She collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard, the dildo still buried deep inside her. Her big tits jiggled a little with every heavy breath, nipples still hard and shiny from sweat.
'Fuck... my pants.' I looked down. My cum had soaked right through, a big wet patch spreading on the front. Sticky and warm.
I took one step back to get away quick.
Creak!
The floorboard groaned under my foot.
'Shit! I'm dead.'
"Huh?" Lisa sat up fast when the floor creaked. Her head snapped toward the door.
Our eyes met through the crack. I froze. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Time stopped.
"Alex?!" she shouted, jumping up from the bed. She grabbed the sheet quick, wrapping it around herself, but not fast enough. I still saw everything: her sweaty skin, her hard nipples, the dildo slipping out and falling on the bed.
I turned and bolted to my room, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. My feet pounded the hallway floor.
I slammed my door shut, locked it quick, and leaned back against it, trying to calm my breathing.
'No no no... I messed up. She knows I was there.'
My mind raced. What would she do? Tell Mom? Beat me up? Blackmail me? Lisa was mean enough for anything.
Bam! Bam!
The loud knocks made me jump back two steps.
"Alex! Open up. I know you were there!" If I opened the door, she'd kill me. I just saw her naked, masturbating with a dildo.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Open the door now, Alex!" She was furious—I could hear it in every word. Totally reasonable.
I stayed silent, back pressed to the door, sweat dripping down my neck. The banging stopped after a minute.
"Oh... so you're gonna be like that, huh?" she said, voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to bury you alive."
Then her footsteps faded. She went back to her room.
I waited another minute, ear against the door, before cracking it open.
Dark hallway. Empty. She must be gone back to her room.
"Phew..." I exhaled slow and closed the door again.
I got away tonight... but she knew I peeked. Tomorrow was going to be hell.
I stripped off my soaked pants fast, it was still sticky from earlier and pulled on clean boxers. Climbed into bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
My mind wouldn't stop replaying it: Lisa's sweaty body, the dildo sliding in and out, her moans, the way her tits bounced when she came.
I hated myself for it, but my cock was getting hard again.
Ding!
My phone buzzed on the bedside table.
I picked it up. I got a notification from a website.
'Hm?' I remembered The Vault. That day Shawn gave me the new SIM, I rushed home and signed up right away.
Joining was easy. Mike would never know it was me with the new number.
The group was full of videos and photos of girls. It looked like a porn group at first glance, but everything was different. I knew a lot of the women were girls from school, moms from around the neighborhood.
All captured by Mike. He blurred every face, smart enough not to show his own either. Probably to avoid trouble later, smartass.
Lots of members were in there, chatting vulgar stuff, guessing who the girls were like it was a game.
I clicked a few out of curiosity.
One photo: a girl on her knees in our school blouse, face hidden behind a thick, darkened cock, tongue out. Couldn't tell who.
Another: a girl lifting her school skirt, same uniform as our school's. She was showing her bare pussy with a little bush above. Her face was blurred.
There were tons.
Then I opened a video. Recorded in someone's house—living room sofa. A naked older woman lay back, legs wide. Mike on top, pounding her missionary. Her big tits bounced hard with every thrust. She moaned loud, praising his cock.
My thing twitched again, so I closed it quick.
I scrolled more, looking for what I really joined for—Aunt Marie.
Nothing yet.
I wouldn't give up. Aunt Marie was in this mess because of me. I had to find something to fix it.
'I have to find something... anything'
Then I saw it.
A photo. Face blurred, but the body, the bed—it was Aunt Marie's bedroom. Same bed, same headboard from that day I peeked and saw her riding Mike and moaning like crazy.
I clicked.
Full view now. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. Between them, buried deep, was the same small vibrator I saw that day in the café when me and Mom met Aunt Marie with Mike while shopping. Her pussy lips stretched around it, shiny with juices.
But that was it, nothing more. Just a photo—no videos, nothing.
I looked around in group to find more hoping I would find more. I read some chats to find some clue.
I got to know about a website, I found out a link to that site but when I opened it was restricted. Only for VIPs was written on the page.
To be continued...
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