Watched at Home

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  She looked surprised. “The quarterback?”

  “Yep, that one.”

  “Damn, maybe we aren’t going to have any guys in common. You have some real A-listers in your notches.”

  I laughed. “Well, first of all, I’m working my way down, and secondly, I wouldn’t label Glen as an A-lister. The whole thing was over in thirty seconds.”

  “Seriously?” she said, giggling.

  “Yeah, and I think I’m being generous. He only got half way in before he pulled out and spurted all over my stomach and tits.”

  “No way!”

  “And that’s not even the worst part. As I was cleaning myself off with my panties, he had the nerve to ask me if I came.”

  She howled with laugher, and had to catch her breath.

  “Needless to say,” I continued, “the quarterback didn’t get a second chance to get into the game.”

  When she stopped laughing, she said, “Ok, how about Jeff Danzinger?”

  I stared at her in shock. “Jeff?”

  She stared back. “I knew it! See? I can’t swing a fucking dead cat in this town without hitting someone I’m sexually linked to.”

  “You and Jeff?” I asked.

  “Yeah. We dated for three months.”

  “Same here,” I said.

  “Yeah, that’s about the limit with Jeff. That’s when his little fetish gets to be too much.”

  I laughed. “I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

  She was on a roll now. “It started off ok. I mean, we’re fucking, you know, doggy style, and his fingers start to wander. And I’m ok with that. A little ass play is fun. Hell, I even tease Tony’s pucker when I’m giving him head, and he likes it.”

  I laughed.

  “So I was ok with Jeff at first. But the next time we’re in that position, his fingers are going wild back there, probing me like I was a captured human specimen on a fucking UFO. I was like, hey buddy, give it a break. Unlike my pussy, I have to use that for other things.”

  I was laughing hard, trying to catch my breath.

  “So he backed off. Then the next time, he’s licking my pussy, you know, up and down, up and down, all the way from the top to the bottom, nice long licks. I was enjoying myself until I noticed his tongue would wander south of the border now and then. Lick-lick-lick, and then a little swirl down over my asshole. I’m like, fine, go ahead if that’s your thing. It feels weird, but not too bad. Just don’t plan on kissing me when you’re done.”

  My sides were hurting from laughing so much.

  “And then it’s lick-swirl-lick, then lick-swirl-swirl, and then he dropped all pretenses of being interested in my vagina, and went to town like he’d given up chocolate for lent and it was finally Easter morning. He was actually fucking my ass with his tongue. Which, to be honest, wasn’t that bad, and I managed to come by diddling myself while he was busy down there.”

  “But of course, he wasn’t happy with just that, and he wanted to put his dick in next. And as you well know, he’s not a small guy, and as you can see, I’m a petite lady. I’m not good at math, but that addition wasn’t adding up to be a pleasurable experience. He tried talking me into it, and when I said no, it seemed like it was all he could think about. I finally had to end it to spare my sanity.”

  I was finally able to catch my breath, and I nodded. “It was all the same with me, even the tongue fucking.”

  She grinned. “Did he go nuts when you didn’t let him ass fuck you?”

  I blushed and she looked surprised. “You let him?”

  I gave her an embarrassed shrug. “I was curious.”

  “And?”

  “A little painful at first, but not too bad.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. Not something I want to do all the time, but yeah.”

  “You’re a better woman than me. So why’d you break it off?”

  I blushed again. “Well, his obsession didn’t end with ass fucking.”

  She looked confused. “I’m not following. What comes after that?”

  “Well, with Jeff, what comes after that is him asking me if he could watch.”

  Her brow furrowed. “Watch? Watch what?”

  I could feel the blush heating my cheeks. “Me.”

  “You?”

  “Yeah, he wanted to watch me take a shit.”

  Her eyes went wide. “No fucking way!”

  “And it gets worse.”

  “How could it fucking possibly get worse?”

  “He wanted me to do it while we were sixty-nining – with me on top.”

  She stared at me without speaking. Then she said, “If you tell me you said yes, I’m leaving. Even if I have to fucking walk home.”

  I laughed hard again. “Of course not. That was the reason I broke it off.”

  She relaxed. “Oh thank god.”

  “But,” I added, “after we broke up, he dated Marilyn West for six months.” I grinned.

  “Oh shit. Now I have to think about what that cow did with him. Thanks a lot.”

  We were laughing hard when the boys rejoined us.

  “What’s so funny?” Joey asked, sitting beside me and looking delicious as he dripped onto the deck.

  “We’re just swapping girl stories,” I replied, leaning into him.

  He kissed me, and our tongues touched briefly. He said, “You’re not sharing any of our secrets, are you?”

  “Of course,” I replied with a grin. “That’s what we girls do.”

  We kissed again, and his tongue explored my mouth. I sucked on it softly, capturing it between my teeth. I could feel the sexual tension of the day settling into my crotch, causing a tightening sensation, accompanied by a slipperiness.

  We separated, and noticed that Tony and Gwen were staring at us.

  “Get a room,” Tony said with a grin.

  “Now that sounds like a good idea,” I said, tightening my arms around Joey’s shoulders. “I happen to have one of those nearby.” I was horny as hell.

  Joey leaned in and we kissed again. I didn’t care if Tony and Gwen were watching. Our tongues intertwined, and he nibbled on my lip.

  I pulled back and said, “Joey, you want to see the new swimsuit I bought?”

  He grinned. “Sure.”

  “Follow me.” I took his hand and led him towards the changing room. “You two be good now,” I said to my other guests.

  “Have fun,” Gwen said.

  Chapter 9

  As soon as we got inside the changing room, I turned on Joey and kissed him hard, my arms around his shoulders as I pulled him down to me. Our tongues danced and I had flashbacks of his backseat.

  “Mmm, baby,” he said, “you’re hotter than ever.”

  “I need you.”

  “I can tell.” He reached down and slipped his hand in the side of my bikini bottoms, and dragged his finger through my slit, feeling my wetness. I groaned as I held him.

  His finger made a few laps around my clit before sliding back out. His eyes locked on mine as he sucked the finger into his mouth.

  “You taste as good as ever, babe.”

  I took his hand and pulled his finger from his mouth, and brought it to my lips. My tongue flicked out against his rough skin, and I tasted a faint trace of myself.

  “That’s so fucking sexy,” he breathed.

  My hand moved down and I cupped the front of his swimsuit. He was half hard and bulging out the front. I squeezed, and felt his cock twitch. I watched his eyes as the pleasure I was causing flickered subtly across his face. He was never one to show a lot of emotion during sex, but if you knew him and watched closely, you could see it.

  I dropped to my knees and kissed his cock through the still-wet material. He sighed softly. I followed the bulge with my lips, kissing along his length until I reached the swollen head. Opening my mouth, I gripped it with my lips through the cloth. Sucking, I could taste the chlorinated water with him mixed in.

  His hands moved to the side of my
head, and gripped me lightly, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, and reached up and pulled his suit down over his hips, to his mid thighs. His familiar cock sprang out, arching out and up, still with a bit of a droop as he had yet to reach full hardness. I was about to take care of that.

  Not wasting any time, I opened my mouth wide and took him inside, only the head at first as I swirled my tongue around it. It twitched and swelled, the head becoming smoother as it pulsed with blood. My lips locked around the sensitive ridge, as my tongue danced in happy undulations over the tip. Pushing my head forward, I began taking him deeper.

  He groaned softly as my lips tightened around him and began to slide down his shaft. His dick swelled to full hardness, now arching slightly upward, as it reached for the back of my throat. My tongue played a tune on the veined underside as it slid past, my mouth opening wider to take him deep.

  His hands were tightening on my hair, twitching from the pleasure I was giving him. I knew he liked to control it at the end, and I was looking forward to when his hands gripped me hard and held me in place as he fucked my mouth to put himself over the edge. That was what I had tried to explain to Gwen – the two sides of Joey. He could be gentle like he was now, but he also could inflict pain – the good kind of pain – just when you needed it.

  His cockhead wedged into the back of my throat, and I held him there, reaching up to cup his large balls in my hand. I massaged them gently as my mouth created a vacuum around his shaft, working my throat to massage the knob of his head. His fingers twitched again, a sure sign that he was enjoying this.

  My lips slid off of him, nice and slow, as my tongue flicked against his sensitive skin. Out he went, until the head bumped over my lips and just the tip was in my mouth. I could taste him now, and I groaned softly, loving that animal-like flavor. I probed the tip of my tongue into the tight slit, searching for more of his taste.

  His hands tugged at my head, letting me know he was ready for me to begin. It was like we hadn’t missed three years, as we picked up where we left off, reading each other’s little signs.

  I slid down again, taking him deep, then back out, keeping my mouth tight around him. Then again, and again, over and over. His cock glistened wetly from my saliva as I pumped my head on his rigid rod. I found my rhythm and stuck to it, drawing the pleasure out of him slowly as my lips ovaled tightly up and down his shaft.

  I was so into my cocksucking, I had forgotten where I was. But now I remembered and my pussy gushed a wet bubble of juice as I thought about Shane watching me do this.

  Sometime later tonight, when he got home, he would probably look at the videos his camera captured. He would see the two guys changing, and probably delete them. Then he would come upon Gwen putting on her suit, and he would probably pause to watch it, since he’d never seen her before. Then he would get to the next video – this one.

  And he would see me sucking a cock. And loving it. Would he get hard? Or did Beth’s pussy wear him out, and he’d have to wait until the morning to jack off to the high-definition sight of me salivating all over a hard dick? And the ultimate irony would be, as he was watching me do this, he would be unaware that the dick I was sucking was only a stand in for his own cock – just as every cock in my mouth had been since I saw his Hawaii video.

  I wished I could be there when he watched it for the first time. To see the expression of surprise on his face. Followed by the lust.

  Then I had a better idea. I wished I could suck him as he watched it. Take his cock into my mouth as he watched me blow Joey. Then he would know what it felt like too.

  I was so far gone in my fantasies, I hadn’t picked up the signs of Joey’s impending orgasm. So I was surprised when his fingers tightened hard in my hair, jerking my head forward as he thrust his hips powerfully against me.

  He cockhead lodged in the back of my throat, and I felt it swell hugely, blocking my breathing. In the next second, I felt the hot jet of his seething cum blast against my throat muscles, causing me to gag slightly.

  I swallowed quickly, just in time to accept the next fiery burst of unleashed load, as his fingers painfully yanked my hair. He was no longer gentle Joey, but instead a grunting and thrusting brute out for only his own pleasure, using me to satisfy his wanton lusts. And I loved every second of it.

  He fired bolt after bolt of hot swirling cream into my mouth, groaning out moans with each one, until I couldn’t keep up and it spilled out the corners of my lips, dripping down over my chin.

  I continued to suckle at him, swallowing as I felt his swollen flesh pulse warmly in my tight mouth.

  He began to soften, and I still held him in my oral embrace, sliding my tongue over his spent cock, causing him to twitch with pleasure. Finally, I slid my mouth off of him, milking him with my hand so that his last drop seeped out on my tongue.

  “Fuck me,” he gasped, catching his breath. “Either you’ve been practicing, or my memory is shot, because I don’t ever remember it being that good.” He looked down at me in appreciation.

  I grinned proudly up at him. He reached down and wiped a line of his cum off of my cheek with his thumb, and I opened her mouth so he would feed it to me, licking it clean.

  He pulled me up and slid his hand back into my bottoms. I was sopping now, soaking the crotch of the silky material. I gripped his bicep with my hand and closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure for a moment.

  But after a few seconds, I pushed him away. “Not now. Let’s check on Tony and Gwen.”

  “They can take care of themselves,” he said with a grin, pulling up his suit.

  “I know. But it’s kind of rude for us to just leave them there alone.”

  “Whatever,” he said, and put his arm around me.

  Chapter 10

  When we walked out, we were surprised to see Tony and Gwen were missing. They weren’t at the table, or in the pool. They either left, or were in the house.

  Joey chuckled. “I told you they could take care of themselves.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What do you think I mean. Tony tells me her little pussy goes nonstop. They’re probably in the house giving it a workout.”

  “Where in the house?”

  He shrugged. “How should I know? Let’s go check.” He began to pull me towards the door.

  I resisted. “Maybe we should give them some privacy.”

  “Come on. We’ll satisfy your curiosity about where they are, then we’ll come back out here and finish what we started.”

  I grinned at him. “Is that a promise?”

  “Oh yeah. We’re definitely not done yet. Come on.”

  I allowed him to pull me into the house, and I expected to see the couple on one of the living room couches, fucking their brains out, but they weren’t around. I checked all the rooms downstairs, but each was empty.

  A thought occurred to me. What if they were in Shane’s room? If so, he would have another video waiting for him when he got home.

  We walked up the stairs and checked my room first. It was clear.

  “Hey,” Joey said, “remember the time I snuck in here while Shane was downstairs?”

  “Of course.”

  “You came quick that night.”

  I grinned. “Nice of you to remember. Let’s go.”

  We walked down the hall to Shane’s room. The door was closed.

  “You sure you want to do this?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “We’ll just check and leave.”

  “Ok.” I turned the knob quietly and opened the door. The bed was to the side, so we stepped in and leaned around the door. Yep, they were here.

  Tony was lying back on the bed, and Gwen was straddling him, moving her ass up and down on his cock. She hadn’t been exaggerating, it was big. It stretched her little pussy wide as she rode it up and down, her head thrown back in passion. They hadn’t noticed us yet.

  Although we had told ourselves that we would leave once we saw whe
re they were, we both stood there staring at the couple on the bed. My eyes were fixed on their bodies – how they moved together and where they were joined. Gwen’s ass moved like a slow piston as her pussy swallowed his thick tool over and over.

  I glanced at Joey, and he was staring at the same spot I was, his eyes locked on them in a glaze of lust. He looked at me and gave me his sexy smile, which I returned.

  He stepped behind me and took me in his arms, pressing his newly hardening cock against my ass. His lips were warm on the side of my neck as he bent down and kissed me there, while reaching up to cup my breasts in his strong hands. I gasped as his fingers found my hard nipples and squeezed them through my bikini top.

  I ground my ass back against him, showing my approval, and his hands moved up and back down again, sliding between my top and my warm breasts, cupping their soft flesh, pinching my nipples between his fingers. His teeth nibbled at my neck, and I reached back and gripped his stiff cock through his swimsuit.

  The couple on the bed continued to fuck, oblivious of us for the moment. Gwen moved to her feet as she squatted on him, dipping her cunt down to envelop him in its tight embrace. She was fascinating to watch, her tight compact body built for sex. She moved on him like a graceful sexual animal, with no wasted motion. Her pussy and his cock made soft wet sounds as they thrust against one another.

  Joey slid one of his hands down over my stomach, dipping inside the waistband of my bikini bottoms and down to my saturated mound. A finger slipped into my swollen slit, and I groaned as it probed my slickness, worming around in my delicate folds.

  He began finger fucking me, jabbing his long digit into my tight depths as his thumb found my clit, rolling over it in a circular motion. It had been too long since I’d felt a man’s hands on me, and I cried out in pleasure, pressing my hips against him, urging him on.

  My hand stroked his cock, which was rock solid again, despite blasting its load into my mouth only minutes before. I needed it inside of me.

  I turned in his arms to face him, and his hands went to the clasp of my top, undoing it. The bra slackened, but my breasts stayed firm, and he pulled the garment off of me and dropped it to the floor.