Anita’s pov
“She’s wasted,” I whispered when Leah stumbled through the front door a little after seven, laughing too loud and holding onto the wall. Marcus took her keys and helped her upstairs while she kept saying she only had two glasses of wine.
We both knew it was more like six. Ten minutes later the bedroom door shut and the house went completely still. No more talking. No more footsteps. Just the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sound of my own pulse in my ears.
I walked out to the back porch because staying inside felt like waiting for something to explode.
The night air was warm and the pool lights made the water look like black glass.
I sat on the wide wooden steps in the same shorts and tank top, still sticky between my legs from the kitchen, still obeying his order not to touch myself.
Marcus came out a few minutes later, barefoot, jeans low, shirt unbuttoned. He closed the sliding door soft behind him and leaned against the railing.
“She’s out cold,” he said. “Snoring already. Won’t wake up till morning.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. She always passes hard when she drinks like that.” He looked at me sitting there with my knees apart. “You waited.”
“You told me not to touch myself. I’ve been walking around with a soaked pussy for hours because of you.”
I spread my legs wider on the step so he could see the dark patch on the shorts. “Are you proud of yourself?”
He came down the steps and stood between my knees the same way he had in the kitchen. “A little. Are you still that wet?”
“Worse. I can feel it every time I move.”
Marcus dropped to a crouch right in front of me, hands on my bare thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin. “Show me.”
I lifted my hips and shoved the shorts and panties down in one push, kicking them off onto the porch.
The night air hit my open pussy and made me shiver. I was shiny and swollen, clit standing out, juices already running down toward my ass.
He stared for a long second. “Fucking hell, Anita. You’re dripping on the wood.”
“Your fault.”
He leaned in and dragged his tongue straight up my slit, slow and flat, from my hole all the way over my clit.
I grabbed the edge of the step and moaned out loud. He did it again, thicker this time, pushing his tongue inside me just enough to taste how ready I was.
“Quiet,” he muttered against my pussy. “Even drunk she might hear.”
“Then stop licking me like that.”
He didn’t stop. He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue while two fingers pushed back inside me.
The wet sounds mixed with the soft splash of the pool. I rocked against his face, fucking his mouth, feeling my thighs shake around his head.
“You taste better than you should,” he said when he pulled back for air, chin shiny. “Sweet and filthy at the same time.”
“Put your cock in me. Right here. I don’t care.”
Marcus stood up and shoved his jeans down. His dick sprang out thick and hard, the head already wet. He stroked it once while looking at my open legs. “Not yet. Stand up.”
I stood on shaky legs. He turned me around, bent me over the porch railing, and kicked my feet apart.
The wood pressed into my stomach. I could see the dark yard and the glowing pool.
His cock slid between my thighs first, rubbing through my wetness, coating himself.
“Feel how hard you made me,” he said, voice low and rough now, the careful tone finally cracking. “I’ve been hard since the car. Harder in the kitchen. Now I’m about to fuck my wife’s little sister on the back porch while she’s passed out upstairs.”
“Then do it.”
He notched his head against my hole and pushed in slowly. I was so wet he sank halfway on the first stroke. The stretch burned in the best way.
I gripped the railing and pushed back, taking more of him.
He kept going until his hips met my ass and I was full of thick cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Tight. So fucking tight.”
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. The sound of skin hitting skin cracked through the quiet night. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
He set a steady rhythm, deep and hard, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit.
“You like getting fucked outside where anyone could see?” he asked, thrusting harder.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Your sister’s right upstairs. Passed out drunk while I’m balls deep in her baby sister’s pussy.” He spanked my ass once, sharp, and the sting made me clench around him. “You going to come on my cock like this?”
“Keep talking like that and I will.”
He fucked me faster, the railing creaking under us. Every thrust pushed a wet sound out of me.
My tits hung free under the tank top, bouncing with every stroke. I reached back and dug my nails into his thigh.
“Harder,” I panted. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
Marcus gripped both hips and really started pounding, the thick head dragging against that spot inside me over and over. My legs shook. The pressure built fast.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
“Come. Squeeze my dick while you do it.”
I came hard, biting the inside of my cheek to stay quiet, pussy pulsing around him in tight waves. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own, then suddenly pulled out.
I felt hot ropes of cum land across my lower back and the top of my ass. He stroked the last of it out onto my skin, breathing heavy.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, him still holding my hips, me bent over the railing with his cum cooling on my back.
He stepped back and pulled his jeans up. I stayed bent over a moment longer, feeling the mess run down between my cheeks.
“Go clean up,” he said, voice careful again. “Use the outdoor shower. Quietly.”
I straightened my weak legs and looked at him. “That’s it? You’re done?”
“For now.” He glanced up at the dark windows of the master bedroom. “She’s still out. But I’m not finished with you tonight.”
I picked up my shorts from the porch floor. His cum was already sliding down the back of my thigh.
“The pool's still waiting,” he said. “After you rinse off. Meet me there in ten minutes. Don’t put clothes back on.”
I walked toward the outdoor shower with his cum on my skin and my pussy still twitching, the house behind us quiet as a grave.