Are you a moral person? Truly? I am, or perhaps was; I'll leave you to decide.
A couple of years ago, I went to stay with a friend, let's call her V, with a daughter, Amber. They are a delight to be with and get on together even better than I could have begun to imagine at the time.
Having a gap in my diary, I took some time off for the visit and was greeted like a long-lost cousin and welcomed into their home. As usual, the company was great, the food was delicious, and the wine of a better standard than I dare afford at home. All-in-all a good decision had been made.
It turned out that V worked some very strange hours, was sometimes at home during the day while working at night, and vice versa. Amber, on the other hand, was around all the time as school was out.
She was a delight and we enjoyed some great days out, walking, sight-seeing, eating in restaurants and so on; sometimes all three of us and sometimes just Amber and me.
One night when V was at work, Amber and I wended our separate ways to bed quite early as we had enjoyed a long day in the fresh air and were tired out.
Waking in the night, I needed to go to the bathroom and as someone who sleeps in the nude, I unthinkingly left my room as naked as the day I was born. There should have been no problem with that as Amber was surely asleep.
Creeping noiselessly to the bathroom, I heard a quiet whimper, but shrugged off the sound and continued to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, I heard a moan and was worried that Amber was upset about something. Inching to her bedroom door, which was slightly ajar and peeked in, still strangely unaware that I had no clothes on. The sight that met my eyes will live with me forever, beautifully and wonderfully burnt into my memory.
There was just enough of a gap in the slightly open door to see the most arousing sight of Amber's friend Kat's deliciously round arse, raised proudly and aimed directly at the door. Kat was a vivacious girl whom I had met earlier that day when the three of us went for a walk and had some lunch. I didn't know they had planned a sleepover if that's what you could call it.
I had watched that posterior closely while we were on a narrow path and I followed, transfixed by the image before me, imagining what must be hidden beneath those tight form-fitting jeans.
My cock was way ahead of me and instantly rose to the occasion, at which point I realised I was naked but couldn't tear myself away from this sight. My brain caught up slightly later, and I discovered I was witnessing a full-on love-making session between Kat and the lovely Amber.
The reason Kat's bum was up, was because her pretty head was down, buried in the folds between Amber's wide-spread legs, and the moans I had heard earlier, were clearly hers. With eyes closed and her hands gripping the sheets, she was clearly approaching that delicious moment when the sky falls in, her stomach muscles contract and the pulses in her pussy take over.
I'm sure these could be clearly felt by Kat who by now had plunged two fingers deep into what sounded like a very wet Amber, and this seemed to be the trigger for amber's orgasm.
I was stunned by the beauty of what I had witnessed and so out of it, that I realised I had been stroking my aching rigid cock, unable to escape unnoticed back to bed.
Stepping out of sight, I waited, my breath uneven but as quiet as I could be. I listened as they chatted briefly, Amber gasping out her thanks to Kat.
"Your turn now," she said, "that was one of your best, and my goodness, there've been some good ones!"
"You know it turns me on to do you," replied Kat, "there's no hurry, just hold me for a bit."
My signal to go back to bed. Moral dilemma 1. Do I? Moral failure 1 - NO.
After some minutes I heard movement again and, waiting until things settled down, I dared to look.
This time, although Kat was back on her knees with her arse in the air, Amber's stunning youthful body and cheeky bottom were on display to me and she was clearly taking a more manual approach to satisfying her pretty red-haired lover.
She started with a finger of her right hand to work around Kat's brazen pussy and was clearly enjoying the increase in moisture this action provoked, not to mention the noises these movements generated.
"That's it," panted Kat, "start working my clit, please!"
"Not so fast," Amber retorted, "all in good time."
Her finger movements sped up until suddenly, I saw her push two fingers deep into Kat's pussy to her clear and very audible delight. What happened next was the most amazing vision I had ever seen.
Amber's pretty head moved down, and she started to rim the arse of her best friend with her tongue while alternating her fingers between the plunging of her pussy and the ministrations to her clit.
Kat is not a quiet girl, and I reckon if I had not gone to the bathroom, I would have woken anyway to the sounds emanating from that hotbed of sex. Amber had clearly learnt a lot as, just as Kat was indicating her crescendo, Amber whipped out her fingers and pushed one of them, dripping with Kat's juices, into her bum.
A gurgle of pleasure mixed with astonishment, followed by a string of expletives, poured out of Kat's mouth as she tumbled over on the bed, her whole body twitching with the explosive orgasm that racked her whole being.
My hand was a blur, and without ceremony, I blasted my load of cum which hit the bedroom door and ran down to the carpet below. There was no chance of cleaning it up and I just hoped it would dry by the morning. Back to bed for me.
"You going to join us?" chorused the two girls in unison. Caught. Moral dilemma 2. Do I? Moral failure 2? Surprise! Actually no, at just turned eighteen, I really felt I couldn't face Amber's Mum if she found out.
