Caught In The Moment

I woke up with a cracking headache and struggled feebly to get out of the sheets I had wrapped myself up tightly in through the night. It took a second to remember that I was not in my own bed, that I was in the guest bedroom of my good friend Lisa and her fiancé Steve.

The sun was still just coming up as I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. The after taste of beer was souring my breath. It was a girl's night in and Lisa and I had put a pretty good dent in their beer supply before Steve had gotten home. He had been pretty tired from a full twelve-hour construction shift and had crashed straight away, with Lisa following him shortly there after. That had pretty much ended the night.

I adjusted my cotton camisole and panties, the only clothes I had on, and quietly stepped to the closed bedroom door. Just as I reached for the handle I heard an unusual rustling from the other side. Their apartment isn't very big, and the spare bedroom opens into their living room. I pried the door open very carefully, fearful of any pending squeak but I was rewarded with an opening large enough for me to spy out of.

I was looking at the back of one of the couches; Steve's head and shoulders were visible. There was a rustle of paper and a prolonged noise that sounded like soft clapping.

I nudged the door open slowly and eased myself out of the room. I crept along the wall behind him, thinking I could make the bathroom without being seen. But then I saw a sight I will never forget. A magazine was open on his bare knees; the glossy photos screamed skin magazine even from this distance. But of more interest to me was the cock Steve was stroking outside his briefs.

I stood perfectly still and watched while Steve jacked himself quickly as he turned the pages and viewed the details. I was mesmerised, and my own hands unwillingly crept across my body; one seeking a breast, the other slipping under the elastic waist of my panties to tease my clit. The folds of my sex parted easily, the nub rising to meet my probing fingers. The thrill of watching without Steve knowing was making me very hot, let alone the sight of his beautiful cock head and long shaft. My own boyfriend James had a great dick as well, but Steve's was making me drool. The thought I was getting myself worked up secretly watching my best friend's man masturbate, and any guilt or negative thought that could flow from it, was lost in the moment.

"Need help with that?" I whispered.

I tried not to laugh when the magazine went flying from his lap and he jumped up and turned in mid-flight to face me. The hand on my breast went to cover my mouth from a giggle as his huge pole bounced up and down in front of him.

"Jesus Claire, don't scare me like that!"

"Sshhh. Lisa still sleeping?"

"Yeah."

"Can I lend you a hand?" I smiled seductively, realising I still had one hand down my panties, my breasts openly revealed.

"Been watching long?"

"Long enough. Let's take a look at the magazine." I stepped closer and bent over to retrieve the magazine from the floor. I placed it on the coffee table and stayed bent at the waist knowing my panties would be pulled tight across my backside. Steve steeped closer and I felt his hands slide over my back and his cock jump happily at my hip. I reached behind me and gently grasped it, giving it slow, firm tugs.

"Jeez Steve, this doesn't look a bit like Lisa? Nor me for that matter? Is she your type?"

"Nah, she's just fluff. You two are sex goddess'."

"Good answer." I straightened and turned into his arms, my hand still squeezing his hot cock. I noticed my voice dropped a little and became a little huskier. "I love how gorgeous your cock is Steve; can I have a taste?"

He glanced down the hall to their closed bedroom door. "Sure."

I pushed him playfully back down onto the sofa and knelt between his open legs. I wiggled his shorts completely off and ran my fingers along the inside of his thighs. I laughed with excitement to see his huge rod jump with anticipation. One hand massaged his heavy balls; the other began a faster, stronger stroke of his cock.

"Oh fuck, Claire, take me in your beautiful mouth."

"You want me to fuck you with my mouth?"

'No, no, I want to fuck your tight cunt but right now I need to feel you suck my cock."

I leaned forward and I heard Steve sigh when I finally ran my lips gently over the tip of his cock. I worked him slowly, drawing him deep into my throat and then out again. I teased the length with my tongue, folded my lips around the side, and wiggled my tongue into the tiny crack there to taste his precum.

"Enough sugar!" Steve pushed my shoulders back. "Let me taste your sweet pussy."

"Get me good and wet Steve and then fuck me hard."

We clawed at each other as we switched positions until my cotton camisole and panties were off and Steve was burying his face in my snatch. As big and hard as Steve's cock is, his tongue was equally powerful. I let my fingers drift down and join his mouth, rubbing and teasing my clit, feeling his tongue kiss my fingers and mix my flowing juices. He nuzzled my fingers out of the way and sucked my clit hard, making me moan with my first orgasm. I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him.

Steve began to crawl up my body and I reached down to guide him into me. He was rough and eager and drove half his cock into me before meeting some resistance. He pulled back a little and thrust again. He meant to be deep in me in a quick fashion. I dug my nails into his chest and whimpered with pain and pleasure.

Steve was finally rewarded by sinking his entire length completely within me, and our mouths met open with wet, hot kisses. One of his free hands massaged my nipple painfully but I enjoyed it. I wiggled and squirmed under him. I reached down and held my lips apart and felt his cock slide in and out of me.

"Oh fuck, Claire, you're so fucking tight!"

"Well, I don't have a dick this big stretching my cunt everyday."

Steve gathered me up and pulled himself into a sitting position, with me straddling his legs. He couldn't pump too much now and so it was up to me to rise and fall on his huge pole. Steve busied himself by nibbling on my large nipples, teasing each of them while reaching around to grab my ass.

He slid off the couch and landed on his knees with me still impaled. He pushed the coffee table away and laid me gently down on my back. But not for long. Steve rolled me up until just my shoulders and head was on the floor, his cock almost driving straight down into me. I literally bounced on my cunt, abusing my hole like it hadn't been before.

"Oh fuck Claire, oh fuck!"

"Fuck me Steve, cum in me, cum in me, fill me with your load. Yes yes yes!"

My back was killing me but the pleasure was overriding that for now as he jackhammered into me. Steve didn't feel my next orgasm but he heard me whimper.

"Can you cum again?" he asked.

"Just keep fucking me you bastard."

Steve didn't need much more encouragement and he pounded my hole without mercy, his weight pressing down on me. I glanced to one side and saw the magazine he was looking at, open now to an image of this very scene. The girl in the picture looked as uncomfortable as I felt but I bet our facial expressions matched.

"Now Steve, cum now, hurry, hurry…oh fuck!"

My third orgasm almost made me scream and Steve pulled out of me, his hot spunk squirting down my inverted body, hitting my breast, shoulder and then face. I opened my mouth and got the slightest taste as several drops fell inside.

He finally relaxed and lowered my ass down to the carpet. I reached up and wiped the cum from my cheeks, taking my slick fingers into my mouth. "Mmmm, tasty."

Steve went and got a towel from the kitchen and helped wipe me off. I surprised him when I launched my mouth over his cock and cleaned him off. I was just dancing on one foot, getting my panties on when I heard Lisa coming down the hall. I had forgotten about my friend even being in the same place; let alone the fact I had just fucked her boyfriend. I fell back on my ass with my mouth maintaining the same shape as it had when I was sucking Steve's dick with the shock of the moment.

I would like to say Lisa came and joined us and we had a magnificent threeway and things ended all nice and exciting. But they didn't. There was a physical fight and lots of abuse, I ran out of the apartment, never to be friends with Lisa again. She and Steve broke up, and I'm not proud to say he and I started seeing each other for about six months, until he cheated on me as well.

But what can I say? I was caught in the moment, caught in the tractor beam of the most incredible cock I had ever seen. I do regret breaching the trust of the friend, but not the most amazing sex of my life!

Hellcats 15 - Disc 1