It’s fun watching my friends fuck [F FM] [mast]

“Who’s that?” the boy nods at me. He’s tall, athletic, in some sports tanktop and cap, and holding a case of beer and a pizza.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Shayla says, “That’s Melissa. She’s cool, in that writing program with me. Water’s out at her place, I said she could crash here tonight.”

I’m splayed out on Shayla’s couch in a daze. I’d just shared a spliff with her, a ‘thank you’ for the temporary housing, and that pizza was smelling awfully good. “Yo,” I wave.

Shayla brushes a stack of magazines off the shiny black coffee table, makes room to set the pizza out. The boy heads past us and into the kitchen. “Cedric’s my boyfriend,” she says, grabbing a slice.

“He’s hot,” I say.

An ear-to-ear grin spreads over her face. “I know, right!?” Shayla’s the type who probably always gets hot guys, though. She’s tall and trim and busty and blonde and pretty, and even in baggy sweats like now, there’s an allure to her that undeniable. And I’m not even into girls.

“This place stinks with weed, you know,” Cedric calls out, popping open a beer.

“We know,” Shayla says. We both giggle.

“You got any more of that?”

I catch Cedric’s eye, grinning at him. “Sure do.” I may not be perfect like Shayla, but boys pay attention to me, too. I’m petite but fit, and I wear dark makeup that matches my dark hair dye and have been described but several boys as ‘sexy.’ I don’t have any designs on Shayla’s guy, but if he wants to check me out, the feeling is mutual.

“Trade you for some pizza,” he says, walking in, passing out beers.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

We eat the pizza and smoke the joint and we’re having a pretty good time, gathered around Shayla’s TV, watching some banal reality show. The show sucks, it barely holds my attention, but the chemicals are doing their thing, so I don’t care.

“Cedric!” Shayla says, an embarrassed whisper, “Not here!”

I glance over at the other side of the couch, see Cedric’s hand between Shayla’s legs. Her thighs are pinched closed, a blush on her cheeks.

I giggle.

Cedric looks at me, grins. “C’mon. Melissa don’t mind, does she?”

“Nope,” I laugh, “Y’all do what you want to do.”

“See?” he says, “What’d I tell you?” He cups her chest through her sweater, bouncing her tit in his hand. “This show’s boring. I’m just having some fun.”

I’ve forgotten the show, my attention fixed on Shayla and her boyfriend. They’re far more entertaining, the small drama playing out — Shayla caught between desire and embarrassment.

Cedric notices my regard and winks at me. He pulls Shayla onto his lap, his groping taking a more direct turn. His one hand pinches her nipples while his other slips under her waistband, making the crotch of her pants bulge and flutter as his fingers work on her.

“Cedric!” she protests, but not very much, writhing in his arms.

He turns to me. “What should I do next?”

“Take her shirt off.”

Shayla gasps. Cedric grins. Then he does what I say, lifting her sweater up and over her head, tugging her arms free. Shayla’s tits hang full and round in a lacy pink bra, her belly beneath flat and perfect.

“Fuck,” I mutter, gawking.

“I know, right?” Cedric says. He pushes Shayla up, then tugs her sweatpants off, too, before pulling her back onto his lap. Her ass, wrapped in matching pink panties, is just as amazing. As if I expected anything less.

Shayla’s not looking my direction, and if she’s still feeling any embarrassment I can’t tell. But Cedric’s hands play her like a harp, having gone past friendly groping and entered the realm of well and truly getting her off. She pants, bites her lip, arches her back, flutters her eyelids. Her boyfriend’s fingers pump into her, a delighted look on his face, obviously happy to have a beautiful girl like Shayla getting off on his lap.

Cedric glances meaningfully at my crotch, flicks his eyebrows. “Nice.”

I track his gaze and am surprised to see my hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my black shorts. I pull it away, staring at it in betrayal, but am immediately left with the pang of need left unfulfilled. I whimper, bite my lip.

He yanks down on Shayla’s bra. Her tits spring free, and I didn’t even know I needed so badly to see them, but a surge of heat shoots through me. And as he grabs and pinches and plays with her nipples, I realize my hand is doing the same to my own.

What the fuck’s up with my limbs, abandoning the oversight of my brain, thinking they can just start masturbating here in front of my friends?

“Here we go,” Cedric says, “She’s gonna cum.”

“Nnnnnggg…” Shayla moans, “No I’m not…” But she totally is, her hips quivering, jaw hanging slack. As she orgasms, her chest heaves, and her tits bounce around gloriously.

Somehow, I’ve pulled my own shirt up to my chin, bra too, and I’m squeezing my cute little tits, thumbing my own nipples.

“Fuck yes,” Cedric encourages. Shayla’s resting on him, catching her breath, and he guides her to the floor. He then stands up over her and strips off all his clothes. His dick is thick and swollen hard and jutting from his hips like it owns the place.

I gawk, licking my lips. He sits back down, looking proud with his knees wide and girlfriend between them.

Shayla wastes no time, leaning in, tongue out, lapping at his massive balls.

“Oh, she’s good,” I groan, salivating.

She slicks up his cock with her spit, worshiping his obelisk something proper. Then she takes him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her eyes fixed on his, and it’s so fucking hot to watch. Slurping and sucking, Cedric revels in the attention, quietly groaning and grunting as he gets his dick polished.

I don’t understand how these things keep happening, but somehow my shorts are loose around my thighs, and its preventing me from spreading my legs. So I shove them the rest the way off, and my panties for good measure too, and pull my knees to my chest. I pluck at my pussy in time with Shayla’s sucking, feeling myself get wetter and wetter.

Cedric notices and grins. “You should finger yourself.”

“Ok,” I say, sliding my index finger up and inside. First one knuckle, and then the next, and I’m getting off as much from what I’m doing as from having an audience. Even Shayla is looking at me now. Her eyes are wide like she’s shocked, but with Cedric’s shaft between her teeth she’s in no position to judge.

When he pulls her head off him, I’m almost a little disappointed, until I realize he’s hasn’t cum yet. He leans down, kisses her, and they make out for a moment before he stands up. He guides Shayla up, bending her over the couch so that she’s facing me. He grins, hands on her hips, penetrating her from behind. I get to watch Shayla’s jaw drop, eyes pinch, cheeks flush, as her boyfriend works up a pace, skewering her with his fat shaft.

I’m so hot, with my pussy spread wide and in Shayla’s face. She watches me rub my clit with my thumb, drill myself with four fingers. I don’t masturbate often — I much prefer dick — but at this moment, nothing in the world could stop me.

Cedric grabs Shayla’s wrists, holding her arms behind her, using them for leverage as he pounds his cock into her. He’s watching me just as intently, teeth gritted, skin slick with sweat. His muscles bulge and flex with each thrust, and I time my fingers to match his tempo.

He moans, I moan, Shayla moans — it’s a concert of ecstasy.

And then her eyes roll back in her head and she cries out, climaxing. Cedric grunts, wraps his arms around her, pulls her to his chest, and he’s cumming in her, I know it. And it’s too much. My fingers wildly knead my clit, and I’m orgasming alongside them. My pussy spasms around my fingers, and I ride it out as long as I can, loving watching, loving being watched.

Afterwards, things would probably be a little awkward if we weren’t all so tired. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t know Shayla all that well, but I gather neither has she. Luckily, by the time I gather my clothes and return from the bathroom, they’re headed to her bedroom, and I pass out within seconds of hitting the couch.

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