As my eyes wandered his body, I had to catch my breath as I noticed something completely new. He wore thin black boxer shorts, and beneath then I could see a huge bulge, sticking out just inches from my sleeping friends face. She was completely oblivious, still sound asleep, lying unconscious on her back. He stepped closer to her, his bulge now almost touching her. One hand reached down and I watched, wide eyed, as he began to stroke her large breasts, gently pinching her nipples through the fabric of her sheer white top.
I knew it was wrong. Everything I’d ever seen or heard told me that I should be terrified. Disgusted. My friend was fast asleep, not three feet away, while the father of another friend – a man I had known since childhood – molested her in her sleep. But all I felt was arousal… and jealousy. You see, it’s true that everyone I knew saw me as the innocent one, uninterested in sex. But they didn’t know my thoughts. Nobody knew that I fantasized about sex, or that my disinterest in boys was only because I was so interested in older men. And nobody ever would have guessed my secret fantasy of being molested, even raped.
So I guess most girls would have found this challenging for different reasons. My eyes were open just a crack, but I could see him reaching down with his other hand now, pulling her top up. His hand slid along the pale skin of her flat stomach, stopping as he reached her large breasts. Most girls might have been scared, and struggled to resist the urge to scream, or to cry. But as he pulled the top further, Claires large breasts spilling out of her too-small shirt, I instead struggled with my own jealousy. I wanted to be his target. His victim. I wanted to beg him to touch me as he now touched her. But I couldn’t. I was terrified of what he would think, that he would be angry at me for being awake, or – even worse – that he would simply reject me, that he would not want me to watch.
While his left hand continued to squeeze the flesh of her huge boobs, his right reached down to his shorts. He reached into his shorts, and then pushed them down, and his organ sprang free. I squeezed my legs together, my mouth opening slightly as his thick, veiny cock was revealed. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the excitement. Maybe it was simply because I’d never seen a grown mans dick in person before, but it looked huge. Not cartoonishly huge, but far bigger than I’d expected, a thick, heavy chunk of meat that seemed far too big for the hand that held it. The big, bulbous purple tip glistened in the light, and even through my half closed eyes I could see the thick pulsing veins that covered the broad shaft, giving it a mean and dangerous look, like something that existed only to dominate. I squeezed my thighs together, transfixed as I felt excitement coursing through my body. I’m sure my face must have been flushed red, but still he paid no attention to me.
He held it in one hand, and slowly lowered it until it rested on Claires face. His other hand squeezed her breasts on more time before moving up to her chin, and he pushed his cock against her lips. He shoved it closer, his free hand holding her dainty chin and moving her mouth apart. I heard a groan as Claires mouth opened around him, the tip of his organ disappearing between her lips. He pushed in further, forcing her mouth wide, until the sleeping girl made a soft choking sound. Then he pulled back, his glorious cock glistening with her saliva. He began rocking back and forth, one hand going back to fondle and grope her larger breasts while the other cradled her face. The motion was almost hypnotic, a smooth rocking of his hips, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, just a few inches of the thick organ sliding in and out between her lips as the rest of his length lay torturously untouched. The soft cushions of the futon moved in time with his movement, and I felt as though I was part of it. Theo had his head back now, his eyes closed as his thrusting slowly became faster.
Claire was making sounds now, and yet she still showed no signs of waking. A wet squelching sound came from her mouth, and the occasional gagging sound as his thick veiny cock thrust in and out of her mouth. I briefly worried that he would choke her, but noticed he was still only using the tip of his cock.
He groaned loudly, and thrust himself deeper. Claire gagged as he held himself in her. Theo twitched, letting out one last loud groan as he pulled out of my sleeping friends mouth until his twitching cock was pulled free. A glob of thick cum spurted forth, landing on her cheek. Another followed, then another. He tried to catch it with his hand but a thick glob of it escaped to land on her face, and a few drops had landed on the bed between us.
Theo turned, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box Tara keeps on her nightstand, and quickly began wiping Claires face, his thick cock still hanging from his shorts, glistening with cum and spit. He finished cleaning her with a wet wipe, and quickly dabbed at a spot that had landed on the bed. I watched greedily as he tucked his thick beautiful dick back in to his shorts, turned off the lamp and hurried out the door.
I was in awe. I had never been so turned on in my life. I was shaking like a leaf from the combination of fear and arousal, excitement and jealousy. I sighed in disappointment before reaching between my own legs to touch myself at last.