I GOT CAUGHT FUCKING AND I ACTUALLY LIKED IT

HOW ONE OF MY FRIENDS GOT US CAUGHT FUCKING IN THE KITCHEN

You might not believe it as you read this story but being caught ‘in the act’ isn’t actually a turn on for me. Oh, I know it is for some people, they love the thrill and the danger and the frisson of excitement that comes with being seen, with pushing the boundaries of acceptable public behavior.

But I don’t get it. I’m as kinky as the next girl (particularly if the next girl is my friend Jenna) but I don’t get any thrill at all from the prospect of being exposed. I mean, if I wanted people to watch me fuck, I would go into the porn industry. At least I’d get paid for it.

Still, life can be strange sometimes. If you make the wrong decision, you can find yourself doing things that you never thought you would, you can end up in all kinds of unusual and compromising situations. That’s exactly what happened to me and Jenna.

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We were back from college and staying with my parents. Jenna went to a different college, but we had been friends since we started High School and we talked, texted and messaged every single day. When we met up again at the first vacation in college, she hugged me so hard I felt my spine tingle. I had wondered if that same attraction would still be there when I saw her again. A few seconds in her company and I had to wonder no longer.

I’ve long ago accepted that I’m bi. Some girls have a problem with it, but not me. It is what it is. I am pretty inexperienced, and if forced to choose, I would go for a fit, muscular guy every time. Most women I’m not attracted to. But Jenna, ah Jenna, is not most women. So many times in our friendship I had come close to touching her, to kissing her, to running my hands through her hair, and so many times I had restrained myself and gone home to stroke my pussy until I came over and over just thinking about her, about how wonderful it would be to feel her lips against mine.

Turns out, it was just as wonderful as I’d imagined.

“HEY”, SHE SAID….

My parents were out, visiting my grandmother. She lived on the other side of the state, so that meant they would be gone all day. I woke late, showered and wandered downstairs. Jenna was already up and in the pool. As I caught a glimpse of her lithe, tanned limbs in the water, I felt lust tingle all over me, as though my skin had become electrically charged. And then, as I watched, she climbed out of the water. In my imagination, it was slow motion, and the water dripped slowly from her smooth skin, clinging to her curves, to her beautiful, luscious body. I went weak at the knees.

“Hey,” she said, walking inside and drying her hair.

I couldn’t speak, just waved my hand her and then tried desperately not to watch her ass as she walked into the kitchen. I failed. Slowly, as though hypnotized by her, I followed her into the kitchen. I don’t know what I imagined would happen. I just had to be around her, I was drawn to her.

“So is today the day,” she said, leaning against a cupboard, sipping from a soda can.

“What day?” I said, getting a drink of my own.

“The day when we finally kiss?”

I looked up, open-mouthed. She was smirking, but she was looking straight at me. My heart began to pound, and I had to hold myself back with all my willpower to restrain myself from leaping into her arms right there. I was blushing, I could feel my cheeks warm, but I put on a good show of nonchalance and pretended to think it was a joke.

“I don’t know what you mean?” I said

“Oh really,” replied Jenna. Before I could react, she had put down her soda and crossed the kitchen. Her body was so close to me, I could feel her heat. She pressed her leg against mine and leaned towards me, the water from the pool dripping onto my bare thigh. Her lips were inches from mine.

“Tell me you haven’t always wanted to?”

“I….” I tried to speak but I couldn’t.


“Tell me,” she said, resting her hand on my arm and stroking me slowly.

WE STARTED TO KISS..

“I…I can’t,” I replied. She smiled. And then we kissed. Hard. This was no gentle, tender kiss, it was the uncorking of a mutual lust that had been boiling for years. Jenna pressed her body against me, and our tongues tangled furiously.

“This is…so wrong…” I muttered breathlessly in between kisses.

“I know,” said Jenna, pressing her lips against mine again, pushing back against me, grinding into me against the wall. Her thigh pressed in between my legs and I could feel myself getting wetter as she pushed against my pussy. I felt a lust welling up in my being that I knew would be uncontrollable. At that moment, I felt her hand slipping inside my panties, her fingers opening me up, finding my hot secret place, and I threw my head back, eyes closed, lost in our passion.

We were so oblivious to everything around us that we didn’t hear the door open and didn’t notice Mary the next-door neighbor until she was standing in the kitchen. I opened my eyes to look at Jenna as I wrestled with her swimsuit, trying to free her breasts, and there was Mary. I stared at her. She stared back, open-mouthed. Jenna, realizing something was wrong, turned to look.

No-one spoke for a few seconds. And then, the strangest thing happened. Mary, who was the same age as my parents, who had always been the most conservative woman you could possibly imagine, broke into a sly smile. She took the cake that she had been carrying and placed it on the table, then, standing near us, spoke, in a husky voice.

MARY CAUGHT US FUCKING

“Mind if I join you girls?”

I didn’t know what to say. Jenna giggled. I shook my head, still in shock. Slowly, Mary unfastened her long summer dress, never taking her eyes off us as she dealt with each button. Her dress slipped to the floor and I was astonished to see that she was completely naked. Still watching us, she climbed up onto the kitchen table and then, taking a palm-full of the cream from the cake, decorated her fine, plump breasts with it. She took another scoop and smoothed it between her legs.

“Well girls, what are you waiting for?”

We looked at each other and smiled. Jenna slipped out of her swimsuit and I tore off my clothes. Jenna climbed up onto the table and immediately began licking at the cream on Mary’s pussy. I climbed onto the opposite end, eager to get my lips around her breasts. As I straddled her and leant forward to taste the cream, I felt her eager tongue find my pussy and begin to moisten me. I gasped and sighed through mouthfuls of cream as I found her proud nipples with my tongue. Mary was already quivering from Jenna’s touch and I felt her shaking as she licked me out, probing my deepest wettest parts, her tongue finding out my clit inexorably. I felt the catch of her teeth as she explored me, and I squealed with the electric pleasure that raced through me.

Looking up from her breasts I saw Jenna smiling up at me, her face smeared with cream. She took another dollop from the cake and, straddling Mary, with one hand still teasing her pussy, she wiped the cream on my breasts, then leant forward to take them in her mouth. I began to grind against Mary’s face, feeling her pushing so deep in me I felt like I was going to explode.

My fingers found Jenna’s pussy and she sighed with pleasure. She was so wet, I felt like I could push my whole hand up inside her and make her squeal. Mary slapped my ass, grabbing it with both hands, which made me giggle and scream with delight.

The three of us were writhing together on the kitchen table, our bodies sticky and creamy with the cake and with our own juices, and I soon began to lose track of everything. All I wanted was more. More of Jenna’s kisses, more of her biting my breasts, more of Mary’s thick tongue probing my pussy, more cream, more pleasure, more of everything. Mary was sighing and gasping, and Jenna was shaking, her eyes closed, biting her lip as I fingered her, and she rubbed against me.

We were so lost in our pleasure, I wanted it to last forever. When I got back home after our adventure, I started fingering myself once again because I was just too horny.

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