102: Just how?
Chapter 102
Mira’s lust wafted in my nostrils, spinning my mind for a good few seconds. There was something else in her lust. Something I hadn’t felt before. In Aunt Elise’s lust, there was a hint of desperation, and I sensed the same from Aliza. In Sara’s lust, there was a hint of obsessiveness. In Sasha’s lust was the feeling of mischievousness, and in Carol’s was a strange kind of feeling of love.
But in Mira’s lust, all I could sense was the pink strap-on on her waist. The thought terrified me. I didn’t know why, but I was scared out of my wits.
My dick, which had been ready for the third round, started to go limp when I sensed the domination inside Mira’s lust. It wasn’t that it turned me off; the lust itself only turned me on, given the warning signs that I needed to quell my lust. It was just that it scared me more than turning me on.
I was about to leave, thinking it was better to stay away from Mira for now, when I heard the next set of words and completely stopped in my tracks.
“Yes! Yes! Right there!!! OH, MY GODDD!!!!”
I could see hints of sweat on Mira’s face, but after Tiffany screamed like that, she began to move even faster. No doubt she was tired at the moment, but instead of slowing down, Mira increased the speed of her thrusts.
In the end, the inevitable happened, and Tiffany let out another scream along with an explosive orgasm that turned my dick harder than before in an instant.
She kept cumming on the fake dick for some time before she finally stopped and was reduced to a panting mess by my cousin. Mira smiled and bent down to kiss Tiffany.
The satisfaction on Mira’s face was unmatched, and the kiss she gave Tiffany was not just passionate; it contained hints of love as well. Tired, she collapsed on Tiffany’s exhausted body while keeping the kiss intact.
They just lay there, trying to catch their breath, kissing and giggling, but there was no mention of me in their small giggles. It didn’t seem like Tiffany knew I was watching.
From the looks of it, their intimate session had come to an end, and my cousin wouldn’t be on the receiving end today, so I felt like it was time to flee the crime scene. I looked at the painted mess on the pool house wall and considered cleaning it when I felt movement in the house. Someone was approaching the pool area, and I moved at lightning speed before they could spot me.
I got into the house from the other side, my dick still uncomfortably hard in my pants.
“Tyler?” Aunt Elise spotted me in the sundress she was wearing when she came to wake me up and asked, “Weren’t you in your room?”
“I was out.” I didn’t know what to reply, so I said.
“I see.” Aunt Elise didn’t pursue the issue much either, but she was skeptical about my answer. Still, she sighed and said, “Well, you missed lunch, so want me to whip you something up real quick?”
“Sure,” I said. The rest of the day went by normally. Sara had plans with Betty, and when I asked to join, she refused, and the glare in her eyes said the thousand words she didn’t need to say from her lips.
Sasha had the tennis lessons, so she was busy there, and surprisingly, Tom returned home sooner than usual that day, so Aunt Elise was out of the question as well. But I had my five time counts filled, so there was no need to worry about the punishment.
But it wasn’t like I would have been able to do much to them even if I wanted to. While my five counts were done, my lust wasn’t, and I was tortured throughout the day without being able to do anything about it.
Aunt Elise would bend over every now and then, and sometimes, she just happened to be in my direct line of sight, and the other times, my gaze would turn to her on its own.
Once, she was doing something at the kitchen counter, and something fell on the floor. She bent to pick it up, and while her husband sat a few meters away from me, I couldn’t help but want to stand up and stick my dick in that ass.
I then saw Sara in the living room, fiddling with the remote while we all sat down to watch the TV. I couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel if she were fiddling with my dick instead of that piece of plastic.
And at dinner, I couldn’t take my eyes off the way Mira licked the buffalo sauce off her fingers. I was instantly reminded of the scene where she stuck her very same fingers in her married teacher's pussy and blasted an orgasm out of her, and then licked them clean the same way.
All in all, the day was spent with me imagining nothing but sexual scenarios the entire day, and the worst part of it was that I couldn’t do anything about it. I needed a release.
A strong one.
But I couldn’t. No matter what I did, my hand wouldn’t just feel the same. I must have rubbed myself for about twenty minutes before falling into a deep sleep with my dick still out.
I woke up the next day at dawn, agitated. It was still dark outside, and my dick was as hard as a pole. The pink hues of lust that surrounded the whole house and belonged to the four women of this house were driving me crazy. I tried once again, one last try to cum, but no matter what I did, I didn’t cum, even after almost half an hour of rubbing.
I was agitated and annoyed significantly, but more than that, I was hella horny.
Seeing no other solution, I decided to go out of the house for a run, hoping that would cool me down. My lust was still at orange, but I had a feeling it was teetering on the edge between orange and red.
I went downstairs, dressed in a running outfit of simple grey trousers and shirt, my dick still hard in my underwear. The sky had started to brighten up slowly, so I thought a little coffee would help before I went out.
I was making myself a coffee, lost in the thought of everything that was going on, and most importantly, lost in the feeling of lust when I heard, “Did you enjoy what you saw yesterday?”
I was startled. Not a lot, but enough to let her know. I composed myself and registered her presence and question. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t even realized someone else was approaching me.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I tried to play it cool, but my obvious stutter gave it away.
She smiled, a smile I hadn’t seen on her face before. At least not for me. She was always serious with me, even when we shared secrets, so having her smile at me was kind of new.
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about a girl, a woman, and a Peeping Tom.” She said.
I gulped, and beads of sweat started to form on my head. “I was just curious.”
“I know. I invited you, remember?” She asked.
That’s right. She did invite me. Then why the hell was I feeling guilty over it?
But before I could say anything in my defense, she continued, “But I didn’t expect you to be that curious. The mess you left on the side of the pool house painted exactly how curious you were.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I was caught, but I was invited. Yet I still felt guilty and afraid, my heartbeat rising with the seconds passing by. I felt like I needed to say something or ask something, so I asked the first thing that came to my mind.
“How did it start?” I asked.
I was vague, but she understood what I meant perfectly and said, “In my class.”
Her answer was vague, so I didn’t know what to do about that. So I asked another question, “How did you know she was a lesbian?”
“Oh, she’s not a lesbian.” Mira suddenly replied, making me pause in every way. With a perplexed look, once I recovered, I asked, “Then all that… that in there was…”
I was obviously flustered, which made her smile. She paused for a while as if to enjoy my reaction and said, “Well, before me, she had never been with a woman, nor did she have such tendencies, so it’s safe to assume she’s not a lesbian.”
Then she dropped the bombshell I didn’t expect.
“She’s actually very much straight. Has a good husband and two children. One around seven and the other about four.” She gave a detailed explanation that only served to increase my confusion even more.
“The-then how…?”
I couldn’t help but ask.