Cheer Squad
"Fuck her good, give it to her" the male voice ten feet from me moaned.
"Cumminng...oh God...again..." The woman under me barely whispered as I slammed home into her again and again.
"I'm going to cum" I announced in a raspy voice.
"Fill the bitch" the man replied in a hoarse voice.
"Oh God...fill me" her voice echoed.
"Fuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" I groaned as the first blast of hot cum bathed her tight walls.
"Shit yeah" the man grunted as an arc of white goo shot from the tip of his cock.
There were no words from the woman under me, just a soft mewling as my hot cream pumped into her. She stared up at me with glassy eyes as she took my hot load.
The whole thing sounds like it's out of a porn movie, I know. The hell of it was it was real. The guy was sitting in their living room, a few feet from his wife sprawled out on her back on the couch, while I knelt between her trembling thighs.
I'll admit my moral compass was never the most accurate. I would fuck about any woman. Thin, husky, young or old; it really didn't matter to me. I was twenty and constantly horny, and I loved pussy. But the concept of fucking a married woman, in front of her husband, was not something I had ever imagined. Not because there weren't some damn hot married women out there, but because I didn't want my nuts ripped off by some jealous husband.
Oh I knew some people were into a lot of kinky shit, but I never got much out of the mainstream when it came to sex. Oh I've tried a little of the light bondage stuff, and even done a couple of glory holes, but this; never in my wildest dreams.
The thing was it was the kinkiest I had ever been, and no offense, it was fucking hot as hell. The woman was drop dead gorgeous, and the guy was jerking himself off while I pounded his wife. What added to the whole thing was I had known this woman all my life. To me she was my sister, even if we were only step siblings.
Both of our parents had been divorced when they met. My mother was a single mom struggling to make ends meet, and my dad was a volunteer at one of those charities that provides free clothing and food to the needy.
Mom went every week they were open, and the two started to talk. Six months later they were married and mom went from a one bedroom flat with a nine year old, to a four bedroom house in an upscale suburb.
No my mom didn't marry him for his money; it was easy to see they loved each other very much. Valerie, or Val as I called her; we both saw it. They really were that proverbial match made in heaven.
My name is Patrick; or Pat as people call me. Val was a little over ten when I was born. She was my sister, but almost half a mom as we grew up. I was twelve when she married Andrew; and like mom and dad the two seemed made for each other. The two would shed their city clothes and easily head into the woods for a getaway weekend, or go the other way and dress to kill and hit the city lights.
To say Val was a knockout was an understatement. I know in these stories they all claim that, you'll just have to take my word for it. She stood about five six and probably tipped in at about one thirty. She wasn't model style skinny, but damn were her curves in all the right places. Being active she stayed in shape. When she would visit she would do this morning yoga routine that would leave me raging hard.
She had raven hair that fell in waves half way down her back, and framed coal black eyes that could turn to fire when she was pissed, and sparkle like diamonds when she was happy. She had a pair of firm 36B's that when she wore her bikini had two bullets that stared you right in the eyes. I swear to God gravity would never affect those babies. And her ass, fuck that was about one of her best features, when she bent over in that yoga outfit, those pear shaped cheeks all but fucking winked at you.
You got it; I had many a jack off session to images of her. I never did see her nude before she got married and moved, but it sure the hell wasn't for a lack of trying. Like said, my moral compass never was the best. I had two pairs of her panties hidden in my room that through my teen years supplied a shit load of wank off.
Anyway, back to the whole scene from before. I know the biggest question was how, and honestly it wasn't anything I did. Apparently Val and Andy were a hell of a lot more kinky than I had ever dreamed. I later learned they liked being watched while they had sex, so they would get daring and during their getaways do more and more risky things. It was that increasing risk that got things to me.
It didn't start with me though, apparently, according to Val; the two were out on the town, and had slipped into the women's restroom of a dance club. Andy was balls deep in her in a bathroom stall when a young woman caught them.
We were at a Starbucks Val had invited me to, when she told me the story. I don't even remember how the conversation got around to sex, I wouldn't be surprised if that had been her whole intent, but she never admitted it.
"Jesus Christ Val" I whispered as I toyed with my half filled latte. "What did she do go running to the management?" I was stunned at her admission.
"She could have" Val nodded. "You want to know what she did?" she stared at me.
I couldn't help it; my own moral compass had gone to hell at the image of her and Andy in that stall. I could only nod silently back to her.
Val leaned on the small table, closing the space between us. Her coal black eyes sparkled as she stared into mine.
"She knelt down in that tiny stall, two feet from me" Val husked. "She pulled my husbands' cock out of my soaked pussy." She stared into my eyes. "And sucked my cum off him while I watched." Her voice rasped.
"Oh fuck" I groaned as blood surged through my cock.
"Andy stood her up and pressed her to the wall" she knew she was driving me insane and she kept going. "And he fucked the shit out of her while I watched." She said softly.
"Oh my God" I groaned as my now throbbing cock stretched my jeans.
"What did you do?" I had to ask.
"I fingered myself to the fucking biggest orgasm of my life" she gave a sultry smile.
"Holy shit" I almost moaned at the mental image.
"Now...it's his turn" Val stared at me.
"Jesus" I moaned at her implications.
"The problem is...who" Val leaned back in her chair.
"Maybe try the club again" I tried to keep my eyes off her jutting breasts.
"We got lucky" Val shook her head. "Who knows what freaks we could run into?"
"How about trying some club or group?" I asked as she arched her back.
Christ if she kept stretching like that my cock was never going to go down. It was almost as if she knew I was looking at them. Val shook her head in response.
"No, Andy and I talked about it. We would rather keep this private, the last thing we need is for our private life to become public." Val told me.
I knew she was right. Andy was part of the business group our dad ran; he was a successful businessman in the city and had a reputation. One he needed to protect, so what she said made sense. At that point, Val drove my moral compass right into the floor.
"They're 36B, but you already knew that didn't you" she watched my face.
"Oh God...Val...I didn't" I stumbled in shock.
"Yes you did, that's OK" she leaned back across the table, now only a foot from my face.
