Last night, Vinny had his friends over—Josh, Mark, and Tim—to watch The Masters golf tournament. The TV was on low, the commentators’ soft voices and the faint claps from the crowd barely reaching the living room, since golf is so quiet. Every little sound in the house felt big, so I knew I had to be super sneaky. After a quick shower, I slipped into my white cotton robe, soft and short, barely covering anything. I left it untied, letting it hang open so my entire body—my boobs, my pussy, everything—was fully exposed as I lay on our bed. The bedroom’s right off the living room, door wide open, and the guys have to pass it to get to the bathroom. I knew they’d see me, and my heart was already thumping.
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I could hear the guys in the living room, murmuring about chip shots and tough greens, keeping their voices down to hear the next putt. I stretched out on the bed, propping myself on a pillow, legs parted so my pussy faced the door, the cool air tickling my skin. The white robe draped loosely over my shoulders, framing my naked body like a tease. I waited, my breath quick, fingers brushing my thigh lightly.
Then I heard footsteps—slow, heavier than Vinny’s—coming from the living room. My pulse jumped, and I glanced at the door. It was Mark, heading to the bathroom. He stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes going huge as they landed on me—my bare boobs, my spread legs, my pussy right there. His jaw dropped, and he just stared, frozen, like he couldn’t look away. I gave him a tiny, flirty smile, my cheeks warm, but didn’t move, letting him take it all in. After a long moment, he blinked, face turning pink, and hurried past, his steps quick as he disappeared toward the bathroom.
I lay there, my body tingling from his stare, knowing he’d have to pass again. Sure enough, a minute later, I heard him coming back. This time, he stopped in the doorway again, his eyes locking on me once more—my naked body still spread out, the robe barely clinging to my shoulders. He stood there, longer than before, his breath uneven, like he was wrestling with himself. I smiled wider, pressing a finger to my lips to shush him so Vinny wouldn’t hear. The golf game’s quiet hum floated in, the guys’ low chatter still clueless in the living room.
Mark hesitated, his eyes flicking to the living room, then back to me, his face redder now. I nodded slightly, encouraging him, and he finally stepped inside, moving slow, like he was afraid the floor would squeak. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes hungry but nervous, and I could feel the air get thick. I shifted, letting the robe slip further off, my boobs jiggling a bit, and spread my legs a touch wider, inviting him without a word. Josh must have spilled it about our fun.
He swallowed hard, then reached out, his hands shaky. His fingers brushed my boobs first, soft and careful, tracing their curve. My nipples perked up under his touch, and I bit my lip to stay quiet, loving how his rough hands felt. He moved lower, skimming my stomach, then my thighs, getting bolder. When his fingers reached my pussy, I held my breath. He paused, unsure, but I gave another nod, my smile teasing. He slid one finger along my slit, slow and gentle, finding me soaking wet. I shivered, my pussy clenching as he explored, his thumb grazing my clit, sending a jolt through me. He pushed a finger inside, just a little, then another, stretching me slightly, and I had to fight not to gasp, the house’s silence making every move intense.
I looked down and saw the bulge in his jeans—massive, straining so hard it looked like the zipper might pop. My eyes widened, and a giddy thrill hit me. He was huge, way bigger than Vinny, bigger than I’d even hoped. My heart raced, and I felt this wild joy, like I’d stumbled on something too good to be true. I couldn’t wait anymore. I sat up a bit, still silent, and reached for his zipper, my fingers brushing the thick outline of his cock through the denim. He froze, his breath catching, but didn’t stop me. I tugged the zipper down, careful not to make a sound, and pulled his cock free. It sprang out, heavy and thick, veins pulsing, so much bigger than Vinny’s it made my head spin. I was over the moon, my pussy aching just seeing it, imagining it inside me.
I leaned forward, the robe falling open completely, and took him in my mouth, starting with a slow lick along the tip. He tasted salty, his cock hot against my tongue. I sucked softly at first, keeping it hushed, my lips sliding down his length as far as I could. Mark’s hands gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging in as he fought to stay quiet. I moved faster, my tongue swirling, feeling him throb harder. His size stretched my lips, filling my mouth, and I loved it—the weight, the heat, how it made my whole body hum. I glanced up, his face twisted, eyes shut, jaw clenched to keep silent. The TV murmured about a golfer’s swing, and I knew we had to hurry.
I kept going, sucking deeper, my hands stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach. His cock pulsed, and I felt him tense, his grip tightening. Then he came, hot and thick, spurting down my throat in heavy waves. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste, the thrill of our secret. He shuddered, his breath shaky but hushed, as I pulled back, licking my lips with a sly grin.
Mark stepped back, dazed, zipping up with trembling hands. His face was bright red, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what we’d done. He didn’t say a thing—couldn’t, it seemed—just stared at me, speechless, before turning and slipping out, his footsteps soft as he returned to the living room. I heard him sink into the couch, the guys’ quiet chatter picking up like nothing happened. The golf game droned on, Vinny totally in the dark.
I lay back, my body buzzing, replaying it all—Mark’s stares, his fingers in my pussy, his huge cock in my mouth, how much bigger he was than Vinny. My pussy was still wet, throbbing from his touch, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Later, when the guys left and Vinny came to bed, I told him every detail, my voice low and teasing as I described Mark’s size, his hands, his cum. Vinny’s face went deep red, eyes huge, but he just pulled me close, and our sex was electric, like always after these games. Now I can’t stop thinking about Mark’s cock, how it felt, and who’ll stop in the doorway next. This game’s way too good to stop. Also why does it seem Vinny is the smallest dick in the group?
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