Secret Cumshot

The party really got started when the booze arrived. Bailey had an older sister who hooked us up. Everybody started drinking, the music was blaring, and everyone was out on the dance floor.

Eventually, people started to pair off and head for the various bedrooms and closets and private areas of the house. The rest of us hung out in the living room, drunk, trying to act like we didn’t care that we weren’t getting laid.

Bailey, my crush, was insanely hot. Huge tits, red hair, great ass — and she was slutty. Well, that was her reputation, anyway. To my knowledge, she’d never cheated on her boyfriend. But hot girls often had a reputation like hers, deserved or not.

Horny and disappointed, I stumbled downstairs. I’d heard there was a hot tub outside and a second living room. At the foot of the stairs, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. A couple was making out on the couch. They looked up at me. Fortunately, it was too dark for them to see me blushing.

“Oh, there’s the bathroom,” I mumbled, darting into the first door in the hallway. I closed the door and flicked the light on.

I noticed an enormous pink bra and matching panties on the floor.

“Bailey’s?” I wondered. Earlier, she’d been wearing an absurdly low-cut shirt and I saw the edge of her bra. Bright pink, just like this one. I also saw her thong, peeking out from her slutty, tight shorts. Matching pink.

I heard a noise coming from outside. I turned off the bathroom light and peeked out the window. Bailey and her boyfriend were in the hot tub, naked. They were making out. I couldn’t quite see her body under the bubbling water, to my chagrin. I watched them for a while, desperate for the slightest glance at her chest.

Her boyfriend pressed her up against the wall of the hot tub, spreading her legs so her toes poked out of the roiling water. He penetrated her and she moaned loudly. She kept moaning like that as he fucked her. It was almost too much. It was like watching porn, I thought. I didn’t think girls actually moaned like that. I was a virgin, so I didn’t really know.

I dropped my pants and watched.

Bailey’s moans were loud, cutting through the deep bass of the music upstairs. I heard another moan, gentler, coming from the other side of the wall. Sounds like the other couple started fucking, too. Is everyone here getting laid besides me?

Suddenly, the jets in the hot tub stopped. For one blissful moment, I saw Bailey’s tits.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

They both got out of the hot tub. I watched her stumble out, followed by her boyfriend with his dangling cock.

My jaw dropped as I watched Bailey’s wet, nude figure exit the water and walk towards the house.

Staring as long as I could, I quickly pulled up my pants and rushed to the bathroom door, nonchalantly meandering towards the stairs. I turned around as the sliding glass door closed.

Bailey stood there, naked, dripping in the downstairs living room. I tried to maintain my composure while I stared. Her tits looked even bigger, somehow. Her figure was perfect. I noticed her nipples, too — they were large, larger than I expected. Bailey froze and looked at the couple on the couch and then me. She covered her breasts with her hands, and they bounced around as she tried in vain to contain them.

“Don’t look at me!” She slurred, rushing towards the hallway. I blinked and turned away, making a show of covering my eyes.

She darted into one of the bedrooms down the hallway and I got a good look at her fat ass, my jaw still on the floor.

I walked back into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Holy. Shit.” I whispered, holding the image of her bouncing breasts in my mind.

I took out my cock again, stroking hard. My vision was unsteady. I’d had a lot to drink.

I closed my eyes and imagined her getting fucked in the hot tub, her bouncing tits, her big ass, her passionate moans…

A noise cut through. It was her — she was moaning again. Bailey was getting railed in the other room by her boyfriend.

I looked behind me again and saw her pink bra and panties on the floor. I picked them up, fondling them, groping the bra like I wished I could grope her. I licked it, like I would lick her nipples. I grabbed her panties and smashed them against my face, breathing deeply and running my tongue along the lace. This has been against her pussy. It’s been tight against her asshole, I thought.

I wrapped her panties around my cock and balls. The soft material felt good. I laid her bra on the countertop and continued stroking myself with her panties. I listened to Bailey’s moans, wishing it was me who was making her cry out like that. I imagined her tits, imagined burying my face in them…

Cum shot out of me, plastering the inside of the pink bra. I kept stroking as Bailey screamed out.

I left my load there in its entirety. I admired it, imagining it pressed against her big tits.

I tried to place things back where they were, lying carelessly on the floor. I turned the bra upside down. She’d be too drunk to notice my cum stain. Knowing my cum would be pressed against her bouncing breasts kept me hard.

Of course, I’d never tell her. Or anyone, for that matter.