The Sleepover

The house made noises I didn't know. That's what woke me. There was a creak in the staircase and sounds like someone going downstairs, followed by the click of the front door latch. Sounds that I'm sure my friend Jessica would know by heart and not be bothered by. As I lay on her room floor in my borrowed sleeping bag, I could hear her gently snoring in the heavy dead-to-the-world way she slept. She was a deep sleeper. She once slept over at my house and the fire alarm went off in the early morning when my mother burnt some toast. She slept right through it.

I heard the distant but distinct sound of a starting car engine, and a car driving away. That was a bit odd, but I didn't really think too much of it in my sleep-fogged brain. I checked my phone and was surprised it read 2:14 a. m.

Well, I needed the bathroom anyway so I got up, and padded out into the hall in my sleeping shorts and the thin tank top. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, past her parents' room. In a sleepy haze, I did my business, but as I shuffle past their room on the way back, I noticed their door was open a crack. A sliver of light came through, illuminating the floor in a long strip. I paused as I heard a sound coming from inside. Quiet but rhythmic, sort of like shifting sheets. For some reason, I stepped up to the gap in the doorway and peeked inside. I don't know why I did it, but I blame my sleep-fogged brain. What I saw quickly jolted me to full wakefulness as adrenaline pumped into my veins.

There on the bed was Jessica's father. Naked. Completely naked.

He was on his back, stretched out diagonal across Jessica's parents' big king bed, like a rope pulled tight between two trees, but in this case it was a man. His wrists and ankles were tightly tied with some strong-looking rope. Hands to the left post at the head of the four-poster bed, ankles to the right post at the foot. There was a heavy, thick leather blindfold over his eyes, and what looked like some serious foam earplugs that most definitely blocked out any sound. His arms and legs had additional rope wrapped around them, holding them together in a couple of spots as well. His chest was rising and falling slowly as he breathed, his mouth slightly open, but most noticeably, he was hard.

Not sort of hard. Fully erect, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. There was the real thing, a thick long cock standing at attention, pointing rigidly away from his body. The head a deep dusky pink, a thin shine of wetness at the tip. He was shifting his body as I watched. Thrusting his hips into the air. Straining against his bonds, trying to feel some sort of sensation.

I was 19 and a virgin, but I wasn't a prude. I had seen a real-life cock before. I'd played around a bit with boyfriends in the past, and we'd used hands, and mouths, and once in the back of a car I was going to have sex, but the boy I was with came on my stomach before he was able to get himself inside of me. And of course I consumed a heath diet of porn. So, yes, I had seen a cock before, but this one was impressive.

Thoughts reeled in my head.

Jessica's mom had gone out and left him like that, maybe going for a drink, or maybe going to fuck some other guy. Maybe Jessica's father was a cuckold. Maybe Jessica's family was kinky as hell.

I stood at the crack in the doorway for a long moment, my heart pumping like mad.

How long would he be like this? How long would Jessica's mom be away for? Why was I asking myself these questions? Why did I think his cock was so impressive?

Then I realized that I was reacting to this situation in a way I didn't expect. Jessica's father was far from bad-looking; I actually thought he was quite attractive, if maybe a bit old for me. He kept in good shape and I think every woman would agree his strong, symmetrical face was pleasant to look at. Damn, I was actually getting aroused by what I saw. I was starting to feel very horny staring at his hard cock, him tied to a bed, helpless, and unable to stop anything that might happen to him.

My whole body started to get hot. I felt my nipples tighten against the fabric of my tank top. I could feel both of them almost tingle as they grew in sensitivity. I couldn't stop myself as I brought my hands to my chest and gently pinched them through my shirt. Lower in my body, I felt that deep, aching, empty feeling, like something was missing and it needed to be filled.

I pushed the door open an inch. There was definitely no recognition from him that anything had happened.

I said, "Mr. Ash?" testing to see if he would hear or respond in some way, but nothing happened.

He was deaf and blind. He breathed on, oblivious to my presence, continuing to strain against his bonds, with his beautiful cock bobbing slightly with his thrusts into the air.

I stepped fully into the room and walked to the bed, getting close enough to see all the exquisite details of his cock. I could make out the drop of precum leaking out of the tip, and see all the wonderful edges of his cock head. He was circumcised, and his balls were clean-shaven. He was older than the boys I'd touched. Here was full mature adult male, and good god the way he was stretched and helplessly tied started to do a number on my arousal. I didn't even consider stopping myself as I slipped my hand down my body and pressed it against my pussy through my shorts, rubbing gently as I watched him struggle.

I finally got the courage and reached out and touched his shin. He shifted slightly and quietly moaned. Encouraged, I moved my hand up his body to his knee, passing over one of the ropes tied around his legs and the back down again. This elicited another moan.

Encouraged by his moan I got bolder and less timid. I actually climbed on the bed next to him and gently touched his thigh. Then I slid up, slow until my fingertips brushed the crease where his leg met his hip. His breathing changed as he took a deeper breath and let out a long quite moan.

I looked at his face. His jaw was tight with denied arousal, and I could feel his body under my hand clench and unclench, trying to get some more sensation.

I thought to myself, he can't hear or see me, and he doesn't know who's touching him. I'm sure he assumed his wife back from wherever she was. That thought did it for me! That was the thing that turned me from a girl admiring a hard cock and well-kept body to a girl who was going to do something more.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock.

The feeling sent a shot of desire straight to my pussy. His cock was so much hotter than I remembered from previous boy friends. The skin was smooth like the inside of a wrist, and impossibly soft with a hardness underneath.

I moved my hand up and down the shaft once causing a deep rumbling moan from him. I could feel the shape of his cock's hardness as the supple skin shifted. There was a vein running up the side, some small bumps of natural imperfection, and a gentle throb deep in the shaft at each beat of his heart. It was so alive and hot in my hand. I squeezed, just a little, feeling the thick unforgiving rigidity of him. A fresh bead of clear slick liquid welled up from the tip of his cock and ran down over my knuckles.

My mouth was dry as it hung open while I focused, but and my pussy felt drenched with desire.

I slowly stroked him again, this time watching his face. I could see the reaction there. I could see the deep desire, and the effect the sensation was having on his own arousal. Something else I noticed when I started touching his cock. He went still, and no longer fought with his bonds, trying to thrust himself into the air. Perhaps, Mrs. Ash had him trained that he wasn't to move when she touched him, or perhaps the sensation was so much that he didn't think to try to thrust into my hand.

I suddenly stopped moving entirely when he said something.

"Please, Mistress... Please..." moaned Mr. Ash. "Don't torture me like this anymore... please, I beg of you, let me taste you. Let me clean you up from your date. Please, you know how much it pains me when you play with me when I'm not supposed to cum. Please just sit on my face and I promise I'll do a good job cleaning you, and make sure it feels good this time... Please!"

Well what else could I do. If I was going to continue with this, and assume the role of Mrs. Ash, I would have to put my bare pussy on his face. The thought was intoxicating. To have a man so completely bent to my will, unable to do anything about this, and thinking it was someone else entirely was deliciously sexy and sent my 19-year-old mind reeling in a spiral of kinky arousal.

I climbed off the bed and quickly stripped. A weird stray though hit me, what if Mrs. Ash didn't shave her pussy. Well at this point I think I was so horny and dripping that I don't know if any answer would have stopped me. I climbed back up on the bed and straddled Mr. Ash's broad tied up arms. Thank goodness I was quite flexible, as he was a muscular man. Then I slowly lowered myself onto his face.

I could hear and feel him take a deep breath in through his nose, absorbing my smell. Then he proceeded to lick and suck me in a way I hadn't ever felt before.

The first stroke of his tongue was smooth and slow, moving up the whole length of me from my pussy opening to my clit. My hips and legs spasmed unexpectedly at the sensation. They clenched at his arms before I could stop them. He made a low, satisfied sound against my flesh, a hum that vibrated straight up into my sex. Then he sucked gently at my clit. Then paused while his mouth took a break and flicked it with his tongue in quick little pulses that made my thighs clamp around his arms again. Oh God, it felt amazing. Never have I ever felt something so good. Masturbating was not the same as having someone else do something amazing like this to your body.

He continued licking and sucking at my pussy and clit for a few minutes, all the while I reached new heights of arousal. My body was on fire with desire. I grabbed at my breast, pulling on my erect nipples while rocking my hip and pushing my pussy harder against his mouth. The obscene wet sound of him working on me turned me on more. I lost track of trying to keep the noise down and started moaning with wanton abandon as his tongue slipped across my swollen pussy lips. I could feel my body building to something, as I was hit with waves of pleasure. I gasped, and moaned, and grinded against his mouth and his wondrous tongue. How could there be this much pleasure? Before I knew it, I was right on the very edge of orgasm, one final little flick of his tongue on my clit sent me tumbling over the edge into pulsing bliss. My pussy spasmed in ecstasy, clenching at nothing, feeling empty, while he kept licking me the whole time. I started thrashing on him slightly as the pleasure became too much and I became too sensitive. I lifted myself off his face falling onto my side on the bed next to him, breathing hard.

I lay there for a moment, catching my breath when I realize he had started fighting against his bonds again, fucking his cock into the air, getting no pleasure out of it. I took a long look, watching him struggle and watching the precum drip from his cock as he tried to thrust it into something that wasn't there. As I watched I wondered what his cock might taste like. I had taken a cock in my mouth once before, but that was a boy cock, and this was a real man's cock. I realized I was starting to get horny again as I thought this. Maybe I wasn't done for the night yet.

I shifted again, straddled his legs and sat on them. The feeling of his skin on my still sensitive pussy was nearly a bit too much, but I managed to get comfortable. I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to his cock, my breasts hanging down gently touching his thighs. I could smell him then. A faint, pleasant, musky smell mixed with a tinge of salt. A manly smell.

I leaned a little further and licked the very tip of his cock, feeling and tasting the pre cum on my tongue. He flinched under me and moaned. It tasted like a weird mixture of salt and clean skin with a faint undertone of something musky that made my whole mouth water. I did it again, and then took his whole cock head between my lips and gently sucked. He groaned again. A real deep groan low in his chest. I wanted more. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth. I put my lips around him again, but this time I lowered myself and slipped more of his hot member into my mouth, sliding my tongue along the underside as it slipped in. I went up and down a few times, and he started grunting under me. Clearly, he was enjoying the feeling. I noted that he again wasn't moving. Damn, Mrs. Ash must have him well trained.

I only had him in my mouth for a few minutes before I realized I wanted more. I wanted something deeper. I wanted his cock inside of me. I sat up and moved up his body. My knees went to either side of his hips. My hands went to his chest for balance.

Then I did it. I slowly lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock press against me, right where it was supposed to go, just barely nudging into the wet heat of my pussy. I paused. This was it! I was going to have a real cock inside of me for the first time. Oh God, I was excited and aroused as hell.

I started to move again, pushing down on his cock. I could feel it spread me open as I moved down, radiating heat within me. It was so much thicker than fingers, so much harder. I could feel it stretching me, my whole being focused on the feeling of him entering me. I pushed down further and felt him sink into me inch by inch. It seemed to go on forever. I had never had anything inside of me this deep or this large before. Fingers, phallic things around the house, these didn't compare to how full I felt at that moment and how deep the fullness went inside of me.

He moaned as I continued to lower myself onto his cock until our hips touched, then I just sat there for a moment, really feeling his hardness and the heat of him. I had impaled myself on him. I could feel his pulse racing inside me. It felt like his heart was beating in the middle of my body. That's something I didn't know would happen and porn doesn't show you. You can feel it deep inside you like that. It's obscene and it's wonderful.

Then I moved.

It took me a minute to find out what felt good, and how to do it. I sort of thrusted my pussy onto him at first, which felt good, but I thought maybe it could be better. I sort of rocked my hips forward and back to try it, which I really liked as it rubbed my clit against his pubic mound. Then I found an angle almost by accident. When I ground down and rolled my hips forward, his cock moved around inside of me across the front wall of my pussy that made pleasure shoot into my whole body. I stuck with that motion for a bit, rocking and riding the jolts of pleasure. I thought about how he had licked and sucked me early and the pleasure I had felt then. This was even better. Having something inside changed everything. I altered how I was moving slightly, adding a bit more up-and-down motion which was even better yet. I spent some time learning the feel of him in me, learning myself, and all the while the wet sounds of our fucking echoing around the quiet room.

Mr. Ash started to moan almost constantly as I rode him. I was already moaning myself. The tension in my body was rising and I could feel my arousal climbing up and up. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last much longer before I would cum with him deep inside. Just the though of it brought me a little thrill of pleasure. I was going to cum on the first cock I had inside of me.

I stopped suddenly as he spoke.

"Please mistress", he said in a quite begging voice. "I'm getting so close. I know I'm not supposed to cum; you feel so good. Please, I'm begging, I don't want to be bad. I want to do what I'm supposed to. Please."

I hesitated for a moment, what would Mrs. Ash do in this situation, but before I could really think it through my sex fogged brain took over again and I started moving on him again.

He groaned, but I keep rocking and thrusting, bring myself closer and closer to the precipice of orgasmic release. Then it happened; I felt Mr. Ash's walls break down. His cock jumped inside of me, spasming as he came. I could feel his warm seed fill my pussy deep inside right up against my cervix. The first man I had inside of me was coating my insides with cum. It was too much. I tumbled over my own edge, cumming hard around him. I could feel my pussy clench at his shaft. This wasn't the empty orgasm from early. This time I had something inside to clench on. I collapsed forward, pleasure rolling through me with every contraction of my pussy around his hot cock.

I laid there on top of him. Full of him, breasts resting on his chest. Both of us sweaty and short of breath. I could feel his heartbeat slowing under my palms. I felt a slow leak starting at the base of his cock where my body couldn't hold everything he'd given me. His cum started to ooze out as his cock softened inside of me. I started to drift into post-orgasmic bliss, just feeling him below me, feeling his chest rise against mine as he took ragged breaths, feeling his quickly shrinking cock slowly slide out of me.

I was jolted back to reality as I heard a car pull up outside, followed by a door closing.

Shit, Mrs. Ash was home from her date. I panicked for a moment. I quickly got up and jumped off the bed. I grabbed my clothes and ran quickly and quietly down the hall back to Jessica's room. Entering, I heard her snore, so I knew she was still deep in sleep.

I could feel Mr. Ash's cum oozing out of me as I quickly dressed in my night attire again and got back into the sleeping bag. In fact, even as I lay down and heard the front door open, I could still feel cum leaking out of me.

I lay there, listening to see what would happen between Jessica's parents, but when Mrs. Ash went to her room, I heard the door close and couldn't hear anything but unclear muffled noise. I listened for some time, the whole while, Mr. Ash's cum leaked out of me. I thought about what I had done and felt rather dirty in a delightful kinky way. All in all, I was satisfied with my first time. I was also convinced I was going to like sex whenever I got more of it. With sexy thoughts of some future sexual encounters, I finally drifted back to sleep.

In the morning, when Jessica and I came down, he was at the breakfast table in a robe, drinking coffee. He looked at me across the table for exactly one second too long. Just one. Then he looked at his wife.

I focused on my meal, ate three pieces of toast, and didn't say a word, letting Jessica do all the talking to her parents. I think I sensed a bit of tension, but it may have been my imagination. As I left later that day I wondered what the next sleep over a Jessicas house might be like.