She opened her eyes. Mike’s fingers had spread Amanda open. Sarah could see darkness in the very middle; Amanda was opening like a flower and Sarah was seeing right up inside.
Mike’s finger went in. Two fingers. They went in, out, in, out. Then Amanda took her mouth off of Mike’s cock for long enough to yell out, clenched hard around Mike’s hand and working arm, and then stroked him harder and faster and sucked and stroked as her orgasm rode through her, determined to get the same out of him. Then his eyes closed and his ass clenched and she got her wish as he came. His hips rose to push himself deeper into her sucking mouth and against her rubbing hand. As the last of Amanda’s orgasmic hitches died off, Mike bent forward and jerked. Amanda’s mouth wasn’t large enough or tight enough on him to contain what erupted from him, and runnels of white cum shot with force from between her lips and his cock. She almost gagged but held on, clamping her lips tight, and still it leaked out.
The girl with her pants around her ankles bent in half as if she’d been punched in the stomach, her mouth coming open in a silent orgasm. Nobody turned to look. Then, near her, the girl with the skirt did the same, her foot kicking as if stomping on the brake of a car.
It was too much. Too much.
Sarah felt her orgasm spread out from her middle, from the hand working between her spread her legs. She was totally on display when it happened, her legs spread wide with her own lips and ass on display, her hand rubbing and rubbing, diving in as the wave crashed. She clutched into a ball, her heels kicking against the hardwood floors. She’d forgotten she was wearing heels. She’d forgotten it was wrong to spread one’s pussy to the world and work it until you came in a room full of people, too.
It took what felt like forever for the last waves to subside and the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt to depart, but when it did, reality returned like a hammer. What was she doing? Did she want everyone in the room to see her everything? But all eyes were still on the couch, the crowd hooting and hollering and — Sarah couldn’t believe it — actually high-fiving each other. Amanda was apparently willing to make the most of the show. She was licking Mike’s flagging cock in long, dramatic strokes, licking the cum into pools on his lap. Mike himself was spent, laying back with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. Several of his buddies had come forward and were holding palms out, trying to get him to high-five.
Nobody had seen her. Sarah unpocketed her panties and discreetly pulled them on, then stood and smoothed her skirt. She’d left a puddle on the seat of the alcove, but if she got out of here quickly enough, that wouldn’t be a problem.
The crowd was starting to break up, threatening any second to turn in other directions. She was no longer exposed, but she would be implicated by the fact that she’d stayed through the whole thing.
She turned and scampered up the steps, onto the second floor.
Luckily, there seemed to be nobody upstairs. She easily crossed to the front of the house and came down via the front staircase. Only one guy saw her coming down. Before he could say anything, she told him, “Your toilet is clogged up there. It’s disgusting.” And she made a face that was starting to feel natural again, now that her moment of indiscretion had passed and she was reminded of why the place had repulsed her to begin with.
Greg was still there, still up front, talking to his friends. He’d missed the whole thing.
She tapped him on the shoulder. “Greg? I really have to be getting back.”
Ever oblivious but dutiful, Greg sprung up with a smile and said of course, that he’d be happy to take her home. Then he said his goodbyes to his friends and moments later, they were outside in his car.
“So did you have fun tonight?” he asked, his face full of hopeful enthusiasm.
“Yes,” she said with what was finally a genuine smile. “It was fantastic.”
About the Author
Hi, I’m Lexi!
I write sexy stories about people who know what they want and aren’t afraid to reach out and take it.
I think that most books would have erotic elements if more writers were willing to tell the truth, and I’m not afraid to let the camera roll in the intimate places where other authors would yell “cut.”
I believe that sexy stories allow us to learn more about ourselves, and see how sex and intimacy fit into our world—so I write those stories and then share them with you.
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