The door was open like I asked, but only cracked enough to be able to argue it as a technicality. I slowed my approach when I heard a noise that didn’t sound anything like paper rustling or book bags being moved about. Not that I was planning to peep on them if they were engaged in some sort of petting, but I also didn’t want to embarrass shy young Claire.
What I found instead shocked me to my core.
Josh was naked from the waist down, having left on his t-shirt. Claire likewise was stripped down to a lacy black bra and matching lacy boyshorts.
I was shocked for several reasons. First, while Josh was somewhat on the skinny side (he played golf like me, not football), his cock was a mirror image of his father’s. Eight inches long and thick, and currently, plunging in and out of Claire’s throat while he held her head hostage.
Second, the baggy jeans and frumpy hoodies did a very good job of hiding a curvy, busty, pale beauty. Claire must have had DD’s stuffed into that lacy bra. She also had thick muscular thighs – probably from her horseback riding – and a well-rounded bottom, framed wonderfully by her choice of undergarments. Like her hair, the black color of her lacy underwear contrasted with her milky white skin to show it off to great effect. Her stomach was flat, and I don’t think anyone would describe her as fat, just curvy.
My third shock came when I went to open my mouth to object to everything that was happening. I’m not ignorant to kids these days and them being sexually active, but I couldn’t condone this behavior while I was in the house.
Also, Josh was violently face-fucking Claire! While I enjoy that type of aggressive oral sex sometimes, I was going to have to have a long uncomfortable talk to him about respecting women.
My words died on my tongue however, when I noticed that Claire, far from objecting to this type of treatment, was using one hand to pinch her left nipple and the other was stuffed into her visibly soaked panties and moving rapidly. She was also making a “GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK” sound with every thrust of Josh’s big cock. They couldn’t have been at it for very long, but already she had saliva running down her face, dripping from her chin onto her chest, and plastered across her forehead and glasses.
The last part confused me until Josh pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face and glasses with it a few times, trailing thick spit and spreading it across her visage, before resettling his grip in her hair and began thrusting his cock into her throat once again.
I had another shock when I realized that witnessing this act was causing a familiar tingling in my pussy and an uncomfortable swelling in my clit. The last time I saw my gyno was over two months ago and I hadn’t had any action since then.
I resisted the urge to allow my clit to expand to its full size, but couldn’t help moving my hand under my skirt and pressing my palm against my big clit and teasing my lips through the fabric of my bikini-style panties. There was already a growing wet spot.