Chapter 3: Caught Masturbating By Keith

“Whoa! ... Now THIS is what I call a nice homecoming!”

My orgasm was at its peak and there wasn’t much of anything that could stop me once I got to this point. As much as hearing a voice in the room should have shocked me and brought me to earth, I simply couldn’t take my hand away from my pussy. I HAD to finish, I HAD to make myself keep cumming. You may as well ask an addict to stop getting high as ask me to stop my orgasm, especially one as intense and pleasurable as this one. Besides, it was probably just a voice from the video anyway as nobody should be entering the house, let alone a man.

Actually, I don’t even think it really registered with me that someone might be in the room. I was too caught up in my own emotions and the incredible surges of pleasure that were emanating from my pussy and flowing out every pore of my body. Besides, I didn’t hear anything more and with my eyes tightly closed, I used my left hand to take over rubbing my clit and put two of the fingers of my right hand deep into my soaking wet cunt.

“Fuck me ... oh yeah fuck me Keith,” I moaned softly, dreaming it was me in the video being nailed instead of Kathy.

My imagination was running in overdrive, picturing her watching me now, seeing me in her sexy lingerie, masturbating as the video of her being screwed by her husband played on the big screen TV in front of me. God, what would she say if she heard me begging her husband to fuck me? For that matter, what would HE say?

Thinking of them watching me just made my orgasm all the more intense as it just kept going on and on and on. Poor men, they just cum for a few seconds and it’s like, game over, go to sleep. I loved being a woman, the incredible feelings I get when I orgasm, especially when it just seems to never stop, driving me insane with the sheer pleasure that it gives me. As my mind exploded, all I could think about was how I wanted her to watch her husband fuck me, for Mrs. America to see Mr. America screwing their babysitter. What would she say when he came in me, when her high school sweetheart betrayed his vows to her right in front of her, not caring what shame and horror she was feeling.

“Cum in me Keith, that’s it ... cum in me,” I groaned, imagining his cock swelling inside of me, releasing his sperm deep in me, imagining the look of shock on Kathy’s face as she realized what her husband had just done to me. To take her husband’s sperm, to have him mate me in front of her, to show her how much more he wanted to fuck me than her, was all I wanted.

As much as I would have liked it to go on forever, my orgasm began to slowly wind down. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and licked them like a couple of popsicles, savoring the sweet taste of my pussy cum. Some of my friends think it’s gross to taste your own pussy but I have always loved the smell and taste of my own pussy, even back when I was only eleven and just starting to explore and learn more about myself. My left hand cupped my crotch, pressing against it without stimulating any one area too much, just feeling the warmth of my pussy as it throbbed and involuntarily convulsed now and then. God I felt so incredibly good at this moment; what could possibly make it any better?

The world around me started to come back into focus and it was then I heard a shuffling sound behind me. My heart skipped a beat as I looking back over my shoulder to see who was there. God, did Ashley get up early? Did she see what I had been doing? Even worse, did she see her parents on the TV? How was I ever going to explain this to Kathy?