again. I unloaded, groaning, thick spurts filling her, cum leaking down her thighs as she shuddered, wrecked.

Then—fuck—Ellie’s voice, slurred, “What’s that noise?” from the house. Marianne froze, my dick still in her, cum dripping, and whispered, “Shit, go.” I pulled out, grabbed my shorts, and bolted inside, heart pounding, Marianne scrambling to cover up. Ellie was half-awake, rubbing her eyes, stumbling toward the pool. “You okay?” she mumbled, and I grabbed her arm, steering her back. “Yeah, just the wind,” I lied, cock still slick with her mum’s juices.

She wasn’t buying it—eyes narrowed, then lit up, horny. “Fuck me,” she said, dragging me to her room, door slamming shut. She stripped fast, bikini off, pussy already wet, and shoved me onto her bed. “Hard,” she demanded, climbing on, impaling herself on my cock—still sticky with Marianne’s cum. I fucked her senseless, her bed banging the wall, springs squealing, her screams echoing—loud enough for the whole damn house to hear. “Yes, fuck, deeper!” she yelled, riding me, tits bouncing, pussy clenching as I slammed up, hours of it—her cumming over and over, soaking the sheets, me unloading twice, grunting like a beast.

Marianne had to have heard—Ellie’s room was right above hers, the headboard smashing the wall, her daughter’s moans rattling the windows. I didn’t care—fucked Ellie until dawn, her pussy raw, my balls drained, knowing her mum was downstairs, probably dripping, listening to every filthy sound.