I knew she had a boyfriend now and a part of me wanted to be a good friend and respect that. But the other part of me was powerless to the throbbing monstrosity in my pants that had acquired complete control. I could barely focus on my drive over, and I couldn’t stop my whole body shaking with nervous excitement as I neared her house. I’d only been here once before, and it was hard to recognise in the dark, but as I neared the house which thought was her’s, I noticed a man entering into the car in the driveway. Having never met her boyfriend before, I couldn’t be sure it was him, but I was fairly certain, as I noticed her run out the door to give him a hug before he closed the door, and reversed out. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned my lights off, so as not to draw attention to myself, as he drove past me. My nerves were on edge, especially with how close I had been to getting caught. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Where I had parked seemed close enough, so soon after she’d gone back into her house, I quietly exited my car, and made my way to her front yard. I knew her bedroom was to the side of the house, and I’d have to open the gate without making too much noise, or arousing suspicion from the neighbours. Fortunately the big tree out the front ensured the gate was in the shadows, which made my attempts less conspicuous.
Her room was bright, with the lights on, and the curtains open. Why close then, when it just faces a fence and no one can see in? Exactly as I’d hoped it would be. Standing back close to the fence, I was covered in the shadows, and hidden. The windows nearly reached from ceiling to floor, giving me a good view. The door was ajar and the wardrobe open. There was a bit of a mess of clothes on the floor and bed, but this was hardly what I had snuck here, somewhat illegally, to see. We’d talked about this fantasy of mine before, and it was one that I often reminisced on to help myself on lonely nights. I never really understood her fascination with either. We had had our fun together a few times in person, and many more a time virtually. Receiving a cheeky snap from her here and there, and sending her unexpected notifications of my arousal in the form of a picture, seemed to be received with more consistent excitement than I was used to. All this changed when she got into a relationship, but prior to that, we used to share stories of conquests and sexual exploits. We had only ever done oral and hand stuff, and I knew she’d had guys far more well endowed than me. Yet she seemed to have a soft spot for me that I could not explain. One which I had to fight very hard not to exploit. But tonight, I was powerless.
I’ve always been wary exposing my inner freak to people, for the fear of alienating myself, but she had always surprised me with how accepting she was. It seemed to excite her, with my curious and unconventional tastes, and she could even be described as encouraging. The number of times I’d sent her dick pics from places where having your genitals out would be considered impolite to say the least. The times I’d got her worked up enough to send me dirty snaps from work, in her professional clothes, shirt lifted up, exposed her perfect supple breasts and delicious little pink nipples. Bent over the sink, her tight pencil skirt down, showing of her nice round ass, completely exposed to anyone who could have walked into the work bathroom.
I thought about the time we fooled around in my bedroom, with the window wide open to viewing from the houses and their windows on all sides that faced it. Listening to Jeff Buckley records lead to a make out session in my lounge, which lead to me carrying her to my room, and tasting her concurrently filling her with my fingers. I tasted her as she got increasingly excited, encouraging greater vigour in me. Her deliciously tight little pussy pulsed and pended as she orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed without pause. I didn’t want to stop, but after close to an hour of play, her pussy, and her brain needed a break to recover. As she lay there, eyes closed, in her post orgasmic haze, I climbed over her and slid my now throbbing cock into her mouth, catching her momentarily by surprise, before easing into letting me fuck it. She lay there, head in my pillows, face a mess with her dark hair partly covering it, with me over her face, thrusting into her throat, gently to start with. As she became more energetic, she opened her eyes, looking up at me while I filled her mouth, almost as if begging me to go harder. That’s more encouragement than I needed, as I proceeded to fuck her mouth as hard as I could, holding onto the headboard of my bed so as to thrust deeper into her throat. I could feel and hear her gagging a little, but I couldn’t stop, and she seemed to be able to handle it. We decided to switch it up and, she got onto her knees, as I stood up on my bed, right next to the window, so as to provide a better view to any peeping neighbours. She looked up at me longingly, licking her lips in anticipation of what she wanted to fill her up again. I grabbed her hair, tilted her head back, and thrust her onto my rock hard cock, slobbery from the saliva from her throat. I pushed her head down hard onto my cock and held it there until she started gasping for breath, at which point I pulled her back, and watched as the saliva hung tethered between the head of my swollen hard cock and her chin. I grabbed my cock with my free hand, and slapped her cheeks with it, just to make her face even messier.
“Where do you want my cum?” I asked her. It didn’t really matter because I knew where I was going to cum.
“My boobs,” she asked coyly, knowing that my aim would be higher up than that.
Being this aroused meant that I was running purely on primal desire, and there was no way I wasn’t having my way with her.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed, furiously stroking my cock over her face. She obliged.
“Do you want my cum on your face?” I asked, to which she nodded. “Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Cum on my face,” she whispered softly.
“Don’t stop!” I stroked furiously, looking down at her eager little face, preparing to take the big load she’d worked up with her throat.
“Please cum for me,” she begged…
My attention was quickly brought back to the present, as I noticed movement in the room I lured outside of in the shadows. I noticed her rummaging through her wardrobe, shoving some clothes back in to make space in her room. Had she seen me? There was no way to know, but she certainly continued as if I were not there. She was wearing a grey t-shirt and a checked short shorts, which she quickly removed, to reveal her black panties, which, though not quite a g-string, hid between her asscheeks. She moved to her bed, which was next to the side wall, with a mirror hanging on the door at the foot of it. She played on her phone for a few moments, perhaps texting her boyfriend goodnight, as she appeared to be readying herself for bed. Funny, however, that the lights were still on. Eventually she put the phone next to her bed, and lay back onto the bed, on top of the covers. My eyes widened as I noticed her hands wandering over her body, exploring over her shirt, making their way down to her thighs, which she slowly parted, to allow her hand between them. I noticed the tightness return to my pants, and knew I had to let it free. Making all efforts to be discreet and quiet, I pulled down my pants and my underwear, to spring free my fully erect cock. I grabbed it quickly, feeling it pulse in my hand, rock hard, warm and over-filled. I began to stroke it slowly, from the base, all the way up to just below the head, then with my thumb, rubbing the frenulum, before making it’s way back down. I continued to stroke as I watched her. Suddenly however, she sat up in her bed, making me freeze in terror that I had been caught. But she leaned forward to the door, and closed the door slightly, until the mirror was facing almost directly at me, and her reflection gazing, almost knowingly in my direction. Surely she couldn’t see me in the dark out here? She continued as if she didn’t know there was someone hiding in the shadows, watching her masturbate.
She laid back down, and then turned over, slightly arching her ass up as she slid her right hand back between her legs, and under her panties. I looked up at the mirror with surprise at the view it now provided from this new angle. Her juicy round ass arched up like that, with the view from behind, made my mouth water. I wanted to plant my face between those cheeks. I couldn’t help but stroke faster as I saw this. She quickly ripped off her panties and was playing with herself more vigorously now too, her face planted into the pillows, a faint moan audible through the window, and the other hand grabbing her own ass. She proceed to lift herself up onto her knees, head still buried in the pillow, revealing a spectacular view of her pussy and ass in the mirror. I could feel my cock twitch with excitement in my tight stroking grip, premium leaking from the tip. She sat up, whipped off her shirt and now sitting up, kneeling on her bed, one hand caressing her perfect perky breasts, eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth slightly parted in a deep moan, and other hand furiously rubbing her clit. I could tell she was close with the way her body was tightening up. She reached a moment of pause, with her mouth open, hand still rubbing furiously, before her whole body convulsed in orgasmic release as she collapsed forward onto her pillow, writhing around in pleasure. I couldn’t help myself but to walk closer to the window, clearly now lit with the light shining through her window, furiously stroking myself as I watched her orgasm. I slowed down as she slowed herself into a post orgasmic haze, intermittently jerking a leg or shivers down her back, as she eased back to reality.
I was suddenly taken aback, as she jumped out of bed and stormed out the door. Surely she would have seen me this time? My heart jumped as I heard a door unlock and open, further down the side of the house. I was caught, she was going to come out fuming at me, catch me with my dick out in front of her bedroom, watching her masturbate. However, there was nothing that followed. A few moments later, she came back into her room, turned the lights off, and crawled into bed under the covers. Mildly puzzled, but fully erect, I was unsure what to do. I was too far invested not to cum, but I could barely see her in her now dark room. Curiousity took the better of me however, and I walked toward where I had heard the door, and as I neared it, I noticed the side door to the house slid slightly ajar. What was going on? Had she known I was there the whole time? Was she putting on a show just for me? Was this an invitation? I made my way into the house, quietly and cautiously. It was dark, and I fumbled my way down the corridor to her door, still ajar. I cautiously tip-toed my way into her room, the carpet muffling my footsteps. I now stood at the end of her bed, my uncovered cock standing at attention, with her under the covers except for her face. I no longer knew what was going on, but I knew my cock was pulsing, nagging me to stroke and finish, and I couldn’t help but give in to the impulse. I inched closer to her uncovered face, stroking furiously over it. I was far to worked up to be able to stop, and surely she had left the door open for me for precisely this? I wasn’t sure whether she was actually asleep or not, but she didn’t open her eyes, although she did lick her lips, feigned almost as if to moisten them naturally. I could feel my cock tensing in my hand, I was close. I leaned closer and stroked faster and faster, until..
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