Emma and Owen fuck inside Isaac's room.

There was a look of pure lust on Emma's face as Owen pushed her inside the room, finger firmly stuck all the way up into her asshole, her hands on their cocks stroking, leading them inside to enjoy everything that she offered. The basement was silent as we heard the door close followed shortly by a soft click of the the door. My breath hitched and I ambled forward, but the door swung open again ajar. Emma's bright mischievous blue eyes shone from a small crack in the dim light stopping me in my tracks.

"No peaking, you'll spoil your gift," Emma smirked before she blew me a kiss before winking and closing the door leaving the tiniest opening of a crack for me.

Stupefied, I stood there in the middle of the room, boxers and pants around my ankles and a wad of crumpled-up bills in my hands. I stared down at the random assortment of crumpled-up cash in my hands. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this. I shivered replaying the sight of Emma's puckered asshole around Owen's finger over and over in my head. The way she looked at me, the way she presented herself. Oh my god, I was so hard. I shouldn't. But my legs move stumbled forward.

I'm not going to jerk off while they're fucking right? I'm not that perverted.

I bit my lip and looked down at my crotch. My cock twitched slightly in response.

God, I am that perverted.

I sighed, and took a step towards my room.

No.

I stopped.

No, I'm not going to jerk off to them.

I steeled myself, but my body was drawn to the sounds of sex like a sailor before a siren's call.

Fuck.

I stood there, my feet planted on the floor, listening for the tell tale sounds of sex, my head tilted towards the door.

Fuck it, the thoughts of obedience were dashed away as I heard the simultaneous groans of pleasure. And the unmistakable sound of slapping of flesh on flesh. My head snapped up giving me whiplash and I swayed light light headed. I had to see - no - to hear what I had been longing for. Conflict wracked my mind, should I go in, surely not, Emma told me not to.

It's so close, maybe my imagination is better.

A male grunt rang out through the silence, but the cry of passion and pleasure died, and the silence stretched on. No, not silence, a silence filled with the soft murmuring and the soft patter of footsteps. A low thud sounded, but the sound was muffled, was it a moan or a whimper? A voice, but I couldn't tell whose, a plea of sorts?

My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to guess what they were doing, my eyes boring into the crack of the door, but no more sounds greeted me from the darkness. It was unbearable, my head throbbed, my blood pounded through my veins, and my head was swimming with thoughts and questions, but I was left standing there with my erection in my hand. I needed to know. I couldn't stand it, my legs carried me forward before I could think.

The next thing I knew my hand was on the door, fingers white knuckled with pressure and I paused, my head swam and I felt dizzy as the blood rushed downwards. The doorknob twisted in my hand, my palm sweating as I pulled on the door with all my strength. But my strength was nothing on the heels of Emma's orders. All of my efforts yielded only small sliver of a gap and through it was the white light of light of a phone camera filtering through the slightly wider opening.

I shouldn't.

Deflating, my posture slumped as I slowed down to a crawl and my hand unfurled as I let the crumpled-up bills fall onto the floor like scattered fall leaves in the wake of my haste.

Frustration.

Jealously.

Maybe even something approaching anger wracked my mind, but it was nothing in the face of the arousal in my loins. A few breaths and the feelings were gone leaving nothing but the twitch of my erection in my hand as I focused in on the narrow crack of the door left ajar. My mind and eyes focused intently, hoping for a glance, but only the barest wisps of sound that escaped through the narrow gap. Nothing but cold air of the basement graced me through the gap as sounds imagined and real swam swirling in my mind.

Two resounded thumps sounded through the walls causing me to jump in an alarm, A sharp feminine cry from Emma pierced through my lust-dulled mind, my legs almost willing me into action, but I stood rooted to the spot as as a a new cacophony of cries and grunts began anew only to disappear as quickly as it began. The monster howled in outrage demanding for stimulus, but try as I might, I couldn't make out the words.

The only thing I heard was the barest soft wet sound of lips against each other and the shifting of limbs were barely audible as I listened intently with a **** need. That earlier sound was unmistakable, that wet slap of wet flesh on flesh the soft groan of pleasure a confirmation of my fears. Was he fucking her already? Was he kissing her? Was it a slap of flesh or a slap of her ass?

I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine what was going on in the room, my hand stroking myself replaying those sounds of the soft groans of pleasure and the smacking of flesh against flesh. My mind jumped to the worst scenario, the thought of Owen discarding the condom, coming inside everywhere he pleased. Her mouth, her pussy, her asshole, my hands moving in a flurry as I imagined her fevered lust drunk taken by her desires, letting Owen do as he pleaded to her. My imagination ran wild, a thousand different scenarios played through my mind. My heart pounded in my chest as the sounds grew louder and louder, I could almost see it now. The image of Emma on all fours, Owen's cock pressed up against her, the tip teasing her, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Owen pressed his cock into her.

I jumped as Owen's voice broke through the silence, "Get on the fucking bed" Owen growled, deep and husky with need, "Now"

A feminine whimper. Emma?

I strained to hear. Did he make her his? Did he take her already? Or were they... but I could hear nothing but the shuffling of fabric. Another scene flashed into reality in my mind Emma lying on her back, Owen kneeling above her, his cock in his hands as he pressed it up against her slit. Her legs spread wide for him, her hips lifting upwards and her mouth parted in anticipation.

"Not much of a rogue are you, this isn't stealthy at all," Emma's giggle filtered through, her voice light and teasing with mirth, "I thought rogues did it from behind -" A slap and a yelp echoed through the walls, followed by the soft sound of laughter of Emma filling the air.

"Get on the fucking bed, I want to see your face as my cock goes inside you" Owen demanded growling, his voice harsh with desire. "You're not getting away this time you fucking bitch, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

Emma trilled out a mocking laugh and said, "Oh really now? You think you're that good, I've had bigger, better-" Emma giggled and I heard a soft thud of something soft falling to the floor followed by the slight creaking of the mattress.

"You won't need anyone else after me" Owen snarled, as I heard a shuffling of feet.

A soft feminine moan of pleasure was answered Owen. "Fuck me then, if you're so sure of yourself, fuck me and make me yours" Emma taunted.

The sound of the bed springs creaked under their weight. "Tell me how badly you want it" Owen commanded, "How much you need it, how much you want my cock in you"

"I want your cock in my pussy, I want to feel you inside me, "Emma said in a breathless whisper.

"Louder, tell me what you want slut" Owen commanded, "Say it"

"I need it, I need your cock," Emma whined, "I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me"

The bed springs creaked, "Louder"

"Fuck me Owen" Emma repeated with a plea on the edge of a yell, "Fuck me, Owen, please, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me"

My fingers gripped my erection tight as I imagined Owen's hands wandering all over her body before rutting atop her, his cock sliding deep inside her as he filled her. I could almost imagine her face as he fucked her, her mouth wide open screaming for his cock, her eyes wide and rolled back, her toes curling as he finally pounded into her.

My eyes flashed open as a low guttural grunt and a harsh forceful slap echoed through the gap.

No foreplay.

No teasing

Nothing.

It was done.

He must have just jammed it all the way in like a barbarian.

Balls deep.

"Holy shit, I'm inside Emma fucking Wright" Owen barked out a disbelieving laugh.

Another thud.

Another grunt.

"You're so fucking tight," Owen grunted then the noise grew louder and harsher, "I've waited so fucking long for this."

"Oh fuck" Emma exclaimed over Owen's grunting.

"I fucking told you I'd rock your world"

The grunting and the thumps increased. On top of it was a sharp cry of pleasure. More thumps. Forceful ones. Then faster still. The sound of furious slapping of flesh on flesh and the sound of soft feminine whimpers and masculine grunts resounded through my room and echoed through to me. Suddenly a bright white light blinded me and I could see everything.

It was real now. I could see Emma lying on her back illuminated by the unnaturally white light of my camera, Owen lying on top of her, his cock pounding into her. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist, her hands clawing at his back, her lips on his, kissing him as he fucked her and then the light flickered and shifted and the sight disappeared from view.

I was in heaven, my hand stroking up and down my cock as I listened to the sound of them fucking. A new faint moan caught my ear, it was louder in a higher pitch. Blinking a few times, I tried to focus my senses on the sound. I heard another. And another. They came quickly. Short and fast; like they were escaping despite efforts to suppress them. Emma's soft murmurs of pleasure filled my ears, and then the sound of her voice begging and pleading for more, harder, faster, and the sound of Owen's gleeful grunts increasing in tempo filled me with lust. My fingers tightened and my hand moved faster as I lost myself to the sounds of Owen fucking.

"Feels fucking good doesn't it" Owen's sneering voice cut through Emma's moans, "It's fucking better than Isaac's isn't it"

"Fuck no, Is that all you fucking got" Emma's voice echoed, ragged and shaky, the gaps in her words punctuated by loud grunts from Owen, "Isaac's ten times better than you - Oh my fucking god" Emma's voice cut off and trailed away into a deep husky heady giggle as the wet slaps and grunts grew louder and faster, "Oh my fucking god your cock is so gooddddd - I can see you fucking jerking off over there Ben, you're fucking ruining it," Emma said annoyance and outrage in her voice despite the loud thumps and growls from Owen's rutting.

"If you can talk you can suck cock" Owen, growling cut her off, the light shifted and I could see Owen had pinned her ankles on either side of her head, her teeth gritted in a raw grin of animal lust.

"What are you - ugh fine- "Emma's next words were cut off with a wet gurgle. The white light returned I saw Ben's hand clamp down on her pert round breast and his balls slapped against her face with a loud thwack. Through the crack I could see Emma's eyes searching through to me but they became unfocused as Ben's pale form hid her from view and his hips thrust forward and the light from the camera flickered out giving me nothing. The last thing I saw was the bulge of Ben's cock buried deep inside Emma's cheeks leaving me nothing but sounds the wet slurping sounds from Emma as Ben thrust into Emma.

I could see nothing, but my imagination conjured the forth sight of Ben's cock lodged deep within Emma's mouth and into her throat. Roughly face fucking her without regard to her well being.The thudding noises slowed but they remained forceful as the rapid wet slaps rose above the din and sound of Emma's loud gagging continued as she struggled to take Ben and and Owen. I could hear nothing but the sounds of Emma struggling amidst the low growls of satisfied beasts. I imagined Emma in between them pinned and helpless against their reckless lust. Her body rocked back and forth under the weight of Owen's forceful rutting, his thrusts forcing Emma forward onto Ben's cock. I imagined her eyes rolling back, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, lapping at Ben's cock spit dripping from her lips, her face red and her makeup running down her face with a joyful glee on her face.

I could see it all so clearly in my mind, my hand working faster and faster as the grunting and wet slaps reached a fever pitch, but the sounds suddenly stopped. **** for more stimulus, I leaned forward pressing my ears against the threshold of the door, my eyes fixed through the gap. Grunts of triumph were followed by slow, forceful slaps. Each one slow and purposeful.

They were coming.

They were savoring every single moment and sensation of Emma. Then silence. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of the silence.

Then a hacking cough and a giggle escaped through," Oh my fucking god, you came so much, ugh god it's everywhere - How the fuck are you still hard Ben"

"We masturbate 6 times a day," Ben said happily.

"Ugh that is not the flex you think it is" Emma groaned, before a pause, "What the fuck do you mean by we"

"Uh, we share porn and stuff and talk" Ben said quietly in a sheepish voice.

"God you guys are fucking weirder than Isaac"

"That was fucking amazing," Owen said in a satisfied but exhausted tone.

"Ben. Phone. Now" Emma demanded as silence took the basement once more. I couldn't help but feel impatience as I stood at the threshold, my stimulus completely gone. I needed to hear, I needed to see the video, god I needed to feel Em - I jumped just as the door suddenly opened and Emma's blue eyes greeted me. Her eyes widened with shock and surprise seeing me so close and for once there was absolutely no trace of her confidence on her expression, just anxiety and uncertainty. But my eyes ignored all, traveling quickly from cum still dripping from her face and leaking from her lips to her glistening sweaty body. It was her lower lips that drew my attention. It was the the sight of a used condom gripped tightly inside the lips of her labia. The condoms end was open and it hung loose trailing down her thighs. It's thick white contents slowly leaking down her thighs collecting and soaking into the hem of her pure white thigh high socks.

Author's note:

Well there it is I suppose the pairing that so many people wanted? I actually enjoyed it more than I expected.

Nearing the end of the first arc I guess. Few more sex scenes and then itll be onto horny dnd adventures! I'm going to finish up the next few chapters and hopefully post them in the next few days. There's more fucking in the night still for Emma and the boys... I've decided to forgo the mike path and just tack the sex scenes onto this branch. And there will be little bit of something for Isaac then onto a huge collection of set piece sex scenes I wrote for fun piece meal that will be integrated into the timeline and arcs.

Been sitting on these for awhile but Canadian thanksgiving was busy. Sorry for all the teasing, I find the teasing and the bamboozles the best part of the story. I hope you guys enjoyed my first ever written sex scene!