My parents were slightly cool parents. I had a fun basement in high school (guest room, tv room, ping pong table) and my parents would occasionally let me put it to good use. They had a couple rules: my dad would have to come down throughout the night and celeb shot a round in pong to make sure everyone was being responsible, everyone had to sleep over and give up their keys, and I had to clean up first thing in the morning. One night during the summer before heading to college we had a fun one.. After the party died down and everyone found their spots to sleep, I went upstairs alone (unfortunately) and passed out in my bed.
I woke up a little hungover at around 11am. Time to clean up.. Usually, everyone is gone by the time I’m up.. Other than the guest room, most sleeping arrangements aren’t comfortable enough to sleep late. I creep downstairs to see the damage, not too bad and as expected, everyone’s gone. I start on the living room side, putting a couple cans in a trash bag. I pause for a second, then I hear it. Someone is moaning.. My heart beats and feel the shameful, erotic lurch that ones feels when they are turned on by something they shouldn’t be. It’s coming from the guest room, which is hidden from view by the staircase in the center of the basement.
I slowly creep around the staircase to investigate. The guest room is on the other side of the ping pong table on the total other end of the basement. It has glass, transparent doors that are ideal for spying but the bed itself is at a difficult angle from my vantage point.
I slide a little closer to get an unobstructed view of what’s going on and I see it. It’s one of my best friends, Joe, and his girlfriend of 2 years. Joe is an athlete (baseball, soccer) – the epitome of a NJ suburban white kid. About 6-foot, fit, wore under armor shirts and Nike Airs with long black athletics socks. Right now, though, he was naked and being ridden by his girlfriend, Brit. She was a cheerleader, but not the tiny, flying kind.. More like the base-of-the-pyramid kind: muscular legs, thick ass, C-cups, 5’6″ with blond hair, blue eyes and a pretty face. I always found her so sexy but never imagined seeing her like this.
I continued to improve my view until I could see everything. Joe’s fingers gripping both ass cheeks, spreading her apart and massaging her perfect asshole with his middle finger. Brit sliding up and down his impressive cock, her thighs quivering with each thrust forward. I think I can see her creaming all over him, and I love hearing her muffled moans as Joe sucks her light pink nipples hanging in front of his face. It was surreal watching them. I felt slightly ashamed but any thought of leaving was overshadowed by my arousal.
I instinctually pulled out my cock, already hard and dripping in precum. It was dark enough out here and light enough in the guest room that I knew the glare off the glass doors would obstruct their view of me. I started to stroke myself, slowly at first. I was so turned on that I barely trusted myself to not cum in my own hands. Brit’s moaning got louder and she started to shake. Joe’s finger is knuckle-deep in her ass, she goes stiff while he pumps in and out of her, she yells louder that she’s cumming and then collapses on top of him. They lay quietly, I wondered if Joe came too.
“Mm what ya doing there?” – a whisper, followed by a giggle from the floor off to my left right around the staircase.
I’m shocked and stumble back, pants at my ankles, and look to the source. It’s Jess, another girl in our friend group. She’s small, tan, curvy, bit of a shitshow.. I can’t believe I missed her, she was on a twin air mattress looking up at me with her head propped up on her elbows. I ripped my pants up, horrified at the thought of Jess telling people – how long has she been there? She kept giggling, entertained by how flustered I was.
She rolled her blanket off and stood up. She was wearing a black tank top, no bra and cheeky, baby blue panties. She came over to me. She slid the weight bench over so we could sit. We started whispering.
“Can they see us?”
I was confused.. “No, the glare”
She looked over, I was still covering myself and looking at her. She bit her lip.
“Mike, this is hot.. She’s going down on him now. He’s got a nice dick.”
I looked over and felt a renewed rush of arousal. “Let me see yours.” She tried to pull down my unzipped pants, whispering in my ear. I resisted for a brief second, then let her slide them down. I was rock hard, she cooed and gripped the girthy base with her right hand, unable to wrap her fingers entirely around me.
There had always been a little sexual tension between Jess and I. I couldn’t think of a better way to break it. She licked her hand and start to pump up and down, spending time gently rubbing the head and strengthening her grip as she dropped to the base. We both kept our eyes on the show in the other room. Brit had adjusted her angle on the guest room bed, still on her knees but her ass was pointed back towards us, giving Jess and I a perfect view of her blonde hair bobbing up and down over her round ass and glistening pussy. We sat there watching, I let my left hand roam and squeeze Jess’ thigh. I remember being thankful she wasn’t blowing me, I was so turned on I think a handjob was the only way I could last long enough to relish the experience.
I felt Jess adjust herself. I looked at her. She stopped stroking me and focused on pulling her beautifully tanned, D-cup tits out of her tank top. They flopped out, I stared at her dark nipples and felt that animalistic need to suck them. She looked up at me to make sure I was watching then spread her legs, inviting my hand to explore more than her thighs. Her wet spot on her cotton panties was outrageous, it seemed like the whole bottom half was a different color. I saw beads of her wetness cling to the panties as I helped her shimmy them off. They fell to her ankles and we both turned back around to watch our friends.
Joe pushed Brit’s shoulders up, transitioning into taking her from behind. Jess and I froze. They were facing us directly: Brit on her knees but looking down toward the bed and Joe behind her, staring at her ass as he slowly entered. They started off slow, I reminded Jess they couldn’t see us with the glare. We continued to watch Joe increase his tempo, while Brit’s tits swayed beneath her and the pounds against her ass reverberated along her thighs and hips.
I felt like I could cum but refocused on Jess for a change of pace. We had been masturbating each other for a while now, she started to spend more time at my head and now that her clit was so engorged I started to spend more time circling it. Every couple seconds I would feel her buck her hips and squeeze my hand between her thighs. We were building a rhythm and I could feel her begin to shake. She whispered in my ear that I was going to make her cum, she stopped stroking me and just gripped my cock harder and harder as she built up her orgasm. After a minute of building, she came.. Really hard. “Fuck I’m cumming, fuck fuck I’m cumming.” She buried her face into my shoulder to muffle her noises but they were still loud. I maintained pressure on her clit as she continued to buckle, I felt her tits squeeze against my elbow and I kept watching Joe pound Brit in the other room. My arousal was heightened by the thought of Joe or Brit potentially being able to see us. Joe sliding a thumb in Brit’s asshole, looking up from her bouncing cheeks and seeing Jess, spread eagle and cumming against my arm while gripping my rock-hard cock. There was no way they could see us but I loved the idea.
Jess caught her breath but kept her hand on my length, I continued to watch the couple. It wasn’t long before I felt my dick being enveloped in something soft, and warm. To my surprise, Jess wasn’t blowing me.. She had turned her ass toward me and lowered herself onto my cock. She began to grind her round, tan ass into my lap while I reached around and rested her tits in my hands – it felt glorious. She reached down and coddled my balls in her left hand while she began to rub her clit again with her right. We were still facing Joe and Brit, who had switched to 69ing each other.
“I love watching Brit suck Joe’s dick. I can cum again.”
She wasn’t kidding, within seconds she started to tremble, increasing the speed she was rubbing herself and my balls.
“Yah, I love how she moans when he licks her ass.”
Jess was intrigued, “touch mine”
Jess’ asshole was soaked in her cum from before. She moaned the second I touched it and even louder as I slid my thumb in. She kept sliding back and forth along the length of my cock on my lap, rubbing her clit like a maniac before going stiff again and telling me she was cumming. She didn’t say words this time, just noises with nothing to muffle it. I get off to women getting off so I was at my height of arousal, focusing on waiting for her to finish so I could cum. We were being loud but I didn’t care, as soon as Jess slowed down I told her I was cumming. She hopped off me effortlessly, my finger and dick sprung out of her and she proceeded to pump my spewing cock into her mouth and all over her tits while I glanced between her and the couple 69ing.
It was evident we had some time before Joe and Brit finished. Brit was focused on making him cum and by the look on Joe’s face, he was getting there. Jess and I stayed for the end, watching Brit expertly pump Joe’s length into her mouth and deep throat him right before he released. They were going to be coming out of the room to go to the bathroom shortly so we picked up our stuff and scurried upstairs. On the way up, instead of turning off the stairs light I accidentally turned on the ping pong room light. Dumb mistake. I wasn’t sure if Joe or Brit had noticed until about a week later, but at the end of the summer I was sure glad they did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4y1lbl/caught_watching_friends_turns_into_amazing