Can't Stop Us From Having A Good Time

[TransBear-]

This is a work of fiction.

We both worked different hours most of the time. I worked days, Arty worked nights, so there were periods of time we just didn't see one another. Nothing more than a quick peck on the cheek as I arrived home and he left. By the end of the week I was certainly feeling it, and I could tell from the messages he kept leaving me on the kitchen counter that he was too. We missed each other's touch, taste. It was growing unbearable. But there was an end in sight; a whole weekend where we could be together, totally alone, with nothing and no-one getting in our way. So we planned.
I would send him links to toys we both wanted to try, and he would send links to lingerie he wanted me to wear. Nothing too much, tiny little thongs, lacy shorts, the usual. Maybe some nipple pasties or clamps for good measure, and I made sure to buy something nice. A skimpy, lace, red thong with those frilly edges.

After my shower on the Saturday morning I put it on, admiring myself in the mirror. Along with the red pasties I'd bought, my outfit was complete. I looked at myself from every angle, then situated myself on the bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. When he did, middle wrapped in a towel, he had a box in one hand and a smile on his face. The box was wrapped, all done up with a bow, and he presented it to me to open while he got dried. I opened it excitedly, and sure enough, inside, was the one toy I had wanted the most. It was a combination butt plug and dildo toy, that vibrated and thrusted, all controlled with an app. I squealed excitedly and immediately set to work getting it all connected and ready to go. After a test run, making sure the signal worked, I pulled him into bed with me and we started making out. I'm talking passionate, deep kisses, our hands wandering all over one another. I spread my legs and welcomed his weight over me, and we rolled our hips together. I loved feeling him grow hard between my thighs, and he obviously relished in making me wet.

Soon enough, we separated and I gathered the lube I would need for the toy to settle in comfortably. He helped me, of course, while I knelt on the bed, he pulled my thong aside and worked both my holes gradually, adding fingers whenever he could, until I took both shafts inside me. It felt exquisite, feeling both of my holes being filled at the same time. Finally full, I turned, pushing him down onto the bed as I climbed over him.
"Ready for a proper test?" He asked, hand scrabbling for his phone.
"Mm, absolutely." I nodded, settling on his hips.
He tapped a few things on his phone, ran the dial all the way down, then hit start. It was noticeable right away, and I let out a giggle.
"Oh shit." I bit my bottom lip.
"This should be fun." He smiled, pulling me down into a kiss. I kissed him back, our tongues meeting, and then-

There was a knock at the front door.

We both froze, staring at each other.
"Who the fuck?" I asked in a whisper, as though they would be able to hear us.
"I dunno..."
We waited a few moments, and there was another knock. Frustrated, I climbed off of him and walked over to the window. There was a familiar car outside, and I scanned the path to our house, then let out a groan.
"It's your parents."
"What!?" He bolted off the bed and came over to the window. He also let out a groan; his parents weren't the sort to just *leave*. "We're gonna have to..."
"Yeah." Annoyed, I walked over to my clothes and started getting dressed.
"You-...you aren't gonna...change?"
I looked up at him as I pulled my trousers on. "No. I wanna keep this going till later." I shut off the app on his phone, then headed downstairs.

I answered the front door, feigning happiness. Oh, they'd bought breakfast! How wonderful! I showed them into the kitchen and started grabbing plates and utensils. When Arty came downstairs, out of view of his parents, he held it phone up and gave it a little shake, then gave me a wink before he put his phone in hi pocket. I raised an eyebrow, but faked another smile as I turned and walked to the kitchen table. Arty sat himself next to me as his parents sat opposite. Arty put his phone on the table. Again, I gave him a look as I sat down, momentarily forgetting I was still fully stuffed. I let out a light moan that I managed to disguise as a sigh. Arty gave me a small smirk.

For a while, everything was fine. We spoke with his parents, catching up on their week, their recent holiday, Arty's siblings. It was all the usual, mundane crap you talk to your parents about. Somewhere in Arty's father's golf story, I felt a vibration between my legs. I immediately gave Arty a look and saw him playing with the app on his phone. Shortly after the first few vibrations came the first shallow thrust; the dildo. I breathed in deeply, reaching a hand under the table to grip Arty's thigh. After a few more minutes, the butt plug started, almost in tandem with the dildo. Slowly thrusting in, then retracting. I gripped Arty's thigh tighter, but pretended nothing was happening.

After the golf story, Arty's mother regaled us with a tale about a friend of hers and her disastrous haircut. I was only half listening, focusing instead on the feeling of both devices thrusting and vibrating inside me, and not making it obvious I was receiving some intense pleasure. Every now and then, Arty would adjust the settings and the vibrations would increase, the thrusting would quicken up. I had to excuse myself and rush into the kitchen, out of eyesight of Arty's parents, but within his view, as I came, forcing my fist into my mouth, gripping the edge of the counter tightly. My knees buckled beneath me and I held on to the counter for support as my orgasm passed. The vibrations and thrusting lessened again, but Arty still didn't turn it off. I knew I had to have revenge, and I knew exactly how to do it.

I came back into the kitchen with orange juice for everyone, then sat myself down. I reached my hand under the table as I had done before, but this time, instead of gripping Arty's thigh, I worked on his trouser fastening, not at all surprised to find he was wearing nothing underneath, and gripped his cock. His breath hitched for a moment mid sentence, but he passed it off like he had to clear his throat. The conversation continued, the vibrations and thrusts increased and decreased depending on whatever whimsy Arty was feeling minute by minute, and I was stroking his hard cock under the table. My motions were subtle enough to not attracted attention, and I thanked past me for buying such a high dining table. It had been easy to stroke Arty's cock right from the get go, as he was leaking precum. I would gather a small amount on my thumb, then run it down his shaft and stroke back up to gather some more. Occasionally I rubbed my thumb over the tip, then underneath, lightly rubbing just under the slit. I knew when he was getting close as he deliberately increased the thrusting in both my holes, so I would, also deliberately, stop stroking his cock so much and fondle his balls or something instead. If I kept it up like I wanted to, he would probably shoot his load all underneath the kitchen table, and I didn't want that. I wanted it inside me, and he knew that.

I came again right there at the table, rolling my hips down onto the dildo as I did so, my breath trembling slightly. Arty's mother asked if I was alright and I said yes, just suddenly felt a little dizzy. As I was talking, I got my own phone out of my pocket and texted Arty under the table - 'Bathroom, now!' I excused myself once again, tucking my phone away and hiding my hand as I stood up. As I rounded the corner to the bathroom, I licked my fingers clean. Thankfully I didn't have to wait for very long, as Arty soon knocked on the door. He asked loudly, for his parents benefit, if I was okay, then slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. We were on each other immediately; clothes being removed or unfastened (the latter in his case). I kept my thong on, and I backed up against the sink as we kissed each other hungrily. There was a huge wet patch on my trousers, and my thong was soaked through. He set his phone down on the sink beside us as I hopped up onto it, and he slid my tongue to one side as he pushed his cock into my cunt. I moaned into his shoulder, feeling myself stretching around not just the dildo, but his thick cock as well. He started slow, not changing the pace of the dildo or plug either, though he soon worked up more of a rhythm. He adjusted some settings so the dildo and plug were thrusting at the same depth and pace.

Though we both were breathing heavy, any moans we did had to be muffled; I would just bite my bottom lip and breath through it, while he buried his face in my shoulder, occasionally nipping me, which only made me almost cry out every time. The bathroom was filled with the wet slapping sounds of him fucking into me, and though it was only for a few minutes, it was some of the best sex we'd ever had. I don't know if it was the two hour build up, or the fact that his parents were in the next room and that we could get caught, but we both came so hard I almost fell off the sink. I pulled him deep into me as I came around his cock, wrapping my legs tight around him, arching my back. My mouth open in a silent scream, eyes clenched shut. He gripped me tightly, burying his cock in to the hilt, shooting his load so fucking deep. I felt his cock pulsating as he shot thick rope after rope. Breathless and sweaty, he pulled out of me. The dildo was still thrusting away, making me twitch and moan lightly as it did so. I simply adjusted my tongue and pulled my trousers back on, then grabbed his phone. I set the devices to their lowest settings and gave Arty a wink; there was no reason why the rest of the day had to be boring after all.

Edited September 13 by TransBear-
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