Caught Perving

I’m upstairs in the sanctity of my own bedroom having myself a little jerk-off session when the door slams open and in storm my mom’s two friends, Amy Claire and Danielle Cheng.

“What’re you doing?!” I yell at them, scrambling to grab the blanket to cover myself, tripping over the leg of table as I do, stumbling onto the side of my bed, spilling onto the carpet.

“I knew it!” Amy’s eyes flare triumphantly, her hands on her hips, “You little pervert.”

“What a sicko,” Danielle shakes her head with disgust, “You think we couldn’t see you up here, touching your dick why you stared at our yoga routine out back?” She stamps up to where I was by the window, pries open to slats in the blinds, sees for herself the view of our lawn where my mother and her friends are just now taking a break from stretching out on the colorful mats, bodies and curves glistening as their skintight outfits catch the sun. “Your own mother, Justin?”

I’ve climbed to my feet, my hands attempting but failing to cover my defiantly-stiff cock, my cheeks red with embarrassment. “Not my mother!” I protest, “Gross! Never!”

“Then who?” Amy says, coming up to me, poking her finger into my bare chest. “Which one of us?”

I stammer, the words catching in my throat. “I– I–”

Danielle joins Amy in front of me, the both of them shorter than me but miles taller in intimidation. “Yes, who?”

“Well–” I cough, shrug, glance down at Danielle’s chest. It’s considerably large, perky in her silvery tight top, a little window of cleavage showing below her collar. “I mean–”

“I can’t believe it,” Danielle explodes, hands flying up, eyes flaring wide. Tits bouncing, I can’t help but notice.

She doesn’t push me, but I stumble backwards anyway, trip on my bed and fall with my back on the mattress. I try again to cover my cock, to push it down between my legs.

“The little pervert can’t stop touching himself,” Amy says to her friend, “Even now. Look at him, still trying to jack off.”

“No!” I raise my hands open-palmed in a show of innocence. My thick veiny cock springs up from my hips right in the women’s faces. “That’s not– it’s not what it looks like!”

“You sure?” Amy says, “Because it looks like you’re jacking off to my friend here, Justin. Hope you can afford a good lawyer, kiddo.”

“No–” I start, “I mean– ok, I was. But it wasn’t just her. I mean, like, also, you know…” I nod at Amy, at her hips. Her tight midriff is bare between two black stretches of springy fabric, one wrapped snug around her chest, the other around her crotch. The seam in her shorts runs straight down from the waistband and between her thighs, echoing the slit it covers.

Amy’s nose flares. “You think I’m jealous? You think I’m upset because you’re horny for my friend and not for me?”

Danielle’s lips curl into a grin, her shoulders shift in a shrug. “Well, you were, weren’t you? I’m two years older than you, still got it going on, don’t I?”

“The fuck, Danielle? So what if you bought yourself huge fucking tits? That’s such a cheap trick. You saw him, it’s my pussy he’s dreaming about plowing with that massive erection of his.”

Danielle shakes her head. “These tits were anything but cheap. And it’s not your pussy he’s dreaming of, you ho. It’s your ass. Your reputation for loving anal precedes you, even to Justin here’s bedroom, apparently.”

Amy tucks her red hair behind her ears, sets her jaw. “Like I’d let him near my ass. A cock like that wouldn’t even fit, anyway.”

“Don’t pretend the idea of trying isn’t already soaking your panties.” Danielle turns to me. “Justin, tell her. Where do you want to shove that cock of yours? Which hole?”

I wet my lips. “I–”

“Who cares what he wants?” Amy bristles, “All that matters is, what’s we going to do with his erection now that he’s got it? I can see you getting thirsty, Danielle. I can see you doing the mental calculations, whether you can fit that fucking monster down your throat, if you can last longer than you could with that ski instructor last winter.”

“Alexei was a gentle lover,” Danielle says, “And very well-hung. Not as much as Justin here, somehow, but I doubt this boy knows what to do with the thing.”’

I protest, “Hey–”

“No,” Amy considers, talking over me, “He probably doesn’t. Do you think…”

“We should show him?” Danielle finishes her question. She turns to me, looking me up and down like a slab at meat at the butchers, her jet black hair trim and neat over her shoulders, her dark eyes penetrating.

Amy bites her lip, studies my cock. “Stroke yourself, Justin. Show us what you were doing.”

My hand shakes, my voice quivers. “But– I–”

“Do it!” she barks.

I grab my shaft in my fist, give it a weak little rub.

“What a waste of time,” Danielle rolls her eyes, “Let’s get the fuck outta here, Amy. Leave the pervert to his sorry masturbation.”

“Wait!” I say, “No! I’ll do whatever you say. You want to see me jerk off? Fine, ok, here.” And I stroke myself for real, staring at Danielle’s tits, at Amy’s ass, making my cock throb as I work its vein.

“Fuck that’s huge,” Danielle mutters, watching.

“I call dibs on his face,” Amy says, shimmying her yoga shorts to the ground. She doesn’t just have a gloriously thick ass, she’s also got a waxed bare pussy, plump and plush.

“When’d you get the new tattoo?” Danielle points at Amy’s hip.

“Manny bought it for me last year, apology for when I caught him cheating.”

“He’s such trash,” Danielle says.

“I know,” Amy says, “But rich. And also, I fucked the tattoo artist to get back at him. Anyway, Justin, get your tongue fucking ready.” She crawls onto my bed, coming up to my head, peering down at me with a naughty grin. And then she’s straddling me, hips over my face, thick thighs pinching my ears, ass filling my vision, pussy pressing against my mouth. I have no choice but to lick her, to drink her down. She’s sweet, and so very wet.

Eating pussy, I reach for my cock only to feel my hands batted away, someone else’s fists close around my shaft and pump the pleasure into me. My hands are pulled up and placed on Amy’s tits, which through her sportsbra I squeeze and grope and fondle and caress as she rides my mouth, as my cock is massaged.

The feel of a woman’s hands on my penis is worlds better than my own touch, the unpredictable pace, the silky light teasing brush, the sudden demanding pressure as she pinches tight. My cock pulses even stiffer, my balls swell and flex.

My cheeks run slick with pussy juice. Muffled by Amy’s thighs, I hear the women laugh, some joke I can’t hear. But then my cock is left derelict, swaying and forgotten. I whimper into Amy’s pussy, feel her legs squeeze my head. The message received, I lick her vigorously, sucking on her lips.

And then– the unmistakable feel of pussy sliding down my shaft. Down, down, down it goes, incredibly deep, until hips are resting on my hips, until pussy juice tickles my balls. I moan, buried in what must be Danielle to the hilt, a pleasure doubled in the forbidden. I thrust my hips into her, and she meets my drives with her own, aligning our rhythms. I’m being used by these two older women and am loving every moment of it, thinking it can get no better than this.

Mid-thrust, a hand closes around my balls, her fingers pressing into my nuts, the woman’s grip closing down around and tugging on my sac.

I groan in absolute ecstasy. I hear the women laugh again, and I don’t care. I’m eating, I’m fucking, I’m moaning and writhing and don’t want it to ever end.

As I eat her, orgasm wrenches through Amy like an avalanche, coming on fast and strong and making her shudder and shake and smother me with her ass and drown me in oozing heat from her pussy. I suck it down, licking her clean while my hands slide up under her bra and pinch her nipples. I’m rewarded by her having a second climax, full-body convulsions making Amy grind her ass into me.

When she rolls off me, leaving me gasping down the air I’d been denied, she mutters, “Fuck, I think I do need this boy in my ass.”

“Hold on!” Danielle grunts through clenched teeth, her cute features screwed up as ecstasy strains them tight, her massive tits bouncing in her bra. She’s riding my cock with purpose, with determination, headed clearly towards her destination.

She reaches for her top and yanks it up, glorious breasts spilling free and bouncing wildly with each thrust, stiff nipples splaying in a way I can’t but stare at. I reach forward, grab them, fill my palms with her incredible breasts, watch her soft smooth skin squeeze through my fingers.

Danielle rewards me with a tighter grip on my balls, one which makes me buck and grunt and shove myself into her harder.

“Don’t use him up!” Amy says, watching jealously, hand between her thighs, fingers pulsing.

“A cock like this,” Danielle says, blowing away a strand of hair that’s been knocked loose, “Has plenty to go around. I’m nearly there!”

“Fuck. He’s really making you cum, isn’t he?”

“Almost!”

“Look at you, Justin,” Amy grins at me, “Not even her husband can do that to her.”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” Danielle groans, eyes pinched shut, head swinging to one side and then the other, “Oh my fucking god! Ohhnnnnggg…” As her thrusts become erratic, she climaxes in waves, each one twisting through her body, bequeathing behind a wake of pleasure which leaves her delirious. Collapsing onto my chest, she finally slides off my cock, and I roll her onto the bed next to me.

To my other side is Amy, resting on hips, thick and round ass towards me. “Ready to finish yourself off?” she giggles.

I gather myself up and roll her face down, watching my hands swim through the fat glory of her round ass. My cock sways above her, dripping with Danielle’s pussy juice.

“Stick it in me!” Amy barks, pushing her ass out.

I spit on her asshole, rub it in with the tip of my dick.

She wriggles her hips side to side. And then I’m inside this thick redhead MILF’s ass, fucking the tightest hole I have ever fucked. Watching my shaft disappear up between this woman’s marvelous glutes is a sight which mesmerizes me, and I need it in a way I’ve never before needed anything. Nothing will stop me from enjoying this ass, from pumping it full of my semen.

“Cum on my tits,” Danielle coos, curling up next to her friend, holding her chest out in her hands.

Well, maybe one thing…

“Fuck! So big… I’m cumming again…” Amy groans, hands between her legs, grabbing my balls and fingering herself as I pump my meat into her ass. I slide myself out to the tip, shove all the way back in, a hypnotic and steady rhythm as the older woman screams and writhes beneath me, legs kicking up, red hair spilling from her pony tail and splaying out across her back.

Through all her spasms, the incredible tightness is more than I can take, and I can feel the orgasm rising inside me. Eyeing Danielle’s tits — watching her thumb her nipples — I lose it, throwing my head back and riding Amy’s ass right to the limit. And just as the cum starts spurting from me, I pull my cock out, aim my spraying shaft at Danielle’s rack.

She helps, leaning in, gripping me as thick ropes of spunk paint her nipples white, milking my cock as fat pools of sticky cum ooze down her only to be replenished by fresh loads. Even for me, it’s a huge cumshot, the semen flowing and flowing as my orgasm rolls on.

When my balls finally relax, I collapse backwards, limbs floppy and spilling to the mattress. The world feels hazy and warm and soft, like pussy…

“Aw,” Amy says, “We used him up so soon.”

“He put up a good first showing,” I hear Danielle say, “Definite potential. We can work with this.”

Work with me? I wonder, but exhaustion takes me, and I pass out.

When I wake, I slink out of the house and spend the rest of the day hiding from my mom, playing games in my friend’s basement. But late in the evening she catches me sneaking back in. “Justin! There you are, where’ve you been all day?”

“Out,” I shrug self-consciously.

She shrugs too, “Ok, whatever.” And I guess that’s that. “By the way, my friend Danielle Cheng — you know her, right? Big huge mansion, with that incredible view, we had dinner there last year? — right, well, she was asking about you. Told me to tell you she wanted you to come over tomorrow morning, work on some sort of special project? Do you know what she’s talking about?”

“Oh, uh…” I scramble, “It was just, um, something with her computer.”

“Huh. Ok, well. So you’ll be there tomorrow then? I can tell her you’re coming?”

“Um, yes,” I nod, swallowing guiltily, “You can tell her I’m coming.”