Lana Makes a Mess

I'm a bit broke at the breakfast table. Dennis is sitting in his child seat in front of me, chewing on some pieces of bread and practicing some sounds and words. I try to dispel my hangover-like feeling with some coffee. Yesterday I drank a little too much and let myself go a little too easy with Lana, the babysitter.

Good morning mister Hendriks.. uh. Good morning Frank, is the cheerful voice of Lana who comes through the back door with her own key.

Good morning Lana´, I gasp.

Immediately I feel how I turn red. Yesterday Lana and I fucked each other and now I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let myself go and I'm sorry I cheated. The product of the love between me and my wife is innocently pursed in front of me wanting a kiss from Lana. Lana acts like yesterday never happened. Her dark skin also betrays no such thing as blushing.

Lana kisses Dennis on his toddler lips and then cleans up the kitchen a bit. She makes herself a cup of coffee. I can't help but follow her whole doings. Dennis gets annoyed that I stopped paying him attention and throws his plate on the floor. I jump up to pick up the bread and plate from the floor, but Lana just beats me to it. We sit together half under the table next to each other, grabbing the pieces of bread. I turn my face to her.

Lana, shouldn't we talk about yesterday? I ask.

Lana doesn't look at me and replies that there is nothing to say about yesterday. Before I can continue I feel Dennis' spout cup fall hard on my back. I almost get angry, but I can restrain myself. I get up and put the cup back in front of Dennis. With both hands he takes it and with pleasure on his face he puts the cup to his mouth.

I'm working from home today, so you can go home earlier this afternoon. I say, rubbing the sore spot on my lower back.

Don't want me to cook? I like to do it. My mother is happy if you and Dennis eat here.

My heart skips a beat. Lana may not want to talk about yesterday anymore, but at least she still likes being here.

If you spoiled me as nicely as you did yesterday, I'll already be looking forward to dinner, I say suggestively.

Lana looks at me sternly with her hands on her hips. Her dark eyes blaze, but there's a smile on her mouth. Dennis interrupts us by suddenly shouting poop poop poop loudly. Lana quickly picks him up and goes upstairs to change him. I put my things in the dishwasher and sit down at the large dining table in the living room.

The morning goes as usual. Lana takes care of Dennis and does some laundry. I work.

When Lana brings me a cup of coffee, I try to think about yesterday one more time.

Lana, about yesterday..

Don't be afraid. I'm on the pill Lana interrupts.

A thousand-pound load drops off my shoulders. Cheating is actually unforgivable, but if I also impregnated a teenager

Before I can say anything, she has already disappeared into the garden where Dennis is playing on a rug. I'm back to thinking about a quote that has to be done before lunch.

The rest of the day passes as if nothing happened yesterday. Very slowly I am starting to come to terms with the fact that this was now normal for him and that this incident will remain. At the end of the afternoon I suddenly see Lana's mother in the garden. She's coming to bring some roti plates. When she goes back, she waves at me one more time. Lana definitely has her mother's beauty. Her mother is darker and slightly coarser, but she is just as attractive as her daughter.

I finish a little earlier and join Lana and Dennis in the kitchen. Dennis is sitting in his high chair trying to crumble the piece of roti pancake he received as small as possible. Lana stirs a few pans. Potatoes with curry, beans and egg are simmering nicely. I grab a spoon and taste a little of the curry. I push my hip against Lana's, who pushes back a little, but maintains contact. Immediately I have hope for more. I twirl her hair a bit and compliment her on the delicious taste. Lana lays her head against my shoulder for a moment and revels in my touch.

What is different now than this morning?, I ask softly.

That my mother approves

I sink into the ground for a moment. Did she discuss it with her mother? What if her mother hadn't approved? What if her mom told my wife about this?

Do you discuss these things with your mother?, I squeal.

Not always, but yesterday I was pretty confused about what happened, so I talked it over with mom. First with a fictitious man, but she saw right through it.

But the chances of my wife finding out about this increase with everyone who knows.

I wouldn't worry about that for a second, Lana says imploringly.

After putting my son to bed together, we sit across from each other in the living room.

And now?, I open the conversation.

And now again?, Lana says a little hesitantly.

Why with me?

Because you're a great guy. Sweet, attentive, quite handsome and not a horny teenager

I have to laugh a little. I take it for what it is and get up. I pull Lana out of the couch and lead her upstairs to the bathroom. Without exchanging a word we fall into an intense kiss, which soon passes and undress each other. I turn on the shower and pull Lana to me when it's warm enough. I pack some soap and soap Lana completely. I pay extra attention to her delicious big breasts and her delicious full ass. Lana lathers me from top to bottom but lingers on my cock lathering thoroughly. After lathering, she rinses it clean and jerks me off. I can't reach her pussy very well, so I lean back and surrender to the slender hands around my cock. Her hands aren't that big and my cock looks a lot bigger than it is. I have an average penis and am not dissatisfied, but now it looks a lot nicer. I play with one breast with two hands and very slowly increase the pressure on her nipple. Lana occasionally moans encouragingly.

My cock has become rock hard under Lanas hands. She lets go of me and turns around. She pushes her buttocks back and tilts her pelvis a little. I understand what she wants. A little bit by touch I push my head against her cunt lips and gently push until I feel my head slip inside. Lana is so wet that I can push my cock up to my balls without much effort. Lana moans loudly.

I pull my cock almost all the way out again, wait a moment and push my cock all the way back in with a firmer thrust. I keep repeating this. I just keep waiting a little longer before punching back. If Lana thinks it's really taking too long, she pushes her cunt over my cock herself. This is intensely delicious, so I'll leave it to Lana for now. I withdraw my cock, she demands it back.

Under the warm water I enjoy it to the fullest, until I feel that I am about to come. I pull back, turn off the shower, and pull Lana into my bedroom. Still completely wet from the shower, I carefully push Lana onto the bed. She lies on her back and puts her legs back as far as she can go. I put my feet on either side of her legs and crouch down. I push my cock down and dip it into her wide open cunt. For the first time I have a full view of her dark pussy. She has a nice tuft of frizzy pubic hair above her clit, but her dark pussy lips are bare. Her fiery red clit is a bit swollen.

Fucking this way is even harder to keep up for a long time than just in the shower. I decide to let go. I pull my cock out of her cunt and squirt all over her belly and even her breasts. A number of thick jets of white cum clatter on her body. My discharge is so intense that I almost lose my balance. With one hand I can hold myself up by grabbing her thigh.

My cum contrasts beautifully with her dark skin. Lana dips a finger into my cum that has landed on her chest and licks it.

Mmm. Yummy,” she says. Her voice is suddenly an octave lower and dripping with horniness.

I get off the bed and bend over her cunt. I bring my mouth to her clit and insert two fingers into her. Lana moans and coos as I curl my fingers behind her pubic bone and suck her clit. Lana tastes wonderfully salty and this makes me very excited to continue eating pussy.

Lana grabs my wife's sleeping shirt and wipes my cum from her body. Lana makes little effort to keep it all a secret. Strangely enough, this is a very hot fact. I can already feel my cock doing its best to get ready for battle again. I jerk myself off very slowly and gently as I lick her clit with abandon. My head is sensitive, but my horniness is greater. I will and must fuck this hot teen at least one more time before she goes home.

Through my licking and fingering I suddenly bring Lana to an orgasm. She moans, coos, gasps and even screams a little. I'm afraid that she will wake my son with this. Trying to follow her orgasm with my fingers makes me feel Lana coming longer than my wife ever does. Then Lana gets really quiet and pushes me away. I crawl onto the bed and lay down behind her. I grab her tight and cuddle her through the after-effects of the cumshot.

I smell her neck. She smells young, fresh, but spicier than white girls. I caress her breasts gently, but she's too sensitive now. We lie for a while without saying anything. Lana pushes herself all the way into me and hugs me. Her buttocks against my cock slowly have their effect and at a certain point I can't control myself anymore.

Without asking or saying anything, I push one leg up. I sink down slightly so that I can penetrate her lying on my side from behind. Lana helps my cock in and lazily and slowly I fuck her. Lana grabs the back of her leg, which I hold up. I now have two hands free and pull her buttocks apart slightly. Her pussy is a little freer and I can therefore thrust very deep again a little easier. Lana uses her other hand to finger herself.

The urgency has now subsided due to our previous orgasms, so we fuck calmly and languidly. Lana does increase the pace at a certain point. She moans louder and deeper. I notice everything that she is moving in the direction of an orgasm again. Surprisingly, I'm not that far yet.

Lana crawls away from me. My cock pops out of her pussy. She gets up, pushes me onto my back and mounts me. She drops on my cock and rides me wildly. She gives me a deep look as she rests both hands on my chest. She goes harder and faster. I almost feel myself popping out of her a few times and I'm a little afraid she'll crack my cock with the violence she's fucking me with.

Without warning she suddenly comes. Hard and short like a man. Violently jerking, moaning loudly and with eyes rolling away. It only takes a few hard waves and then she falls forward on my chest. My cock drops out of her. I leave her there for a while and make no attempt to penetrate her again. I can imagine she can't really anymore.

Lana opens her eyes and kisses me. Her full lips suck on mine and she pushes her tongue in. We speak with abandon. Lana, meanwhile, crawls off me and grabs my cock. While tongue-tied she jerks off my soaking wet cock. Lana understands my body. She listens carefully to my breathing, my panting, and my body's response. Almost faster than I could on my own, she brings me to the brink.

I'm coming baby, I moan.

I decide., she says sternly.

That alone practically puts me over the edge, but I try to hold on because it's so damn hot when Lana takes the lead.

Lana takes my wife's sleep shirt. It's already covered in my seed. She wipes the shirt over her pussy and pushes it in my face. I unmistakably smell Lana's horny scent. Then she puts the shirt on my stomach.

I'm going to count down from five to zero. At zero you spray your cum all over my horn in this shirt.

She counts down and at zero I let go. Thick jets of white cum clatter on my wife's sleeping shirt. It mixes with my previous cum and with Lana's horny. The complete wrongness of this moment makes for an orgasm that almost hurts.

Lana looks approvingly at the mess on the shirt.

And? Are you going to wash this or just let your wife wear it? says Lana with a devilish chuckle

Witch. You do understand that tomorrow I have to wash this whole mess well. Monique will be home tomorrow evening.

Lana bends over and licks a stray drop of semen off my head and then lays down next to me.

Are you staying here tonight? I ask.

No. My mother is coming to pick me up.

I look at the alarm clock. It's five to eleven. I fear the horn I'm so likely to hear.

Lana gets up, gets dressed, and bends over me one more time. She gives me a deep kiss. I hear the horn outside. Lana walks out of the room.

I'll hear back when you need me, she says mischievously over her shoulder.