Nearly seen.

As the orgasm washes over you, you slump into Alison's embrace, your legs unable to hold you standing anymore. With your head over Alison's shoulder, you bite the fabric of her blouse in an attempt to muffle the sounds of your moaning as you cum. Because of the biting, however, your moans turned into growls that very much were heard by Roger.

"Girls? What's the matter, come on in!"

The moment you hear Roger's voice, your mind starts racing. A myriad of thoughts pass through your mind; the overly tight panties, the whole trip to Roger's house, the feeling of his throbbing bulge as he came, your heightened state of arousal, everything that had happened since the start of the day flashes before your eyes.

It was at this moment that Alison embraces you tighter. You realise that she still hasn't let go of you, and a feeling of nervousness mixed with excitement overtakes you. Nevertheless, you're still a little muddle-headed from the intense orgasm you've just had, courtesy of Alison, and so it is with great effort that you manage to shift your head enough to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, they're gonna find out!" You tell her, your voice trembling.

What you expected was for her to let you go, to separate herself so you could tidy yourself up quickly, to avoid getting seen by Roger. You did not expect that Alison would not only ignore you but would plunge her fingers even deeper inside your pussy.

You let out a muffled yelp - your mouth was still relatively close to her blouse and you managed to once again bite the fabric of her top, reducing the sound of your voice.

"Girls?"

You hear footsteps coming from beyond the front door. 'He's coming!!' You think. You start getting more and more anxious, but Alison's fingers still being inside your pussy along with your growing excitement of possibly being seen fire back at you with the **** of a thousand horses. Your nether regions flare up, and you feel a different kind of orgasm building up inside of you.

Alison, of course, realises this point clearly. A smirk appears on her face as she leans closer to your ear. "Seems like one time is not enough. Let me fix that for you." Immediately after that, she puts another finger inside your now dripping cunt. With a total of three fingers inside of you, Alison makes a gripping motion and is rewarded with a moan from you.

"Heh, that hit the spot, didn't it?"

You, being preoccupied with the approaching orgasm, are unable to answer back, your only response being a set of muffled sounds as you moan and bite at the fabric harder. Suddenly, you see the doorknob of the front door turning! As you are about to push yourself off of Alison, she starts to furiously thrust her fingers in and out of your pussy while simultaneously rubbing your clit with her thumb.

With the pressure having built up so quickly, Alison's magical hands, and a strange excitement at the thought of being seen by Roger while cumming, you are no longer able to control your body. As the door slowly opens, your whole body tenses up and one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you've ever had in your life crashes over you. Your eyes roll backwards and you faint. Your convulsing body slumps into Alison once more, who quickly slips out her fingers and supports you with both arms.

"ROGER!!"

Troy suddenly calls from inside the house. The front door halts and Roger replies with a loud, and slightly annoyed tone.

"WHAT?"

"WHERE'S THE BEER? WHAT KIND OF HOST ARE YOU?" Troy says out loud. Then the two proceed to go back and forth for a while before Roger mumbles a few words and shuts the door behind him, leaving to go get the beer from the fridge.

Alison lets out a sigh of relief before turning her attention back to you. You've stopped convulsing by now, and your body is just leaning there on Alison's arms. She knows what she did was a little unexpected, but nevertheless exciting. She also knows you needed the release badly. Yet that doesn't stop her from feeling a little bad about what she did and so she vows to make it up to you in some way.

But that would have to be done later. There were more pressing matters at hand now...