Soccer Practice Detour
You told her you were doing the usual carpool for Saturday morning soccer practice. Perfect cover. You picked up my kid first, then swung by the school field to grab yours. Both little ones piled into the back of the minivan, cleats clacking, shin guards on, chattering about goals and snacks the whole time. I sat up front in the passenger seat wearing that tight little athletic skirt and crop top, no bra, nipples poking hard through the fabric because I knew what was coming. You kept your eyes on the road like the responsible dad, but your hand slid over the console and straight up my thigh, fingers brushing my bare pussy lips under the skirt. I was already soaked, spreading my legs wider so you could dip two fingers inside quick while the kids argued over who gets the aux cord in the back.
We pulled up to the field with all the other parents unloading bags and cones. You parked at the edge of the lot, popped the trunk like normal, helped the kids grab their stuff. I played the perfect helpful carpool mom, handing out water bottles and saying “Have fun, kick butt!” loud enough for the other parents to hear. The second the kids ran off to join their teammates, backpacks bouncing, coaches blowing whistles, we slid back into the van quiet and casual. No one noticed. You started the engine, waved at a couple dads you know, then pulled out slow like we were heading home to wait out practice.
Instead you turned the opposite direction, straight to my house ten minutes away. The whole drive your cock strained against your shorts, my hand stroking it through the fabric while I whispered how bad I needed you to breed me again. You groaned low, speeding a little, one hand on the wheel, the other shoving my top up to pinch my tits hard. We barely made it through my front door before you slammed me against the wall, mouth on mine rough, tongue deep, tasting like coffee and lies.
You yanked my skirt up around my waist, spun me around, and bent me over the couch in the living room. No panties meant you slid right in raw, one brutal thrust burying your thick cock balls-deep in my dripping cunt. I gasped loud, no need to be quiet now, pushing back greedy to take every inch. You grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding, skin slapping loud, wet squelching echoing as my pussy gripped you tight. Juice ran down my thighs already, your balls smacking against my clit with every slam. The couch creaked, cushions sliding, but we didn’t care. You reached around and rubbed my swollen clit fast, growling in my ear, “Gonna fill this cunt up again, gonna pump another load so deep.”
I moaned yes, begging for it, even though we both know it won’t take. That positive test last year scared the shit out of both of us. You pulled out quick, made me get the abortion quiet, paid cash, told your wife you were on a work trip that weekend. We swore we’d be careful after that. Condoms, pulling out, something. But here we are again, raw and reckless, your bare cock stretching me wide because neither of us can stop. The risk makes it hotter. Knowing one slip and I could be swollen with your kid again, trapped carrying proof of how you cheat on her every chance you get.
You flipped me onto my back on the floor, legs over your shoulders, folding me in half so you could drill deeper. My tits bounced wild, nipples rock hard as you sucked and bit them red. Sweat dripped off you onto my stomach, mixing with the mess leaking out around your shaft. The room stank nasty, pure sex and sweat and that musky scent of my cunt stretched open. Every thrust pushed out wet farts of air and juice, splattering your thighs and the carpet. I clawed your back, screaming how good you feel, how much better than her, how I want your cum flooding me even if it ruins everything.
You lost it then, pounding brutal, veins throbbing inside me. “Take it all,” you grunted, slamming deep one last time and exploding. Thick hot ropes shot straight into my womb, pulse after pulse filling me up until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around your cock, pooling under my ass on the floor. You stayed buried, grinding slow to push it deeper, both of us breathing hard, knowing it probably won’t stick but loving how dirty the chance feels.
We barely had time to clean up. You pulled out with a wet pop, cum pouring out my gaping pussy in thick globs. I scooped some up and licked your cock clean while you watched, still half-hard. Quick shower together, your fingers inside me again under the water, making me squirt one more time against the tile. We dried off fast, dressed, fixed hair like nothing happened. Drove back to the field just in time for practice ending, kids sweaty and happy running up to the van.
I sat in the front again, your load still warm inside me, slowly leaking into my skirt as we handed out juice boxes and listened to them recap every goal. You smiled perfect dad smiles at the other parents, fist-bumped the coach, all while your cum dried sticky between my thighs. Your wife never has to know how instead of waiting politely, you spent the whole practice raw-fucking your side slut, trying again to knock me up even after we swore we wouldn’t. And next Saturday we’ll do it all over again.
We pulled up to the field with all the other parents unloading bags and cones. You parked at the edge of the lot, popped the trunk like normal, helped the kids grab their stuff. I played the perfect helpful carpool mom, handing out water bottles and saying “Have fun, kick butt!” loud enough for the other parents to hear. The second the kids ran off to join their teammates, backpacks bouncing, coaches blowing whistles, we slid back into the van quiet and casual. No one noticed. You started the engine, waved at a couple dads you know, then pulled out slow like we were heading home to wait out practice.
Instead you turned the opposite direction, straight to my house ten minutes away. The whole drive your cock strained against your shorts, my hand stroking it through the fabric while I whispered how bad I needed you to breed me again. You groaned low, speeding a little, one hand on the wheel, the other shoving my top up to pinch my tits hard. We barely made it through my front door before you slammed me against the wall, mouth on mine rough, tongue deep, tasting like coffee and lies.
You yanked my skirt up around my waist, spun me around, and bent me over the couch in the living room. No panties meant you slid right in raw, one brutal thrust burying your thick cock balls-deep in my dripping cunt. I gasped loud, no need to be quiet now, pushing back greedy to take every inch. You grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding, skin slapping loud, wet squelching echoing as my pussy gripped you tight. Juice ran down my thighs already, your balls smacking against my clit with every slam. The couch creaked, cushions sliding, but we didn’t care. You reached around and rubbed my swollen clit fast, growling in my ear, “Gonna fill this cunt up again, gonna pump another load so deep.”
I moaned yes, begging for it, even though we both know it won’t take. That positive test last year scared the shit out of both of us. You pulled out quick, made me get the abortion quiet, paid cash, told your wife you were on a work trip that weekend. We swore we’d be careful after that. Condoms, pulling out, something. But here we are again, raw and reckless, your bare cock stretching me wide because neither of us can stop. The risk makes it hotter. Knowing one slip and I could be swollen with your kid again, trapped carrying proof of how you cheat on her every chance you get.
You flipped me onto my back on the floor, legs over your shoulders, folding me in half so you could drill deeper. My tits bounced wild, nipples rock hard as you sucked and bit them red. Sweat dripped off you onto my stomach, mixing with the mess leaking out around your shaft. The room stank nasty, pure sex and sweat and that musky scent of my cunt stretched open. Every thrust pushed out wet farts of air and juice, splattering your thighs and the carpet. I clawed your back, screaming how good you feel, how much better than her, how I want your cum flooding me even if it ruins everything.
You lost it then, pounding brutal, veins throbbing inside me. “Take it all,” you grunted, slamming deep one last time and exploding. Thick hot ropes shot straight into my womb, pulse after pulse filling me up until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around your cock, pooling under my ass on the floor. You stayed buried, grinding slow to push it deeper, both of us breathing hard, knowing it probably won’t stick but loving how dirty the chance feels.
We barely had time to clean up. You pulled out with a wet pop, cum pouring out my gaping pussy in thick globs. I scooped some up and licked your cock clean while you watched, still half-hard. Quick shower together, your fingers inside me again under the water, making me squirt one more time against the tile. We dried off fast, dressed, fixed hair like nothing happened. Drove back to the field just in time for practice ending, kids sweaty and happy running up to the van.
I sat in the front again, your load still warm inside me, slowly leaking into my skirt as we handed out juice boxes and listened to them recap every goal. You smiled perfect dad smiles at the other parents, fist-bumped the coach, all while your cum dried sticky between my thighs. Your wife never has to know how instead of waiting politely, you spent the whole practice raw-fucking your side slut, trying again to knock me up even after we swore we wouldn’t. And next Saturday we’ll do it all over again.
1ヶ月前
